Chapter 1 Spring Warmth and Blossoming Flowers

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, all creatures are reviving, it’s mating season again!

Weasels, snakes, and monkeys along with cats, seemed to be collectively in heat as they rushed out, giving off a sense of a northeastern old forest being relocated to Xuzhou.

Fortunately, the rampant demonic and ghostly energies forming a miasma meant there was no need to worry about the ordinary people here noticing anything unusual.

Behind a rockery not far away,

Zhou Ze and Lawyer An stood side by side,

Bai Yingying stood behind them.

Zhou Ze's hands were actually itching; he really wanted to make a move, but watching Monkey chase that sunglasses-wearing old man around,

Watching those two northeastern immortals and the black cat not losing ground against the two black shadows,

Zhou Ze felt like he had nowhere to put his foot down.

It was a pity he came out too hastily and didn't bring the Wahaha melon seeds from his room, otherwise, he wouldn't be so bored.

It was evident that the soul bodies of those two northeastern immortals, including the black cat, had become much more solid than before. The Yin-Yang Record had always been with Monkey, and no one knew how he did it. It seemed he was getting along quite well with those demons.

To say something without shame,

If the real owner of the Yin-Yang Record, Boss Zhou, personally used it to call upon them,

Probably none of the demons inside would even bother to show their faces.

This time, however, they collectively gave Monkey face, and were even working very hard.

"What about the local Xuzhou ghost messengers?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Lawyer An smiled, "Soon, soon. See those paper figures floating on the water over by the pavilion? It’s livelier here today than we thought, like a party is going on."

In other words,

There was no need to worry about not having a fight.

The old man's identity and origins were unknown, but what he was doing was definitely a rebellious act not allowed by the underworld.

Erecting a memorial arch and deliberately creating and collecting wandering souls,

In ancient times,

It would be equivalent to establishing his own faction and rebelling.

That is to say, anyone who appeared next and stood with that sunglasses-wearing old man could be regarded by the upright, selfless, loyal-to-their-duty, loving-the-underworld, loving-hell, righteous ghost messengers as rebellious accomplices to be struck down.

At this moment,

Outside the entrance of the hotel,

A crazy, bald-headed monk arrived late,

But he stopped when he reached the flowerbed near the entrance.

"Amitabha, how lively it is inside, a dance of demons."

The bald-headed monk didn't continue inside, but instead took a few steps back and sat down on a bench near the entrance.

As soon as he sat down, the bald-headed monk jumped up and turned around to shout at the flowerbed:

"Who is it, scaring this poor monk!"

A girl's face appeared among the flowers and plants in the flowerbed. The girl looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a floral dress, lying in the flowerbed, not minding the dirt.

Her skin was a bit dark, not very white, but it looked very clean and healthy.

"It's you, why don't you go in?"

The bald-headed monk asked.

Obviously, the monk knew her.

"The flowers and plants here tell me there might be danger inside."

The girl's voice was very pleasant, like the light chirping of a lark.

"Hehe."

The bald-headed monk sat down again,

"Indeed, they are the hosts, inviting us here. We are guests, how can guests help the hosts catch cats and dogs?

You have to clean the house before you can entertain guests."

"If they hadn't said they could provide me with a large patch of land to grow the other shore flowers, I wouldn't have come."

Two cars drove over, and three men and one woman got out. The four of them ran directly into the hotel, looking very eager.

"Hey, Monk."

The dark-skinned girl reached out and patted the monk's head,

"Don't pat this poor monk's head, or I'll get angry with you."

"Okay, you're so stingy. Did you see? Several local Xuzhou ghost messengers have been bought off."

"Mm."

The bald-headed monk nodded.

The ones who just went in were local Xuzhou ghost messengers.

"Monk, tell me, the roots of the underworld are so rotten, when will it finally collapse?"

"When have the roots of the underworld ever been clean?"

The bald-headed monk asked in return.

"Uh…………"

"Didn't your grandma tell you about these messy things?"

"No, it seemed like she wanted to tell me something, but I couldn't wait and used her as fertilizer to grow flowers."

"Hehe."

The bald-headed monk's face was full of black lines. He was a little afraid of this girl. Don't look at her like a simple and hardworking farmer, her real methods and the true face hidden beneath this appearance were probably enough to give even Buddha a headache, right?

"Then tell me about it. I'm just curious. The underworld has been riddled with holes by all sides. Not to mention the ghost messengers below, even the constables and inspectors have their own backers and plans. It looks like it's about to be over."

"In ancient times, the Yellow Emperor sent Ying Gou to guard the Nether Sea. Later, Ying Gou fell, and hell fell apart. Finally, Mount Tai was used to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, reorganizing the order of hell.

However, since the last Mount Tai god disappeared, hell split again, until the Ten Kings of Hell and the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva officially took residence, re-establishing the current order of the underworld.

The Ten Kings of Hell are the symbol of the underworld, but everyone knows that the one who truly holds the greatest power in the underworld and governs by doing nothing is the mysterious Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once made a great vow:

'I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty.'

Understand?"

"Understand what? Speak clearly, don't use riddles. This lady doesn't have any incense money for you."

"It's just that people can't wait for the underworld to rot to the core and then collapse, so for thousands of years, since the disappearance of the previous Mount Tai god, the high-level officials who truly controlled the underworld have actually been looking forward to the underworld collapsing on its own sooner.

It’s just that this system has its own operating principles, and it takes some time to collapse."

"Oh, is that so? I really hope it collapses sooner, so that the yin and yang are no longer separated, and I can plant the other shore flowers in the yang world at will."

