I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

The white-bearded old man stroked his beard and continued explaining, "Don't worry, the essence of the eighteen levels of hell is 'torture and atonement,' evil spirits don't die. They can only enter reincarnation after their forty-year sentence is served. However, such a heinous criminal certainly won't be reborn as a human; they'll most likely be pigs, dogs, cattle, or sheep, at the mercy of others!"

"Reincarnation?"

These two words were like a thunderclap, waking everyone from their fear.

They then remembered that the underworld was in charge of the six realms of reincarnation, and death was not the end of the matter!

Instantly, many people turned pale, and their legs began to tremble.

"Oh no! I stole my neighbor's chicken when I was a kid!"

"A few years ago, I scammed an old lady out of 20,000 yuan of her retirement money online. I hope I won't be boiled in oil?"

"Heavens above! If I had known about the existence of gods, I wouldn't have dared to do evil even if I had ten times the courage!"

……

The sounds of wailing rose and fell, resembling a mass funeral procession.

Chung Kau heard everything clearly from the air, and a smile appeared on his lips. This "on-site legal education" was a huge success!

By publicly trying Mo Huolie, at least three objectives were achieved:

First, it confirms the existence of the underworld and the netherworld, breaking the perception that "gods only exist in legends";

Second, to demonstrate divine power and make everyone remember that "there are gods watching over us."

Third, it helps the Yanhuang Kingdom's official authorities reshape order, making people wary and deterring them from acting recklessly.

The first two objectives can bring him faith points, while the third one seems to have little to do with him, but in fact it has a profound meaning.

The Yanhuang Kingdom of this world, established for four hundred years, once declined but was reborn from the ashes. It had the opportunity to become the world's hegemon, but unfortunately, it encountered the rise of yin energy and was brought to the brink of collapse by ghosts.

Compared to those Western countries that were completely destroyed during the period of rampant yin energy, the fact that the Yanhuang Kingdom was able to maintain basic order is already quite remarkable.

But people's hearts are scattered, like a pile of loose sand. The authorities have devoted all their energy to fighting evil spirits and have no time to deal with the villains who take advantage of the chaos. If this continues, the humans will die in chaos before the ghosts even have to lift a finger.

What Chung Gau wants is a stable world.

Everyone's dead, where is he going to collect faith points?

Moreover, he has family and friends in this world, and he can't just watch the world turn into a hell.

So this move of his is both an olive branch to the authorities and a way to pave the way for himself: obediently cling to my coattails and I'll keep you safe!

"The underworld is helping us!"

Zhong Yingmei instantly understood the key point, and she was so excited that she trembled all over and tears were about to fall.

She was as ecstatic as she had been in despair.

The rise of yin energy is a natural disaster, while the collapse of order is a man-made calamity; the two complement each other.

The authorities tried their best to deal with the evil spirits, but they couldn't control the ugliness in people's hearts. The thugs who took advantage of the chaos caused no less harm than the evil spirits.

Chung Ying-mei had long worried that one day the authorities would be unable to hold on any longer, and humanity would descend into a final frenzy, leading to utter destruction.

But now, hope has arrived!

Lord Gongcao's "posthumous reckoning" is more effective than any law. No one is afraid of going to hell. As long as there is a sense of awe, order can be slowly restored!

"Master Changdeng is right, the underworld is our only hope!"

Zhong Yingmei clenched her fists, her eyes rekindling with fighting spirit.

What she didn't know was that the "Lord Gongcao" she longed for was secretly plotting something: the so-called "Copper Pillar Hell" was just a hoax he made up; the underworld wasn't even fully built yet, so where would the eighteen levels of hell come from?

Mo Huolie's soul can only be confined to a small dark room in the City God's Mansion for the time being to "reflect on his mistakes."

The system had already hinted that to perfect the underworld, the human world must first be stabilized.

Since no one believed in God, he, as the "Merit Officer," was just a figurehead.

Moreover, he will definitely have to go back to the human world to see it in the future. He can't just watch his relatives and friends stay in a mess full of thugs, can he?

The ordinary people below didn't have such thoughts; they were still keeping an eye on Mo Huolie's underlings.

The group of people knelt on the ground, their faces as white as paper, their mouths as if glued shut, unable to even utter a sound to beg for mercy.

"The other accomplices will be dealt with after their deaths."

Zhong Jiu's gaze finally fell on them, and his light, casual remark stunned everyone present.

"What? Aren't we going to deal with them now?"

