I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"We just happened to be there, or rather, we were lucky to run into a group of ghost kings holding a grand meeting," Qin Yao said with a smile.

"The Ghost King is holding a grand meeting?" Nezha asked in surprise.

Qin Yao nodded, about to explain, when a flash of light appeared on the ground in front of him, and a figure leaped out.

"Fellow Daoist, you are too slow."

"How did you get here so fast?" Taiyi Zhenren asked, his face full of shock.

"Speed ​​is key to victory," Qin Yao said with a smile.

Taiyi Zhenren narrowed his eyes: "Are you sure the ghosts and monsters you captured all have the cultivation of a Celestial Immortal?"

"Of course I'm sure," Qin Yao said.

Taiyi Zhenren paused slightly, then questioned, "I don't believe you. Take them out and let me see."

Qin Yao chuckled and flicked his sleeve, sending out ten streaks of light that landed on the ground and transformed into ten sinister figures wearing crowns and royal robes.

Taiyi Zhenren: "???"

These are... the Ten Kings of Fengdu?
Bodhi must be crazy!
"Where is this place, and who are you people?"

Among the ten kings, a black-faced ghost king frowned and asked.

At that time, the ten of them were discussing the establishment of the Ten Palaces of the Ghost King in Fengdu when suddenly everything went black and they were taken into a strange space.

Only then did they see the light of day again!
"This is Chen Tang Pass in the human world. My name is Bodhi, and I brought you all here," Qin Yao said with a smile.

The ten kings exchanged bewildered glances, and then it was the black-faced ghost king who asked, "Why did you bring us here?"

"When I was traveling in the underworld, I heard that you were going to establish the Ten Palaces of the Ghost King. I was moved and had some ideas, so I asked you all to come down to the mortal world to discuss them."

Qin Yao silently gave Taiyi Zhenren a wink, then spoke to the Ten Kings.

"What are you thinking?" All ten kings were shocked.

They didn't even realize someone was eavesdropping; this person's strength was probably no less than that of the Emperor of Fengdu!

Qin Yao said, "The ten courts should be integrated and work together, instead of being judged separately in different regions as is the case now."

For example, in the initial trial in the court, the Mirror of Retribution reflects good and evil, and according to the different levels of sin, the offenders are sent to different places.

The second to ninth halls are mainly responsible for punishments, and each can define its own scope of punishments.

If, after serving their sentence in the Ninth Court, their sins are absolved, they are sent to the Tenth Court of Reincarnation, where they drink Meng Po's soup and enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

If the sin cannot be eradicated, or the person cannot be reformed, then additional punishment shall be imposed.

These days, there are no eighteen levels of hell, let alone the ten kings of hell from the Journey to the West system.

Fengdu does have ten kings, namely the ten before us, who are ranked below the Fengdu Emperor, each ruling their own territory.

Normally, the eighteen levels of hell would only appear after Huang Feihu was bestowed the title of the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, and the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak would be the one in charge of them...

The ten kings of Fengdu looked at each other and all felt that the system was very constructive and feasible.

"May I ask, Your Excellency, was this a sudden inspiration, or had you been thinking about it for a while?" the Black-Faced Ghost King asked shortly.

Qin Yao said, "Naturally, it was a sudden inspiration. As the saying goes, 'If you are not in a position, you should not concern yourself with its affairs.' I am not an official of your Fengdu, so why would I care about your Fengdu system? To put it bluntly, this is just to establish a good relationship with you."

The Black-Faced Ghost King pondered for a moment, then asked, "Besides this, do you have any other suggestions?"

Qin Yao chuckled: "You really want me to tell you?"

The Black-Faced Ghost King said, "Of course."

"Okay, then I'll tell you."

Qin Yao said, "I feel that the title of the Ten Kings of Fengdu is not imposing enough. To be precise, it doesn't reflect the characteristics of each of you. How about giving them individual names? For example, the First King Qin Guang, the Second King Chu Jiang, the Third King Song Di..."

