What kind of Journey to the West is this?

Although they had established an altar, the three altar masters including Yanxia were all alone and not much better off than her.

She is the celestial official who is in charge of exorcising sins and relieving suffering in Cangzhou. Her business scope covers the entire Cangzhou Prefecture. Even if Baizhu and Xue Shi'er had three heads and six arms, they would not be able to do anything.

Yu Qinghuai made a suggestion, "Senior, why not use the money from good deeds to refine the evil spirit and use the evil spirit to create some rampant soldiers. This will also help share the pressure."

"That's a good idea!"

Yanxia also nodded.

Yu Qinghuai's words also aroused Xue Shier's divergent thinking.

The right way is like three cobblers working together. Their brains turn around and converge into a storm of thoughts, and each of them has his own ideas.

Xue Shi'er said, "There are also many monsters in Wuhe Mountain. I can capture some of them."

Yan Xia said sarcastically, "It's good that you don't fight with others."

The snow lion was furious and bit the girl's hand.

The bite is painless and feels like playing.

Yanxia hit her head hard and Xueshier let go in pain.

She pulled her hand away and said:

"But what you said makes sense. I remember there's a highly respected Bamboo Cutter Lady in Wuhe Mountain. If you can develop her skills and have her help you reconcile your relationship with the monsters, it would be perfect."

Xue Shier thought about it and felt that this was a good idea.

However, Wuhe Mountain is a long way away, and the monsters are generally wild and untamed, so it takes some effort to subdue and educate them.

Yanxia planned to train some soldiers first to solve the urgent problem.

The Changbing are a bit like the Yinbing and Tianbing. They are transformed from lonely ghosts and mountain spirits. They belong to the bottom level of the folk religion, and all the dirty and tiring work can be done by the Changbing.

However, the difference is that the Changbing have basically no intelligence, but instead borrow the magic power of the ghosts of Fengdu Tiechao Mountain to give them intelligence. Similar to them are the Six Cave Heavenly Demons, but the Six Cave Heavenly Demons generally have brains, not artificial intelligence.

At that time, the six-hole demons surrendered to the ancestor of heaven, Zhang Daoling, and were incorporated into the command of Zhao Gongming, the Marshal of the Zhengyi Xuantan, to reorganize the Five Demons Army. Therefore, the Zhengyi Dao is particularly good at catching ghosts, refining ghosts, and summoning spirits.

Yu Qinghuai was a mage from the Black Tiger Xuantan Temple, and was also an expert at refining rampant soldiers. He said, "There are no other requirements for refining rampant soldiers. All you need is evil spirits, offerings, good karma money, and the arrangement of the refining ritual."

"The evil spirit and the sacrifice are easy to deal with, we can always find them. Senior is a master of Miaoyan Palace, so refining the rampant soldiers will not be a problem."

Yu Qinghuai helped analyze the feasibility.

Now there is only one problem left.

Where does the money from good deeds come from?

Yan Xia asked, "How much good karma money does it take to refine a rampant soldier?"

"That's hard to say. It also depends on the level of evil spirits. If you use less official evil spirits, you'll need more of the Five Elements evil spirits, and you'll need too much of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Evil spirits. Generally speaking, to train a team of soldiers, you'll need three or four hundred good karma coins."

A team of soldiers consists of twelve people. An Yanxia has been in and out of the City God's Mansion many times and often sees teams of patrolling soldiers.

By this calculation, to train a hundred or so soldiers, one would need a minimum of three thousand good deeds money!

Yanxia felt a pang of pain in her flesh.

Short of money!

Yu Qinghuai asked, "Senior, haven't you earned a lot of good karma recently? It should be enough to train a hundred or so soldiers, which is enough to solve the urgent problem."

Indeed, An Yanxia took advantage of the Plague God's passing to make a fortune, about 6,000 yuan in good deeds.

"I have to report the money I've accumulated from good deeds to the heavens next year. If I use it to train soldiers, I'll be living beyond my means. I'm fine now, but I'm afraid I'll be miserable next year."

