After moving some useless things on the altar, the old Taoist rummaged through the boxes and found a few moldy bamboo sticks and two red candles that were burned beyond recognition.

Lighting candles and bamboo sticks incense were inserted into the incense burner on the altar. After fiddling, the old Taoist priest looked up at Yang Shixuan and nodded, "You are ready, will you start now?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Shixuan rolled his eyes, took out a red thread from his pocket, tied one end to the corner of the altar, and then walked around him, then handed the other end to the old Taoist priest, then pointed to the gate of the temple and said, "Go out and chant mantras, otherwise you will really have retribution or something, and you won't be able to escape!"

The old Taoist priest took the red rope, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Yang Shixuan with disbelief, and said in surprise: "The red rope of cause and effect...what sect do you have a disciple from which sect?!"

"You want to care?" Yang Shixuan glared and urged: "Go out quickly, with your back to the gate. No matter what happens later, if you dare to look back, go back and prepare your funeral for yourself!"

The old Taoist priest's heart trembled, but he still pulled the red rope and left the temple. The door that had just been opened was closed heavily by him again.

Just two seconds after the old Taoist priest left the house, Yang Shixuan slid out of the red rope like a loach. He found a small tablet from somewhere and hung it on the straightened red rope.

It was not until this time that Yang Shixuan turned his head and shouted out of the door: "It's all done, and it's time to start."

"Ring...Ring...Ring..." The old Taoist priest outside the door didn't think much about it, took out the Sanqing bell for eating, and then swayed it outside the door, which was very rhythmic.

Yang Shixuan was not idle either. He waved his waist and twelve large iron nails coated with cinnabar appeared in the palm of his hand. After looking around, he quickly threw the iron nails out. The twelve iron nails were all nailed to the paint-de-painted wooden pillars in the temple.

With his hands flying and seals, the twelve iron nails actually lit up a hazy red light, as if the twelve light bulbs were lit, extremely strange.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest outside the door also recited a spell in a clear voice, and he only heard him sing: "The city god of this county, the upright god, is in charge of the underworld and commands the Yin soldiers. I am now pious and please come here to resolve doubts and dissect doubts, and divide them. I am the Supreme Lord, and I am urgent and as the law is in accordance with the law!"

"Shuh~!" As soon as the old Taoist priest's chanting sound fell, the red rope he pulled out suddenly lit up, and it shone with the red light emitted by the twelve iron nails in the temple, making the entire City God Temple seem to be covered with a mysterious and strange aura.

The old Taoist priest had no idea what happened after he recited the mantra. Just when he finished reciting the mantra, he was about to ask Yang Shixuan when he would give money. After Yang Shixuan escaped from the shell, the small tablet hanging on the red rope released a strong current...

"Ah..." The old Taoist priest outside the door was not able to speak, but was screaming out instantly by the current. Then he fell down straight, twitching all over, but his body was not in danger of life.

At the same time, in the temple, the red light emitted by the twelve iron nails was attracted by some strange force and began to quickly gather at the crack behind the plaque above the City God statue. Soon, a ball condensed behind the plaque, sealing the entire crack.

And the initiator of all this, Yang Shixuan, looked at it all with a little dumbfounded moment. After a moment, he said to himself: "The Twelve God-Locking Nails are worthy of being the master's magic weapon left by his master. It's a pity that he can only use it once."

While shaking his head, Yang Shixuan jumped and jumped directly onto the altar, climbed up on the statue of the City God, and finally stood on the head of the statue of the City God God, and took out a small piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing from his pocket, held it in his hand and kissed it hard, "It depends on you whether it is life or death!"

"Pa~!" He raised his hand and put a small piece of paper on the plaque with a "pa". After doing all this, Yang Shixuan quickly jumped off from it, not even the twelve iron nails. In a hurry, he looked back at the crack with red light, then opened the door, picked up the old Taoist priest on the ground, and escaped from the City God Temple. He was like a wind at his feet, and the speed was so fast!

Not long after Yang Shixuan ran away, the red light slowly dimmed in the crack above the plaque. After a while, the red light disappeared, but a green light lit up.

A middle-aged man's deep voice sounded from the City God Temple, "City God is here~ Who is the noisy here? Why don't you show up and kneel down quickly?!"

In a moment, the entire temple completely turned into another appearance. The green light column quickly swept across the temple like a lantern. The yamen runners holding wooden sticks and iron chains, wearing black gauze hats, green official uniforms, leather-in-law belts, and civil and military judges holding black and red two-color judge pens appeared in the City God Temple one after another.

Above the court, the originally inconspicuous black plaque was also completely renewed, and no one noticed that the paper, as thin as a cicada's wing, disappeared directly on the plaque at the moment when the plaque changed, and disappeared without realizing it...

Guo Xinyao, the city god of Wuhong County, sat steadily on the black official chair, looking around the scene above the court, and was immediately furious, "Who dares to tease me? It's so courageous!!!"

At this moment, the courageous guy had already escaped into a taxi and returned to Wuhong County County with the unconscious old Taoist priest.

Guo Xinyao didn't know that he was not only fooled, but also got tricked.

Because the piece of paper posted by Yang Shixuan on the plaque was written on it, which was a memorial for him to seek official positions in a standard form...

On that piece of paper, Yang Shixuan's deceased master wrote this content on it:

"Yang Shixuan, a native of Wuhong County, Kangba City, Nanhu Province, died at the 7th hour of the 7th month of the seventh month of the 18624th year of Tianli. He accumulated virtue and performed good deeds during his lifetime, and had three virtues and nine virtues. According to the law, he should be promoted to the lower realm god. He is now in the Wuhong County City God Temple waiting for the promotion and official documents. The Wuhong County City God Yamen Express Report Department has temporarily been short of one official. I am willing to keep this dead soul in Wuhong County and ask the immortal to verify and verify it."

The signature on that piece of paper is "Guo Xinyao, the city god of Wuhong County, Kangba City, Nanhu Province."

If Guo Xinyao still has memories, he will definitely remember that when he attended a fairy and god gathering a few months ago, the official seal he carried with him had left a mark on a transaction certificate... A good show that was hiding the world and spreading the sea began.
Chapter completed!