Gods of the Nation: You worship the God of Longevity, I worship the King of Hell!

Chapter 82 The Real Secret Behind Tianfa's Murderous Intent! Snatching Food from a Tiger's Mouth!!

"Brother Zhu, why are you being so polite!"

Old Yama didn't consider himself an outsider at all.

He plopped down on the prayer mat.

With a flick of his wrist, he produced a black jade gourd.

"Brother Zhu, come, come, I've brought some fine wine with me today, let's have a taste."

The wine poured from the gourd shimmered and glowed, with wisps of purplish-blue flames swirling around it.

"Azure Flame Wine!" Zhu Tianlin, the Western Plague Envoy, immediately recognized the wine, his eyes shining brightly. It turned out he was also an old drunkard.

He flashed by and was already sitting opposite the old Yama.

After taking the wine glass, he first brought it close to his nose and smelled it.

A wonderful fragrance wafted into my nostrils, instantly invigorating me!

He then drank it all in one gulp.

His expression was one of pure joy, and he felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

"Good wine, good wine!" Zhu Tianlin exclaimed. "Lord Yama, it is said that this wine is made from the rootless water deep in the underworld, combined with eighty-one kinds of underworld materials such as ten-thousand-year-old datura. It is extremely rare!"
"Brother, why are you being so generous today, treating your brother to such fine wine!"

"I'm glad you like it, brother. Come on, have another drink!"

Zhu Tianlin raised his cup and drank again: "This is truly a rare and excellent wine! By the way, Lord Yan, why aren't you drinking?"

"Hehe... I can't afford it. You drink, you drink!"

He then reached for another glass of wine.

But this time, Zhu Tianlin reached out and covered the rim of the cup, looking at the old Yama with a half-smile: "Your Majesty, you don't come to the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. You must have something to teach me today, right?"

"Brother, you're joking. We've known each other for so long. What's wrong with me coming to have a drink with you? Come on, let's drink some more."

Zhu Tianlin didn't reply, but continued to look at Him.

Yan Jun chuckled twice before putting down his wine gourd: "Indeed, I can't hide it from Brother Zhu. I did come here today because I have something I'd like to ask for your help with."

"You want my help?" Zhu Tianlin was taken aback, then chuckled and said, "Lord Yama, you are the King of the Underworld, and I am the guardian deity of the Plague Department. We usually have a clear division of labor. If we're talking about asking for help, it should be me asking you. Why is it the other way around today?"

The old Yama stroked his beard and smiled: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, fortunes always turn in turn."

Zhu Tianlin raised his glass in a gesture of respect: "Then, I'd like to hear the details."

The old Yama King said solemnly, "To tell you the truth, during this period, I have taken in a half-adopted son in the mortal world. This child is unruly and recently took on a job to cure the sick and save lives, but he ended up coming to me for help."

"Heal the sick and save lives?" Zhu Tianlin couldn't help but chuckle. "Brother, have you come to the wrong place? If you want to heal the sick and save lives, why don't you go to the many medicine immortals and come to me, a plague god who spreads plagues?"

“Brother, you may not know this, but I see that the lesions of that disease are exactly the work of your [Plague Department].

King Yama abruptly changed the subject, getting straight to the point: "Alright, I won't beat around the bush with you brothers. That person was the one who fell victim to your [Plague Department]'s Heavenly Killing Intent!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Tianlin's gaze turned icy, and the way he stared at the old Yama King instantly changed.

"Brother, are you trying to make fun of me? You should know the rules of the Plague Tribe."

"Oh, Brother Zhu, don't be angry. Come, come, let's have a drink first."

Old Yama flashed to Zhu Tianlin's side and personally poured him a full glass of wine.

Although Zhu Tianlin's face was cold, he still finished the wine in his cup.

Old Yama said with a forced smile, "Brother, how could I not know the rules of the Plague Department?"

For ordinary people, this is a death sentence from heaven.

For you, however, it is a means of cultivation, an act in accordance with the will of Heaven, and a way to enhance your cultivation... performance!
Yes, performance!

As the saying goes, blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents.

I know it will be inconvenient for me to bring this up.

But my...half-adopted son pleaded so earnestly that I couldn't refuse him. That's why I've come to visit, hoping you can see if there's any chance of a change in this matter.

Zhu Tianlin snorted coldly: "Since you understand the stakes involved, you should know that our Plague Department never jokes about such things, much less uses them as bargaining chips for exchanging favors."

This is like asking my brother to return to life as a mortal in my stead; my brother would have to think twice before doing so.
How can you not understand my difficulties?

The annual quota for this killing spree is determined by the Plague Emperor himself; how dare I, a mere protector, presume to act on my own?

"This……"

Of course, the old King Yama knew perfectly well what was going on.

Understand the stakes involved.

This is also why He and the God of Wealth share the same opinion.

The sections on plague and smallpox are quite different from the other sections.

