Chapter 1 The Blue-Sash Judge

The blue-sash judge laughed wildly and triumphantly. From his perspective, such behavior was indeed justified.

Even though the Bodhisattva had disappeared, and the small temple on Mount Tai was empty,

no one in the Underworld truly fantasized about the return of the Lord's era, no matter how the situation might change.

You see, the Mount Tai King, who symbolized the last layer of pretense for the Lord's lineage, had also fallen directly in the last upheaval. It could be said that the Lord's lineage had lost even its last fig leaf.

A thousand years had passed, and even for these beings in the Underworld, a thousand years was long enough.

Not to mention, the nine Constables were still high above, sitting as firm as mountains.

Seeing the other party laughing, Lawyer An couldn't help but laugh as well.

The more happily the other party laughed, the happier Lawyer An became.

This was all groundwork,

the better the groundwork,

the more intense the satisfaction

brought by the slap in the face during the reversal.

The more you can't imagine, the more you mock,

the more it will highlight how far-sighted I, An Buqi, was, right?

These years of toiling like an ox and a horse, wasn't it all for this triumphant return today?

Laugh, laugh,

keep laughing.

With this thought,

Lawyer An was too lazy to argue with him.

The blue-sash judge would have been a remarkable figure in the past, equivalent to a high-ranking official, but ever since the Constables started the "beauty pageant" precedent, this batch of recently promoted sash-wearers was clearly too watered down.

Lawyer An carefully put away the talisman again, even carefully wrapping up the black hair on it.

Because he always felt that talismans seemed to be reproducible, otherwise how could you explain the old Taoist's talisman quantities, which could be sold by the catty?

And what could truly multiply the value of this talisman, or even truly reflect its value,

might really be this black hair.

No wonder the old Taoist always warmed the talisman in his crotch!

Feng Si stood beside Lawyer An, his face calm. He could be said to be the person in this world who understood Lawyer An the most, so he naturally knew that if he didn't have complete certainty, Lawyer An wouldn't risk his life to come here and show off.

"Master An, the noodles are ready."

Cuihua served the sauerkraut noodles.

Lawyer An took the bowl of noodles, picked up the chopsticks, and said to Cuihua,

"Peel me a few cloves of garlic too."

Eating noodles without a few bites of garlic was really tasteless.

Lawyer An didn't have this habit before, but that was before. Today, he wanted heavy flavors and wanted to enjoy more of the taste.

The blue-sash judge finished laughing,

shook his head,

and said,

"You almost made me laugh back to life.

Are you going to continue talking nonsense here, or are you going to take the initiative to go to the Constables and submit to the law?"

"Slurp, slurp."

"Smack, smack."

Lawyer An held the bowl and ate the noodles.

Cuihua put the garlic into Lawyer An's noodle bowl. Lawyer An took a bite of garlic and said to Feng Si beside him,

"In these years, I haven't made much progress except for swallowing the inner core of a great demon. What about you?"

"Not bad."

"Then why are you standing here like an idiot watching a fart? Are you just going to let this fool run wild in front of this King?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Si's mouth,

and he said,

"King Pingdeng?" (One of the Ten Kings of Hell)

"An!"

"Understood."

Feng Si walked out of the pavilion,

his left hand opened,

a blue leather whip extended from his palm,

and he said in a deep voice,

"By order of the King, shut you up."

"............" The blue-sash judge.

At this moment, the blue-sash judge really couldn't laugh anymore. He just found it funny. Were these two big men really playing house and going crazy?

Feng Si didn't wait for him to speak again, and the whip was swung directly.

The blue-sash judge quickly retreated, spreading his hands, and a black bronze hammer appeared in his hand.

However, before he had any chance to counterattack, a shadow of a stone gate appeared above the courtyard and crashed down!

"Crack!"

The blue-sash judge's body was directly smashed to the ground.

The sound of shattering came from his own soul.

Under the heavy pressure, the soul was already overwhelmed and began to fall apart.

"You actually set up a formation here?"

"I didn't invite you here."

Feng Si walked to the blue-sash judge's side. The other party was now hunchbacked, struggling to support the heavy pressure.

"Feng Si, listen to me, if you..."

"Pfft!"

The whip, held by Feng Si in his hand, was directly turned to the other party's neck. There was no hesitation, and no intention of reminiscing about the past.

"Crack!"

The other party's head was decisively twisted off by Feng Si.

Along with his soul, it began to collapse under the pressure of the formation.

Lawyer An took a big sip of noodle soup

and asked curiously,

"This is still a blue sash?"

Simply too watery.

"Since you can make a living by your face, why bother working hard?"

"I don't like hearing that. Making a living by your face can't last long after all."

"Then what can you rely on to make a living for a long time?"

"The tongue."

Feng Si took a deep breath, nodded, and said,

"I've been taught."

"Lacking sincerity."

Feng Si silently raised his head, feigned a look of enlightenment, and after pondering for a while,

he said with a sigh,

"I see, I've been taught."

"Barely passable, but still needs improvement."

"It's been a while since we've been together, it's really rusty."

"Just review it slowly. Do you really think I just like hearing you praise me?"