Yanxia said that she did have the money, but it was public funds.

Almost every penny was the achievement that should have belonged to the Plague God. She might not remember it, but the Plague God remembered it clearly.

"But there's no need to rush. I have another idea."

Yan Xia said a few words, then took out a box and asked Yu Qinghuai to light incense and candles and concentrate on meditation.

The incense and candles lit up, and the smoke and summer cave opened up the underworld, going directly to the City God's realm.

One is born, the second is cooked.

She had been to the City God's Mansion countless times, and it felt like she was going home, so she went straight to the old City God's residence.

When she saw the old city god, Yan Xia said straight to the point, "Give me 100,000 good deeds money."

"puff!"

The old city god almost fainted.

Is this a robbery?

The old city god didn't dare to provoke An Yanxia, and said carefully: "Master, one hundred thousand gold coins may not be as good as one hundred thousand taels of gold in the human world, but it's almost enough. I really don't have any here."

The old City God did some calculations in his mind. Not counting the "extra income", the money earned from incense offerings alone, minus the wages paid to various ghosts and gods and the needs of maintaining the military and legal world, would only be about two thousand yuan a year.

The exchange rate between incense money and good karma money is 1:1. If he wants to save yuan, he will need to save for at least years...

The City God trembled and said, "One hundred thousand gold coins, I really don't have them. I can squeeze out eight thousand gold coins for Shang Zhen."

An Yanxia didn't expect to be able to extort 100,000 yuan.

You can ask for a high price, but you have to pay it back when it comes down to earth.

Yanxia would be satisfied if she could get 30,000 gold coins.

If the old City God really gave her 100,000 yuan, whether she would accept it or not was another matter, but she would have to report him to the old man anyway.

Seeing the painful look on his face, An Yanxia probably knew that the old City God really didn't have much money, so she took out her trump card.

She said, "It's been a while since the old City God got promoted, right?"

The City God hadn't expected Yan Xia to suddenly bring this up, and he was also confused. He said, "I'm over three hundred years old, and I don't have much ability to be promoted. I just want to do my job well and steadily."

He was still haunted by the capture of the remnants of the Southern Dynasty some time ago, and he did not seek any merit, but only wanted to avoid any mistakes.

Yan Xia said: "I have some tricks."

The old City God was startled. He took a deep breath and sat down on the small table. He immediately asked the little ghost to bring a plate of mixed fruits and asked indirectly, "Shang Zhen, may I ask what the relationship is?"

"Do you know Crown Prince Li Jiancheng, nicknamed Bishamon?"

"This, this is something I naturally know. Could it be that Shang Zhen has a relationship with the Crown Prince?"

Unlike the celestial officials, the earthly gods could be influenced by the mortal court. The capital's city gods, who presided over all the city gods, were closely connected to the emperor's ancestral temples, unlike the immortals who were detached from the mundane world.

Yanxia stopped talking and just held the old man down.

The old city god felt itchy after being hung up, so he quickly asked the little ghost to replace the original fruit plate with a plate of lychees produced in Lingnan and a pot of Wuyi Mountain spring tea.

Yan Xia then slowly said, "I have a Buddha bone relic here, which should be left by the Bodhisattva. Do you understand?"

She took out the box and opened it, and saw that it was indeed a round, shining relic.

Such good quality is rare in the world. If it is seen by Buddhists, they will definitely regard it as a treasure.

The City God hesitated.

Everyone knew that Crown Prince Li Jiancheng was close to Buddhism and was favored. If he had given someone a top-grade relic in his dream, then there would have been no problem for the crown prince to speak well of him at the ancestral temple.

Don't underestimate these words. The old ghosts in the temple will be able to hear them. At the ghost and god banquet, they will intentionally or unintentionally tell the City God that a virtuous City God has appeared in Cangzhou.

This is a favor-based business.

The old city god hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Sir, I really don't have a hundred thousand gold coins. I really can't take this out."

"so......"

"Can you give me a discount?"