"Furthermore, your system of punishments is too outdated and not harsh enough. I suggest establishing eighteen levels of hell, dedicated to punishment. The first level is the Hell of Tongue Removal, for all those who, while alive, sow discord, slander, harm others, or are glib-tongued..."

"The Eighteenfold Hell of Saws and Knives: Those who cut corners, deceive their superiors, or engage in unfair trade will be sent to the Hell of Saws and Knives after death..."

Seeing his endless chatter, the Ten Kings of Fengdu were dumbfounded, as was the Taiyi Zhenren who had been watching from the sidelines.

What the hell?

Could such a complete system have been built from a single flash of inspiration?
You've probably pulled the trigger a bit too many times.

After a long while.

Aside from some sensitive points, such as the surveillance system, Qin Yao basically recounted the complete version of the underworld from later generations, leaving everyone present, including Nezha, completely dumbfounded.

So much so that when he felt it was about time and stopped talking, the entire courtyard was silent, and the Ten Kings were even more dumbfounded.

for a long time.

Nezha was the first to react, and said with a face full of admiration, "Master, you are amazing."

Taiyi Zhenren followed closely behind, but felt a chill run through his body, and his gambling fever cooled down at that moment.

This Bodhi is no ordinary immortal; he is either an ancient immortal or an ancient god, and he once held a high position, being well-versed in institutions and bureaucratic systems. Otherwise, he would never be able to utter a complete system so fluently.

After a while, the ten kings finally came to their senses from the extreme shock. They looked at each other, but they could all see the flames in each other's eyes.

This system is simply...

It's practically a perfect fit for the underworld—no, it's tailor-made for the underworld!

"Your Excellency, no, Your Majesty, please come with us to see the Emperor." The next moment, the Ten Kings bowed their heads and invited him sincerely.

"Don't go."

Qin Yao said, "If I wanted to stay in the underworld longer, I wouldn't have brought you to the mortal realm."

You should relay these ideas to the Emperor of Fengdu yourselves. He can adopt whichever he likes; that's none of my business.”

Left with no other choice, the ten kings thanked them and left.

They couldn't wait to tell the Emperor about these systems. If these ideas could be turned into reality, Fengdu would be able to firmly control the entire underworld!

"By the way, what about the ten demon immortals you captured?"

After watching the ten gods leave, Qin Yao suddenly raised his head and looked at Taiyi Zhenren.

Taiyi sighed softly, gazing at Nezha, who was beaming with joy, down the corridor, and said:

"There's no need to take them out... Considering how many magical treasures I've given you, could you honestly answer one question for me?"

"What's the problem?" Qin Yao asked in return.

"Who exactly are you?" Taiyi said, "Judging from your strength and behavior, you can't possibly be an unknown person."

Qin Yao laughed and said, "Is it possible that I didn't have this strength before? And now that I have this strength, you just happened to run into me."

Taiyi: "..."

Have my luck really gotten that bad?
"Still want to gamble?"

Qin Yao suddenly changed the subject and said, "You also have a whisk and a pagoda that you can use as stakes."

Taiyi shook his head: "Could you promise me that you won't reveal that these magical treasures were given to you by me? You can even say that I gave them to Nezha."

I don't want to become an important stepping stone on your road to fame, and every time someone mentions your past, they will repeatedly lash out at my dead body." Qin Yao said, "I can keep the bet a secret, but your explanation is definitely untenable."

"After all, he's not your personal disciple, how could you possibly give him so many magical treasures?"

Taiyi Zhenren said, "If all else fails, just say that you made these magic treasures. If you agree, I will stop bothering you without permission."

Qin Yao nodded slightly: "Alright, I agree. However, I think you really need to make a replica of these treasures, so that if someone asks you about them, you won't be unable to prove it."

Taiyi Zhenren: "..."