Feng Si nodded and said, "No."

"I'm doing this to train you. In the future, if the situation changes again, at least you'll have the capital to make a comeback, right?"

"Yes, you're right."

"Honorifics!"

"As the King says."

"Hehe."

"What's next?" Feng Si asked.

The person had been killed, and the matter had been done. There should be a follow-up, right?

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom............Boom!"

Nine consecutive roars were heard,

and nine pillars of light shot straight into the sky.

Obviously, this wasn't directed at them, because Feng Si believed that no matter how outrageous he was, even if he killed four or five more blue-sash judges, it wouldn't be possible for the nine Constables to come out together to question him.

"Look, isn't it starting?"

Lawyer An turned his head and looked at Cuihua standing beside him,

"Cuihua, hurry up and peel some more garlic."

"Eating too much garlic will make your mouth stink, Your Majesty."

"Since I'm a King, then my farts are fragrant."

............

The nine Constables were indeed not mobilized because of the death of a blue-sash judge. In fact, at this time, they had no time to care about these trivial matters.

Everything was because,

on the vacant Mount Tai peak,

purple light suddenly appeared.

In previous years, Mount Tai would occasionally emit light, but it was basically the light of the Buddha, which meant that the Bodhisattva's understanding of Buddhism had deepened another level.

Purple light, however, had never appeared before. To be precise, it hadn't appeared on Mount Tai since a thousand years ago.

Because,

the Lord's lineage revered purple!

Perhaps it was because of the Purple-Gold Divine Monkey beside the founder. The Purple-Gold Divine Monkey had helped the founder establish this empire and made great contributions, but it was contaminated in the fighting, and its purple color turned into ink black.

In order to make up for its shortcomings, the founder designated all the official robes of the Lord's lineage as purple.

Even the sash colors of the judges in the Underworld today, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet, all respect violet as the highest.

Whether the real reason was like this was no longer verifiable, but one thing was clear, that is, the appearance of purple light on Mount Tai must mean that something big had happened.

The nine Constables collectively descended in front of Mount Tai.

Behind each Constable, there was a close judge holding an umbrella for them.

Behind them, countless Underworld judges and inspectors were coming in organized formations.

Although the nine Constables had engaged in beauty pageants in the past two years, which had caused the purple and blue sashes around them to become as worthless as the yellow and red sashes in the late Qing Dynasty,

the nine Constables' control over the middle and lower levels of the Underworld completely surpassed that of the Ten Kings of Hell period. At the very least, the situation in which King Chujiang Li was chased by Ying Gou and fled all over the hell, but no one dared to lend a hand, would never happen again.

The nine Constables stood there like nine pillars supporting the sky,

and in the void,

several apparitions of the Kings of Hell appeared again. They had already retired, some were enjoying their old age, and some were licking their wounds. Although they had lost their former glory, they still had the qualifications to come out and watch the excitement at this time.

"Brother, look, up there."

Little Nine stood beside Da Changqiu and whispered a reminder.

Little Nine was originally Little Ten. Because of Ying Gou, one of his ten fingers was broken, and Little Ten became Little Nine.

Little Nine was the youngest of the Constables and the weakest, but his intuition was indeed the most sensitive.

Da Changqiu looked up at the sky,

and there,

several extremely ancient auras were flowing.

In fact,

there had always been some old undying things lurking in hell, the oldest of which had even touched the tail of ancient times, and there were also many giants who were contemporaries with the first and second Lord.

When the first Lord swept through hell in those years, these old things chose to lie dormant, not daring to confront him head-on, so they survived until now.

They had survived to the point where even a slightly faster heartbeat or an extra breath was a huge waste.

Therefore, every generation of rulers of hell had tacitly chosen to ignore these old turnips.

A bunch of old things who knew nothing but to苟 (gǒu, survive by any means), it would hurt their teeth to bite them, and there was no need to do so.

But today,

even those old things had awakened!

On the top of Mount Tai, in the flower garden in front of the small temple, which had been carefully tended by the Bodhisattva for thousands of years,

the old Taoist was sitting there holding the little monkey,

and casually picked a rhizome with several hundred years of growth from beside him and placed it in front of the little monkey.

"Eat it?"

The little monkey shook its head.

"You have to eat, you can't be picky."

The little monkey ignored him, preferring death to eating Zhou millet!

"If you don't eat, your old grandpa won't be able to come back."

Immediately, it could only take the rhizome handed over by the old Taoist and chew it in its mouth. It was clearly eating the immortal spirit planted by the Dizang Bodhisattva's (Ksitigarbha) thousand years of hard work, but it stubbornly ate a sense of humiliation and deep hatred.

No matter how many people came outside or how big the commotion was,

the old Taoist was still sitting there, completely unaware,

and was still boredly reaching out and rummaging through the little monkey's fur,

as if he was helping it catch lice.

But after scratching for a long time,

he didn't find a single one.

"Hey! You don't even have a louse on your body, what kind of monkey are you?

Your boss is too unreasonable, this cleanliness is so extreme that even monkeys don't dare to grow lice!

Tch, demanding bastard."