Hell

  He saw Lin Xu and two generals Zhang and Wang guarding the ancient well, and this guest from the underworld naturally recognized the attire of the mountain god and the generals. The visitor immediately bowed to the ground and recited in a low voice:

  "Yuan, the judge of the underworld, pays respects to the divine carriage of Mount Huo's god. My master, the great king, was overjoyed upon learning that your esteemed deity has succeeded to the divine position of Mount Huo's god, and thus ordered me to come and offer congratulations, as well as present a humble gift, in the hope that your esteemed deity will graciously accept it."

  Although he has many flaws, Lin Xu is absolutely not a greedy person. Moreover, he is more concerned about who the big shot behind the scenes is that sent someone to congratulate him specially.

  Immediately afterwards, Lin Xu bowed his body in return and asked:

  "Which great king has sent you as his envoy?"

  Judge Yu Yuan responded very appropriately, he first exchanged a few pleasantries and then said:

  "To be honest with you, my father is a high-ranking official in the imperial court."

  In the underworld, among the ten Yama Kings in the dark prison, most people only remember Yanluo Wang, and it seems that the other nine Yama Kings have become the background scenery behind the main character.

  In fact, the status of the Ten Halls Yan Jun is roughly equivalent, but only the Yan Luo Wang who followed the Buddhist gate to immigrate from Tianzhu has the greatest reputation, and his popularity in the folk has overshadowed other colleagues. In fact, Yan Luo Wang's powers are far from reaching the level of leading the ten halls.

  The flesh and blood given by his parents had long been transformed into a divine golden body after that unfortunate plane crash, so Lin Xu no longer needed to sleep or eat, and he could do so only as a hobby, not as a physiological need. As a result, he had much more time than ordinary people. Nowadays, apart from handling official duties every day, Lin Xu took out the spirit of playing with his life during his senior year of high school, burying himself in the piles of old papers in the mountain god temple all day, or asking his subordinates for advice to make up for various common sense.

  If Lin Xu had spent so much effort and hard work to make up for his evil deeds, but still couldn't remember such a simple question as the name of the tenth king of hell in the underworld, then he might as well find a block of tofu and knock himself dead on it.

  At the sound, Lin Xu, who had already counted in his heart, made a gentle gesture with his hands and bowed to the void, saying:

  "It turned out to be the kindness of Wang Gong's mansion, and I humbly accepted it with gratitude."

  Seeing this, Judge Yu Yuan burst out laughing and took out a two-inch long jade token from his sleeve. He handed the jade token to Lin Xu with both hands.

  As soon as he got the jade token in his hand, Lin Xu curiously split out a thread of divine sense to scan the contents of the jade token. In an instant, his face changed color and he said with a shocked expression:

  "Ah! This gift..."

  Yu Peng, representing the Five Officials, who had rushed over specially, was now smiling even more radiantly, and all he could be heard saying repeatedly was:

  "Time is too tight, the gift was prepared in a hurry, and I'm afraid it's too thin, so I'll have to ask for your forgiveness."

  At this time, Lin Xu also came back to his senses and burst out laughing. He took a step forward, pulled Yu Yuan's hand with one hand, and said in a very warm tone:

  "This is wonderful, I accept this gift. Please trouble your lordship to return and inform the Fifth Official Wang that I am deeply grateful for his kindness, and will certainly repay him in the future."

  Upon hearing this, Judge Yu Yuan also smiled knowingly and bowed his head in respect to Lin Xu, saying:

  "Since that's the case, I won't disturb you further with your busy schedule, so I'll take my leave now."

  At this time, Lin Xu also showed unusual politeness, personally escorting Judge Yu Yuan to the ancient well. As the Netherworld passage opened again, accompanied by the intense gurgling sound of water, this fleeting messenger disappeared once more.

  The front foot reluctantly bid farewell to the underworld judge Yu Yuan, Lin Xu's tense nerves relaxed, and he turned back to say to his two subordinates with great emotion:

  "Hearing is not as good as seeing, it's indeed worthy of being on an equal footing with King Yanluo. This Five Officials' King is really generous when he takes action."

  The two deputy generals have been transformed from Yinbing to now, and it has been more than 800 years. They can be said to be knowledgeable and experienced. When they saw the hidden things in Lin Xu's jade symbol, the two deputy generals still couldn't help but gasp in shock.

  It seems like he recalled the difficult situation of being outnumbered and outmatched from a while back, Wang Liang said with a moved expression:

  "Eighteen hundred elite ghost soldiers, with their armor and weapons, all presented at once - what a grand gesture!"

  Lin Xu, who deeply resonated with these words, also nodded in agreement. He had been shocked when he saw the gift list just now. It was really unclear what kind of purpose this Five Senses King had, as they had no previous interactions, yet he gave himself such a huge benefit upon their first meeting.

  Lin Xu hesitated for a moment and shook his head, saying:

  "In short, the news from the underworld is quite well-informed. The Five Officials' King actually knows that I've just taken over the Mountain God Temple and am now in a state of utter poverty. Hehehe, this act of sending charcoal in snowy weather is not a small kindness, so how should I repay it in the future? Alas, I'm afraid I'll have to think carefully about it."

