At night, the Ren family town was brightly lit, and it was no longer as quiet as before.
Under the leadership of the security team and the assistance of Ninth Uncle's two disciples, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, all the adult strong men in the town were gathered. Each of them had two corpse suppression talismans and held torches in their hands. They walked back and forth in groups on the streets and alleys.
This group of brawny men was divided into two groups. One group was patrolling in the first half of the night, and the other was patrolling in the second half of the night. This ensured that there were people patrolling everywhere.
It was also because of this that the ghosts that were originally hiding in Ren Town all fled in all directions. The wild ghosts outside did not dare to approach.
As a result, during the past few days, no wandering ghosts had come to Su Mo's Yin-Yang Transfer Station at night.
"Sigh, you brought this upon yourself."
Su Mo bitterly smiled and shook his head. His Essence Soul sat cross-legged in his sea of consciousness, and he held a talisman pen in his hand as he quickly drew out talismans on the table.
Even with the help of the system, he could not fall behind in his cultivation.
In fact, Su Mo was even more inclined to rely on cultivation to increase his realm. This way, he would feel more at ease with the power he obtained.
There were two paths to cultivation for the people of Dao Sect.
The first was the path of inner core, which emphasized opening the furnace to refine medicine and swallowing the golden core. The ancient emperors basically walked the path of inner core.
However, the elixir contained immortal essence, but it also contained lead, mercury, and mercury, which were also highly toxic. Although the ancient emperors were noble, they did not cultivate the corresponding Taoist methods. They only knew how to eat the golden elixir randomly.
As time passed, before they could rely on Jindan to become immortals, the poison had already erupted in their bodies, and they naturally died.
The other path was the path of external elixirs.
This was a technique passed down from the Qi Practitioners of the ancient times. It focused on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, storing Qi in the body, refining the physical body, cleansing the soul, and finally passing the Thunder Tribulation to achieve the Dao of Heaven Immortal, immortality, and freedom.
Su Mo cultivated the path of External Elixirs.
In fact, there was a third way, which was to benefit a region, absorb incense, and then receive the title of the current emperor, becoming a local god.
However, incense contained the aspirations of all living beings. Absorbing incense was equivalent to carrying the aspirations of all living beings on one's own shoulders.
Once the people in the area moved away or all died, the Earth God would gradually weaken and eventually disappear.
Su Mo held his breath as he multitasked.
He was cultivating the Mao Mountain Enchanted Talisman Encyclopedia in his hands while he was secretly circulating the Deed of Thorough Comprehension in his heart.
Unknowingly, it was already late at night.
At some point, Su Mo had stopped drawing talismans, and a blurry shadow walked out of his body and appeared under the light.
This was Su Mo's origin soul!
In front of him, a man dressed in an ancient official robe and wearing a tall hat stood in front of the door. He held a blue iron chain in his left hand and a mournful staff in his right, and he looked at Su Mo with respect.
"I'm Situ Wang Yongren of the Soul Seizing Division. Greetings, Master Su of Mao Mountain!”The man slightly bowed at Su Mo.
Mao Mountain was one of the top sects of the righteous path, so even people from the Netherworld had to treat Mao Mountain's legacy disciples with courtesy.
"Soul Reaper Agency?" Su Mo raised his eyebrows." The Soul Beguiling Division is responsible for capturing souls and ghosts. Only those who have reached the end of their lives but are still alive will attract your attention and forcefully capture their souls into the underworld. I still have 160 years left to live. Why is Wang Situ looking for me now?”
There were eight divisions in the underworld, namely, the Soul Hooking Division, the Soul Crossing Division, the Evil Punishment Division, the Good Reward Division, the Money Seal Division, the Patrol Division, the Military and Military Division, and the Command Division.
Each division was responsible for different tasks.
As for lifespan, it was naturally very easy for large sects like Mao Mountain to check the lifespan of their disciples in the Life and Death Book.
"Mr. Su, please don't misunderstand. I'm not here to capture you. Moreover, even if I were to capture you, a Mao Mountain true disciple like you wouldn't let a small fry like me do it.”
"It's because you've been ferrying souls," Wang Yongren quickly explained.”
"Ferrying souls?" Su Mo looked at the paper horses in the room and understood.
"That's right." Wang Yongren nodded. If an ordinary person was lucky enough to ferry a soul, they would be able to record it in the Yin De account of the netherworld. If they were guilty, they would be able to offset their sins, and if they were innocent, they would be able to increase their longevity.”
"Recently, you have ferried dozens of souls in a row, so Shangguan ordered me to lead your souls to the underworld and give you the official position of the Soul Ferrying Bureau.”
The Soul Crossing Bureau was one of the eight departments of the underworld. It was a place that was specially in charge of soul ferrying and reincarnation.
Living people were granted official positions in the netherworld. This had happened since ancient times.
The most famous one was Bao Zheng, who solved cases during the day and interrogated ghosts at night.
And many large orthodox sects would usually arrange for their disciples to hold an official position in the netherworld.
Because Su Mo had just left the mountain, and the current sect master of Mao Mountain had been in seclusion, the matter of the position of the Yin Cao had not been mentioned.
"Then please lead the way." This was a good thing, so Su Mo did not reject it.
"The Dark Horse is ready."
Wang Yongsheng walked to the door. Behind him, there was already a steed with four hooves burning with green flames. Around the steed stood six messengers of death dressed in police uniforms and holding iron chains and mourning sticks.
"Sir, please get on the horse."
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