Feast of 749

..thank you for taking me seriously...giving me a chance to live, how could I not cherish it" She laughed and threw the box onto the bed.The fire grew increasingly larger, reaching the body of Old Mrs...Jiang Qiyun pulled me out of Banshan Pavilion. Seeing that I was covering my face and trying not to laugh, he asked, "What are you laughing at"

"I was imagining what kind of expression Bai Wu Chang would have when he received your order. Would he be standing by your desk with a resentful look, stamping things" I said, trying hard to stifle a laugh.

Jiang Qiyun narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered, "Do you think everyone is as foolish as you, doing whatever they're told"

I pouted. What Of course I'll do my best to help you, with all my heart and soul! No problem!

"Come on, it's rare that I'm in the mood today, let me take you for a walk." A barely perceptible smirk flashed across his eyes.

I told you so, Your Majesty the Emperor looks like a celestial being with an ethereal aura, untouched by worldly affairs. But in reality

Cut it open, and there's nothing but black inside!

True villainy doesn't show on the surface.

He took me to the underworld, muttering incantations to weave several layers of barriers around us. Then he simply carried me and flew straight to the roof of the Heavenly Emperor's Hall.

My God... I'm a little afraid of heights, this roof is so high! There's nowhere to hold on, I feel dizzy just standing here.

Fortunately, in just an instant, Jiang Qiyun took me through the gate and into the room.

This is still my first time seeing the Pluto Emperor Palace from this angle.

This is the most solemn and awe-inspiring building in Mount Preta, towering and imposing, cold and austere....

Well, it's... grimly solemn, I suppose—if you ignore Bai WuChang.

Now Bai Wu Chang is downstairs.

I sat on a beam that was about three stories high, clutching the arms of His Imperial Majesty tightly out of fear.

Jiang Qiyun crouched beside me, chuckling softly, "See, he's just so unserious."

I saw there were three steps leading up to the platform. The Emperor of the Underworld’s position was a very large, intricately carved auspicious cloud desk, I think it was even bigger than a bed.

The person in charge of the underworld naturally holds a high status, and their seat is also incredibly spacious.

But Jiang Qiyun was on leave today because it was his birthday, so the seat was empty. The substitute dared not sit there either.

Bai Wu Chang did not dare to sit, but he also didn't sit properly on the next level of the Dan Bi platform.

Next to his side, on either left and right, were two ordinary-sized writing desks. He “sat” behind one of them.

Her hands rested on the back of the chair, her legs casually draped over the armrest. Her white sleeves hung loosely, swaying gently.

"How come you're not working!" Baba Ye was so angry his face turned even darker (it was already dark).

"Isn't this work" Bai WuChang gestured to a small ghost messenger holding a scroll with his finger.

The little demon attendant immediately brought it up.

He took the cards one by one, looked at each of them, and then placed them on the table without stamping any of them.

And he almost glanced through them, anyway, they had all been thoroughly examined by officials at all levels below. He just looked to see if the procedures were complete, after looking, he threw it aside and said: "No problem, put Lord Emperor's case on the table first."

"My Lord Emperor, you will be offered sacrifices today. You won't be returning." The Eighth Master reminded him, "Today's affairs should be finished today. If we miss the reincarnation time of all beings, it will be a grave transgression!"

Bai Wu Chang tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said: "I'll go find Little Madam to play with later."

I...

This scoundrel! He's just thinking about bullying me! If he comes to me for work, I definitely can't refuse - I can't say no to him!

Jiang Qiyun chuckled lightly.

Heh heh, got caught by the leader, huh

Bai Wuchang suddenly raised his head, his white pointed hat turning towards me.

He tilted his head back, his long eyelashes glancing our way.

My heart pounded in my chest. I whispered, “......Can the Seventh Lord see us”

Jiang Qiyun said calmly, "I can't see it, but perhaps I feel a slight difference in the aura."

"Bai Wuchang may look strange and eccentric, but he is actually very clear-headed. He's just temperamental and unconventional, but if he were a fool, how could he become the deity of the underworld revered by monks, Taoists, and commoners throughout history"

"So you often let him cover for you" I asked with a smile.

"So what Who let him wander off so often, no one knows where he goes to mess around. He's too lazy to cultivate and relies solely on the power of his human followers. He and Hei Wu Chang could live as long as heaven, so he's very idle," Jiang Qiyun said.

I nodded.

If you were to ask what the common people think of when they hear "the Underworld," it would probably be Black and White Wuchang (Grim Reapers) and Yama (King of Hell).

However, Yan Wang is a general concept and is neither a god's name nor a specific official position. The official positions are the Ten Halls of Hell Kings.

That is to say, there are ten Yama kings responsible for the specific punishment work, as well as officials of various sizes assisting them. The supreme leader in charge of the underworld affairs is the Emperor Fengdu Xuanqing, Northern Tai Emperor, and Great Heavenly Venerable who manages the transformation of all things.

I glanced at the willful Supreme Leader beside me: "What if Bai Wuchang hadn't issued the letter today and we missed the deadline"

Jiang Qiyun didn't say anything. He raised his hand and conjured a red palace lantern, throwing it down.

The red palace lantern, like a feather, floated and drifted in the air. Slowly, it drew the attention of the various minor deities bustling with business on the palace floor.

Suddenly, the entire Imperial Palace fell silent.

The grim-faced little imp, the blue-faced underworld official, and the judge with furrowed brows verifying lifespans, are rebuking Bai Wuchang, the eighth master...

One by one, they raised their heads to look at the flickering palace lamp descending from above.

A palace lantern drifted to Jiang Qiyun's long desk and settled down steadily, sitting silently yet undeniably in the center of the table.

The Ghost Officers and Minor Officials were stunned. Several judges and other officials exchanged knowing glances, smiling and nodding at each other.

— The great leader has come to inspect the work.

"Oh my~ Lord Di Jun is really something. Taking a rare day off, he's still worried about his duties, truly dedicated to his work, ah~ " Bai Wu Chang giggled, glancing back at us.

He's so shrewd, he must have figured something out.

Jiang Qiyun chuckled softly, pulling me up and saying, "Come on, he won't make a mistake."

No, Jiang Qiyun did not use the word "dare not". In his heart, he should be very trusting of Hei Bai Wu Chang, right

Since I'm already in the underworld, I don't want to leave so soon. I also want to see what a day in the Wasting Platform is like.

Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly: "I rarely cross the Yellow Springs, Mengpotai is all managed by the Mengpo God."

"...aren't they all just the underworld"

"There are a lot of women."

He's like the seventh grandpa, avoiding Meng Shu and the others.

Though Jiang Qiyun still took me there.

The Huangquan River and the Naihe Bridge.

Three Lives Stone, Bamboo Forest.

The majestic Forgetfulness Terrace stands by the Huangquan River, in front of the bitter bamboo grove.

Each path of the cursed technique leads from across the cliff to here.

Meng Shu, Meng Ge, Meng Yong... and many other little fairy maidens who were transformed by the Meng Po God are here to guide the endless stream of souls day and night.

Meng Shu was the one with the most explosive temper. Whenever a ghost dared to resist Meng Po's soup, she would kick them to the Ghost Messenger and force-feed them. With her sleeves rolled up, she looked like a formidable leader of a bandit gang.

"Hey, that... ghost... isn't it Mr. Zhao!"bustling with people and lit up like day with lanterns.But my heart was racing, and a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on my forehead.Yixiangyang's stall was already "deserted," occupied by another...