Now, they are in charge of celestial punishments, which, to put it bluntly, means they do all the dirty and tiring work, much like the underworld.

Therefore, they do not rely on incense offerings, but have their own methods of cultivation.

However, initially, the Plague Division and the Smallpox Division were not so extreme.

It also protected peace on earth.

But time goes by.

Ordinary people only remember the "badness" of these two movies.

I can't remember their "goodness".

Over time, the incense offerings were completely cut off.

This forced the two departments to take this path.

"Heaven has sent out killing intent" has also become one of the two methods of cultivation.

Now, this kid Lu Chen wants the Plague Department to withdraw its killing intent from Tianfa. This is tantamount to snatching food from a tiger's mouth.

Of course, it's as difficult as climbing to heaven.

However, these are all secrets of the Heavenly Court.

Therefore, whether it is the God of Wealth or Himself.

They all tacitly agreed to remain silent about the inside story of this matter.

To avoid revealing heavenly secrets and needlessly incurring karmic consequences.

"Brother Zhu, is there really no way to make an exception?"

"If you wish to drink and reminisce, I will gladly accompany you; but if this is the matter at hand, please return."

After saying this, Zhu Tianlin swayed and entered the inner hall.

"That's like a dog, changing its mind faster than flipping through a book!"

Old Yama cursed inwardly, then reluctantly got up and left.

I already said there's only a 20% chance of winning... so there's no chance of an 80% chance.

"What a pity about that Azure Flame Wine, all wasted. You brat, I won't take your ten million for nothing!"

Just outside the palace gate.

The King of Hell was about to slip away.

But then a voice called out.

"Hey, Yama!"

King Yama paused, looked in the direction of the voice, and his face was once again filled with smiles. He clasped his hands in greeting and said, "So it's Brother Li."

The newcomer was a burly man with thick, red hair like cones; he was none other than Li Qi, the Southern Plague Envoy, one of the five Plague Envoys.

"King Yama, what brings you to the Nine Dragons Palace today?"

"Brother, you jest." Yama glanced back at Zhu Tianlin's palace.

Li Qi immediately understood: "Could it be that you, Lord Yama, came here specifically to find Tianlin?"

"No...that's not it."

"In that case, why don't you come and sit in my palace?"

The old Yama King's mind stirred slightly, and he immediately nodded: "Alright, let's go!"

In the blink of an eye, the two were sitting opposite each other in Li Qi's palace.

"Excellent wine! This Azure Flame Wine truly lives up to its reputation!"

Li Qi drank two cups in a row, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

"King Yama, what is it? Please tell me."

"Sigh, this is a troublesome matter, and it's also something that will offend your [Plague Department]."

"Oh?" Li Qi's interest was piqued even more: "I'd like to hear the details."

Yama then gave a brief account of the matter.

Sure enough, Li Qi's expression changed several times after hearing this, no longer as enthusiastic as before.

However, he was still a bit more polite than Zhu Tianlin.

"Lord Yama, if you go to Tianlin about this matter, aren't you just asking for trouble?"

"Well... brother, is there any way? Consider it a favor I owe you!"

Li Qi shook his head as well: "If it were any other task, I would help, but these people who harbor murderous intent are all chosen by the Star Lord himself, and I am truly powerless to do anything about it. If you insist on trying, brother, you might as well go directly to see the Star Lord, explain the situation, and see if the Star Lord will agree."

"This..." Yama chuckled awkwardly, "Brother, you jest. I am of lowly rank and have little influence. How could I dare to disturb Lord Star?"

"Then there's nothing I can do to help," Li Qi sighed.

"Sigh!" After being turned away twice, King Yama was also troubled. He sighed and said, "This kid really knows how to cause me trouble. He's really a nuisance!"

“Speaking of which,” Li Qi suddenly said, “I have something I don’t understand lately.”

"What is it? Brother, please speak freely."

"I don't know when a strange wind started blowing through the Three Realms, but everyone is vying to become sworn brothers with ordinary people."

To be honest, during this period, the God of Wealth of the Ministry of Finance also took in a sworn brother.

Guess what? This temple of the God of Wealth, which used to be even more deserted than our Plague Tribe, is now bustling with activity and incense burning brightly.

Immortals came and went in an endless stream; even the Water Deity of the Water Department visited in his dragon chariot.

It is said that this was all because of his sworn brother.

I thought it was just an isolated case, but it turns out you've also taken in an adopted son.

It truly opened my eyes.

"I wonder if your adopted son has brought you any benefits?"

As Li Qi spoke, he noticed the old Yama's strange expression and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong, Yama?"

The old Yama coughed lightly: "Brother, if I told you that there are currently several thousand mortals who worship me, would you... believe it or not?"

Li Qi was stunned for a moment, almost standing up: "You... what did you say?!"

　I finished writing it the next day.

　　The climax is about to begin!

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　　Let me polish it!

　　The Prefect's Chapter officially begins here!
　　
　
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