"Amitabha, people are people, ghosts are ghosts, and people and ghosts are originally one. This poor monk has always loathed the rules of yin and yang!

The great vow of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is also the great vow of this poor monk."

This bald-headed monk was a great saint to the dead.

Outside the hotel,

A monk and a girl were chatting happily,

Inside the hotel,

With the addition of the four Xuzhou ghost messengers,

The scene became even more lively.

The female ghost messenger that Zhou Ze had seen before was now standing behind the sunglasses-wearing old man, helping him to restrain Monkey.

And the four local Xuzhou ghost messengers who had rushed over without saying a word directly started fighting the demons. They might be more active doing this than doing their own job.

"Tsk."

Zhou Ze, who had been watching the show for a long time and whose legs were a bit numb from standing, asked with some dissatisfaction:

"Old An."

"What's wrong, Boss?"

"The ghost messengers in Changzhou have been incorporated by forces from hell, and the five ghost messengers we see in Xuzhou have also been bought by the forces behind the old man.

Why is no one interested in our Tongcheng?"

Hearing this,

Lawyer An fell silent.

His boss's question was too bizarre,

He really didn't know how to answer for a moment.

It was like everyone was working in the same system,

Other departments received endless streams of tributes and bribes,

But his own department was a completely clean and poor department, ignored by everyone.

The department head almost hung a sign at the door saying, "I want to be corrupt," but no one still cared.

In fact, Zhou Ze had already invested in Lawyer An's smuggling business, but that could only be regarded as a small fight within his own family;

Don't mention it, now that he thought about it, it was true. All along, no forces from hell had extended an olive branch here, waving piles of ghost money and shouting:

Join me, and you'll have meat to eat!

"Could it be because the reputation of our Tongcheng ghost messengers is too good?"

Zhou Ze looked at Lawyer An, "So no one is buying us off?"

"Perhaps…yes."

"Old An, we are still too disciplined."

The more Zhou Ze thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and the more uncomfortable he felt, the more his hands itched.

"Therefore, we need to teach them a good lesson and tell the outside world that our Tongcheng ghost messengers are still very capable, which can be regarded as establishing our own brand.

The more ruthless we make them, the better if we kill them all, the higher our price will be."

Lawyer An began to bewitch him.

Zhou Ze smiled meaningfully,

"Old An, why do I feel like you are pushing me into a fire pit?"

"How is that possible? Taking ten thousand steps back, even if it's not to earn a reputation for yourself, at least it can tell those various forces and demons that they can do whatever they want, but don't do it in Tongcheng, otherwise, they have to consider their own weight.

In that case, Boss, you can rest assured and bask in the sun."

Over there, with the addition of a total of five local Xuzhou ghost messengers,

The animals began to gradually become overwhelmed, and the decline was obvious, and it seemed that it was almost time for the little monkey to transform.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival,

The moon tonight should be relatively round,

Maybe it will help Monkey a bit?

It seems that monkeys all like the full moon.

But unfortunately,

Now it's the daytime morning,

It's still far from dark and the moon coming out.

"Come, let's allocate the targets. The two shadows are yours, Old An; that old man in underpants and sunglasses, Yingying, you're responsible for him."

In other words,

The remaining five local Xuzhou ghost messengers,

Were Zhou Ze himself's targets.

"Such a big appetite? Be careful of choking."

Lawyer An smiled, and his figure rushed out directly, shouting loudly:

"The underworld has order, and the laws of death are ruthless, break!"

He directly attacked the two black shadows!

"Boss, add oil, ying ying ying!" (加油, 嘤嘤嘤!)

Bai Yingying kicked off the ground with one leg,

The terrifying physique of the female zombie was revealed,

Originally a two-hundred-year-old zombie, she had been constantly nourished by staying by Zhou Ze's side, and had long become extraordinary.

This time,

She actually ejected herself like a cannonball, smashing straight down on the old man in sunglasses.

The battle, due to the sudden addition of these two people, instantly became even more chaotic. Even the five local ghost messengers were stunned for a moment. How come so many uninvited guests today?

And at this time,

Zhou Ze also came out,

As the boss,

He definitely had to make a final appearance,

With a background music attached,

It was a pity that the old Taoist who was best at playing background music was on the other side, unable to cooperate with him, which was a bit regrettable.

Zhou Ze spread out his palm,

Watching his five fingernails slowly grow out,

A familiar feeling washed over him,

And he whispered:

"Ka…………"

Sigh,

After thinking about it,

Let's take care of the emotions of the one inside,

After a moment of pause,

Zhou Ze continued:

"Fanyun!" (Overturning Clouds!)

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Five black chains suddenly sprang out from the ground,

Instantly wrapping around the five Xuzhou ghost messengers.

They've gotten a lot thicker,

And they've gotten a lot darker.

Zhou Ze thought in his heart,

But he didn't delay his actions,

And continued lightly:

"Fuyu!" (Covering Rain!)

"Boom!"

The chains seemed to be drawn back underground at an extremely high speed,

The five ghost messengers who had just been chained had no time to break free and were dragged together towards the ground.

For a time,

There were five ghost messengers lying on the ground, in an extremely embarrassing state.

This feeling,

Was so comfortable.

Zhou Ze silently experienced the joy of directly suppressing everything from the moment he appeared,

And then,

His head felt dizzy, his chest felt short of breath, and he knelt directly on the ground like he had asthma, panting heavily.

He was exhausted,

He was actually directly exhausted.

Zhou Ze himself didn't expect,

How many seconds did that forced act last?

And at this time,

A voice that Zhou Ze didn't want to hear now suddenly came from the depths of his heart:

"So…………quick…………ah…………"