Zhang Wenfeng froze on the spot, in a state of shock as the sword pierced his body, and it took him a long time to regain his consciousness.
He has never had a terrifying experience so close to death. The brilliant white sword light was as wide as a stream, and his head and face were covered with slaps, which completely submerged him. The feeling of being suffocated to the point of non-existence was far worse than when he was wandering around in the underworld before the soul passed through. The experience was much more exciting.
Unforgettable and deep into the bones are not enough to describe it.
Damn it, he almost missed the ball!
If he hadn't shouted in time and broken the barrier between reality and non-reality, he felt that his skin would peel off unless he died.
The momentum of that sword made him forget that Mo Ye existed, let alone call Mo Ye's name.
He was still sitting in the softly lit, empty bronze hall, with a fat man sitting on the chair on the left looking him up and down.
Zhang Wenfeng was also looking carefully at the fat man in red robe. This man's aura was not that of Judge Cui before. Although his skin and appearance were exactly the same, the man in front of him looked at him with a cold and inhuman expression, full of hostility, malice, curiosity, and inquisitiveness.
"Who are you?"
"Taoist monk Zhang Kedao."
"Where did the 'God Scroll' aura come from on your body?"
The fat man spoke coldly and narrowed his eyes with a strong sense of scrutiny.
Divine scroll? This was the second time Zhang Wenfeng heard this word. A few days ago, Mo Ye asked him to absorb the wood crystal stone given by the land government. His Qihai Yuanqi tree inexplicably appeared a faint golden color, and Mo Ye asked him to read " For books on "Sacred Scrolls", you have to look at books from at least two thousand years ago.
He suddenly understood that this fat man who couldn't remember who he was was related to the witch cultivator.
"I have interacted with two mountain gods and the land."
Zhang Wenfeng took out an earth crystal stone from the storage space, and the incense money left to him by Zhong Wenyong. Even if the incense money was useless, there should still be a trace of the special aura left by the mountain god, which could be used as a token.
The fat man in red robe took the two items and examined them carefully for a moment, then put them to his nose and sniffed.
He didn't remember who he was, but instinctively recognized the different secrets left by the mountain gods and the land. He nodded slightly, with a soft expression, and returned the things to Zhang Wenfeng, saying: "I passed this test, you can take over as the judge of Zhenhun Hall. .”
Do you say this as if he is willing to be a judge?
Zhang Wenfeng said cautiously: "I have other important affairs in the human world, and I may not be qualified to be the judge of Soul Zhen Palace."
The fat man's eyes narrowed dangerously again, and he said coldly: "Do you want to break your promise?"
Encountering such a strong and unreasonable fat guy, Zhang Wen was in the limelight.
He never promised from the beginning to the end, so how could he break his promise?
He would definitely not be able to beat him. There is more than one fat man like this here, at least a pair. He thought for a while and asked tentatively: "You have to volunteer for the position of judge of Soul Zhen Palace, right? Otherwise, if trouble occurs in the future, who is responsible?"
Another fat man in red robe walked out from the air. He smiled before saying anything, and had a friendly aura. He hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "Mr. Zhang is right. The position of judge of Zhenhun Hall must be taken voluntarily. It cannot be forced."
Zhang Wenfeng stood up, clasped his fists and said, "I've seen Judge Cui!"
"Mr. Zhang, you're welcome."
Judge Cui returned the gift and extended his hand to signal. A seat appeared in the open space. After sitting down, he said: "Back then, the Taoist cultivator and the old shaman cultivator reached an agreement, saying that in five hundred years someone will come with a token to succeed the judge. Mr. Zhang, you are indeed our always The candidate waiting.”
Zhang Wenfeng sat between two identical fat men, wanting to hear Judge Cui's reasons to persuade him.
As long as he has the conditions to voluntarily serve as a judge, he still has room for maneuver.
Don't be so passive that you can do nothing.
"You have the Yin Weapon Talisman and the Divine Scroll Aura. That's right. I also have a token they left for you. I said that after you read it, you will agree to be the judge."
Judge Cui reached out and grabbed it in the air, and a small bronze fish pattern talisman appeared in his hand. He smiled and said: "You enter a little bit of Yuan Qi, and then use your spiritual sense to check it. This is the 'green slip', which records some things from that year. "
Zhang Wenfeng had seen the terms "jade slips" and "fa slips" in the classics, which are a means for advanced practitioners to use their spiritual consciousness to leave information records on spiritual jade or magic weapons. He received the bronze fish pattern talisman. I checked it first. It was a Taoist treasure. There was no messy aura. I tried to input a little Yuan Qi. The fish pattern on the talisman seemed to come alive and slowly emitted light, waiting to be checked with my spiritual consciousness.