How can one word describe the heartache?
Leaving aside how Taiyi processed his emotions, a major event occurred in Chaoge City that day: Wen Zhong, the Grand Tutor of the Yin Shang Dynasty, who had been on a long expedition to the North Sea, finally returned to the capital in triumph after ten years of hard fighting. Scouts rushed to report this, galloping through the city and heading straight to the palace to inform the king.

Along the way, scouts kept shouting that Grand Tutor Beihai had won a great victory over Yuan Futong. In an instant, Chaoge City seemed to be on fire, and the atmosphere of the whole city changed dramatically, with cheers resounding throughout the streets and alleys.

Inside the Nine-Room Hall, after receiving the news, Prime Minister Shang Rong and Vice Prime Minister Bigan immediately went to the Shouxian Palace, hoping that King Zhou would lead all the officials to welcome him, as a sign of his affirmation and respect for Grand Tutor Wen.

Qin Yao categorically rejected this suggestion.

Welcoming Uncle Jiu within ten miles of the sacred realm is acceptable, but welcoming Wen Zhong is out of the question.

After all, at the beginning of the victory in the Battle of Beihai, Uncle Nine had contacted him via communicator, saying that he was concerned about his reputation and did not want to shamelessly claim Wen Zhong's ten years of military achievements and glory.

Therefore, although he could not separate from the other's body, his soul hibernated within the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus, allowing Wen Zhong's soul to regain control of the body...

For this reason, Qin Yao immediately ordered the prime minister and the vice prime minister to lead all the officials on horseback to welcome him, while he himself held court in the Nine-Room Hall to wait for Wen Zhong to come to his audience.

It is worth mentioning that Shen Gongbao disappeared while walking, and no one in the entire group except Jiang Ziya noticed this.

soon.

Upon hearing that the officials had arrived at the front, Wen Zhong, wearing a nine-cloud golden crown, a crimson silk robe, and sporting a long beard with three eyes, rode out of the central army on a black unicorn and addressed the two prime ministers on horseback in front of the officials: "Prime Minister and Vice Prime Minister, it has been many years since we last met. How have you been?"

Shang Rong smiled and said, "I'm fine."

Bi Gan said, "The Grand Tutor's spirit is as strong as ever; he truly deserves to be called the pillar of our Yin Shang Dynasty."

Wen Zhong was upright and incorruptible, and never liked flattery, even if the speaker was Bi Gan of the royal family: "There haven't been any major changes in the court, have there?"

Bi Gan was speechless for a moment.

How can the changes in the court be summarized in a single word?
It has to be labeled as "giant" at least.

"Why do you two remain silent?" Wen Zhong asked, frowning.

Shang Rong pursed her lips and said, "There have been some changes... The Grand Tutor will know in the future."

Wen Zhong disliked procrastination and said bluntly, "Why wait until later? It can't be explained in a few words, so let's say a few more."

The two ministers remained silent.

Wen Zhong's gaze narrowed slightly, then he swept his eyes across the assembled officials and pointed to a military general with phoenix eyes, silkworm eyebrows, wearing a vermilion court robe and sporting a long, flowing beard, saying, "Huang Feihu, you speak."

Huang Feihu's expression changed slightly, and he secretly sighed in despair, but he had no choice but to step forward and say:
"In short, three new government agencies were established in the court: the Censorate, which oversees all officials; the Grand Secretariat, which is responsible for drafting proposals; and the Embroidered Uniform Guard, which is authorized by the emperor."

"I can guess the meaning of 'supervising all officials' by imperial authority. What does this 'draft' mean?" Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes, feeling very uncomfortable.

It's not that I'm against change, it's just that people naturally have a resistance to the unknown.

Huang Feihu said, "After all the important national affairs are written into memorials and sent to the palace, the cabinet ministers will first review and discuss them, and then draft their opinions on paper with ink, attach them to the memorials, and then send them to Your Majesty. In this way, Your Majesty only needs to decide whether to approve or not."

