Chapter 1053 Dongyue

Buzz!

The cloud chariot broke through the ripples, as if a ship that sank to the bottom of the sea slowly floated to the surface.

The ghost soldiers and ghost generals controlled the big rudder, slowly rotating it, and the cloud chariot also slowly turned.

The demon head stood on the deck and looked into the distance. He saw the pass and shouted: "Sir, the Red Dust Pass is ahead. All the giant ships have been put away. No one dares to fly in the air."

Wu Rong looked forward behind the curtain opened by Yin Ji and said: "Since we have accepted the invitation, we should naturally follow the rules of the royal city."

He walked out of the cloud chariot and put it away.

The ghost car that was released was a huge earth-walking dragon.

The carriages and horses were huge.

Wu Rong, sitting cross-legged in the carriage, flipped through the annotated scriptures.

All external affairs were left to the demon head.

The demon head changed his body, wearing a dark red robe and a black gauze on his head. He met the gatekeeper at the Red Dust Pass with the carriage frame.

When the official heard that he was coming to receive the title, he must be a "bo", and hurriedly made way.

The superiors had already ordered that they should make way for the title in the past six months. To be able to enter the royal city to receive the title, his cultivation must be high, and there was no need to make things difficult.

The demon still offered the spirit stone.

The team happily passed the checkpoint.

Further ahead were the river, the stream, and the stream. A bridge to the sky was built at the intersection of the three roads. After crossing the long bridge that looked like a vast land in the sky, they saw the royal city.

The royal city was called "Dongyue", and the fluttering unicorn beast flags were hung above the city walls, as if there were really unicorns running on the black clouds.

Entering the city.

It seemed like stepping into the upper world.

It was said to be the cloudy royal city, but there was no haze at all.

The rosy clouds gathered into purple mist, and the auspicious air turned into clouds and sky. The glazed tiles, clear high walls, and layers of buildings were like the golden scales of a giant dragon arranged in an orderly manner.

The gatekeeper sat high on the cloud platform, and his soldiers and armor seemed to be covered with clouds.

The streets in the city were crisscrossed, and just after passing the city gate, the team inside was like a long dragon.

The demon who was commanding the carriage saw the old clerks who set up the desk at the inner gate at a glance. Those clerks were expressionless, and their hands were quite agile. They wrote on the book with jade pens and quickly let them pass.

As soon as the people in front passed, the old clerk waved his hand, and the demon respectfully walked over to present the road permit and the documents for entering the city.

There was no mistake in the writing.

The old clerk frowned slightly and looked at the demon, then looked at the carriage carried by the fighting corpse dragon, and bowed slightly and said: "Excuse me."

He said that he signaled the two young clerks beside him to check. The clerks quickly checked and saw that the owner of the carriage opened the door curtain, revealing his true face, and hurriedly bowed his head to salute.

Wu Rong waved his hand slightly, and Yin Ji quickly lowered the door curtain.

"Please!"

Register, sign the Taoist name, and let them in.

Not only that, the old official also assigned a clerk to guide them.

These conferred monks have to go to the specially arranged post station, even the Taoist monarchs are no exception, the only difference is the treatment.

The clerk has also seen many great monks of the third step, or those with high cultivation, simple and luxurious entourage,...

Like the normal entourage in front of him, he felt a little curious. The carriage on the ground dragon was as big as a main hall. The saint sat behind the screen, and he stood in the front hall.

He bowed slightly and said, "I am Zhu Chao, and I have been running around for you these days."

"Sit down."

"Thank you, senior."

Zhu Chao sat down and explained, "There are thirty-six or five markets in the royal city. Except for the Tiangong located on the main vein of Dongyue, the remaining three sides have a total of 108 long streets. We are going to the post station where the East Gate is located. After waiting at the post station for half a month, we can go to the court to pay homage to the king."

Wu Rong's voice came: "Will the King of Dongyue appear in the court?"

"Of course the king will appear in the Taiyue Palace."

Zhu Chao immediately realized that Wu Rong had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "The current king is different from that person. The King of Dongyue is more like the 'Daoist Master' of those major sects in the world. If you want to meet that person, I'm afraid it won't work."

Wu Rong nodded slightly.

He immediately understood the identity of the King of Dongyue.

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to ask the will of heaven. How could that person appear in the court with such profound knowledge?

