The City God Temple, the yamen of the netherworld, the local officials in the netherworld, and the temples in the mortal world were worshiped and accepted souls into the netherworld for reincarnation.
Generally speaking, the City God, Mountain God, and Earth God were all similar immortal official positions, and belonged to the smallest gods in the three realms of heaven and earth.
Yang Jian was in a hurry to go to the netherworld, so he found a small City God Temple nearby.
Actually, it should not be said to be 'small', but 'narrow'. The City God Temple here was only a small temple that was five feet tall. Inside, there was a short statue of an old man that was enshrined at the end of the street. Usually, there would be many mortals who would burn incense here.
Yang Jian walked to the front of the City God Temple and took a step forward. His body turned into a stream of light and entered the City God Temple.
He did not expect that this ordinary-looking City God Temple also had a universe inside. It was actually a large courtyard that was wrapped in fog. There was a main hall and two side halls. Big and small ghosts gathered in groups, and from time to time, there would be ghost servants escorting the souls of the dead into the courtyard and heading to the main hall on the left.
Seeing this, Yang Jian walked straight towards the side hall.
The ghost servants in the courtyard looked over and were stunned for a moment. They did not know when a living person had appeared.
It was also Yang Jian's fault for not revealing his aura. A group of ghost servants carried chains and rushed over. A green-faced ghost even shouted, "Another muddle-headed ghost came to our door! He saved us a lot of effort! Take him down! "
A few ghosts dressed in black rushed forward together. Yang Jian frowned slightly, but his body shone with rays of immortal light.
An inexplicable power spread from his body. It did not originate from his strength, but from his title.
The marshal of the Celestial Court, True Lord Erlang Xiansheng.
Instantly, there was a series of clanking sounds in the courtyard. All the ghost servants knelt on the ground and trembled, afraid that they would be extinguished by the immortal light on Yang Jian's body.
These ghost servants were only slightly stronger than the souls of mortals. They were not even comparable to ordinary cultivators.
"Exalted Immortal, please spare me! Exalted Immortal, please spare me! "
Yang Jian didn't bother with these ghost servants and headed straight for the side hall, trying to find a way to the Underworld.
He had only taken a few steps when an old man in brocade rushed out of the main hall and bowed to Yang Jian. "I didn't know that the Exalted Immortal had arrived. I deserve to die! He deserves to die ten thousand times over! "
"How do I connect to the netherworld?"
"Ah?"
"I'm asking, where can I get to the Underworld?"
Yang Jian tried his best not to be too anxious, lest he scared the old City God. The City God was a local official of the underworld. It was not easy for them to cultivate, so he did not need to make things difficult for them.
However, the City God didn't dare to casually let Yang Jian enter the netherworld. He asked with a trembling voice, "May I be so bold as to ask for the esteemed immortal's name and why are you going to the netherworld …"
"Yang Jian, Marshal of the Celestial Court, has gone to Hell to … visit a friend."
"Yang!" The old City God raised his head and looked carefully at the front of Yang Jian. His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. "I didn't know that the Perfected Immortal had arrived. I deserve to die ten thousand times, I deserve to die ten thousand times!"
He had died forty thousand times in a short while.
Yang Jian patiently grabbed the golden talisman that Goddess Nuwa had given him and urged, "Quickly lead the way."
"Perfected Immortal, this way please!"
The City God could also tell that Yang Jian was in a hurry, so he rushed to the main hall. Yang Jian turned and followed.
He threw himself into the Three-Way River in the City God Temple of the Netherworld.
"Perfected Immortal, it's this well …"
"Thank you!"
Yang Jian saw the well that led straight to the Underworld and jumped in without a word. His light yellow robe fluttered, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The City God stood beside the well and was speechless for a long time. The ghost servants beside him asked if they could cast their souls into the well, but they were all scolded by him.
"Do you want to die? This well has been jumped by the Perfected Immortal, how can we jump into it now!? "
"Then, Milord, are we still going to complete this task?"
"Of course! Wait for two hours! "The City God waved his hand, and the hundreds of souls could stay in this mortal world for a little longer.
As for Yang Jian, after jumping into the Netherworld Well, he could turn upside down and use the Universal Escape Technique to flash in the dark passage.
Not long after, Yang Jian started to pass through the falling souls. He didn't know how thick the Untainted Land was. Yang Jian walked for the time it took for a stick of incense to burn before he rushed through a pale yellow light screen.
Just as he got out of the light screen, a few bolts of lightning struck diagonally in front of him. The bone-chilling cold wind blew against his face, and the view in front of him suddenly widened.
The Netherworld!
It was vast and boundless, and there was no daylight. This was the first impression that Yang Jian had of the Netherworld.
He was in front of a cliff, and behind the cliff were cave entrances. From afar, it looked like a beehive. Countless souls flowed out of the cave entrances and floated towards the river flowing under the cliff.
