You, a monster, still want to travel to the West?

Qingxin rolled her eyes, kissed his cheek gently, and then said softly: "Do you like it?"

Xia Zhiming smiled and nodded. Normally, he liked to maintain his snake body. When he transformed into a human, there was usually a third party present. It was indeed rare for Qingxin to take the initiative to be intimate with him.

While the two of them were playing, Xia Zhiming quickly walked to the Jinping government office, raised his eyes and stared, but saw only—

The government office faces south. Don’t come in if you don’t have money.

The mirror hanging in the hall is empty, and the judgment of right and wrong depends entirely on guesswork.

Summary: It is a government office that does not do its job.

After taking a quick look, Xia Zhiming immediately lost interest, turned around and changed direction with his little head down.

Seeing his action, Qingxin tilted her head and asked doubtfully: "Zhiming, why don't you go in and ask him?"

"Qingxin, don't delve into the stories of those bad guys in the future."

"why?"

"Because they're just like me, always saying some nonsense that seems to make sense but is actually completely useless."

At this point, Xia Zhiming jokingly said: "To sum up, talking to people like this will ruin my Dao heart. I'm afraid I won't be able to help but kill them."

"Zhiming, the Qingping Sword is with me."

"Look how far-sighted Master is."

"Then I pinch?"

"Qingxin, so cute!"

"Good~"

……

Since the road on earth was temporarily blocked, Xia Zhiming naturally didn't mind walking the road of the gods. He walked around the city, found a pavilion beside the red bridge in the city, and sat on a stone bench.

Qing Xin was about to ask, but heard——

Snapped!

Xia Zhiming just closed the folding fan in his hand, and soon the smell of countless incense gathered in the pavilion.

After a while, under the gaze of Xia Zhiming and Qingxin, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe and eight feet tall stood beside the stone platform. He was the City God of Jinping Prefecture.

As soon as the City God stood still, he was startled and was about to bow, but he saw a flash of golden light in front of his eyes, and a ruler hit him directly on the head.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"what!!!"

The Jinping City God screamed miserably, then fell to the ground, clutching his head and crying out, "Great Immortal, please spare me! Ah!!! Great Immortal, please spare me!..."

In the pavilion, Xia Zhiming heard the City God's miserable plea for mercy, but he took the Qingxin glass cup from Qingxin's hand, took a sip calmly, and listened to the City God's screams with a very comfortable expression.

On his shoulder, Xiao Qingxin pinched Xia Zhiming's earlobe and advised: "Zhiming, don't fight for too long, it will hurt like hell."

Xia Zhiming took a sip of tea and cursed with a smile: "If this kind of official appeared in the government, who else should I beat up if not him? Would he really kill a mortal? No matter what his reasons are, I will beat him up first, otherwise I will not be happy."

Qingxin heard this, thought about it and nodded. She would not blame Xia Zhiming for being unreasonable.

The land god, city god, dragon king, mountain god, and river god are the immortal gods closest to mortals.

If an accident happens in the mortal world, there is no problem in pulling these gods out and giving them a beating.

As for why Xia Zhiming only attacked the City God, he naturally had his reasons.

It should be noted that the City God has five main duties:

First, to protect the city and the people.

Second, manage the city land.

Third, harmonious interpersonal relationships.

Fourth, uphold justice.

Fifth, monitor officials!

Chapter 135: Too much interest, too much involvement, hidden

In the pavilion——

Xia Zhiming didn't hit him for too long. He only put away the ruler after he felt relieved.

After the City God, who had been knocked to the ground and rolled over with his hands on his head, recovered from the blow and gasped, Xia Zhiming was about to ask a question, but he saw the Jinping City God pointing at him with a trembling hand and cursing, "You... who are you to dare to punish me? I... I will definitely report you!"

Xia Zhiming nodded and said teasingly with a smile: "I am the guardian spirit officer of Lihentian. Are you sure you want to report me?"

To be honest, he was not afraid of this. The job of a spiritual official was to protect and supervise, and it was just his profession to take care of such trivial matters. Even if the little city god in front of him had a powerful background and could really pass through Taishan Palace and pass the test of Hou Tu Niangniang, and then hand the memorial to the Great Heavenly Venerable, he would still be right.

