I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

The new emperor ascended the throne and announced to the world. read

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Luo Jing finally lifted the ban, and the people who had been holding back for a long time became busy again.

I didn’t go out to make a living for a month, and I don’t know how many people died of starvation. Anyway, the homeless and beggars on the streets disappeared.

Officials, big and small, are busier than the common people. The change of throne is an opportunity. The celebrities around His Majesty also need someone to give instructions. If they are good at fawning, they may be able to be ranked in the court.

There is another place in the capital that is busier than the officials who are promoting the future, and there are huge crowds of people.

Chunfeng Tower.

The commotion caused by Zhang Cheng's apotheosis was too great, and the purple energy that penetrated the sky and the earth was like the birth of a fairy described in a storybook.

Not to mention the people of Luojing, people in the surrounding counties, villages and towns could see the miracle with their own eyes.

Later, rumors spread out from nowhere, saying that a god really came to Luo Jing, known as the Old Man under the Moon, and was responsible for connecting men and women in the world.

The name of the true god has its origins. His name is Zhang Cheng, whose courtesy name is Zichang. He stays in Chunfeng Tower day and night. .

It's so detailed that no one can believe it. Who in this world would dare to pretend to be a god?

This is not a clay sculpture in a temple or Taoist temple, but a real living god.

Chunfeng Tower was full at once!

The visitor did not listen to the music or look at the girl. He lit three incense sticks and prayed. When he left, he gave the madam money and repeatedly told the god to keep it in his account when he came.

The new owner didn't dare accept the money and couldn't get it back, so he cast a pure gold statue of the god.

The statue of the god is exactly the same as Zhang Cheng. After all, the backer of the new owner is not a mortal, and it is rumored that he once had an affair with the god.

The statue of the god is erected in the Chunfeng Tower. Visitors no longer need to worship randomly. The silver is placed in the merit box and will be used to cast a throne for the gods in the future.

The girl in the building prays in the morning and evening every day, hoping that the old man under the moon can sign a good marriage, preferably a poor scholar who can win the first prize, or an infatuated noble son who has no regrets, and at the worst, a young and handsome rich businessman.

As a result, the first people to believe in Yue Lao became the girls in major hooks.

Old Man Yuexia is currently in Chunfeng Tower, transforming into a young gentleman, watching others offering incense to him.

Wisps of incense and thought power merged into Zhang Cheng's body, increasing his divine power.

In Zhang Cheng's eyes, many men and women in the building have marriage connections, but it's just too superficial.

"Brother Zhang, how do you feel?"

Cui Yuan smiled and said: "We have been the Dragon King of the East China Sea for so long, and we have only collected a few dragon cubs. The believers can't even reach Brother Zhang's hundred and one."

"Today is to celebrate Lao Zhou's promotion. Don't ask me to pay the bill again!"

Zhang Cheng snorted coldly and accidentally let this guy touch the sore spot and became the money bag for the checkout.

After two hundred years of wandering around Goulan, Zhang Cheng was always the one to blame for others, and was eventually pecked by the wild geese. However, thinking of those scenes and photos, he was helpless.

In the next ten thousand years, try not to meet Cui Yuan.

When Zhou Yi came, he saw Cui Yuan's proud smile, but Zhang Cheng's face was not as happy as a god.

"I've been waiting for a long time. It's my first day in office and I'm busy with things."

Yesterday, Zhou Yi received the transfer order, and the junior official of the Ministry of Finance, who had never been a high-ranking official, suddenly became the commander of the Demon Slaying Division.

It turned out that the commander made King Chu see that there was no hope for the throne and was defeated by Pei Yu's sword. He left a letter and traveled abroad.

Zhang Cheng's voice was neither yin nor yang: "Hey! Isn't this the Great Heavenly Lord? We grass-headed gods should wait."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "I also have a photo here, a version with my heartfelt words. Do you want to see it?"

Cui Yuan kept cheering, and in exchange he had a close-up close-up of his facial expressions.

"Sir, spare your life!"

Zhang Cheng repeatedly begged for mercy.

"Ha ha."

Chunfeng Tower suddenly burst into cheerful laughter. No one could have imagined that there would be three immortal gods in the ordinary Goulan.