If the master had not condensed the Dao of Life and Death and shined in the forbidden land of the gods, attracting the attention of the other party, this invitation would not have been sent.

Wu Rong knew that he was the one who benefited from it.

It would be better if they did not meet. Wu Rong still maintained an instinctive awe of the great supernatural powers, but now he no longer felt fear.

It would only take half a month. When he was conferred an earl, he could start to choose his own fiefdom, so Wu Rong asked again: "Regarding the fiefdom..."

Zhu Chao bowed and said: "There are two ways for foreign cultivators or Yintian cultivators to go."

"One is to enter the court as an official. Those with high cultivation are frontier officials, in charge of life and death, and rise and fall with the king's city. It is equivalent to governing the vast world for the king."

"Second, only confer a title, not an official."

"The king's court will let the predecessors who make such a choice choose their own fiefdom Land."

"You can set up your own government and office. The royal court will not ask about the selection of talents or other matters. As long as you can pay taxes on time, it will be enough."

"If the senior is a Yintian cultivator and comes from a small clan, you can also choose the clan land as your fiefdom."

"If there is no great cultivator above the rank of earl in the clan, then the clan land will be listed for people to choose."

"Therefore, many small clans are desperate to offer a saint, just to control their own destiny."

Wu Rong was surprised. This move was really powerful.

He continued to ask: "If I am not a Yintian monk, but there are small clans in the fiefdom I choose..."

Zhu Chao smiled and said: "You choose that fiefdom, and everything there is yours."

‘You have to choose well! ’

Wu Rong secretly calculated.

If that small tribe has strong potential, he will immediately get help, even future helpers.

Once the Zunhun Banner is erected, it is equivalent to the infrastructure location of most of the sect. When the time comes, you only need to select the seeds and use the Yinhun Dan and the high tower of the Soul Banner to quickly increase the strength of those people.

"You know a lot."

"Watch and enjoy."

Wu Rong waved.

The devil wearing a black gauze hat approached, grabbed a storage bag, and handed it over with a smile.

Zhu Chao stood up and saluted: "Thank you, senior."

"How much do you know about other issues surrounding enfeoffment and the Yintian Ten Thousand Clans?"

"fine."

"Let's talk about it together."

Wu Rong waved his hand.

A shadow of the devil composed of evil spirits also appeared not far away.

Tu Shanjun used his magic technique to reflect his reflection and also listened to the lecture.

He has been in Yintian for a while, but his understanding can only be regarded as average.

Although some of the Shura tribe's high-end combat power was included in the banners, it was a pity that the knowledge in these people's heads could only be turned into magical seeds.

At this time, a Erhua Dao Lord and a top holy king listened carefully to the Jindan monk's description of the enfeoffment of the underworld.

Various problems that will be encountered, how the various yamen operate, what should be submitted to pass, and the selection of fiefdoms.

There are so many doors here, there are six or seven in the Yamen alone.

Secondly, you have to write a dossier, register, and then wait for approval and a ruling from above before you can choose a fiefdom.

The ruling from above was that King Dongyue reviewed the files in person and announced it to the world at the court meeting.

"Can you tell me the realm of my senior?"

"The third step, top."

Perhaps because he felt that the third step was not enough to explain, Wu Rong added two more words.

Zhu Chao was surprised at first.

But he felt that the owner behind the screen would not lie.

The other party's servants are all existences that he can't compare to, and their indifferent demeanor is more like they come from a wealthy family.

He muttered: "Senior, you will probably be granted the title of a superior earl. You can decide on your own who will be the viscount and baron for the government office, but there is a limit on the number."

"Which fiefdom do you think is in a good location and has great ethnic potential?"

Zhu Chao gave a wry smile, shook his head slightly and said, "I'm going to tell you about Xiao Jindan. I know that these news are all informed by the government office training, and there is really nothing I can do about other things."

"After being ennobled, specialized officials will lead the seniors to the Heaven and Earth Sand Table to select the desired fiefdom."

Wu Rong didn't want to embarrass the other party.

Indeed, as Zhu Chao said, these things are not something that he, a minor cultivator of the Golden Elixir, can interfere with.

Moreover, news is time-sensitive. By the time everyone in the world knows about it, it will be too late.

Wu Rong just had the mentality of hitting two shots with or without dates.

