Chapter Eighty-Three: The Divine Book of Netherworld

  "Consolidate your skills well!" Pan Hao gently tapped Xiwen's little head.

  "En en!" Xiwen nodded seriously with her little head.

  Fu Tian County!

  A golden aura of humanity suddenly appeared in the city temple, and a white bird was singing loudly. The upper body of this bird is golden yellow with dense golden threads, and its head has a long and thick golden yellow crest that falls behind its head like hair. Its face is exposed, and the upper body and the back of its body have long tail feathers, all of which are golden with fine "V"-shaped golden threads densely woven on the bottom.

  A white bird hovers above an elderly man wearing a light crimson official uniform, his face stern and majestic. Countless wisps of white air converge on the bird, allowing it to inhale and exhale, transforming into golden energy. The bird spreads its wings, elegant and refined.

  Pan Hao's eyes lit up, and a thought burst out within the Purple Mansion, transforming into a dazzling diamond that followed the divine aura of the Heavenly County.

  In the blink of an eye, his mind arrived inside the Chenghuang Temple. Inside the temple, he sat upright on the golden body of the City God, and in the eyes of the golden body, a hint of spiritual energy flashed by, as if it were a living person.

  This is the aura that only a county governor can have! Pan Hao suddenly realized that this was the county governor coming to offer sacrifices to the city god. At this time, the soldiers on both sides formed two rows, tightly protecting the slow-moving governor.

  "Prefect!" An old man from the temple came up and handed over three incense sticks.

  "Hmm!" The old man hummed softly and took over three incense sticks.

  Then he turned around and placed it on the crimson candle specially brought to light the incense in the temple. The red fire jumped on the candle, and three incense sticks slowly burned out a wisp of blue smoke in the fire.

  Tai Shou picked up the three incense sticks that had been lit, turned around, slightly bowed his waist, made three bows to the city god, and then inserted them into the tripod furnace.

  "It's pouring heavily today, I've come to offer sacrifices to the City God, praying for peace and stability in our county!" The old man let out a soft sigh. Legend has it that the City God is in charge of protecting the city and its people, and is also the god in charge of the underworld registry. Coming to make an offering at this time can be somewhat comforting. After adding some incense money, the old man left without lingering too long.

  On the old man's head, a white crane of aura appeared. When incense was inserted, it suddenly let out a loud and clear cry. The white crane then spat out a strand of pale golden aura onto Cheng Huang Jin's body.

  It was just a bow, but Pan Hao suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of faith, waves overflowing, endless and rolling in. This is the recognition of human great momentum to Pan Hao.

  In Pan Hao's Purple Mansion, the City God of Futaotian Prefecture burst out with a loud noise, shining brightly red, sacred and noble. A powerful force of faith surged through the void and poured into the god seat.

  Boom, the divine throne shook violently, and the heavenly scripture written on it instantly solidified. A brilliant divine light burst forth. An ancient, distant, and noble aura spread out. At the same time, the divine throne completely transformed into a physical entity.

  The divine aura of the Heavenly Prefecture condensed in an instant, and a powerful and pure force of faith burst forth like a mighty river, surging upwards, rushing towards the divine soul. The red light on the divine soul's body erupted, as if devouring everything, continuously absorbing it in.

  The divine lotus under Shen Hun's feet suddenly burst forth with divine light, and three small, delicate petals grew out. The divine light overflowed, and the petals swayed with a soft glow. As the new petals grew on the divine lotus, the dense red light emanating from Shen Hun's body gave rise to threads of pale yellow divine light at its center. Pan Hao's eyes opened, and a more powerful, sacred, and majestic aura was emitted.

  Up to now, Pan Hao has finally recovered his cultivation before cutting off the divided spirit. The divine lotus flower blooms with 30 petals, and the divine soul's red light shines through yellow, equivalent to the middle stage of the fetal dan in a cultivator. However, within the domain, even if it is the golden dan period, Pan Hao cannot be hurt at all with the help of the power of heaven and earth.

  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Suddenly, eighteen red lights burst out of the divine throne in Futiangun, and with a loud noise, they shot out of the Purple Mansion and disappeared into the mortal world.

