Xianghe

"My lord, these are the rosters of the Martial God Officers below the second rank under you, can you take a look?"

A young priest beside him handed Yuan Qinghui a roster, and his official uniform should be that of a tenth-rank young priest, and his appearance is also quite handsome, as far as appearance is concerned, he is not very old.

After ascending, his appearance will not change anymore, but his experience will still change. With the same white hair and childlike face, people like Si Wen will feel more stable and older than this little priest.

As soon as he turned around, Yuan Qinghui was already sitting in the Siwu Temple, with a thick stack of papers in front of him.

Under the guidance of that little priest, Yuan Qinghui arrived at his Siwu Temple.

so dark?

This was Yuan Qinghui's first feeling when he entered this palace.

The layout and specifications of the Siwu Temple are not particularly different from Siwen's Siwen Temple, except that the interior decorations are relief sculptures of some martial gods from the past, and they all look fierce. Yuan Qinghui was originally a Wenshen, so he didn't like it. This kind of decoration is not unacceptable.

But there is one thing that makes Yuan Qinghui feel very helpless, the whole building is black.Not only is the color black, but even the lights inside are too dark.

As soon as he entered, he had the illusion that he had entered some dark cave, and even if it was a cave, the cave of the ten thousand-year-old single old fox was no darker than this one.

Yuan Qinghui thought about it carefully, it turned out that it wasn't that the lights were not bright enough, but that there was no fireworks.

In order to welcome the new Siwu priest to take office, thousands of bright candles in the Siwu Temple have been lit long ago. The tall and magnificent temple should have been brightly lit, but in Yuan Qinghui's view, this place is not as good as the big fox The two candlesticks in the cave were brightly lit.

Yuan Qinghui was still a little uncomfortable when he sat on the main seat on the Siwu Temple.

The candles on both sides were quite bright, and he could see the memorial clearly, but he just felt that it was dark here.

Yuan Qinghui took the booklet handed over by Si Cong beside him, and the moment he opened it, he finally remembered something!

"Why are there no windows in this temple?"

Finally found the reason why the temple was dark even after lighting thousands of candles in broad daylight. Such a big Siwu Temple, he has no windows?

The whole building is painted black, and there are no windows. No matter how you look at it, it looks depressing. How did the previous Siwu Priest think about living in such a place?If he stays here for a longer time, he might be as dark as the Emperor of Heaven.

The little priest next to him came up to him and said, "My lord, the temples thousands of years ago had no windows."

Thousands of years ago, so the temple he lives in now is still the old heritage of thousands of years ago?

Yuan Qinghui rolled his eyes and threw the booklet away: "Don't read it, call all the people who can come here and tell them something important."

Yuan Qinghui snapped open the black folding fan in his hand, put it away with a snap, opened it again, and retracted it again.After doing this several times, I sighed slightly, this fan is quite strong.

This is the congratulatory gift that Si Wen just sent to him. The new Si Wu Shenguan succeeded to the throne, and all the officials from the Tiangong came to give him gifts. It's a pity that there is almost a warehouse full of congratulatory gifts, and there is currently no place to put them. .

Yuan Qinghui was sitting on the pile of congratulatory gifts, and didn't bother to worry about breaking those things. He opened and closed his new fan, shook his feet impatiently, and waited for someone.

At this time, he was unexpectedly good-tempered. He waited for half an hour on the pile of congratulatory gifts at the entrance of the Siwu Temple, but no one came.

Yuan Qinghui felt that his temper had improved a lot now. If Hu Sui dared to let him wait for him like this before, he would have given him a lot of trouble.

An hour later, several priests arrived.

From a distance away, Yuan Qinghui narrowed his eyes, and guessed what kind of official rank they were from the official uniforms on them.

A few sixth ranks followed by a few tenth ranks.

Yuan Qinghui snapped back the folding fan in his hand, and jumped off the pile of congratulatory gifts.

Pretentiously patted the golden thread on his body, wishing to show off the purple official uniform all over his body, put the "eunuch-like" hat on his head for a rare occasion, stretched out his hand to straighten himself, straightened himself up, and made himself look more like a A warrior, more bureaucratic.

Several priests Shi Shiran came to Yuan Qinghui and gave him a small gift casually.

Yuan Qinghui still squinted at the group of people without speaking, just stood there all the time, staring dangerously at the direction of Siwu Temple.

Seeing Yuan Qinghui ignoring them, the priests who came earlier stood there looking at each other, winking and winking at each other, but they didn't dare to speak or leave.

After a while, a few more priests came together, Yuan Qinghui squinted his eyes and took a look, yo, it's still a fifth grade, not bad, not bad, a bit bigger.

By the time almost everyone on the roster arrived, two hours had passed.

What is the concept of two hours, that is, Yuan Qinghui can circle the Tiangong ten times with the cloud.

Two hours passed, and there were still two people on the roster who did not come.

One is a second-rank Martial God, and the other is a fourth-rank minor god.

It's really strange, now that he has seen so many great priests, he dared to call the fourth-rank priests a small god. Back then, if he wanted to achieve that position, there was no one who would not be able to do it for thousands of years.

Ye Lingzi.

This is the name of the second rank official.

Jingchen, this is the fourth-rank martial arts character.

Yuan Qinghui silently wrote down the names of those two people.

Closing the folding fan with a snap, he took out the "roster roll" and smiled slightly, and said to the priests who had been standing for a long time, "Don't stand still, let's start working."

As soon as the words fell, there was commotion in the crowd looking at each other.

Yuan Qinghui watched the priests whispering to each other, and the smile on the corner of his mouth never stopped.