Donghuang suddenly has a jade talisman: Chapter 105 [Golden Coins Falling to the Ground, Clouds Reveal the Truth]

An Yanxia estimated the price in her mind while maintaining control. Thirty thousand would be best, but if not, she could always lower it.

After all, she is really short of money now.

Although Yan Xia thought so in her heart, she did not waver in her appearance and asked, "How much can you give?"

The old city god asked tentatively, "How about fifty thousand gold coins?"

An Yanxia: "Hmm?"

The old city god immediately changed his tone and said, "Too low! Too low! Sixty thousand gold coins."

An Yanxia looked at the old man.

What kind of corrupt official?!

So good at making money?

Yanxia thought again. She could earn 6,000 gold coins from the plague in October. How much could this old City God earn after being in office for 300 years?

Some people suffer, others prosper. Three hundred years is a historical cycle. I don't know how many disasters there have been, I really don't dare to think about it.

When the old City God saw Yan Xia put down the wooden box, he immediately smiled and said, "Shang Zhen, I don't have much money for incense offerings, so I need to collect it from all sides. Please allow me to take some time to deliver the money to you in batches."

Yan Xia was stunned. This was payment in installments.

Just pay it in installments, she has made a lot of money anyway.

After saying that, the old city god first asked the little ghost to bring the box and gave a deposit of eight thousand gold coins on the spot.

This is the manifestation of incense and money in the Dharma Realm, but in essence it is still incense, not really packed in a box.

Yanxia chanted a spell, turned the box into the size of a palm, and threw it into her sleeve.

There was a loud bang and eight thousand gold coins fell to the ground from her treasury.

After getting the money, An Yanxia left the City God Realm and returned to Qing'anju.

When I came back, I saw the sunset.

She didn't stay in the City God's realm for long, but time passed very quickly in the human world. When she opened her eyes, half a day had passed and it was already afternoon.

An Yanxia wanted to find Yu Qinghuai to discuss the matter of refining the soldiers, so she went all the way to the City God Temple.

When I arrived outside the City God Temple, I saw from afar Yu Qinghuai stuffing a few steamed buns into the hands of a figure in front of the door.

Yu Qinghuai approached, and Yan Xia asked curiously, "Did you encounter a beggar?"

"He's a monk from the south. He seems to have no money and has been begging for alms along the way. I think there are quite a few of them."

The temple girl briefly described the monk's appearance and accent.

He was indeed a monk from another place, and his accent was very different from that of Cangzhou.

"There are so many monks this year." Yanxia sighed for no reason.

First, in autumn, when Li Jiancheng passed by, a group of monks came. Then in winter, another group of monks came.

It is common to see monks begging and running around, but there are not many groups of people farming in the wild.

Yan Xia didn't delve into it and asked, "I've already dealt with the money issue. I still need to find a blessed land where I can cultivate my demons and gather my soldiers."

Yu Qinghuai was surprised to hear that this was resolved, and asked, "Senior, you didn't do anything bad, did you?"

She was worried that An Yanxia was blackmailing the gods of various places.

When the God of Plague passed through, the various gods on earth did not receive any incense offerings, and they all had some grudges against An Yanxia.

Yu Qinghuai was worried that An Yanxia would be ostracized by others.

"Do I look like a bully?"

Yanxia was puzzled. Why did everyone think she was not a good person?

After wondering, she thought again: Oh, right, why did I forget to blackmail the various gods?

She had already fabricated the charges: being negligent in allowing the plague ghost to run rampant, and allowing the wizard to do evil and do nothing.

But now that the 60,000 gold coins were about to arrive, she also looked down on the petty profits of the mountain gods and the land gods, and did not frame them anymore.

Seeing Yan Xia's calm demeanor, Yu Qinghuai breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If you want to cultivate rampant soldiers, you really should find a blessed land."

This blessed place needs to be put in quotation marks, and the Changbing needs to use Sha, which means that you have to find a place with Sha energy to train the Changbing.

Yan Xia was already prepared and said, "Let's go to the governor's office to practice."

There are official evil spirits in the yamen and blood evil spirits in the prisons. Anyway, they can all be used to train rampant soldiers.