  In any case, the thick gift brought by Wuguan Wang not only solved Lin Xu's urgent need but also added a few more points to his plan to stabilize his foothold in Huoshan Station.

  If the newly strengthened and trained ghost soldiers are added, plus the 1,800 ghost soldiers sent by Wuguan Wang, the total strength of the mountain temple is nearly 2,000. Although it's a joke to rely on this number of people to sweep away the several thousand miles of Huo Mountain, relying on the geographical advantage to keep the foundation of the mountain temple is already more than enough.

  Lin Xuxin was happily calculating the changes in the balance of power, and as for the scorching invitation sent by the great demon Huo Shanjun just now, it was thrown aside with a smile.

  Only when one has a gun in his own hand can he really hold his head high!

  It's hard to say what the future holds, but for now, Lin Xu's personal emotions haven't affected the normal operation of this piece of land. The dull days pass one by one, and everything looks no different from before.

  It was the sudden appearance of a large number of dark troops from the side of the Mountain God Temple, which made a show of force every morning with their drills and exercises, strongly intimidating those who had planned to do evil.

  The recent turmoil surrounding Lin Xu has suddenly subsided, as if the past tense atmosphere was just an illusion of a few people. However, only Lin Xu himself is most aware that in this world, there will always be some people with strange thinking patterns who only remember to eat but not to fight, and will never learn to give up. The current calm moment is just because these guys feel that the wind is not favorable to themselves, so they temporarily retract their claws and wait for another opportunity to stir up trouble.

  Lofty peaks piercing the clouds, strange rocks towering upright, a layer of thin fog drifting between the mountains was torn apart by the rugged mountain rocks, and immediately transformed into a swirling white gas like a winding stream flowing down.

  On the sunrise side of this precipitous mountain peak, above a dark and seemingly bottomless cave entrance, is carved a line of bird-shaped seal characters, as if chiseled with an axe: Dakuifeng Moyundong.

  The stalactite-constructed walls of the cave shone with a magnificent aura under the reflection of the flames. On the ground made of polished limestone, there were animal hide tapestries sewn together, and if one were to exclude the decorations that might appear in their field of vision, such as skulls and other ornaments reminiscent of horror movies, this underground palace would be no less luxurious than the grand palaces used by human kings.

  "Master Bei, how much longer must I endure? There are already jokes circulating outside that mock me as a turtle hiding in its shell. Is this not enough?"

  With a pair of tiger eyes staring round and wide, the majestic and robust Hosan Jun glared at the thin and wretched creature sitting on his left, loudly scolding it with an air that seemed to suggest he would turn hostile at any moment.

  Long familiar with Mr. Huo's temperament, Dr. Bei was not affected by his interlocutor's furious expression and continued to speak in a calm and unhurried tone:

  "Shan Jun, did you know that the Mountain God Temple was left with only a handful of defeated soldiers and generals? Why didn't I dare to take action, but instead incited a group of ignorant little demons to go and attack?"

  Upon hearing this, Lord Hoshan's face grew even more enraged. He slammed his hand on the table in front of him and shouted:

  "Hmph, so you're saying that there must be an ambush inside the Mountain God Temple, and we can't act rashly. But this time it's different, they have reinforcements in their hands, even if they want to make a move, they won't be able to."

  The old doctor, still with an air of composure and confidence, stroked his chin with a few strands of white whiskers, and from his small eyes shone two bright lights as he slowly said:

  "That mountain temple was built by the heavenly emperor's decree. I once heard my master say that inside the temple, there is a Demon-Suppressing Tower, specially designed to restrain evil demons and monsters. It is said that for nearly ten thousand years, each generation of the Ho Mountain God has added their divine power to the tower, its might is not something ordinary. Let alone you and me, who are only several hundred years old in our cultivation as demons, even a great demon with over a thousand years of cultivation would have at most three-tenths of their powers left if they were suppressed by the seal on the Demon-Suppressing Tower."

  When he first heard such an explosive secret, Huo Shanjun's thick eyebrows also raised, but he immediately asked back:

  "If you knew this all along, why didn't you ever tell me?"

  With a somewhat helpless glance at Lord Hoshan, Dr. Bei sighed and said:

  "Alas, isn't it because we spoke too early and dampened our own morale? Shan Jun, you wouldn't want things to turn out this way either, would you?"

  After pacing back and forth in the cave for half a day, Huo Shanjun's expression finally calmed down, and he said in a low voice:

  "That's just how things are, but I'm not willing to accept it!"

  In the spacious cave, the angry roar of Huo Shanjun echoed, and Bai Dafu, who seemed to have been prepared for this, slowly took out two cotton balls and stuffed them into his ear holes, then closed his eyes to meditate.

  Humans have a strong adaptability to their living environment, and it was the same for humans in the past, such as Lin Xu.

  Since being forced to come to this border, Lin Xu gradually got used to the simple life without TV and internet, regulating his diet and daily routine according to sunrise and sunset. Although he could easily create some entertainment projects with the benefits of his divine power, he thought it was too stupid to indulge in pleasure when there were still major problems to solve. That predecessor who liked to indulge in lavish feasts and carnivals only did so after defeating his arch-nemesis, the Eastern Barbarians; did Lin Xu have the capital to enjoy such luxuries today? Don't even mention it, lest he become a laughing stock.