Chapter 768 Manifestation (2)

"That's... the Hall of Judges?"

Wang Shilang of the Ministry of Rites was speechless. He had just stepped into the Town God's Temple when he saw this scene.

It has only been ten years since the incense was cut off, and a side hall suddenly collapsed. What would the gods think?

How much money did those guys from the Ministry of Industry make? !

Especially at this juncture, it is really a birthday star who hangs himself, and thinks his life is too long.

If the gods get angry because of this and stop protecting the people of Jinling, what should they do?

Not only Wang Shilang thought so, many officials were looking at their colleagues in the Ministry of Industry with a kind of scrutiny.

The godson guarding the eunuch snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and stood aside, assuming he was ashamed to be with them.

In this situation, the servant of the Ministry of Industry blushed impatiently. He wanted to explain but didn't know where to start, but he swore that although he had been an official for decades, he had embezzled a lot of money, but he really didn't reach out to the City God .

At the beginning, funds were allocated for repairs every year, not only allocating skilled craftsmen, but also using high-quality nanmu, and using wheat firewood, piece of firewood, and pine firewood to bake the gold bricks after several months!

Everyone knows that this material was also used when the Forbidden City was built.

Why did it collapse suddenly after only ten years? It shouldn't be...

"well."

In the end, the explanation that was on his lips turned into a sigh, and Li Shilang of the Ministry of Industry gave up the explanation. He believed that King Mingling had his own decision in his heart.

However, the petty officials who have just joined the Ministry of Labor and have not made money for a few years secretly complained in their hearts. They will not only be blamed by their colleagues, but also have to confess to the gods enshrined in the temple, especially the judge, and pray that they will not forget. villain too.

"The Hall of Judges was not caused by manpower, but was accidentally injured by the Yin Division when it was descending the demons. Therefore, there is no need to argue, and we will represent the imperial court and go to pay homage to the gods of the Yin Division."

Lu Xu spoke lightly.

In an instant, everyone in the Ministry of Industry breathed a sigh of relief when they suppressed their counting.

Li Shilang cupped his hands: "No matter what, after the ceremony of worship is over, I will personally lead people to repair the Temple of the City God to make it look like new again."

From the beginning to the end, he never questioned the authenticity of Henan Hou's words. Instead, he became more and more determined to make friends with the Lu family——

Even the inside story of the collapse of the Hall of Judges is known. Could it be that his fairy son is still connected with the Yin Division.

That's right, Tanlang Dao Xingjun is in charge of life and death.

According to folk customs, if there is a ghost who expresses his grievances during the Christmas of the Beidou Nine Emperors, he will get a letter of pardon, so that he can ask the Lord Taishan for an explanation.

With so many thoughts, Lu Li's image in Jinling Wenwu's mind became more and more mysterious and revered.

Inside the hall.

The good show has officially begun.

The Ghost City God led a group of evil ghosts whose acting skills had been greatly tempered, and knelt on the ground one by one.

King Mingling stood behind the koan, and on the left stood the intimidating horse-faced general.

Under the public case, there are a number of ghost messengers standing on the left and right sides. Their expressions are indifferent, revealing majesty from the inside to the outside.

It's a pity that the civil and military judge has not returned to his position, otherwise, there would be no use of General Ma Mian as a seductress to fill the scene, and the bull's head has not even been assembled, leaving the right side empty.

Snapped!

As soon as the civil and military officials approached the main hall, they heard the sound of the gavel. Those who were timid and had ghosts in their hearts suddenly lost their legs and collapsed to the ground.

Could it be that King Mingling is angry and wants to question us?

Everyone was uneasy.

Only a few officials who were a little bit more courageous and acted fairly aboveboard secretly raised their eyes to look in, and exclaimed: "Look, the City God is interrogating the ghost who caused trouble last night!"

Hundreds of eyes all cast their gazes over.

The subordinate officials who stayed behind playing and playing, as well as the common people who heard the news, did not dare to make trouble, but they did not hinder them from listening to the sound.

In order to achieve the best effect of the program, King Ming Ling's avatar deliberately amplified the sound in the hall, so that the effect of appearing in front of people is better.

"Who is in the hall!"

In an instant, it was as if Bao Qingtian possessed his body.

Ghost City God and a group of younger brothers were also very cooperative, kowtowing like garlic, although they didn't say their surnames or what they committed, they kept calling Mingling King for mercy, crying for their father and mother.

Anyway, just one purpose:

With his own vicious reputation and his unbearable reaction at the moment, he set off the authority of the underworld.

But the audience in the hall didn't know that when they saw the mighty ghosts last night, they were all panicked like bereaved dogs. Make a golden body and worship devoutly day and night.

"Crack! Come on, put it in the frying pan for me!"

One thing to say, when King Ming Ling's avatar shouted these words, Lu Li actually felt a little embarrassed.

But there is no way, the common people and even the officials who gather outside will follow this trick.

For a moment, the howling of ghosts and wolves resounded through the sky, not to mention that everyone in the whole city could hear it, at least it enveloped most of the city.

The ghosts howled sincerely.

Ghost City God thinks it's nothing more than that, but its superb acting skills abruptly make up for everything.

"This evil spirit... was the most vicious last night, because it scared my father into unconsciousness."

The heir of Wei Guogong's line trembled.

Among the people outside the hall, only Lu Xu was calm and composed. Looking at his son in the dragon robe, a look of relief appeared on his face, and he whispered:

"This is also my family's thousand-mile horse."

Someone with sharp ears heard this, and was horrified in his heart.

First of all, the ghost messenger in the palace cannot be the fairy son of the Marquis of Henan.

But upon closer inspection, this god is indeed somewhat similar to Lu Xu in the eyebrows.

Gradually, the scary howling ghosts in the hall gradually disappeared, because, under the watchful eyes of all the Jinling officials, they were submerged in the huge oil pan with a radius of 100 meters.

"Stubborn, dead will not confess."

King Mingling slapped the table and shouted:

"Horse face!"

"exist."

The ecstasy knelt down on one knee, cupped his hands and listened to the order.

"Put these guys into the 18th floor of the small hell, and then send them to reincarnation after their sins are washed away."

After the words fell, the giant oil pan disappeared.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the ghosts who had been bombed to the brim reappeared, kneeling together and begging for mercy.

As the saying goes, if the King of Hades tells you to die at the third watch, who dares to keep someone until the fifth watch? The evil ghost who offended King Ming Ling used his own experience to explain what it means:

You can't live, you can't die!

"You are here, why are you here?"

The sound is like thunder.

When everyone was out of their wits, King Ming Ling suddenly raised his eyes, looking at the civil and military officials waiting outside the hall as if he was looking through the crown.

The emperor of this dynasty doesn't have such majesty, does he?

Many officials unanimously compared King Mingling with the Son of Heaven, and instantly came to a conclusion:

The Son of Heaven is far inferior to King Ming Ling!

The former ruled the country into a mess, and evildoers ran rampant everywhere, just like a king of subjugation.

The latter is full of majesty and has great magic power.

How about supporting that son of the Lu family as the emperor?

The dignitaries and ministers who had leaned beside Lu Xu and heard his whispers had a presumptuous idea in their hearts, and the more they thought about it, the more feasible it became.