A Weird Theater That Started In London

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When the water is clear, there will be no fish, and when the human being is perfect, there will be no disciples.

Duke is very clear about this truth. As long as he has not had a life lawsuit before or caused public resentment, he is also willing to back down and give this group of worms a chance to make a difference.

"Get up."

"Tonight at the latest, this officer wants to see the money."

The situation has evolved to such an extent that it seems too low-level and degrading to say anything threatening.

I saw the master slammed his head three times on the ground, and then got up and assured: "Sir, please rest assured, the more I thought about it just now, the more I regretted it. In order to completely cleanse my sins, I decided to donate all of my net worth."

"Only four or five houses are left in the mansion, and the rest of the buildings are all ripped up and used for repairing the Temple of the City God."

Not far away, the big and small officials of Jinhua Mansion twitched their eyes and cursed in their hearts:

See the wind and the rudder of the dog thing!

Being so cruel to yourself, the whole family tightened their belts and went to drink the northwest wind?

So what should I do? !

Of course, scolding in their hearts, in order to express their loyalty and sincere repentance, they scrambled to shout: "Master Fu Zun, the lower official has decided to donate fifty taels of gold to the statue of the **** in the temple, and then donate refined food. One hundred shi, and two hundred shi of coarse grain, for rations."

"My lord, my lord, the lower official donated all the food in the family, and then smashed half of the house to add bricks and tiles to the Temple of the City God."

With Master, the ultimate licking dog in front, the other officials also licked one by one, and even Chu Kuai, who barely ate Lumi in the imperial court, said that he would rip up his house.

Not only did the people in the city open their eyes, but Lu Li, who was sitting in the palace while sipping tea and watching the excitement, couldn't help but imagine:

If a noble family like Jinling City was like this, it would be great if they competed to be licking dogs?

Where can I use such calculations.

"Master, the lower official is so confused, he almost forgot one thing." The master saw that everyone was so enthusiastic, for fear of being compared, and said: "These days, too many people can't eat, what's the use of wearing gold and silver in the cheap? All the common things are donated.”

"And there are thousands of mansions and mansions, and the world's poor people are all happy."

"Influenced by the adult's wiseness, martial arts, integrity, and integrity, Xiaguan suddenly remembered Du Gong's poems, and the sages and sages he read in the past almost fed the dog."

"Since then, I have moved to the alleys, dismissed the servants, and let more people eat."

Looking at the master who looked more and more like a dog in front of him, Duke finally felt a wave in his heart, and he felt too numb.

Everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, what kind of Liao Zhai are you playing?

Moving into a mean street, Thaksin.

Dismiss the servants, he does not believe.

As for those words in front of me, I can listen to them at most for eight points. I'm used to a good life. Let this guy and his wife go to eat wofutou made of coarse grains and drink cold water. If they say it, even a three-year-old child will not believe it!

However, the master will definitely bleed a lot, from the former landlord and gentry to the rich peasant class.

Thinking of this, Duke didn't want to shake his face. Facing the mean smile, he nodded and said warmly, "Master has a heart."

Then, he looked at the officials and gentry standing in the front row, and recognized his attitude:

"Since you are so enthusiastic, let's expand the Temple of the City God. Ordinary people can contribute to get wages."

"This is also the first decree issued by this official since he took office: Relief for Work."

"What the lord said is good."

The master consciously left the liquidation list, became active, and flattered: "It is the responsibility of those of us who are earning money to build the Temple of the City God, and the people of the government also need to serve corvée for this."

"Now, Master Fu Zun not only exempts the people from corvée, but also gives them money and food. It's really a great and compassionate Buddha who came down to earth... In my opinion, a monument must be erected in the temple to show your kindness to future generations."

Duke was helpless.

According to his observations over the years, behind each villain, there may be no beautiful women, but there must be a **** who is observant and flattering.

Even if he has the intention to drive him away now, he can't handle it. After all, he is a new official. In the past, he only served as a military attache in the military barracks. road people.

And the master is one of them.

In desperation, Duke endured and acquiesced to the rainbow fart from the dog-headed master.

Below, the people actually felt that this was the truth. Building the Temple of the City God was originally a corvée that was allocated to everyone, and they had to do it if they didn’t give money.