After chatting for a while, we got to the point.

"Lao Zhang's identity has been exposed. The guy in the palace is very stingy. It's better not to show him in front of him."

Zhou Yi said: "The new land of Dashun is in need of people. Please go and sign the red line and multiply and multiply."

After White Lotus Evil Buddha entered the underworld, he saw that it was crude and rough, just like a grass-roots team, and he almost fell out on the spot.

Fortunately, the Six Soul Flags frightened him, and the yin and yang clones tried their best to deceive him, so the evil Buddha was left in the underworld.

Afterwards, he had many interactions with the Evil Buddha, and came into contact with the Wangchuan River many times. Zhou Yi somehow sensed that the number of human beings might be extremely important.

The intuition of a true immortal is often more accurate than the divination of heaven. Unfortunately, the evil Buddha is becoming more and more tight-lipped and cannot extract much useful information.

"no problem."

Zhang Cheng glanced at Cui Yuan and said: "Old Zhang, I prefer the outside world. The people there speak nice and are much more comfortable than Luo Jing!"

"The comfortable days are gone for a few years."

Cui Yuan shook his head and said: "A few days ago, the Demon Court pulled out Zizhu Island in the South China Sea and sent it to the Heavenly Palace to refine it into the East Heaven Gate. It won't be long before it will be sacrificed to heaven and ordered to command the world."

Zhou Yi said: "From now on, all we have to do is fight to the death."

"No need to fear death!"

Zhang Cheng suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Master Zhang will pay for all the expenses tonight!"

Wow!

There was a lot of noise among the guests, as the Chunfeng Tower was now very lively, and at least thousands of taels of silver were spent in one night.

Then there was an endless stream of people coming to toast, and Zhang Cheng refused to refuse anyone who came, and he was very arrogant.

"Lao Zhang, even if I am in despair, I cannot tolerate monsters and monsters ruining this colorful world!"

"Ten thousand years later, I will come again!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "It won't be called Goulan brothel at that time."

"What's that called?"

"Regular club!"

…

early morning.

Demon Slayer Palace.

Zhou Yi appeared in form, sat on the throne, and looked up at the plaque carved from the spirit wood.

"When you get the chance, grab that plaque and shine the light on the demon for me."

The demon clan cannot escape Zhou Yi's discernment, but most demons are caused by changes in people's hearts, and illegal powers can distinguish them.

The innate magical power of that plaque can see through any monster in the world, and the mirrors of inquiry are copied and refined in various places in Daqian.

There is a thick stack of official documents on the document, which is more than a foot thick. According to yesterday's experience, several more stacks will be sent in the future.

The Demon Slayer Division has branches spread across sixteen states and one hundred and twenty counties. There are too many things that require the commander to make decisions, and each one is of great importance.

Drawing circles at will and allowing permission. Losing command will make power less important. If the official document is sent out, it may be a disaster for the family and people.

The stagnation of King Chu's martial arts cultivation was closely related to this pile of official documents. It was not that he was addicted to power, but more that he was stuck in his responsibilities.

"Fortunately, Pindao is not alone!"

Zhou Yi flicked his finger, and the aura fell on the ground, transforming into dozens of mana clones.

Control the clone to open the official document, and dozens of messages are transmitted to the mind at the same time.

Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers and fed back the processing results. He also wrote on the official documents at the same time, processing dozens of them in an instant.

A crude martial artist would not even think about such a delicate method, but he would still obediently do it himself.

The scribe came in with new official documents in his arms. He was startled when he saw dozens of commanders standing on the left and right. He didn't know who to report to.

Zhou Yi sat in the front, meditating on the Soul-falling Bell, refining the elixir, and ignored the scribes.

A clone said: "Send it to me."

"Hey."

The scribe put down the careful official document, saluted all the commanders, and quickly exited, preparing to tell his colleagues about this strange incident.

There are dozens of people in the official office of the scribe, who are connected to various places in Daqian through communication instruments. After receiving the information, they are compiled into official documents and sent to Zhouyi for processing.

After five hundred years, the Demon Slayer Division has become as sophisticated as a machine, monitoring the demons and ghosts in the vast land.