A Weird Theater That Started In London

"That's... Judge's Palace?"

Wang Shilang of the Ministry of Rites was speechless. He had just stepped into the Chenghuang Temple when he saw this scene, and he was extremely frightened, and at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder.

It has only been ten years since the incense was cut off, and a side hall collapsed suddenly. What would the gods think?

How much oil and water did those guys from the Ministry of Industry make? !

Especially at this juncture, it is really a longevity star who hangs himself, and his life is too long.

If the gods are angry because of this, and no longer protect the people of Jinling, what should they do?

Not only Wang Shilang thinks so, but many officials are looking at their colleagues in the Ministry of Industry with a scrutiny.

The godson guarding the **** even snorted coldly, flung his sleeve robe, and stood beside him, posing ashamed of being in their company.

In this situation, the minister of the Ministry of Industry blushed and wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start, but he swore that although he had embezzled a lot of money in the past few decades as an official, he really did not reach out to the Lord of the City God. .

At the beginning, the annual funding for repairs not only allocated skilled craftsmen, but also selected high-quality nanmu, as well as golden bricks that were baked after several months with wheat firewood, flake firewood, and pine firewood!

It is well known that this material was also used when the Forbidden City was built.

How did it collapse after only ten years? shouldn't be...

"Ugh."

In the end, the explanation that was held in his mouth turned into a sigh, and Li Shilang of the Ministry of Industry gave up the explanation. He believed that King Ming Ling had his own decision in his heart.

And the little official who just joined the staff department and has not made a few years of oil and water secretly screamed injustice in his heart. Not only will he be blamed by his colleagues, but he must also accuse the gods enshrined in the temple, especially the judge, and pray that their adults will not remember it. Little man too.

"The Hall of Judges is not caused by manpower. It was accidentally injured by the Yin Si when he subdued the demon. Therefore, there is no need to argue. We will still represent the court and go to pay homage to the gods of the Yin Si."

Lu Xu spoke lightly.

In an instant, the screeching sound was suppressed, making everyone in the Ministry of Works breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Shilang bowed his hands: "No matter what, after the ceremony is over, this official will personally lead people to repair the Temple of the City God and restore it to new condition."

From the beginning to the end, he never questioned the authenticity of Henan Hou's words. Instead, he became more and more determined to befriend the Lu family—

Even the inside story of the collapse of the Hall of Judges knew that his immortal son was still connected with the Yin Si.

Yes, the greedy wolf Dao Xingjun is in charge of life and death.

According to folk customs, if a ghost complains of grievances on the Christmas Day of the Nine Emperor Gods of the Big Dipper, they will receive a letter of amnesty, which can be used to ask Taishan Prefecture for an explanation.

As his mind turned around, Lu Li's image in Jinling Wenwu's eyes became more mysterious and revered.

Inside the hall.

The show has officially started.

Ghost City God brought a group of evil ghosts whose acting skills had been greatly tempered, and knelt on the ground one by one.

After the Mingling King Gaoju Kung-an, on the left stood the terrifying horse-faced general.

Under the koan, there are several ghosts standing on the left and right sides, their expressions are indifferent, and they show majesty from the inside out.

It is a pity that the civil and military judges have not returned to their positions. Otherwise, there is no need to use the ecstasy of the horse-faced general to fill the scene, and even the bull's head has not been assembled, and the right side is empty.

Snapped!

As soon as the civil and military officials approached the main hall, they heard the voice of gavel, and those who were timid and who had ghosts in their hearts instantly fell to the ground with weak legs.

Could it be that King Ming Ling was angry and wanted to scold us?

The people were apprehensive.

Only a few officials who were a little more daring and behaved in an upright manner secretly raised their eyes and looked in, exclaiming: "Look, Lord Chenghuang is trying to judge the ghost who made trouble last night!"

Hundreds of sights cast their gazes in unison.

The subordinate officials who stayed behind, and the people who came to hear the news did not dare to make trouble, but it did not prevent them from listening to the sound.

In order to achieve the best effect of the program, King Ming Ling's clone deliberately amplified the sound in the hall, so that the effect of appearing in front of people is better.

"Who is in the hall!"

In an instant, it was like Bao Qingtian possessed a body.

The Ghost City God and the younger brother also cooperated very well, kowtowing like garlic. Although they didn't say their surname or name, they didn't talk about what they did, but they kept calling Mingling King for mercy, crying for father and mother.

Anyway, just one purpose:

With his own fierce name and the unbearable reaction at the moment, he sets off the authority of the Yin Si.

But the audience in the hall didn't know that they saw the powerful ghosts last night, all of them panicked like bereaved dogs. Sculpting a golden body, worshipping devoutly day and night.

"Crack! Someone, put it in a frying pan for me!"

One thing to say, when King Ming Ling's clone shouted these words, Lu Li felt a little embarrassed.

But there is no way, the common people and even the officials who gather outside eat this one.

For a time, the sound of ghosts and wolf howls resounded through the sky, not to mention the whole city could hear it, at least it covered most of the city.

The ghosts howled sincerely.

Ghost City God thinks it's just so, but its superb acting skills make up for everything.

"This evil ghost... was the most ferocious last night, because it scared my father into unconsciousness."

The voice of the heir of Duke Wei's line was trembling.

Among the people outside the hall, only Lu Xu remained calm, looking at his son in a dragon robe, his heart filled with relief, and whispered, "This is my horse of a thousand miles."

Someone's ears were sharp, and when they heard this, they were horrified.

First of all, the ghost messenger in the hall could not be the immortal son of the Marquis of Henan, and the horse-faced ecstasy made his appearance inhuman, and it must not be, so there is only King Mingling sitting on the koan.

On closer inspection, this **** is indeed somewhat similar to Lu Xu's eyebrows.

Gradually, the horrific ghost howls in the hall gradually disappeared, because, under the watchful eyes of the officials of Jinling, they submerged into the giant oil pan with a radius of 100 meters.

"Be stubborn, you won't confess to death."

King Mingling slapped the table and shouted:

"Horse face!"

"exist."

The ecstasy knelt down on one knee and bowed to the order.

"Send this group of guys into the eighteenth floor of the small hell, and after the sins are washed away, they will be sent to reincarnation."

The words fell, and the giant oil pan disappeared.

The Specter Ghosts who had been bombed to the point of being left in plain sight, reappeared and knelt down and begged for mercy.

As the saying goes, the king of **** told you to die at the third watch, who would dare to keep someone at the fifth watch, and the evil ghost who angered King Mingling explained what it is called by his own experience:

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"Wait, why are you here?"

Sound like thunder.

When everyone's souls were lost, King Ming Ling suddenly raised his eyes, looking like a real line of sight through Mian Hao, looking at the civil and military officials waiting outside the hall.

The emperor of this dynasty didn't have such majesty, did he?

Many officials invariably compared King Ming Ling with the Son of Heaven, and instantly came to the conclusion:

The Son of Heaven is far inferior to King Ming Ling!

The former ruled the country in a smoky state, and committed crimes everywhere, as if he was a king of subjugation.

The latter is full of majesty and has great magic power.

Why not support the son of the Lu family as the emperor?

The nobles and ministers who had been next to Lu Xu and heard his whispers had an arrogant thought in their hearts, and the more they thought about it, the more feasible it became.