"Why would a deity release a tiger back into the mountains?"

Master Changdeng stepped forward to explain, his eyes filled with awe: "The underworld officials govern the netherworld and rarely interfere in matters of the mortal realm. Directly attacking the living is against the rules."

"Then why was Mo Huolie captured on the spot?"

Someone pressed for details.

"Hmph! That idiot dared to demolish the City God Temple and even kill the temple keeper; he's practically running wild at the gates of the gods!"

Master Changdeng sneered, "It's like you barging into someone's house, trying to smash it up and kill the housekeeper. Who else would I beat up if not you?"

Everyone suddenly realized what was happening and nodded in agreement: "Serves him right! This is a classic case of 'if you don't court death, you won't die!'"

"It's a pity these small fry weren't taken along."

Some people said regretfully.

"What's there to regret?"

Master Changdeng glanced at him. "The underworld keeps track of their debts! Once they're settled after death, they'll go to hell just the same way!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Huolie's underlings trembled in fear.

Those who committed serious crimes were paralyzed on the spot; those who committed minor crimes had only one thought in their minds: to do more good deeds in the future and try to offset their good deeds with bad ones!

"This matter is settled; I shall take my leave."

Zhong Jiu spoke calmly, waved his hand to pull Mo Huolie's soul into the dark clouds, and then turned to leave.

"Respectfully seeing off Lord Gongcao!"

Old Tian knelt down with a "thump," his eyes filled with the fervor of a star-struck fan.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the immortals!"

"The gods remember me! I was kneeling most devoutly just now!"

Tens of thousands of people kowtowed in unison, forming a dense, dark mass, as a massive influx of faith into the City God's Palace.

This is just the beginning!

As soon as Zhong Jiu's figure disappeared into the dark clouds, the crowd went completely crazy!

"Quick! I need to go offer incense to the City God!"

"From now on, I'll only worship the City God; all the Bodhisattvas can take a backseat!"

"Don't push! Let me go first! I brought Pighead!"

Tens of thousands of people flocked to the City God Temple like a tidal wave; the scene was even more frenzied than the Spring Festival travel rush for train tickets.

Old Tian was so frightened that he quickly blocked the temple entrance: "Line up! Only eight people can come in at a time! If you damage the statue of the City God, can you afford to pay for it?"

Old Tian is no longer the old man who was bullied by everyone. He is now a "living god" who can summon immortals. Who would dare to disobey him?

The crowd immediately formed a long queue, stretching from the entrance of the City God Temple all the way to the end of the street, even more spectacular than a long dragon.

Old Tian looked at the line, feeling both happy and worried. He was happy that the City God Temple finally had worshippers, but worried that the dilapidated temple was too small to accommodate so many people.

This City God Temple was donated by a wealthy merchant hundreds of years ago. It has only one main hall, which enshrines the statue of the City God, and there are no side halls.

Many people entered the temple, searched for a long time but couldn't find the statue of "Lord Gongcao," and became anxious: "Where is Lord Gongcao's memorial tablet? We want to kowtow to the deity!"

"This temple needs to be rebuilt!"

Someone shouted.

Upon hearing this, many people's eyes lit up.

Several business owners in suits and gold chains huddled together, whispering, "Count me in for the reconstruction! I'll donate a million!"

"What's a million? I'll donate five million! If we're going to build something, let's build the best, with marble floors and gold statues!"

"Count me in! To pave the way for the gods is an immense blessing!"

Money? In the eyes of gods, money is just paper!

The bosses were green with envy. They were willing to give away their entire fortunes just to get a chance to impress the magistrate!

Zhong Yingmei and Daoist Changdeng also saw this opportunity. They exchanged a glance, and the same thought popped into their minds: "To establish connections with the underworld, rebuilding the City God Temple is the best stepping stone!"

Before the business owners could even voice their opinions, the municipal government quickly announced: "The reconstruction of the City God Temple will be funded by the government, and donation channels will be opened!"

This is a golden opportunity to shine before the gods, and the authorities are determined to seize it and take control.

"Hmm? The number of worshippers is increasing quite quickly."

Inside the City God Temple, Zhong Jiu flicked his finger, and a scene of the City God Temple immediately appeared in the void. Tens of thousands of people lined up to burn incense, and the line stretched from the temple gate all the way to the street corner, even more bustling than a train station during the Spring Festival travel rush.

His City God Temple comes with its own "satellite surveillance," and nothing in the entire Guiling City can escape his eyes.