Chapter 162 The Wonder of Merit and Virtue The Underworld is Crazy!

"Ancestor, I have lived for countless thousands of years, but I have never heard that merit can be traded. The underworld is not talking nonsense, right?"

"Hmph, what is merit? It is so mysterious and wonderful that it cannot be traded. The underworld is really boasting about it."

On Kunlun Mountain, Taiqing and Yuqing frowned slightly. They all knew that Zhao Gongming had the best innate spiritual treasures and money, which could be used to store and trade merits.

But merit is so mysterious that even if they see it, they will be moved. It would be too much of a waste of heavenly resources for the underworld to use merit as reward.

But the treasure money is not theirs after all, and they have no control over how others use it.

In the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, listening to countless doubts, Taoist Mosquito was a little panicked, "Master, they don't believe it, what should I do?"

Zhao Gongming remained calm, "Tell them that the first ten people to sign up will get a merit gift package. Those who sign up first will get it, and those who sign up later will not get it."

"Yes, Master."

Taoist Mosquito suddenly became energetic, and with the help of the supreme treasure of suppressing luck, the Book of Life and Death, and the Judge's Pen, he once again declared the great famine.

This time, half of the world is excited. As long as you sign up, you will receive merit?

Tsk tsk, even if it's not true, it would be nice to see such a big fuss.

In an instant, countless cultivators at the level of True Immortal, Mysterious Immortal, Golden Immortal, and Taiyi Golden Immortal hurried towards the Netherworld Sea.

Not many people wanted to sign up, almost 80% of them wanted to come and see the excitement.

That's a golden merit, a must-have for monks to practice. If the underworld can't do it by then, where will the saint's face be put?

Putting aside the shock of the ancient times, after Taoist Mosquito's announcement, people, Chan, and the disciples of the three Western religions also felt huge waves in their hearts.

Those monks in the prehistoric era didn't know whether it was true or false at this time, but as saints and orthodox people, they naturally knew that this matter was true, and the treasured money really had such a powerful function.

The Great Master of Xuandu, the direct descendant of the Human Sect, has all the resources of the Human Sect, plus the innate Tao body, so perhaps his need for merit is not very urgent.

However, the disciples of Chanjiao were very greedy, but they finally suppressed this idea in their hearts.

What kind of place is the underworld, a gloomy and ghostly place? As disciples of saints, they condescend to work in such a place.

If the master and his elders find out about this, he will probably expel them all out of the master's school in anger.

As for the Western disciples, they were so envious that they almost cried.

What kind of place is the West? It is the most barren place in ancient times. Not to mention merit, even resources are very scarce.

For them, the merit is no less than that of a poor peasant in ancient times suddenly finding a big piece of gold in their home.

As for the disciples of Jiejiao, they don't care at all.

Because the entire Jiejiao has already had the function of trading merit.

Disciples can choose to receive the Human Race and redeem merits, or receive merit rewards after making some great achievements. Anyway, there are many ways to obtain merits.

Naturally, he has little interest in the salary from the underworld.

Countless people rushed to the Netherworld Sea with the idea of gathering wool.

In just one month, the entire Netherworld Sea was already overcrowded, crowded and boiling.

Deep in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Taoist Mosquito looked at this scene and was very surprised, "Master, it is really useful, so many people have come."

"In the face of merit, a saint cannot control himself. It has only been a month, and many monks who are far away from here have not had time to come."

Da Luo Jinxian basically didn't like the positions recruited by the underworld this time.

Under Daluo Jinxian, traveling is another big problem. Those monks who are in remote places are probably still on their way here.

"Then Master, when will we officially start registration? Do you want to get some trustees?"

The mosquito Taoist said tentatively, "That is a fragrant merit. If it is given to others in vain, it is better for him to suck it for himself."

Before Master Mosquito could finish his thoughts, he received a slap on the head.

"What are you thinking about? Follow the procedures honestly. If I find out what tricks you are playing, I will definitely not spare you."

Zhao Gongming was a little speechless. He really wished he had done what Taoist Mosquito said.

It's okay that it hasn't been exposed, but once it is exposed, the reputation of the underworld will be really bad.

"Hey, master, don't be angry, little mosquito is just talking."

"Hmph, I saw that the way you looked just now was not just talk."

"Then Master, when will we officially open the registration system?"

Zhao Gongming pondered for a while, "Let's wait another half month."

"good."

Time is like quicksand, passing through the fingertips in a hurry.

On this day, the voice of Taoist Mosquito resounded again in the eighteenth level of the Netherworld.

"The registration system has officially begun. All monks who want to register should record their own feet, cultivation, and magical powers on the jade slips, and come to the Eighteenth Level Netherworld Sea and Senluo Palace to register with me."

Before the voice of Taoist Mosquito fell, countless monks started to move non-stop in the first level of Netherworld Sea.

In the end, ten monks who were practicing in the Taiyi Golden Fairyland were the first to squeeze to the front and were qualified to register.

"Great Emperor, this is our information."

The ten people respectfully handed over a jade slip.

"Well, let me take a look."

Taoist Mosquito calmly took the jade slip and scanned it slightly. The contents were already clear to his heart.

He nodded slowly, "Okay, you passed the first round of screening, go and wait nearby."

The Taoist Mosquito pointed to a corner of the Senluo Hall, a wide square paved with black bricks.

The ten people looked at each other and rubbed their hands embarrassedly, "Emperor, didn't you say that the first ten people who signed up will receive a merit package?"

The monks who were watching in the queue suddenly became excited. They came so far just to see the scene.

They wanted to see how powerful the underworld was, how it could turn decay into magic and turn merit into something that could be traded.

"Oh, wait a minute!"

The Taoist Mosquito seemed to have just reacted, and hurriedly moved ten huge boxes from behind.

Then he moved them in front of the ten people, "Take one each."

"Is this the merit package?"

The ten people stared at the ordinary box, and doubts arose in their hearts.

"Open them and let everyone see."

"Yes, it's called the Merit Gift Pack. We don't know what's inside."

"Yes, open it quickly and let everyone see if there is any merit inside."

There was a lot of noise around. The ten people looked at each other and worked together to open the lid of the box.

The box suddenly heard the crisp sound of gold coins colliding.