The fat man on the right suddenly frowned and asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you know who I am?"
Zhang Wenfeng was stunned. This was such a strange question. How could he know?
Judge Cui scolded: "Jin Yu, what do you mean, you are deliberately causing trouble, right? Mr. Zhang is new here, how can he recognize who you are, an old ghost from more than five hundred years ago?"
The fat man named Jin Yu was scolded and became speechless. He held his head and thought hard about who he was.
"Mr. Zhang, please ignore him. Let's do business."
Judge Cui put on a smile and said.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't say anything. When he touched the fish pattern flowing on the talisman with his spiritual consciousness, he was immediately unable to move and his body shone brightly. He immediately realized that he had been tricked by Judge Cui, a smiling tiger.
Two fat men, one pretending to be a fool and the other pretending to be a good person, teamed up to make him the inexplicable judge.
The bronze fish-pattern talisman in his hand is a token that controls the entire soul-suppressing hall. He is currently refining this talisman, and the energy in his body is continuously pouring into the talisman passively.
"Haha, it's done. Congratulations to Mr. Zhang for taking over as the judge of the Soul-Suppressing Hall!"
Judge Cui danced with joy, beaming with joy, and handed over his hand to Judge Zhang who was freshly baked and could not even say a word.
The other Jin Yu glanced at his successor and said, "I can finally leave this ghost place and go to the 'Road to Heaven'... Who am I?"
"Let's go, let's stop nagging, fat man. Let's hurry up. We only have three days on the road, and the distance is not close."
Judge Cui's red robe, which represented official power, quickly faded into dark black. After leaving office, he was light-weight and full of energy. He pulled his red robe into a blue golden prison and walked together towards the dark door. I am so high-spirited and so unhappy.
Zhang Wenfeng could only look askance at the two fat men swaggering away. He silently called "Mo Ye" in his heart. He was still too young to play with an old ghost who had been hundreds of years old.
However, to his disappointment, Mo Ye did not appear in the Soul Soul Hall as he expected, without any response.
It is a foregone conclusion that he will succeed the judge of Zhenhun Palace.
The two fat men who had just stepped out of the threshold were suddenly attacked at the same time. "Dongdongdong!" The two screamed and staggered back a few steps. They fell to the bronze ground with a thud. Black energy overflowed from their seven orifices, and a large empty hole appeared in their chests. .
Their bodies shrunk rapidly as black air gurgled out from the wounds on their chests.
"Why... why did you lie to us... for five hundred years?"
Judge Cui's cultivation was so suppressed that it was impossible to even explode. His vitality was quickly passing away, and his eyes were full of hatred. Unfortunately, he understood too late. After leaving office, he would die when he walked out of the bronze gate.
The cruelty of having his hope extinguished made Judge Cui filled with hatred and heartbroken.
Jin Yu lay on the ground and whispered: "Who am I? Who am I..."
The question seemed to be of great importance to him.
Asking for something but not getting it is worse than death.
In just half a word, Zhang Wenfeng watched the two fat men on the ground turn into black energy and disappear, leaving even their robes behind. He felt the same sadness in his heart, because he was deceived by two fat men into becoming the successor judge. How could he escape? It's a big trouble. He can't be a judge underground for five hundred years without seeing the light of day.
What a vicious plan, and it is too scary to know that a five-hundred-year-old guy has done it after extrapolation.
Or maybe the two fat men were acting together, and what they said and did, such as the "Yin Weapon Talisman" and the "Sacred Scroll" aura token, were all ploys to deceive him and put him in the real battlefield of more than five hundred years ago. Feelings are all part of it.
All the truth can only be understood when he truly becomes the judge of this palace.
But then he still needs the truth.
He was harmed miserably by two dead fat men!
Only Zhang Wenfeng was left sitting on the chair in the bronze hall. When the two fat men disappeared, all other objects disappeared. The hall was dead silent, and not a single kid dared to show his head.
"Mo Ye, Mo Ye, stop making trouble and come out quickly... If you don't come out, I will scold you!"
Zhang Wenfeng couldn't move and could only repeat it silently in his heart.
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