The Hidden Immortal Chapter 84: Dead Soldiers and Merit

On the west side of the capital city.

The plaque of the Kyoto City God Temple hung above the lintel, and the vermilion gates studded with eighty-one copper nails were wide open.

Pilgrims ca and went in an endless stream. Inside the hall, the City God's golden statue had a face like purple crabapple, wearing a scarlet official robe and holding a jade tablet.

On both sides stood the Magistrates and Impermanence envoys, their expressions majestic and stern.

A tremor in the golden statue, unfelt by the common people, was followed by a low shout, "A court official with great rit has perished. Civil Magistrate, go there personally."

A Civil Magistrate wearing a cyan official robe appeared. He was half a head taller than the Civil Magistrate of Zhangnan County, and his facial features and body were distinct and clear.

Taking the image of a middle-aged man, holding a Magistrate's brush in one hand and a Book of Rewards and Punishnts in the other, he bowed to the City God's golden statue, "Orders received!"

In the Minister of Revenue's mansion, the guards, dead soldiers, and assassins had fought red-eyed; no one held back.

Even though the other side had more first-rank martial artists, having one killed by Chu Xun first and being intimidated by his aura ant they were lucky to exert sixty or seventy percent of their strength.

Soon, both sides were dead or injured.

Chu Xun watched with gloomy eyes. He could save them, but he couldn't.

Because saving these people would an more people dying.

He even wondered if things would be better if Huan'er hadn't brought out that national policy back then.

Maybe it would be better.

Maybe... the Jing Kingdom would completely perish, and the people would once again be displaced by war.

Mortals were lowly; being able to live a few decades of good days was already a great fortune.

A loud shout reached his ears, "Liang Dong, I'll go first."

"Brother Zhiyuan, wait a mont, I'm coming!"

Two first-rank dead soldier martial artists successively fought to the death, trading blows with their opponents and striking at each other's hearts.

Bang—

Amidst the loud noise, a mist of blood burst from their chests, and they spat out mouthfuls of blood mixed with organ fragnts.

As they fell, they looked at Tang Shijun's corpse still standing in front of the door.

Their murmurs ca from the bottom of their hearts.

"In this life, we did not fail the Lord's trust."

Once, both of them were orphans, with no food to eat and no clothes to wear, running around bare-bottod in Fenggu City.

They had no nas, not even knowing how old they were.

Like rats in a gutter, they lived by picking up others' leftovers and slop everywhere.

No one treated them as human beings. Even four or five-year-old children would point at their noses and laugh, cursing, "You're beasts! Shaless beasts who eat dog shit!"

They didn't dare to talk back. When hit by stones, they could only hold their heads and run away.

Only when they ran back to a place no one cared about did they grab the dirt on the ground and haphazardly cover the wounds on their heads, faces, and bodies.

Dazed, they didn't know what they could do in this life.

Until one day, a man full of arrogance stepped down from a sedan chair.

He had his attendants drive away those children, and then had soone bring so food.

"With sound limbs, why are you in such a sorry state?"

"n of my Jing Kingdom should stand indomitable. How can you live in this world like stray dogs!"

"After filling your stomachs and standing up, do not bow and scrape like this anymore!"

The man was about to leave after speaking, but after taking a few steps, he turned back and asked, "Do you two have nas?"

The two were full of bewildernt. They had no nas, only being called beasts, wild dogs, rats, and the like.

The man thought for a mont and said, "From today on, you will be called Liang Dong and Zhiyuan."

His voice softened a bit, "Now that you have nas, you must be upright people."

The two looked at each other, then looked down at the stead buns and at in their hands.

In this life, they had nas.

In this life, they were treated as human beings for the first ti.

The two chased after the sedan chair without any hesitation.

For no other reason than that one day, this man who gave them stead buns and nas might have a use for them.

Even if it ant death, they were willing.

For this day, they willingly took drugs that could make their cultivation skyrocket but would drastically shorten their lifespans.

Watching the two first-rank dead soldier martial artists fall, Chu Xun sighed softly.

