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The underworld, the gates of hell.

The art style here has become a bit strange lately.

This place used to be filled with ghostly wails and eerie winds, and everywhere you looked there were fierce-looking witch-like men whipping people.

What now?

Along the Bridge of Helplessness, rows of small benches have appeared.

A group of bald, Western Christian disciples dressed in tattered robes sat there with worried expressions, chanting sutras to the long line of evil spirits in front of them.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha..."

His voice was weak and listless, as if he hadn't eaten.

A grotesque demon with a face full of scars, growing impatient, slammed his hand on the table.

"Stop, stop, stop! What the hell are you chanting? It's making my head spin! Can you change the song? How about 'Eighteen Touches'?"

The young novice monk from the Western religion turned pale with fright and stammered, "Benefactor...this humble monk only knows how to chant scriptures..."

"Useless!" the demon was about to explode.

Suddenly, a large hand reached out from the side and lifted the evil spirit up.

Xingtian, wielding his massive axe and glaring with eyes the size of copper bells, roared, "What are you shouting for? This is our underworld's specially hired 'Repentance Class' instructor! Listen to me properly! You're not allowed to drink the Meng Po soup until you've finished listening to this sutra!"

Upon seeing that it was Xing Tian, ​​the evil spirit immediately cowered: "Yes, yes, Grandpa Xing Tian, ​​I'll listen, I'll listen, okay?"

This scene played out in every corner of the underworld.

Inside the Hall of Yama, the King of Hell.

Lin Xuan was sitting in the main seat, flipping through the latest performance reports.

The Styx Ancestor sat beside him, cracking melon seeds and laughing.

"Your Majesty, your move is absolutely brilliant! Ever since those bald monks arrived, the purification speed of resentment in our underworld has doubled!"

Styx pointed to the data on the report, grinning from ear to ear.

"Before, those stubborn and unyielding ghosts could only be thrown into the oil fryer. Now, it's much better. We can have these bald monks chant scriptures for three days and three nights until the ghosts are so desperate for death that they just want to die quickly, and then we throw them into the oil fryer. Their cooperation is simply amazing!"

Lin Xuan chuckled: "That's what you call being good at what you're good at. Those Westerners aren't good at fighting, but they're quite good at convincing people... oh no, I mean, converting people."

In fact, Lin Xuan had a very shrewd plan.

Western religions practice the path of cause and effect and the extinction of suffering, and are most adept at eliminating attachments.

Sending them to work in the underworld would not only help reduce the underworld's workload, but also allow them to earn merit in the underworld.

Of course, the bulk of the merit was withheld by Lin Xuan under the guise of "site fees," "management fees," and "food expenses."

Less than one-tenth of it actually fell into the hands of Western religions.

But for the Western religion, this was already a rare source of income. After all, on Mount Sumeru, even grass roots had to be eaten sparingly.

"By the way, has that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva arrived yet?" Lin Xuan suddenly asked.

"Here he comes!" Styx quickly said. "That kid is an honest man. As soon as he arrived, he made a grand vow: 'I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty.' Now he's squatting at the very bottom of the eighteenth level of hell, lecturing those ancient ghosts."

"Oh, he's a tough guy." Lin Xuan nodded.

Ksitigarbha is a talented person; we should nurture him properly in the future... cough cough, we should exploit him thoroughly.

Just then, a system notification sounded.

[Ding! Detected a 100% increase in the Underworld's performance; the underground passages are now operating more efficiently.]

[Congratulations, host, on completing the phase of the mission: Modernization of the Underworld.]

[Reward: 100,000 Merit Points.]

[Reward: Top-grade innate spiritual treasure "Judge of Life and Death Pen" (upgraded version, capable of modifying the lifespan of beings below the Great Luo Golden Immortal level).]

A flash of light appeared in Lin Xuan's hand, revealing a black calligraphy brush.

This pen is covered with mysterious runes and exudes an aura of authority that determines life and death.

"Great stuff!" Lin Xuan twirled the pen with delight. "With this, if I don't like someone, I can just put an X on their name and make sure they can't even drink water properly."

He stood up and stretched.

"Alright, keep an eye on things over here, don't let those bald monks slack off. If they dare to dawdle, dock their meals!"

"Yes, sir!" Old Ancestor Styx replied with utter decisiveness.

Lin Xuan walked out of the Yama Palace and looked at the bustling scene outside, feeling very pleased with himself.

Now that the adults' matters are settled, it's time to go back and see the children.

These past few days I've been busy tricking the two Western Saints, and haven't spent much time with those three little devils. I wonder if they've demolished the Pangu Palace yet.

Thinking of those three brats, Lin Xuan's eyelids suddenly twitched.

An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

"Oh no...it's too quiet at home."