Across from him, the Jinping Prefecture City God was also aware of this situation. Upon hearing this, he was horrified, shuddering, and quickly bowed, saying, "I am Chen Guangshan, the Jinping Prefecture City God. Please, Master Lingguan, show mercy and spare my life."

Xia Zhiming sneered: "Guangshan, what a waste of such a good name."

"Little God... Little God..."

Chen Guangshan was immediately ashamed when he heard this, but he couldn't say anything.

Xia Zhiming took a sip of the teacup, then gently tapped the teacup to interrupt his hesitancy. He then said, "Tell me about what happened in Mintian County. If you dare to say you don't know, I will send you to the Eighteen Levels of Hell for thousands of years. I guarantee you will live comfortably."

Chen Guangshan was startled when he heard this. He rolled his eyes and said, "Master Lingguan! This is an old custom left over from the previous dynasty four hundred years ago. Our Tianzhu nation has only been established for four centuries..."

Xia Zhiming almost laughed out loud when he heard this. He struck Chen Guangshan with the ruler in his hand. After Chen Guangshan rolled over again, he said, "According to what you said, if the crown prince of the previous dynasty survived, would he also be the heir to the throne of Tianzhu?"

At this point, Xia Zhiming looked at Chen Guangshan, who seemed to be trying to protect him, and threatened: "If you dare to say such a deceitful thing to me again, I will kill all your clans! Every one of you will roll in the frying pan for thousands of years!"

When Chen Guangshan heard this, he stiffened his neck and shouted angrily: "I am from the Tianzhu royal family. I want to see how powerful and mighty you are to dare to kill all nine of my clans!"

Xia Zhiming was stunned when he heard this, but after looking at the yellow robe on him, he shook his head in sudden realization.

The dignity of the royal family should not be touched lightly. This concept is deeply rooted in the minds of everyone in the world. This is Chen Guangshan’s confidence, but it is a pity that this trick does not work on him!

Thinking of this, Xia Zhiming smiled and said, "I see. I've never heard of such a request."

After saying that, Xia Zhiming had an idea, and after making some calculations, he picked up the folding fan at hand and casually waved it in the air, under Qing Xin's somewhat helpless gaze and Chen Guangshan's horrified gaze.

I saw a deep purple crack appear directly in the air above the pavilion, and then an old man wearing a yellow robe fell out.

Ah!!! —The man screamed.

Snap!!! —The sound of a folding fan opening!

Whoosh!!! —The sound of the divine fire igniting.

In a split second, before the man even landed on the ground, a frightened spirit appeared in the pavilion.

Having done this, Xia Zhiming did not stop. He waved the folding fan in his hand, and a boiling oil pot appeared in the pavilion. The soul fell directly into the oil pot, and soon there were continuous screams!

Chen Guangshan finally reacted at this time. Looking at the writhing and screaming soul in the frying pan, he said sadly: "My great-grandson!"

However, at this time, a white-haired old woman fell out from the deep purple gap in the air again. Her flesh and blood body instantly turned into clear smoke after passing through the divine fire, and another soul fell into the oil pan.

Middle-aged, beautiful woman.

Boys and girls.

From old to young, it is fully automatic to catch people, fully automatic to slaughter, and fully automatic to put them into the frying pan.

In a short while, dozens of souls fell into the wok.

It was not until a young child with a confused look on his face burst into tears that Chen Guangshan seemed to finally collapse, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

All I could hear was Chen Guangshan begging, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you! Please, Master Lingguan, please forgive them! Please, Master Lingguan, please forgive them! At least the child is innocent!"

Xia Zhiming, however, calmly drank a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm just going to kill all your noble royal heirs. My father is four, my mother is three, and my wife is two. I'll take them one by one."

On his shoulder, Qingxin saw this scene, closed her eyes and rubbed Xia Zhiming's cheek, then covered her ears, unwilling to listen to the endless screams.

After a while, Xia Zhiming looked at the cracks where no one had fallen, and then glanced at the thousands of souls rolling in the frying pan. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "As expected of the heir to the throne, these nine clans are truly numerous."

After sighing, Xia Zhiming looked at Chen Guangshan, who was kowtowed and bleeding, and nodded and said: "Okay, the nine clans have been exterminated. Now are you willing to tell me? If not, I won't force you."