Wen Zhong's expression suddenly turned serious.

He finally understood why the two prime ministers dared not speak. It was clear that the king was slacking off. To put it more seriously, he was indulging in pleasure and neglecting state affairs, showing the signs of a foolish ruler.

"Grand Tutor, Grand Tutor..." Suddenly, cries of anguish came from afar.

Wen Zhong glanced around and saw a group of old women and young wives gathered together, crying and wailing as they walked toward him.

Bi Gan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately said, "Huang Feihu, quickly drive them away, lest they offend the Grand Tutor."

"Wait a minute!"

Wen Zhong shouted, "Even Yuan Futong, leading the seventy-two lords of Beihai, couldn't get past me. How could a bunch of women and children possibly get past me?"

Bi Gan: "..."

At the same time, Shen Gongbao quietly returned to the crowd of officials. As soon as he stood still, his wrist was grabbed by a hand.

Slowly raising his eyes and looking up along his palm, Shen Gongbao immediately smiled and said, "Imperial Censor, is there something you need?"

Jiang Ziya suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "What do you intend to do?"

"What do you mean by this?" Shen Gongbao asked, puzzled.

“Don’t think I don’t know. You disappeared before the officials even left the city. And now you’ve reappeared just as these women and children have arrived,” Jiang Ziya said.

Shen Gongbao feigned ignorance: "You've mistaken me for someone else. I've been among the officials the whole time."

Jiang Ziya: "..."

"Greetings, Grand Tutor." A moment later, dozens of women and children came before Wen Zhong, weeping and kneeling down.

"Do you have a grievance to appeal?" Wen Zhong asked sternly.

An old woman, with tears in her eyes, said, "Grand Tutor is wise! We beg you, Grand Tutor, to do us justice."

"What happened? Tell me without hesitation," Wen Zhong said coldly.

The old woman sobbed and said, "My son served as a minor official in charge of tribute, working diligently and conscientiously to serve the king."

Unexpectedly, the Censorate, in conjunction with the Embroidered Uniform Guard, imprisoned him, tortured him to death, and even confiscated the wealth accumulated by my family over generations, which all went into their pockets.

Wen Zhong was taken aback.

He originally didn't have a deep feeling about the Censorate and the Embroidered Uniform Guard, only some dissatisfaction with the cabinet system, but now it seems that these two organizations are not good institutions either.

"You mean Qian Ling, right?"

Jiang Ziya suddenly stepped forward and said, "During his tenure, Qian Ling embezzled a huge sum of money through changes in his position. After being arrested and imprisoned, he thought of using his death to protect the ill-gotten gains of his family, so he chose to end his life."

"Who are you?" Wen Zhong asked, sizing up Jiang Ziya.

"Reporting to the Grand Tutor, I am Jiang Ziya, currently serving as the Grand Censor of the Censorate."

"What corruption? I don't understand it, I don't know anything about it. All I know is that you killed my son," the old woman said sternly.

“Don’t play dumb. Don’t you know where all that money your family used to have came from?” Jiang Ziya said.

The old woman said, "That was earned by my son with his own hands."

“He didn’t earn it with his own hands; he exploited others by abusing his position,” Jiang Ziya said solemnly.

"Slander! Utter slander!" the old woman screamed.

Wen Zhong gave Jiang Ziya a deep look, then called on the others to plead their cases.

But no matter who these women and children were talking about, Jiang Ziya could always accurately pinpoint the crimes committed by the guilty officials, without missing a single one.

Shen Gongbao's lips twitched.

Could it be that Jiang Ziya read all the files of the Censorate, or even inquired about every single matter?
After all, he knew clearly that many of these cases were not handled by the other party, especially some of the smaller cases.

A sword intended to sow discord between Wen Zhong and King Zhou was thus seized by Jiang Ziya, who then threw it heavily to the ground… (End of Chapter)