In the past few decades, when encountering such things, it was the lords and gentry who gave the money and took them to donate the money. After the money arrived, the money of the lords and nobles was returned in full, and the hard-earned money of the common people was divided into three or seven accounts.

But today, the prefect has told the wealthy households and gentry in the city to give out all the money, so that the common people can make money and receive food, which has many benefits.

Really Buddha reincarnated.

For a time, the voice of Long Live filled the city.

Frankly speaking, Duke couldn't be cured, and after he eased his efforts, he felt more and more sad.

The previous world sympathized with the low-level workers of the Victorian era, but now they find that in this world where demons are rampant and order is gradually collapsing, their compatriots are living even more miserably.

Demon, kill it!

The greedy and mediocre dog official should be killed!

"Humanity and luck have begun to condense."

The horse-faced ecstasy whispered.

In the palace, Lu Li felt that he had been taught a lesson by his brothers. Jinling nobles and officials really needed to win over, but they should never forget the people at the bottom. It was only one person who could save one person, and the whole family would be saved if one person was saved.

Only one scholar named Shen was saved last night, so he went to the prison to visit his father-in-law. How many people were saved?

When Lu Li blamed himself, all the demonic clouds and evil spirits shrouded in the sky of Jinhua Mansion dissipated, and they were replaced by pale red, which is the fate of humanity.

The green qi, which symbolizes official luck, the purple qi, which represents honor and the royal family, and the five-color qi of the emperor are all born from this.

"Everyone, pack your things and get ready to start work."

"By the way, first go to the master to register and make a book, and pay wages at night, and pay them in full."

Hearing this, Master Zhang couldn't help straightening his back.

This is the first serious errand that Master Fu Zun has given him. It must be done beautifully and without compromise. At the same time, he warns himself that he must curb his greed in the future.

If you want to slander evil, then think about righteousness in order to exorcise evil.

He is acting out of order.

The prefect of the prefect is a first-class and honest official in the world. If his subordinates are lazy and fish, and change the law to make things difficult for the people, the fate of the people can be imagined.

At the same time, Duke looked at the officials who couldn't afford to kneel and said with a clear attitude: "You don't want to do everything you promised, but you have to complete seven or eight out of ten."

"In the past, you could let go of the past, and in the future, if you dare to be rich and unkind, use power to oppress people, and do perverse acts, I will ask you to see if the sword in the hands of this official is sharp."

"Get up, get the money, grain and materials together as soon as possible. If the construction can start in half an hour, that's the best."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of kneeling for too long, no matter how old or young, they couldn't bear it, so they stood up with each other's arms.

One of the old men with the highest rank, tremblingly, cupped his hands and said, "In less than half an hour, at most two quarters of an hour, the money and rations and craftsmen from the lower official's house will be delivered, and they will be driven by the lord."

If he hadn't inquired ahead of time and knew that this sensible old man who couldn't stand still had taken two concubines two days ago, Duke would have been really moved.

"Ok."

After squeezing a syllable out of his mouth, Duke didn't bother to bother, and waved his hand to signal everyone to go back and prepare.

the other side.

Seeing that the show was halfway through and entered the intermission, Lu Li took a sip of herbal tea and began to deal with his own affairs.

"Take me to prison and see."

"Yes."

The horse-faced general nodded, waved his giant palm gently, and a passage appeared in the hall.

At the end of the line of sight, the oil pan was boiling, and there were screams of ghosts and gods.

"Because there are not enough manpower, the lower official can only reluctantly run the oil pan **** to punish these ghosts."

"When this matter is over, you can go out and collect ghosts. Recently, Wucheng Soldiers and Ma Si have killed many brothers. I can't say that all of them are brave and not afraid of death, but they absolutely obey the rules."

After watching the performance of the old brother Duke, Lu Chen was touched and ordered to General Ma Mian:

"About five or six hundred people, you take them to temporarily set up a division to be responsible for patrolling the city at night, arresting demons, ghosts, detainees, trials, and sending them to reincarnation, etc., and let them go for a while, and wait for Miaozhu to take office after his death. , after taking over the prison department, let him take over."