There were rows of wooden boats on the river, and there was a lantern hanging on the wooden boats. The souls that flew out of the cliff would automatically enter the wooden boats and sit on them, swaying as they slowly moved forward.
There were ghost servants patrolling the river, and there were many black robed figures patrolling the low sky that seemed like they could touch it with a raise of their hand.
This river should be the Three Roads River.
Yang Jian didn't want to be nosy, and his figure directly flew towards a ghost servant patrolling in the sky. Only when he flew close did he attract the ghost servant's attention.
"Eh?" The ghost servant was surprised, and he could see the specks of immortal light emitted from Yang Jian's body.
"May I know which deity has descended?"
Yang Jian reported himself. The ghost servant was shocked and hurriedly called for his colleagues to greet him.
Yang Jian said directly, "Bring me to the place where the Six Paths of Reincarnation are. If you can't make the decision, bring me to someone who can make the decision to bring me to the Six Paths of Reincarnation!"
"This … Yes." The ghost servant did not dare to be careless and hurriedly reported to Yin Si.
Yang Jian waited on the spot and looked at the golden talisman in his hand. He put the golden talisman into the Black Tortoise Belt and began to think about whether he would harm the Lady of Earth by doing that.
Saint Nuwa wants to take in the Lady of Earth's Dao fruit as her disciple?
This matter was a little too strange.
Putting aside everything else, Goddess Nuwa was from the demon race, and the Lady of Earth was from the Wu people. The battle between the Magi and demons was even greater than that between demons and humans.
Yang Jian really could not guess the Saint's schemes.
The efficiency of the Netherworld's yamen was really good. Before Yang Jian could figure out what was going on, a middle-aged scholar whom he had vaguely seen before flew over and bowed to him from afar.
Yang Jian bowed and walked forward.
"Perfected Lord, this is King Qinguang of the First Hall of the Netherworld."
Yang Jian recalled that when he was in the Celestial Court, the ten Yama Kings had all submitted a memorial to plead for him. He immediately bowed forward and said, "Thank you for your help that day, Yama Lord. I won't forget this favor."
"Perfected Lord, you're too polite." King Qinguang was gentle and returned the bow. He looked like a gentle and elegant scholar.
King Qinguang said, "Just now, I was judging a case in the hall when I suddenly received an edict ordering me to bring you to the land of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. I thought that I did not know where you were, but I did not expect to hear from my subordinates that you have entered the Netherworld."
Yang Jian sighed softly. "Thank you, Yama Lord."
"Please." King Qinguang summoned a black cloud and left the Three Roads River. He rode a cloud and brought Yang Jian to the center of the Netherworld.
Along the way, Yang Jian saw many cliffs, as well as the meandering Three Roads River.
King Qinguang did not ask why Yang Jian had come. He only introduced the various places in the Netherworld.
When they were about to reach the center of the Netherworld, Yang Jian suddenly saw ghost soldiers and ghost generals everywhere. He frowned and asked, "There's a war in the Netherworld too?"
"Hahaha, Perfected Lord, you must be joking." King Qinguang sighed and said, "How can the Primordial Three Realms be peaceful? The Netherworld was established on the Blood Sea. The Blood Sea Asura Clan has never lived in peace. Now, there is a force from the Western Sect. They are openly and secretly encroaching on the Netherworld. "
Western Sect?
"I see." Yang Jian nodded slightly. "If the war in the Netherworld is urgent and you need me to fight, just send a letter to Mei Mountain."
"We're very grateful for your kindness, Perfected Lord." King Qinguang cupped his hands and thanked him. "The Netherworld is also guarded by the Ghost Emperors of the four directions. It's actually quite stable. If the war is urgent, we can just ask the Celestial Court to borrow troops. The Celestial Court will definitely not let the Netherworld be controlled by others. "
"That's true." Yang Jian nodded and agreed. Suddenly, he saw ten halls in the sky of the Netherworld in front of him. They formed a huge array and floated up and down in the surging ghost aura.
The ten palaces were connected by thick chains to form a circle.
There was a seven-colored cloud above the center of the circle. Countless souls rose from the ground and flew into the cloud.
King Qinguang pointed at the cloud and smiled. "That's the Six Paths of Reincarnation."
Yang Jian's heart trembled slightly. His forehead was slightly hot, as if something was about to pop out.
King Qinguang stopped in the Yama Hall and said, "Perfected Lord, you can go over by yourself. I still have to go back to deal with official matters, so I won't accompany you."
The meaning behind his words was that he trusted Yang Jian very much and was not on guard against him.
Yang Jian thanked him repeatedly. King Qinguang cupped his hands and left. Just as Yang Jian was about to fly into the sky, a breeze blew from the sky. Yang Jian sensed it and floated with the wind, landing on the land of the Netherworld.
The light in front of him flickered.
Yang Jian was in a daze. When he regained his senses, he was already by a riverside filled with white flowers.
A pleasant humming sound came with the wind, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers. Yang Jian turned around and saw the woman in white sitting by the riverside.
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