After a set of solemn procedures, Daoist Cen finally got off the deer carriage and arrived at Qin Guang's main hall, escorted by a group of ghost officials. He sat down on the main seat, with a servant standing beside him. The ghost officials below him kowtowed, just like a court in the mortal world. It was quite realistic.
Lou Xiaoyi hugged the golden swordbreaker and tried his best to act like the legendary strongman, even though he had never seen a real strongman of the Immortal Court. The golden swordbreaker was given to him by Daoist Cen and was also an immortal artifact. Its material wasn't bad, but it was a bit heavy! With his current sealed body, it might not be easy for him to use it as a sword.
From the beginning to the end, Daoist Cen hadn't revealed to him how he planned to reform the netherworld. He also didn't ask because it involved the division of merits in the future. If he came up with an idea, how would the debt be settled in the end? Would he steal the limelight?
Although the two of them had a good relationship now, it wasn't to the point where they could respectfully give up their merits.
Lou Xiaoyi had already gained a big advantage in the collision of the five rings. Now, it was Daoist Cen's turn. This was the tacit understanding between cultivators.
However, he wasn't optimistic about Daoist Cen's trip to the netherworld. Although it was his first time here, the oppressive and gloomy atmosphere made him very uncomfortable. Although this was how the netherworld should be in the eyes of mortals, that was only the way of thinking of mortals. How could he expect this kind of atmosphere to eliminate the resentment?
He was afraid that it would only increase the resentment!
In his opinion, this wasn't something that could be completely solved by changing the system! Moreover, the system would also change. Without an immortal watching over this place, it would return to its original state as soon as you left.
However, he couldn't say anything right now. This time, Daoist Cen was in charge. He was a strongman. What was a strongman? It meant that he only used his strength and didn't use his brain!
Daoist Cen pretended to flip through the files, but it was actually meaningless. For thousands of years, countless mortals had reincarnated here. There were no traces of their previous lives and no traces of their afterlives. Their experiences in the netherworld were even worse. Wasn't it easy to write down what they wanted?
However, this was a necessary foreplay. Even an egg had to be picked out to have a bone. There was only one purpose — to beat them!
After knocking on the doors for several hours, not a single one of the officials of Hell showed any signs of impatience! He listened very seriously and reflected on himself from time to time. There was even a special scribe who was writing rapidly, afraid that he would miss a single word!
Lou Xiaoyi saw this and couldn't help but sigh again! This kind of behavior could only mean two things. Either they were sincerely trying to turn over a new leaf, or they were just a bunch of sly old officials trying to fool their superiors.
What kind of meat do you think these old cats that have been serving for tens of thousands of years will be?
Lou Xiaoyi didn't remind him. To an immortal who had lived for a million years, reminding him was an insult.
Daoist Cen nodded in satisfaction. Regardless of whether he was really satisfied or not, he had to pretend to be satisfied, especially when he was still a fake.
"I have ten plans for reforming Hell. Today, I'll pass them down. You all should act according to them. I believe it won't be long before we can restore Hell to its former glory!"
Daoist Cen's dignified gaze swept across the ghosts. He saw a series of uneasiness and disdain in his heart. Sure enough, they're showing their true colors now that they're serious. However, this couldn't stop his determination. He had been preparing for this for many years.
"First, Hell's Ghost Officials have a fixed rank every hundred years. Those who are capable will be promoted, and those who are mediocre will be demoted! Everyone can be the King of Hell of the Ten Palaces. No one is allowed to sit in their positions without doing anything, and no one is allowed to bully others!
Second, establish a system of mutual supervision and reporting, and resolutely crack down on those who act to satisfy their own selfish desires!
Third, the eighteen layers of hell are too cruel. There's a risk of overcorrection. We need to be more differentiated and humane!
… "
Daoist Cen rambled on and on, while Lou Xiaoyi began to slowly relax his muscles and bones. He stretched his arms and legs, preparing to kill!
This kind of method wasn't to change, but to cause trouble!
Sure enough, before Daoist Cen could finish speaking, the ghost officials below all revealed their ferocious eyes. That bit of respect and docility was gone, and they began to reveal their true colors.
King Qinguang stood up and questioned loudly, "Exalted Immortal, are you not letting your subordinates have an easy time? Every one of us here has served the Immortal Court for at least tens of thousands of years, and some have even served for more than a hundred thousand years. Especially us, the Kings of Hell, we grew up together with Hell. Even if we didn't make any contributions, we've still worked hard. Just because of Exalted Immortal's words, everything we've done has gone down the drain?
The Heavenly Dao is unfair. It treats souls like straw dogs!
Please forgive us for not being able to accept such an order to get rid of the donkey after it has outlived its usefulness! "
He wasn't the only one. The other nine Kings of Hell behind him, as well as their subordinates, all began to get agitated. Their momentum was so great that it was as if they wanted to tear off the roof of Qinguang Hall!
Daoist Cen, on the other hand, was very calm. He acted like a true Immortal, fearless in the knowledge that he had backing.
"The rules of Hell are set by the Immortal Court, not you! What, do you really think you're the master of this place after acting like a tyrant for tens of thousands of years?
If the Immortal Court can give it to you, it can naturally take it back! If you keep blabbering, I'm afraid you won't even be able to keep your souls intact! "
After all, Daoist Cen had some understanding of this place. He knew that he couldn't be soft in front of these wily old foxes. If he were to be soft, he could forget about succeeding in his reforms in the future!
A ghost king stepped forward. It was none other than King Yanluo. "Exalted Immortal is right! Everything we have is given to us by the Immortal Court. Otherwise, who knows how many reincarnations we've reincarnated and suffered!
We thank the Immortal Court and respect it. Even if the Immortal Court wants us to die right now and reincarnate to become cattle or horses, we'll have no objections!
But, Exalted Immortal, can you really represent the Immortal Court? "
Daoist Cen knew that things weren't going well, so he forced himself to remain calm. "What? Are you trying to rebel? Are you going to be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell you've set for yourselves and never be reincarnated?
Back down, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless! "
Ghostly wails and howls! All the ghost officials in Qin Guang Hall laughed wildly. In the midst of their laughter, each of them took out their own weapons. The judge's brush, the mourning staff of the Black and White Impermanence, the steel fork of Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and the chains of the ghost soldiers below …
King Chakravarti swung his halberd. "How dare you! Do you really think that our Hell is ignorant and can't differentiate between the real and the fake? Do you think that any random person who comes down here can pretend to be a deity?
We originally respected your ability. Since you're able to come down to Hell, you must be a cultivator of the mortal world. In line with the principle of having nothing to do with each other, we shouldn't go too far. We should just pretend that we didn't know anything and fulfill your wishes!
But I didn't expect that you two dog heads are insatiable. You actually want to interfere with the operation of Hell and take away everyone's livelihood!
If this can be tolerated, what else can we tolerate?
Since that's the case, let's have a fight. We'd like to see how capable a cultivator of the mortal world is after coming to Hell! "
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