I descend into the world of heaven

Chen Chu never expected that the local city god would go astray and cut down mountains and destroy temples.

It would actually cause such a huge disturbance in Zichuan County! The boss of Zichuan County is greedy to the extreme. He is too lazy to take action against those old men who are alone. But if there are young women and children in their families, then arrest them. If you arrest your family, you can give birth to them even if you have no money!

Two taels of silver.

It was just to watch people serve food. When he went to fetch water, he heard that how much money he would charge depended on the mood of the policeman. Those who had a little money at home but no background and power would be charged ten taels, twenty taels, or even one tael. Thirty taels.

Night falls.

Old Man Fan fell asleep. Chen Chu helped him tidy up the bedding, closed the door softly and came out. I don't know why, but after staying here for a long time, I always feel a little worried about this old man.

He feels that as a tenant, he is more like a door-to-door volunteer.

But what does it matter? Old Man Fan doesn't reject it, and he, Chen Chu, doesn't feel sad either. That's fine...

On the roof of the county government office.

Chen Chu was standing on the tiles in black clothes, and the cold wind made the corners of his clothes rustle.

The bones all over his body made a crackling sound, and he turned into a green-faced, fanged ghost holding a trident. He was none other than the sacrificial general in the general's headquarters.

Inside the county government office, the county master was sitting on the Taishi chair with a proud face on his face. In front of him was a square table, on which there was a large amount of silver and two copper coins like a small mountain. He sang a little tune and classified copper coins and silver, shaking his head: "The City God's Temple was destroyed in an unclear way, but it was well destroyed. Look, I had an idea, master. Gold and silver are coming from all directions, hahahahaha."

There was a middle-aged man wearing a gray-blue gown standing nearby. He was the Yamen Master. He had two small tufts of beard under his nose. He pinched it with his thumb and index finger and said with a smile: "Master, we are rich, but You also need to give some of it to the people under you. Without them, it would be difficult for us to receive this money."

The county master's face darkened: "Humph, these bastards are picking things up, and when they collect the money, they put a lot of money into their own pockets. Do you think I don't know about it?"

The master hurriedly said: "That's what I say, but isn't that what being an official is for? If you give up a little money, there will be more money later..."

The county master touched the silver coins on the table with both hands and felt very distressed: "I worked hard to get these. To separate a part is like cutting my flesh with a knife!"

At this moment, the door was knocked open with a loud bang, strong winds swept through, the square table was blown away, and the silver and copper coins were scattered on the ground. The county master hurriedly lay on the ground and picked it up: "Ah, my money!"

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the county master couldn't keep his hands busy, especially those copper coins rolling around as if they were trying to avoid him. He suddenly said angrily: "Master, why don't you hurry up and help!" He didn't get a response, and raised his head angrily, I saw Master standing there like a statue.

"Are you suffering from dementia?"

"No, sir, look over there..."

The master stretched out his fingers tremblingly.

The county master looked along the finger, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt chills all over. He saw a guy standing at the gate with bare arms, wearing a green floral dress, a divine crown on his head, a green face and fangs, and a standard evil ghost appearance! The most important thing is that it is holding a trident that is neither too long nor too short.

This, this, this...

The person who came is not kind!

He felt that his brain was about to smoke, so he said bravely: "Friend, the reason for visiting late at night is for money. There is no point in pretending to be a ghost."

He must have been plundering people's money during the day and was being targeted.

The green-faced evil ghost waved his trident. Far away, the solid wood square table that had fallen on the ground cracked open. The gap was smooth, as if it had been cut open by an invisible sharp weapon! The county magistrate immediately knelt down and said: "The wrongdoer has the owner, and the debtor has the owner. I just collected the money, but I didn't kill anyone. Please leave quickly, I will burn a pile of paper money for you!"

Damn it, this is a real ghost, it doesn’t look simple!

The county master winked wildly at the master next to him. The master finally regained his composure, slowly backed away, opened the drawer next to him and took out a wooden box, opened it, took out a token and said loudly to the green-faced ghost: "Look at this What is it? The local city god and my master are good friends. If you dare to hurt us at all, this token can beat you to death without the city god taking action!"

The county master also stood up and his confidence returned.

He laughed and said: "Yes, the Yang world needs the county magistrate, and the underworld needs the City God. One of us controls the Yang and the other the Yin. Don't say that you are still alive, even if you die, you can't escape!"

The green-faced evil ghost walked in slowly, making a sound like metal friction in his throat, which made people feel uncomfortable: "As an official, you don't take charge of the people, but instead prey on the people, plunder the people's fat, and destroy lives. Your crime is unforgivable!" "

The county magistrate was a little panicked: "Hurry, kill it quickly!"

The master hurriedly raised the token and shouted: "Please take action from the City God!"

The token is a pentagon, black, with only the word "City God" in the middle.

Following the master's shout, the token glowed with a glimmer of green light. Before he could be happy, the green light on the token became weaker and weaker intermittently, like a candle in the wind, barely shooting the green light towards the green-faced ghost.

The green-faced ghost's walking speed did not change. It knocked away the green light casually, just like swatting away an insignificant fly. It suddenly flashed in front of the master, grabbed his neck and smashed it against the wall. The trident inserted into his thigh with a pop: "I am the Dharma-riding and Protector of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Damn the general! You are stubborn and will go to hell!"

The master was so painful that he fainted, and then he woke up from the pain again. His neck was strangled, his legs kicked around, and he even became incontinent. Blood and urine dripped on the ground.

The county magistrate rolled and crawled in an attempt to escape, but the green-faced ghost caught him in the air. The magistrate was caught in his hand like a chicken, and he smashed the chair with all his strength. His fat body was too fleshy to bear such force, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose! He is worthy of being a county magistrate. He shouted, "I was wrong. All this money will be returned to the people. I don't dare to do it anymore. I don't deserve to be the magistrate of Zichuan County. I am writing to the court to apply for retirement." Return home!”

The green-faced ghost pulled out a trace of gray smoke from the eyebrows of the master and the county magistrate with his hands, and said: "I will watch what you do!"

boom!

With a loud bang, the door closed automatically.

The master fell from the wall, holding his thighs and crying like a wolf. The county magistrate's mouth and nose were still bleeding, and his internal organs felt as if they were not his own. The green-faced ghost who was talking just now had disappeared. If it weren't for the blood, silver, copper coins, cut table, and clear pain all over the floor, both of them would have thought they were having a nightmare.

The next day, the people of Zichuan couldn't believe their eyes.

The money that was taken away yesterday was returned from door to door today. Even the county magistrate, who was rarely seen on weekdays, actually followed the police and smiled at everyone, as if everyone was his father.

Chen Chu was not satisfied with this result. From top to bottom, the county magistrate, master, and the police officers all had their souls stained with sin, and they were all people who deserved to go to hell!

He didn't take action to kill because he considered the safety of the people of Zichuan and couldn't be impatient. Who knows what the new arrivals might be. Besides, he had already extracted a trace of the souls of the people in the Yamen, so there were plenty of ways...

In the courtyard, Chen Chu put the silver in Old Man Fan's hand and said, "Mr. Fan, I may need to go away for a while. The rent of the house will remain as usual. I will come back to live there."