In the sinkhole, apart from the eighteen layers of hell, there were also ten great halls.
Daoist Cen ordered, "Go to King Qinguang's Palace. There's a palace bell there that can summon everyone for a meeting!"
The deer carriage spiraled down. No ghosts cheered, and no souls were afraid. All the souls here were in a state of numbness.
No ghost officials came out to welcome them, especially since no immortals had appeared for thousands of years. Naturally, they did not consider the possibility of immortals appearing.
Outside King Qinguang's Palace hung a huge bell — the Death Knell.
Lou Xiaoyi floated to the front of the bell and picked up the drumstick. His way of moving here was floating, but this floating was not caused by magic. Everything here was floating! It was like walking normally in the mortal world. There was no ground here!
"For whom does the Death Knell tolls?"
Lou Xiaoyi sighed as he raised the drumstick and smashed it down with all his might.
This was a very strange journey. The goal was unclear, the method was unreliable, and the targets were not humans … This was a completely unfamiliar system. Not only did it refer to the officials of the netherworld, it also included the power system that he was most concerned about!
The dull sound of the Death Knell reverberated throughout the sinkhole. It was made of special materials and deliberately lowered the frequency of the bell, causing people's hair to stand on end. This was done deliberately by the immortals to create a gloomy atmosphere. Everything was done to destroy the will of the soul!
Of course, this might not be the intention of the immortals. Who asked the mortals to think so?
Although the sound of the bell was low, it was extremely penetrating! Almost in an instant, countless figures flew out from each of the halls. Those souls who were numb like walking corpses widened their eyes in horror. They could not help but look for a place to lean on, then poked their heads out and anxiously waited for a possible change. They had long been used to it. There was no worst, only worse!
The first to arrive was King Qinguang. He was a fat man with a big belly. There was a tumor on the top of his head. His eyebrows were slanted, his eyes were bulging, and his mouth was like a blood basin. His upper body was extremely long and fat, and his lower body had two legs. He was dressed in a red robe and looked extremely extravagant, as if he wanted to hang all his belongings on it …
Behind him was a group of subordinates. They were tall, short, fat, thin, and had different appearances. However, they all had one thing in common, which was that they were extremely ugly and ferocious. One look and anyone could tell that they were not good people!
Upon hearing Lou Xiaoyi's sigh, Daoist Cen, who was sitting in the carriage, also felt very helpless!
"You can't blame the Immortal Court for having poor taste! Who asked the mortal world to describe the people of the underworld in such a way? All the realms, all the character designs, and all the characters of the Netherworld were inseparable from the essence of evil and ugly!
They didn't understand what cultivation was, so they simply thought that the good must be handsome, and the bad must be ugly …
It took a lot of effort for the first Immortal who managed the Underworld to find such a large group of repulsive Immortals. Later Immortals simply couldn't be bothered to look for them. Let's just make do with it! "
Seeing these Ghost Officials dilly-dallying not far away, it seemed like they were waiting for everyone to gather before coming over to meet them. It was very strange.
"There are many subordinates! Did every hall have to be equipped with a bureaucratic system? From what I see, each hall seems to have a Judge, Zhong Kui, Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head, Horse-Face, Meng Po … "
Daoist Cen was actually too lazy to explain, because everything in this place made him speechless. But since Swordsman asked, he had no choice but to waste his breath.
"According to the understanding of mortals, after a person dies, the Black and White Impermanence will go and capture the soul. The Judge will judge the person, and Ox-Head and Horse-Face will be hired thugs. In the end, the King of Hell will convict the person. After being tortured enough, they will be handed over to Meng Po to be fed soup. That's roughly the procedure.
But there are actually many loopholes in this!
First of all, if the Black and White Impermanence are relied on to capture people, they will be exhausted to death! If that's the case, the Underworld might need thousands of Black and White Impermanence.
It's also impossible for the Judge to judge the past of these souls one by one. That would be a terrible debt. Just look at the yamen of the mortal world, it's clear that they can't afford it!
Meng Po, on the other hand, has nothing to do. In fact, she doesn't need to be fed soup at all. Because of the mystery of being in the womb, the soul is destined to reincarnate without leaving behind any memories. Even cultivators can't do that, let alone ordinary mortals.
That's why it's just spicy soup. It's made according to Meng Po's preferences. She uses whatever ingredients she has on hand. It's purely ritualistic …
There are many similar things that everyone is fooling around with, but I don't know who they're fooling! "
Daoist Cen's complaints were endless. "Therefore, the Golden Immortals originally wanted to establish a system similar to the reincarnation of cultivators through the Underworld, and at the same time achieve the goal of punishing evil and promoting good. But after so many years, they found that they didn't do anything except establish a corrupt system in the Underworld!
In fact, it's a hundred times darker than the mortal world! Because there's no cultivation power to balance it! "
As Daoist Cen chattered on, the Ten Kings of Hell finally gathered!
The ten Kings of Hell, King Qinguang, King Chujiang, King Songdi, King Coroner, King Yanluo, King Pingdeng, King Taishan, King Dushi, King Biancheng, and King Zhuanlun, stepped forward in unison.
King Qinguang said, "Esteemed Immortal, we came late to welcome you. Please forgive us for our negligence!"
They were looking at the deer carriage. Apart from Immortals, no one in the Underworld could use such a cultivation artifact, nor could they afford to use it.
Daoist Cen's clear voice rang out. "I'm Immortal Official Bei Zang. This time, I've been ordered to come here because the Underworld hasn't returned to the order of the Immortal Court for three thousand years. It has lost control and is extremely chaotic, betraying the virtue of the Heavenly Dao!
You should gather in Qinguang Hall and prepare for palace affairs. Wait for my instructions! "
He didn't hold back and went straight to the point. This was also the usual way Immortals managed the Underworld. With some ghosts, even if they were powerful ghosts, what was there to be polite about?
Of course, he was pretending to be an Esteemed Immortal, but it was precisely because of this that he couldn't be soft-spoken. Otherwise, there were many evil people here, and each of them was old and cunning. If he wasn't careful, he would be seen through.
The Kings of Hell were submissive. They had long been used to this way of getting along with Immortals, so they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. It was just that they had lost their dignity. In this place, losing face in front of Immortals wasn't a problem. As long as they could maintain their status, everything else didn't matter.
In their opinion, every time an Immortal came down, it was basically the same thing. They would first use big words to suppress you, then pretend to flip through the files. What could they really find? As long as everyone behaved respectfully, had a sincere attitude, and knew that they would correct their mistakes, they would at least be perfunctory for a while. This was their experience. They had been doing procedures for tens of thousands of years, so it wasn't a big deal.
These Ghost Officials lined up in two rows respectfully. God knows where they got a red carpet from, there was the sound of music, and there were many ceremonial guards. It was as if they had done everything a human emperor would do. This was probably the most ceremonious ceremony they could think of. But there was nothing they could do about it. Who asked them to not be cultivators?
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