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" Chen Guangshan burst into tears upon hearing this, and quickly clasped his hands together and begged, "Master Lingguan, I'm willing to tell you! I'm willing to tell you!"

After saying that, Chen Guangshan finally began to talk about the old stories of Mintian County with tears and snot, but because he was in grief, he spoke incoherently.

Xia Zhiming and Qing Xin could only listen bit by bit, and after a long time they finally figured out the whole story.

Regarding Mintian County, this situation has been going on for four hundred years and now one county supports a hundred counties.

It was not until four centuries ago that India was founded and all industries were waiting to be developed.

When the new dynasty was first established, it was impossible to kill all the old ministers of the previous dynasty from top to bottom. In addition, local clan forces were divided, and no one in Mintian County had the ability to manage it.

After the political situation stabilized, this matter ended up being just like the previous dynasty, and no one was willing to mention it anymore.

There is no other reason. The benefits are too great and no one will say it. The implications are too great and no one dares to mention it.

One thousand five hundred kilograms of fragrant oil is only worth fifty thousand taels of silver, which is not a huge profit, and no one would be stupid enough to touch the Buddha's oil.

only--

As for the share of money for buying sesame oil, each county and government could use this as an excuse to take money out of the treasury and put it into their pockets.

Compensating Mintian County is also a good way to get money out of the treasury and into pockets.

The taxes in Mintian County must be collected as usual. If you don’t collect them and I don’t collect them, wouldn’t that be a benefit to the common people?

If we write another memorial about a natural disaster, then naturally everyone will share a portion of the imperial appropriation, since there will be no natural disaster anyway.

Don't ask if the monarch is stupid, everyone who has been an emperor knows that -

The monarch does not care where the natural disaster occurred, nor does he care whether it is true or false. He may not even know where the place is. He only knows that the national treasury needs to reduce 200,000 silver coins.

The monarch does not care where the treasures and beauties presented by officials come from. He only cares about the amount that goes into the national treasury and whether the treasures and beauties he receives are beautiful.

As long as the monarch does not go on a secret visit, all he will see are memorials and the imperial city, and occasionally hundreds of thousands of taels of silver seized from property.

What the local area does is its own business. As long as there are no rebels, it is not a problem.

Therefore, being an emperor only requires stamping and accepting gifts, while corrupt officials have to consider more.

In the end, Mintian County won’t get a penny of this money anyway.

You see, the four hundred years of suffering in Mintian County is just such a simple thing.

Xia Zhiming was too lazy to ask what role the City God, who was born a prince, played in this, and Chen Guangshan didn't dare to say.

Chapter 136 DNA

After listening to Chen Guangshan's statement, Xia Zhiming and Qingxin looked at each other and sighed.

Due to the tacit disregard and exploitation of ghosts, aristocratic families and bureaucrats, the situation in Mintian County lasted for hundreds of years, and even the death of an entire country could not change it.

However, in this situation, Xia Zhiming couldn't just snap his fingers and kill all these useless guys. It was a pity.

but--

Looking at Chen Guangshan kneeling on the ground with tears and snot, he listened to the endless screams in the frying pan.

Xia Zhiming thought for a moment and made a decision that did not go against the Buddha's will - they would not die anyway, so let them roll for a while longer. The afterglow after they woke up would probably make them feel comfortable for a while.

Although the City God and mortals cannot be killed indiscriminately, this does not prevent him from having fun.

At this moment, the little Qingxin on Xia Zhiming's shoulder kicked her feet. When Xia Zhiming looked over at her, she asked, "Zhiming, where are we going next?"

"Of course, I'll go find someone who can handle this."

"I thought you were going to beat them all up yourself."

Xia Zhiming stood up from the pavilion, waving his folding fan and said with a smile: "Qingxin, you have to understand one thing: it is humans who kill the most people, and it is also humans who are the cruelest to others."

"What about the ghosts in hell?"

"Weren't the ghosts in hell once human?"

"Zhiming, are you... trying to quibble?"

"Okay, actually, I was just saying something out of habit, but I forgot that it doesn't apply now."

At this point, Xia Zhiming stretched out his finger and tapped Xiao Qingxin's cheek on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "But you really reminded me. Let's go to hell."