Prehistoric: God-level choice, take Zhao Gongming at the beginning

Chapter 163: Merit Coins: The Spring of the Taoist
They are all monks at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, and they can refine very quickly.

In about a few breaths, golden coins were refined one by one.

An extremely pure golden merit merged into the two bodies.

Their eyes lit up, they felt refreshed and their eyes sparkled.

The man became energetic all of a sudden and shouted, "Merits are really merits and can be traded."

The ten people looked at each other, their faces full of surprise.

The merits that can be manifested are simply too mysterious.

If the underworld has this ability, then they will be willing to work there. As long as their merits are in place, there will be no problem in working until they die.

The words of ten people immediately caused an uproar in the entire Senluo Palace.

Countless monks were excited. They saw clearly that it was indeed merit.

"I want to sign up!"

"How dare you jump in line! Go to the back and line up. I was there first."

"If you cut in line again, I will beat you to death."

The entire Senluo Hall was filled with enthusiasm for registration.

Countless monks rushed to the scene, making Taoist Mosquito almost overwhelmed. Five people from Yu Lei rushed up to help, and the situation was temporarily stabilized.

Deep in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Zhao Gongming smiled.

"The effect is not bad. As time goes by, the Eighteenth Layer Netherworld Sea may not be able to become as prosperous as Buzhou Mountain. When the time comes, Master Houtu will take the greatest credit."

Hou Tu nodded slightly, but soon there was a touch of sadness on his face.

He established the Underworld and severed ties with the Wu Clan, although he created a glimmer of hope for the Wu Clan.

But it also really hurt the hearts of several of his brothers, and Hou Tu felt very guilty in his heart.

As if seeing Hou Tu's sorrow, Zhao Gongming comforted him softly.

"Uncle Houtu, one day, they will understand your painstaking efforts."

Hou Tu's sacrifice in this wave was indeed too great. Although he became a saint, he was imprisoned in the Netherworld Sea.

The Wu clan also didn't understand Hou Tu's behavior at all, thinking that Hou Tu had betrayed the Wu clan.

For another person, I'm afraid that the Dao Heart will collapse. I'm afraid that only when the Wu Clan is in real danger, they will know how great Hou Tu's sacrifice is!

Hou Tu calmed down and looked relaxed, "Use merit as bait and see how far the underworld can go!"

The recruitment meeting is in full swing.

In the blink of an eye, several years have passed, thanks to the non-stop efforts of Taoist Mosquito and Ghost Emperor of Five Directions day and night.

There are already a mountain of resumes in Senluo Hall, with hundreds of thousands of them.

Seeing the commotion in the underworld getting louder and louder, the Ancestor Styx beside the Nether Sea also began to become jealous.

As a living being since the beginning of the world, I couldn't understand the mystery of merit.

He, the Asura clan, also has to earn some merit.

With a thought, the Styx tore through the space and went straight to the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

"Uncle Styx, why are you here again?"

Zhao Gongming hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands to indicate, and brewed a cup of enlightenment tea for Ming He.

Now that the Six Paths of Reincarnation has just begun, Styx is still needed to help, and it is always right to have a good relationship with Styx.

Minghe glanced at the Enlightenment Tea in front of him, remained unmoved, and went straight to the point.

"I want some of my Asura clan members to enter the underworld and serve as ghost missionaries." Some of the Asura clan members have entered the Asura Path, but the remaining clan members are still an astronomical number.

Zhao Gongming had a look of embarrassment on his face, "There are so many people who have signed up, and there is really no vacancy due to the random number of places."

Styx's expression changed slightly, "There are only tens of thousands of places, and you can't even squeeze out one?"

Zhao Gongming was speechless, "Uncle Ming He, we have only recruited [-] ghost servants for this recruitment conference. You want tens of thousands at one go. It's really hard to squeeze out."

Styx smiled and said, "If there are not tens of thousands, then a few thousand would be good too."

"There are only [-] places at most."

"How about two thousand?"

"We can only squeeze out [-] places."

After a battle, the two finally took a step back and agreed to give Styx a thousand places.

Half a month later, the mosquitoes announced that the registration system was closed and no more registrations would be conducted.

At the same time, it was announced again that the list will be released one year later. Those who are on the list can come to work in the underworld, and those who are not on the list will lose their names.

In fact, before, Zhao Gongming, Hou Tu and Mosquito Taoist thought that as long as they registered, they would be admitted.

But unfortunately, under the temptation of merit, there were too many people who came, so we had no choice but to select the best.

A year passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, the mosquito Taoist wore the majestic and unpredictable costume of the Fengdu Emperor. He used the book of life and death, the judge's pen to declare the great famine, and the underworld released the list.

Soon, in front of the first level of the Nether Sea, ten huge black stone tablets appeared, with Dao patterns all over them, and countless golden names swimming around on them like little tadpoles, emitting astonishing spirituality.

The entire prehistoric era suddenly boiled for the second time, and countless monks rushed to Netherworld Sea again to see if they were the ones on the list.

In front of the black stone monument, there are countless figures, densely packed, some are happy and some are sad.

Fortunately, after entering the underworld and serving in the underworld, you can earn merit and have a bright future.

The sad thing is that there is no hope of entering the underworld, watching the golden merits passing by and doing nothing.

Soon, the square in front of Senluo Hall was crowded with 10,000+ people.

These are the first batch of employees of the Underworld after being reviewed by the Mosquito Daoist.

After the mosquito Taoist spoke in front of the Senluo Hall, he waved his sleeves and distributed standard robes to them and uniformly dressed them. Then under the mosquito Taoist's order, everyone began to act non-stop.

The first thing they have to do is to drag all the remaining souls floating in the entire blood sea into the Nether Sea for reincarnation.

That's right, except for the countless remaining souls in the eighteenth-level Netherworld Sea.

The sea of ​​blood, a place from ancient times to dark and evil places, also has a large number of residual souls floating in it. The number is terrifying and very vicious. They are also qualified to enter the six realms of reincarnation.

Time flies, and a hundred years hastened by.

The remaining souls in the eighteenth layer of Netherworld Sea have gathered to an extremely terrifying level.

Deep in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the mosquito Taoist's face was filled with joy.

In the past, when I traveled across the wilderness, I was free and at ease, but compared with this feeling of having great power and being able to keep my word, it was still far behind.

Mosquito people have become accustomed to this kind of pain and happy days.

Taoist Mosquito smiled and said, "Master, empress, there are too many remnant souls in the entire Netherworld Sea, and they can't be contained. It's time to start the six paths of reincarnation."

Hou Tu nodded slightly, "You are right, the six paths of reincarnation are about to begin, and those ghost servants and soul arresters may not be able to wait any longer."

The salary of the underworld has been paid for 100 years. After working for 100 years in vain, I must be eagerly waiting for the day when the salary will be paid.

Time flies, and a few more days pass by.

(End of this chapter)