It was a pity. If these people didn't die here, it would arouse suspicion.

Lord Tang was dead. If they, as guards and dead soldiers, were still alive, it would an they didn't do their best, and it would also an Tang Shijun's death was suspicious.

The maids and servants of the Minister's mansion had long been sent away with the family mbers.

Chu Xun looked at the only surviving guard and released the water rope.

The guard regained his freedom and gasped for air.

He looked up at Chu Xun, still gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, but did not attack imdiately. Instead, he asked in a deep voice, "What exactly did you an just now when you said the Lord died for the country and the people?"

Chu Xun looked at him and said, "I cannot tell you this matter. If you ask again, you will also have to die."

The guard indeed did not ask again. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but he knew he couldn't get the answer.

However, the look in his eyes when he looked at Tang Shijun was full of sorrow.

He suddenly swung his sword to chop at his own neck. The person he admired most in his life was dead, yet as a personal guard, he could only watch helplessly.

What was the point of keeping such a life?

It would be better to follow the Lord, just like Liang Dong and Zhiyuan.

A water rope pulled his hand. The blade made a small cut on his neck, and blood flowed out.

A gentle voice ca to his ear, "Lord Tang spent his life working for the country and the people. He offended too many people, and it is inevitable that he will be hated by others after his death."

"If you die now, it is aningless. It would be better to be a tomb keeper, guarding Lord Tang's tomb to prevent it from being destroyed by villains."

The square-faced guard stared blankly at Chu Xun. A tomb keeper?

Chu Xun did not persuade him anymore. Leaving one person alive was because he really couldn't bear it.

But if the other party insisted on dying, there was nothing he could do.

Chu Xun's heart stirred, and he turned to look to the southwest.

He saw the Civil Magistrate wearing a cyan official robe had already arrived, followed by several underworld envoys.

The resentful souls in the courtyard had already drilled out of their physical bodies.

The Civil Magistrate glanced at them and didn't care.

He didn't need to intervene with such resentful souls; the underworld envoys would naturally use black chains and hooks to catch them and take them to the underworld.

After verifying their good and evil deeds, it would be decided whether they would suffer in hell or enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The Civil Magistrate had only one purpose for this trip.

Even seeing Chu Xun, he wasn't too surprised.

Although both were Civil Magistrates, he belonged to the City God Temple of the capital city. Just in terms of conferred rank, he was even higher than a County City God.

Including strength, there was a world of difference.

So upon seeing Chu Xun, the Civil Magistrate only said, "I have co to invite the person of great rit back to the underworld."

After saying that, he faced Tang Shijun and moved the Magistrate's brush in his hand.

"Tang Shijun, your lifespan in the living world has ended. You possess great rit. Co with to the underworld."

From the straight corpse, a soul surrounded by golden light detached itself.

It wasn't as bewildered as other people's souls; instead, it was very clear-headed.

Seeing Chu Xun, the Civil Magistrate, and the underworld envoys, Tang Shijun wasn't too surprised.

He just glanced at the corpses of Liang Dong and Zhiyuan and sighed slightly.

The souls of these two had also left their bodies, but they were muddle-headed.

Seeing an underworld envoy holding a black chain and hook walking towards the two souls, Tang Shijun cupped his hands to the Civil Magistrate and said, "These two have never done bad things in their lives. I can vouch for them."

The Civil Magistrate gave him face, nodded, and ordered the underworld envoy, "Do not be impolite. Just invite them back."

The underworld envoy didn't use the hook anymore, only swinging the black chain to wrap around the two souls, dragging them towards the direction of the City God Temple.

Tang Shijun then looked at Chu Xun, cupped his hands, and said, "We et again."

Chu Xun sighed, "Yes, it's a pity it's not the way I wanted."

Chu Xun looked at the Civil Magistrate and asked, "May I ask how a person of rit like Lord Tang will be handled after entering the underworld?"

"A person of rit will naturally reincarnate into a good family. This is common sense," the Civil Magistrate said. "If the Lord City God is willing, he can also serve as an official in the underworld."

[End of Chapter]