The old man received the divine seal, but he still had a few days left to live. I am afraid that he was explaining the funeral to the family at this time and was worrying about his own funeral.

Lu Li felt that there was no need to disturb him. After all, he would have to work for the Yin Division for hundreds of thousands of years after his death.

"Yes."

Too dull.

Looking at the horse-faced general who was leading the way, Lu Li actually thought of the black-maned horse. This guy's words are true, and sometimes his words are more second-hand, but they don't make people feel cold.

dong dong dong...

Only the sound of footsteps echoed in the ghost prison.

"There are not many evil ghosts in custody right now, and the breath is not evil."

The long road is long, and General Ma Mian seems to be able to read people's hearts, and suddenly takes the initiative to introduce the characteristics of Yinsi's customs.

"In the past, the howls were endless, hitting the soul directly, not to mention ordinary people, even Taoist priests and monks who have not yet reached home, they will be hit hard when they come here. Good luck is just a serious illness, bad luck is on the spot. I went to the City God to report."

"Oh? Can you tell me more about the previous Ming Ling King?" Lu Li became interested.

The horse-faced general was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"I didn't hide it on purpose. I am one with your mount. I also know what it knows, and I also don't know what it has not involved."

"About what happened to the Yin Si here, it was only after refining the Divine Seal that Blessed Soul gradually came to know that the black-maned horse who went out to find the ox-headed soul enchanter now also has this memory."

"Regarding the matter of the previous yin division and even the underworld, the only people I know of insider are the local temple worshippers and the master of Montenegro who steals from the city of death."

Happy White.

After a little bit of loss, Lu Li returned to normal. If everything goes according to plan, what else would he experience?

Moreover, through the conversation of General Ma Mian, Lu Li further understood the changes of the living beings in the world after they became the gods of the Yin Division, and muttered:

"It's better to refine the Mingling King Seal before visiting Mr. Tiantai..."

Originally, he planned to ask the Great Confucianism to confirm that this method is safe, and then decide whether to refine it.

But this approach seems too unassertive. Let’s not talk about whether the great Confucian knows the answer. Judging from Duke’s performance just now, it is obvious that he wants to confer a god.

Block someone else?

He, the prefect who came down by air, is not familiar with the place in life, and no one needs to take care of him, so he must leave the opportunity to himself.

The Jinhua Mansion City God, ranked second in the world, was titled "Jiancha Simin City God Wei Ling Gong", far less honorable than Wang Jue, not to mention Ming Ling Wang, the world's first city God.

In terms of returning ten thousand, once you choose a priesthood, you cannot change it, and you are the most profitable one.

And every traverser has an indelible pride. If they don't see the opportunity for promotion, they will definitely not make a choice rashly.

"Your Highness, I suggest that you refine the Divine Seal first and let King Mingling return to his place."

The horse-faced soul enchantress has all the memories of the black-maned horse, communicates with him, and vaguely knows Lu Li's ambition, so he reminds: "This will help you a lot in the next plan, and there is a avatar with monstrous power, which can save money. Many times, the original headaches are also solved."

As it said, there is a Mingling King clone guarding Jinling, and his deity can go directly to Qingliang Mountain to meet the mysterious great Confucian named Tiantai, save more time and become more calm.

"it is good."

Lu Li spoke solemnly, but smiled secretly in his heart:

After people let go, why does their thinking become rigid? Why bother Daotong Hanyu to take care of his father-in-law, trouble his younger brother to take care of Qingfeng, and immediately become a god, and everything will be solved naturally.

"It's good to have a certain number in your heart."

General Ma Mian paused, raised his hand to support Lu Li's shoulder, and said, "Evil ghosts are all tortured in the Oil Pot Hell, don't resist, come with me."

After the words fell, Lu Li followed it and took a half-step, and the stars shifted in front of him. In an instant, a heat wave hit.

Crackling!

The sound of frying was intertwined with wailing.

Li Gui, who pretended to be a ghost, responded sincerely, crying for his father and mother in the disaster.

Lu Li believes that if you give them a new comeback, this group of guys will definitely act like ghosts.

Only the ghost town **** is at ease.