In case this little official has exclusive news or insights, you can also refer to it.

Dilong travels to the inn.

After handing over to the inn, Zhu Chao, a junior official, hurried back.

It is said to be an inn, but it is actually a palace that overlaps to form a sea pavilion.

The young official who came up was still a Jindan cultivator. He smiled and saluted with a gesture of invitation: "Senior, please come in. Your Dilong Posthouse will take good care of it, and other arrangements will be made for the accompanying team. Please..."

Wu Rong waved his hand slightly to collect all the ghost soldiers and ghost generals into the holy soldiers.

Earth Dragon can stay outside.

That's it.

The noisy noise of the group of people who came together suddenly disappeared without a trace, and everyone stared at Wu Rong dimly.

Wu Rong went his own way and walked in under the guidance of the clerk.

Unexpectedly.

A voice shook itself.

"The great majesty of Taoist friends!"

Wu Rong paused and looked behind him. The person who called him was a young man in black robe.

The third eye on the young man's forehead moved slightly, staring at Wu Rong coldly, and shouted sternly: "Swallowing souls to refine souls, and also keeping demons in captivity, fellow Taoists don't take the world's ghost cultivators seriously."

"Who are you?"

"Ghost Clan, Zhang Shaoyuan."

Zhang Shaoyuan slightly arched his hands, showing no respect at all.

He is like the clan youth who caught the 'human trafficker'.

The monks of his own clan gathered around him.

Before Wu Rong could speak, another voice sounded not far away.

The other party said with a smile: "As one of the ten major clans of Yintian, the ghost clan doesn't even have this knowledge. This Taoist friend is obviously from the earth. What grudge does he have against your ghost clan?"

Zhang Shaoyuan looked at the young man and sneered: "Members of the Horned Demon Clan, it's not your turn to speak here."

The young man from the Horned Demon Clan said calmly: "I can't say it, but my ancestor can always say it."

Zhang Shaoyuan glanced at the nine-headed ghost car not far away, his pupils trembled slightly, and he slightly cupped his hands and said: "Since it is the senior who has spoken, I will not ask any more questions."

Then he looked at Wu Rong and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, take care of yourself."

"Walk."

Wu Rong's face was expressionless.

The devil is not welcome anywhere.

He's already used to it.

Thinking of this, he raised his hands and saluted the Nine-Headed Ghost Car in the distance.

The person sitting there should be a great king.

The young man from the Horned Demon Tribe returned to the ghost carriage after paying tribute to the other party, and asked doubtfully: "Ancestor, why are we helping him?"

The old man stroked his beard and said, "He has remnants of Dao Lord's magic on him."

"It's just a small misunderstanding. It's always good to make good friends."

"That's true."

The young man nodded slightly.

The power of their Tianjiao Demon Clan is not big, so they should make more good friends.

"Has he noticed your magical power?"

Wu Rong followed the clerk upstairs and sent a message to Tu Shanjun.

"Almost."

The eyes of Daojun Zhiying beside him moved slightly.

It's been less than half a month.

Wu Rong made up for it and finally got a general understanding of Yintian.

He selected several small tribes from them, all of which he thought had potential.

If it was the master who took action, how could the King of Dongyue be awarded a high-ranking marquis.

Although he has Xuhua, his Taoism has not yet broken through. At most, he is a high-ranking baron, and there are very few places to choose.

"Master, since the organization's Kuimulang said that the answers we are looking for will be obtained here, that person should meet you in person."

Tu Shanjun narrowed his eyes.

He remembered when the Yuansheng Holy Demon found him.

It should be similar now.

It depends on what bargaining chips the Green Emperor can offer.

If the price is fair, he doesn't mind helping.

Tushan Jun pondered for a long time before speaking: "The underworld gathers lonely ghosts and controls the life and death of all living beings in the world. I guess there should be a reincarnation place inside Dongyue King City, which can allow true spirits to reincarnate."

"Isn't that similar to your great way?"

Wu Rong was shocked and stood up suddenly.

"No surprise."

"Wait, we will see him when he wants to see us."

Tushan Jun turned into a wisp of evil spirit with a sense of relief.

"That's right."

"Wait."

"The court meeting will only be in the next two days."

Wu Rong put down the files he had read, and picked up the other files that had been written and began to check them one by one.

These are all to be submitted, and there can be no mistakes.