  In the underworld, with the increase of ghosts, the divine power supply to Pan Hao on the divine protection cover above has decreased a lot. The thoughts of the ghosts are attached to it, forming a natural barrier protecting the underworld. Eighteen red lights appeared in the air above the underworld and suddenly entered the underworld with a whoosh.

  In the underworld, countless furnishings are similar to those in the mortal world, and the ghosts still live according to the customs of the mortal world. Suddenly, eighteen red lights fell into the underworld, entering the bodies of eighteen men, all of whom had a strong aura of merit surrounding them, and were all followers of Pan Hao.

  Boom, eighteen ghosts burst into a brilliant red light, transforming one by one, donning the official robes of the county's guardian deity. This was Pan Hao setting up the County Guardian God position in the newly established Prefecture of Tianjun.

  "Thank you for your kindness!"

  Eighteen figures bowed their heads and disappeared into the ground as red lights, then reappeared in the mortal world.

  "Hmm!" Pan Hao nodded involuntarily as he saw the eighteen new city guards who had arrived in Yangjian.

  Next, I can consider the next county. Pan Hao thought to himself. To the north of Futiang County is Yiyang County, and Yiyang County is where the prefecture of Pingzhou is located, where the governor resides. And the city god above it is the state city god. It's probably not something I can take for myself, so I'll have to consider Anding County and Fufeng County on either side of Futiang County.

  Anding County is located in the eastern part of Pingzhou, separated from Qingzhou by a vast and ancient mountain range. This mountain range is treacherous, with ferocious beasts and tigers inside. Ordinary people cannot pass through it. It has always been known as the "Man-eating Mountain Range", and only hunters with exceptional skills and rich experience can enter.

  On the other side is Fufeng County, adjacent to another state of Great Song, Liangzhou. It is the border area between Liangzhou and Pingzhou. In terms of business volume and population, Fufeng County is more suitable.

  Pan Hao's mind was made up at this point, and he had already made his choice in his heart.

  However, the three counties now need to be managed, and there are barely enough people to collect the necessary management personnel for the three counties. If the fourth county is added, there will be a shortage of manpower. If the order of the Yin Division is disrupted and the divine duties cannot be performed, over time, faith may backfire. The rise and fall of the faith depend on the people's belief. Once the resentment reaches a certain level, it can overthrow the gods from their positions and extinguish their souls.

  Pan Haos deep in thought, the road stretches far and wide, I still have a long way to go!

  Suddenly, Pan Hao's mind stirred, and the Tianhe Water God statue in Qingshui County was shaking non-stop. Among the countless lines of faith, a small part was violently trembling, and finally, they all disappeared.

  "What's going on?" Pan Hao was shocked, why did the line of faith break?

  Pan Hao's eyes shone with a fierce light, he lowered his head and looked down, through the already broken faith, tracing back to the past. Suddenly, the scene shifted. Several scattered carriages, the horses that pulled the carriages had disappeared, leaving only seven or eight damaged carriage bodies. On the ground lay their own idols, only six-inch-tall idols fell to the ground, the idols were split in half, covered with crimson blood. Next to the idols lay hundreds of dead believers, their blood already semi-coagulated.

  Pan Hao was enraged, his divine power boiling over, and a vast aura burst forth into the sky. He had actually taken advantage of his own promotion to kill hundreds of his loyal followers.

  Desecrate the divine, kill the faithful! Looking for death!

  On a desolate plain, a band of horse thieves numbering three to four hundred was advancing slowly, having just pulled off a big heist. Those rich merchants were truly wealthy to the point of being ridiculous, not only weak and timid, but also with only about a hundred guards, thinking they could escape back to Qingyu County, and even laughably clinging to a statue of a god in prayer as they faced death.

  As soon as he thought of this, Du Long, the leader, couldn't help but burst out laughing. Turning his head to look at the full load of goods, he felt extremely satisfied. Taking advantage of the rebel army's impending attack on Pingzhou, the rumors in Rong Prefecture were rife, and the government soldiers could not spare themselves, while many civilians fled, and Yangyang, which borders Qingzhou, was now a bargain for his brothers!

  Dulon thought to himself, "Wait a minute, I should pick a good one and have some fun." However, these little girls are delicate and tender, probably not much fun. Dulon remembered the previous few little girls who had died, and suddenly decided to be gentler this time.