"The two priests who didn't come today are Ye Lingzi and Jingchen, right? Xiao Hualing, let's divide their jurisdiction between Xizhou Wraith Lingyuan and Nanlin Yanchi. It's just not peaceful there recently. These two Such a thoughtful adult must be able to do it."

As soon as these words came out, the whole crowd became restless again.

Some people had already arrived in front of the temple, while others were still standing where they were. Judging by their posture, they were quite critical of Yuan Qinghui.

Yuan Qinghui said again: "By the way, there are some things I have to tell you adults. I used to be a civil servant, and my mind is not as open-minded as you martial gods. When I was young, I did a lot of tricks and tricks. , but I don't want to use these methods on my most important subordinates now."

Yuan Qinghui pronounced the word subordinate very heavily.

As soon as the voice fell, the whole crowd fell silent.

Not long after, everyone rushed to the front of the temple, rolled up their sleeves and followed Yuan Qinghui's order - to rebuild the Siwu Temple.

This is the reason why these priests are unwilling to come. This is a temple, and the materials when it was built are also extraordinary. It cannot be dismantled with magic power. Even if Tiangong has special craftsmen, they have to eat some to dismantle the temple. Bitter, at this time, it is best to send these priests over.

Originally, under the order of the Priest Siwu, the people under him had to come no matter what, but Yuan Qinghui had just ascended, and they refused to obey Yuan Qinghui's arrangement, so it took so long for someone to come.

Of course, apart from the fact that Yuan Qinghui had just been promoted, it was also because Yuan Qinghui's background a hundred years ago was not very good. He was only a tenth-rank civil servant, and he had dealt with these guys before. Some people really despise him. I can see it clearly, and these people are so disobedient, they don't listen to their own words - before Yuan Qinghui came, all the martial gods listened to that Ye Lingzi.

If Lingzi Ye didn't come, they didn't dare to come.So none of them dared to act rashly. Originally, among the low-rank officials accompanying the Martial God Officer, there should be a second-rank official in charge and two third-rank officials to accompany him, but now they are assigned to Yuan Qinghui and dare to come to accompany him. There is only a tenth-rank junior military officer, so it is too much to look down on him.

But now it's different, he Yuan Qinghui came to sit in this seat, not to mention the best seat, he must sit the most comfortable for himself.

Dissatisfied with him?That's fine, just transfer them away, but they can't be transferred to a good place. The more remote and difficult it is to be a god, the more they have to go. After all, he doesn't have the ability to demote and remove the gods at will like the emperor of heaven. This kind of thing, but he can use the head to explain it.

The first thing to do was that Ye Lingzi. As for this Jingchen, Yuan Qinghui mobilized the few memories from a hundred years ago in his mind, and he remembered that this person had been sick all the time, not at all like him. A Valkyrie who always sticks with Ye Lingzi?

Coincidentally, after killing these two, the rest is easy to say.

He memorized all those who talked about him behind his back just now, facing the roster one by one. In the future, he will have plenty of time to clean up.

In the past two days, Yuan Qinghui has been staying in the Temple of Siwen because of the reconstruction of the Temple of Siwu. Maybe it is someone else's place that makes him restless and always dreaming at night.

Yuan Qinghui woke up again from his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a big face beside his bed, as if he had another nightmare.

"How did you get into Tiangong?"

The injury on the face of the big fox lying on the edge of the original bed watching him sleep has not healed yet, and it still looks like he has put on a lot of makeup.

But that's not the point, the point is, this is the Heavenly Palace, Hu Sui is a ten thousand year old monster, why can he come here?

Hu Sui smiled and crawled onto Yuan Qinghui's bed, and was about to explain——

"Go down."

Yuan Qinghui squinted his eyes and drove him out of bed.

Hu Sui slipped out of Yuan Qinghui's bed resentfully, squatted beside his bed, and regained his vitality after a while: "Isn't Benhu here to see you? It must be hard to think of you being hurt by love. Xiao Huihui, you recovered so quickly, how is it, I heard that you gave those martial gods a big blow today, and directly transferred their heads to Yanchi?"

No, no, these are small tricks. It is not as good as you, a big monster, who can touch the heavenly palace. You tell me first, and I will ban this road when I turn around.

Yuan Qinghui was about to open his mouth, but Hu Sui started to poo self-consciously again: "Oh, but it's true, without love, you can't lose your career, right? Xiao Huihui, you used to be very ambitious, just right Take advantage of this opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune, no, you have no chance to get promoted, any further promotion will be treasonous, ah, ah, let it go!"

Yuan Qinghui grabbed the big fox's unhidden tail and pulled it hard, forcing Hu Sui to scream uncontrollably, but then Hu Sui realized that this was the Heavenly Palace, or the heavily guarded Si Wenshen Temple, shouting loudly will attract gods, and immediately covered his mouth vigilantly.

But then, Yuan Qinghui pulled Hu Sui's tail and shouted: "Someone is here! There is a fox demon!"

Yuan Qinghui yelled neither light nor heavy, with a sinister look on his face, which instantly made Hu Sui panic. Hu Sui immediately stretched out his hand and pulled his tail vigorously. Yuan Qinghui didn't make it difficult for him and let go.

Not long after, the entire Siwen Temple was brightly lit and lively, and Hu Sui disappeared.

The entire Siwen Temple was filled with gongs and drums for a moment, making people in the middle of the night not sleepy at all.

Only then did Yuan Qinghui reveal a trace of a smile.

It's better to be lively and busy.

Get up tomorrow and slowly find a way to toss those disobedient subordinates.

Thinking of this, Yuan Qinghui also joined the team of "hunting down" the daring fox demon.