Since it didn't notice anyone visiting, it found a secluded corner in the iron pot that covered several miles. Like taking a bath, it leaned its arms against the wall of the pot, raised its head, and faced the rocks, The sky made up of flames squinted in a daze.

Even if it's not clear whether this guy is thinking about ghosts or taking a nap, Lu Li can be sure that this guy is very comfortable and looks like a coal boss in a sauna.

His eyes turned to the horse-faced general.

"Your honor..."

With a sigh-like answer, Ghost City God woke up like a dream, lowered his head and saw Lu Li, as well as the horse-faced spirit enchantress with a height of 20 feet, and hurriedly wailed.

In an instant, the howls of dozens of ghosts in the entire small **** were suppressed, the listeners were sad, and the listeners wept, as if the scene Lu Li just saw was an illusion, and the ghost city God was indeed suffering greatly.

"Your Excellency." Ma Mian continued to be interrupted suddenly, and explained helplessly: "Xiaguan is a ghost, and he is not responsible for the punishment.

"And this old ghost is easy to serve a hundred years in prison before the Yin Si is abandoned..."

Got it, old fritters.

I have seen higher and more violent oil temperature, and I have also experienced packages such as Iceberg Hell and Tongue Pulling Hell countless times. It is normal to dislike this battle!

Lu Li stood up in the air, jumped on the edge of the cauldron, and watched Ghost City God give off a self-righteous but dangerous smile.

At first, Ghost City God pretended not to notice, indulging in false endless pain, unable to extricate himself.

But as time went on, Lu Li's smile became more and more brilliant, and he gradually stopped howling, leaving the performance opportunity to those fake ghosts. Although these little ghosts didn't shout so loudly, they were better than showing their true feelings.

Just in response to that sentence, only after the tide receded did I know who was swimming naked.

"The acting is good, even I am ashamed of myself."

There was no modesty in Lu Li's words.

He has performed many segments of his life, and he thinks that his acting skills are excellent, and he acts like what he does.

However, the howling like a ghost city **** is so heart-wrenching, and the sound resounds throughout the small hell, Lu Li absolutely can't do it, and it's even more impossible to be so desolate—

There's no drama in it, it's all emotion.

"Master, you are joking."

The Ghost City God raised his head awkwardly, and he didn't know what to do next, neither laughing nor crying, his expression was particularly wonderful.

"Come out and talk."

"You are of great use tonight."

Hearing this, Ghost City God felt a little relieved, and crawled out of the oil pan, like a woman from a good family surrounded by two burly men.

The scene is very strange.

"You don't have to be restrained. Seeing that you are an old actor, I am more at ease now."

With that said, Lu Li floated up into the air.

Guichenghuang didn't know why, so he lowered his body subconsciously, and panicked again in his heart.

However, Lu Li just patted the guy on the shoulder and whispered a few words.

Take the little ghosts under your command to scare the dignitaries?

This this…

"Why, don't you want to?"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lu Li raised his brows.

"Yes, yes! The little ghost likes to watch his words since he was a child, and he is an old actor, yes, an old actor."

In fact, Ghost City God doesn't know what the word means, but his survival instinct tells him that only by saying this can he have a good life.

And just now, Lu Li revealed his true form.

An azure-colored wolf, with a murderous aura, has not even taken a solid form, and the Ghost City God just glanced in a trance, and felt that all limbs and bones had self-consciousness, and they wanted to flee in all directions—

This is the harbinger of disillusionment.

"Tonight, you are the protagonist."

"I and Ma Mian are supporting roles."

"Do you have the confidence to put on a good show?"

The more kind Lu Li behaved, the more trembling the Ghost City God felt. He was afraid that the Sirius would appear again and swallowed himself as a snack.

"Ok?"

"Have…"

"Speak louder, I can't hear you."

"Have!"

"Okay, very imposing, don't let me down, take the kid to rehearse, if you wear it..."

"Absolutely not!"

In the end, watching Lu Li go away, the ghost town **** who left the little **** of the oil pan thumped and jumped into the depths of the still warm oil pan.

It wants to be quiet.

But the chatter of the little ghosts came from outside the frying pan, making the ghosts extremely irritable.

How to get these idiots to be smart and not show their feet when acting at night?

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