My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

In his soul form, Zhang Hao carried the same aura as the new-style Taoist priests.

Standing next to the old-school Taoist masters, he was so different that no one could tell he was a "new-school" Taoist.

Of course, the premise is that you don't run into those guys who have special identification spells.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Yama held his hand, looking at him like he was a savior: "You are the hope of our underworld, the entire underworld depends on you!"

Zhang Hao forcefully pulled his hand back: "Don't be so mushy! You just want to exploit me and make me work for the underworld, don't you?"

The King of Hell, whose little scheme had been exposed, was not angry. Instead, he said in a serious tone, "I'm just telling the truth. Right now, you're the most capable person in the entire underworld to get this done. I have other matters to attend to urgently. By the way, you have to be careful in your work. The entire underworld has fallen victim to this scheme. Even though you're very capable, you might still be outmaneuvered."

Zhang Hao waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and then his soul floated back to the ground.

The moment his soul floated to the ground, sunlight shone upon him.

His transparent figure moved through the streets, and the commuters rushed by, none of them noticing this soul floating in the streets—because they simply couldn't see it.

Chen Anshui, Li Zixuan, Han San, and Xiao Jinli have all gone out to work, and it's unknown whether their tasks are progressing smoothly.

If Li Zixuan knew that Mr. Zhang was concerned about their work, she would definitely burst into tears and excitedly shout, "Damn it, nothing is going smoothly at all!"

On the road to the underworld, the Yin-Yang Convenience Store was open as usual on the first floor, with ghosts occasionally coming in to buy things. But from the second floor, a noisy argument could be heard, occasionally punctuated by a shout or two.

The ghosts shopping downstairs heard the commotion and cast curious glances their way.

A ghost who had just bought new clothes looked up at the stairs on the second floor and asked, "Xiaoming, what's going on upstairs? I think I hear ghosts arguing."

Zhang Xiaoming flashed his standard business smile: "Don't worry, customers. Let them make their noise, I'll do my business. I guarantee the quality of the goods you buy will be absolutely top-notch, you don't need to worry about anything else. By the way, we just got a batch of new designer styles, would you like to take a look?"

The ghost gave a soft "oh" sound, and in front of Zhang Xiaoming, took off the blood-stained clothes and put on the white paper clothes it had just bought.

He was an unlucky ghost who died in a car accident; his body was crushed, and his clothes were covered in blood. After being changed into clean clothes, the ghost looked much fresher.

"Thank goodness for you, shop owner. Otherwise, if I went to the underworld to be reincarnated wearing such dirty clothes, I feel like I would definitely be reincarnated as an unhygienic and slovenly ghost."

Zhang Xiaoming maintained his smile: "That's not necessarily true. As long as you didn't do anything bad in your past life, you should still be able to be reborn into a good family."

The ghost waved its hand, and seeing that the gates of the underworld were not yet open, it sat down on a chair next to it and started chatting with the shopkeeper.

"Don't even mention it. Let me tell you, even if you're reborn into a good family these days, you might not live a good life. From what I've observed, there are practically a hundred ghosts roaming the human world at night! You can easily get killed by those evil spirits if you're not careful, it's terrifying. If you ask me, it's better to be a ghost than a human. If it weren't for the punishment for not being reborn, I really wouldn't want to go."

Zhang Xiaoming wasn't surprised at all. The place where this unfortunate fellow died was the very center of the recent struggle between the old and new factions of Celestial Masters, so it was perfectly normal for him to have such feelings.

"If you don't want to be reincarnated, then what do you want to do?" Zhang Xiaoming asked casually.

The unfortunate soul who died in the car accident lowered his head and thought seriously for a moment before hesitatingly saying, "If I could avoid being reincarnated, I'd like to work for you. Is that alright?"

He figured he'd be working anyway after reincarnation, so he might as well stay and work at the Yin-Yang convenience store on the road to the underworld. That way he could avoid taking decades of detours.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoming's lips twitched involuntarily: "I already have enough ghost hands here, I can barely fit people in them." No sooner had he finished speaking than another argument erupted from upstairs. This time it was exceptionally loud, impossible to ignore.

"How many times have I told you! The situation is urgent! After everyone finishes their training here, we need to go to the surface and bring more talented old-school celestial masters here for training. Otherwise, more innocent people will die here, which will affect the overall situation!" Li Zixuan's voice came.

Then, an even angrier voice interrupted him.

"But the simple things you're teaching are no match for those terrifying creatures! It's a complete waste of time! Stop training! You come with us to the surface to rescue people, just bring the innocent people here and hide! As for cultivation, what you're teaching is utterly useless!"

Zhuge Guangming's voice was so loud it seemed to shake the dust off the ceiling.

Chen Anshui thought this person was simply unreasonable.

However, Han San understood why he was like this: "I know you're worried about your cousin Zhuge Guangling. But we've already searched for him based on the clues you provided, and we couldn't find him at all. Don't bother coming here; we're not going to go with you to look for him! It's a waste of resources."

Zhuge Guangming deliberately came to interrupt their class because he couldn't find his cousin, Zhuge Guangling.

It's understandable to worry about relatives, but blatantly causing trouble for others like this is really annoying.

Zhuge Guangling searched many places but could not find him, and tried all the existing means of communication but could not get in touch with him.

This is clearly a problem.

Everyone knows what's going on, they just haven't said it outright.

However, Zhuge Guangming could not accept this possibility and kept deliberately causing trouble.

In his view, those who refused to go out with him to find people were heinous criminals, good-for-nothings who were just dawdling here.

"I didn't! I'm telling the truth! If you want to prove your strength, come with me to find someone! That way, everyone can see how powerful you are!" Zhuge Guangming retorted angrily.

But none of the others present agreed with him.

The Taoist masters who came to learn all cast reproachful glances at him.

One of the boys, about sixteen or seventeen years old and wearing a Taoist robe, snapped at him irritably, "If you're not going to learn, then don't disturb everyone else's learning. We're all concentrating on the lesson, and you're interrupting us. Don't you know how annoying that is?"

“If you’re worried, go out and find it yourself. If you’re afraid to go alone and insist on dragging a few teachers along, it only makes you look selfish.”

"What he said makes some sense. But everyone's busy right now, so let's just hold off for now."

"Oh dear, can't one of the teachers go with him to find the person? You all have several, so it shouldn't be a problem to send one out, right?"

The people chattered amongst themselves, each able to come up with a seemingly plausible reason.

Li Zixuan was utterly exasperated; he had never anticipated that doing good deeds could bring so much trouble. (End of Chapter)