infodatos Chapter 3 Merit Transformed into Holy Water? Meng Po Arrives with a Bowl
Chapter 3 Merit Transformed into Holy Water? Meng Po Arrives with a Bowl
The visitors were none other than Judge Wei and his good-for-nothing nephew, Wei Tong.
When Wei Tong saw Chu Jiang, he was furious. He had thought his uncle's connections would secure his entry into the Reincarnation Department, but Chu Jiang, this unexpected upstart, had snatched the job away.
Although he eventually managed to get a sinecure thanks to Judge Wei's machinations, he never swallowed his anger. He came with his uncle today specifically to see Chu Jiang's miserable state with his own eyes.
"Uncle, look at him, he's really going to fight this broken ship. A mortal soul is just a mortal soul, it's not worth mentioning." Wei Tong curled his lip, his face full of disdain.
Judge Wei strolled over with his hands behind his back, exuding official authority. He glanced at the Yellow Spring Spirit Boat beneath Chu Jiang, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by contempt. The spirit boat's radiance was restrained; in his eyes, it was nothing more than a novice magic weapon, not worth mentioning.
"Chu Jiang, you seem to have it easy. On your first day on the job, instead of properly guiding the souls of the dead, you're busy decorating this shabby boat. What are you trying to do?" Judge Wei demanded sternly.
Chu Jiang stowed the oars and glanced at him indifferently: "Judge Wei, I am ordered to ferry people here, and this boat is my livelihood. Is it wrong to make it as easy to use as possible?"
"Is it easier to use?"
Judge Wei seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, pointing at the boats on the Chu River and the surrounding water.
"Do you know that the boats at the Three Crossings Ferry are already registered and are about to be destroyed! Instead of using that broken boat properly, you've secretly replaced it with the Dharma Boat. Are you trying to defy the regulations of the Underworld?"
He's at it again, trying to label me.
Chu Jiang sneered inwardly. This old bastard was deliberately looking for trouble.
"Judge Wei, I'm new here and don't know any of the rules. I only know that since I'm in charge of ferrying people here, I have a responsibility to complete the task efficiently," Chu Jiang replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"What efficiency!" Judge Wei laughed angrily. "I'll put my words on this right now! This dubious magic boat of yours must be handed over! Considering this is your first offense, I'll give you three days to get back your original wrecked boat! Otherwise, I'll report you to King Yama and have you punished for possessing a magical treasure and violating the law!"
"Uncle, why waste words with him!" Wei Tong fanned the flames from the side. "In my opinion, we should arrest him now! A mere mortal dares to defy his superior!"
Judge Wei waved his hand, feigning magnanimity, and said, "A-Tong, forget it. Give him three days, let him die knowing why. Let's go, don't let this poor wretch tarnish our official robes."
The two exchanged words in unison, then laughed loudly and turned to leave, leaving behind an arrogant silhouette.
"Chu Jiang, I'll be waiting to see how you cry in three days!" Wei Tong turned around and made a gesture that made his soul fly away.
Chu Jiang watched their retreating figures, his eyes calm as still water.
three days?
Three days from now, it's still uncertain who will be laughing and crying.
……
For the next three days, Chu Jiang completely transformed into a workaholic, frantically ferrying people across the Nether River.
With his profound Taoist skills and three great magical treasures at his disposal, his efficiency in guiding the souls of the dead was frighteningly high.
Evil spirits would go weak at the sight of him, while benevolent souls would feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.
His cultivation level also skyrocketed during this process.
On the first day, the Ghost General achieved perfection.
The next day, he broke through to the Ghost King realm!
The underworld is divided into five ranks: Ghost Soldier, Ghost General, Ghost King, Ghost Commander, and Ghost Emperor. Each step represents a new level of power. Becoming a Ghost King means being a leader in the underworld, no longer a minor figure to be manipulated.
As his cultivation level increased, he became more adept at using the "Golden Light of Reincarnation." Wherever the golden light passed, the resentment in the river was swept away, becoming crystal clear and even emitting a faint sweetness.
His spirit boat in the underworld underwent a tremendous transformation under the nourishment of countless purifications and deliverances.
Mysterious reincarnation runes appeared on the ship's hull, radiating a soft, precious light. The Soul-Purifying Lamp at the bow shone as brightly as the sun, and all ghosts submitted to its light.
Most remarkably, the souls he guided, after being imbued with the golden light of reincarnation and the aura of the clear river water, experienced a significant improvement in their innate qualities and fortune in their next life when they entered reincarnation again.
The news spread like wildfire, and in an instant, countless souls from the entire underworld flocked to the Three Paths Ferry, willing to queue for hundreds of years just to ride a boat on the Chu River.
"Three days have passed."
Chu Jiang sent the last benevolent soul into the gate of reincarnation, and smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the prosperous scene he had created.
He returned to the bone house with a leisurely air, brewed a cup of fragrant tea made with his soul power, and waited for Judge Wei to arrive.
Sure enough, as soon as the appointed time arrived, Judge Wei and Wei Tong, along with two members of the enforcement team who were depicted as ox-headed and horse-faced, came in a menacing manner.
"Chu Jiang, the time has come! Have you gotten your broken boat back yet?" Wei Tong's loud voice rang out before he even arrived.
"If you don't change it, I'll make sure your soul is annihilated today, and you'll never be reincarnated!"
They bypassed the long queue and eagerly headed towards the ferry, ready to witness the tragic state of the Chu River.
However, the moment they saw the scene before them, everyone seemed to be frozen in the freezing cold of the Netherworld, and they were all petrified.
The expected scene of howling demons and overflowing resentment did not materialize at all.
In its place, a bustling ferry crossing, orderly and shrouded in ethereal light, has been transformed!
The river water was clear, the treasure boat shone brightly, and the rich spiritual energy of merit was almost tangible. Even the ox-headed and horse-faced demons who spent their lives in the Yin Sha lands felt their souls and bodies become refreshed and their cultivation advanced after taking a breath.
"What... what's going on?" A bull-headed man rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
"Hallucination! This must be a hallucination!" Wei Tong screamed, unable to accept the fact.
Judge Wei's face was also deathly pale, his lips trembling. He hurried forward, trying to touch the treasure ship, but was repelled by the golden light of merit emanating from its hull, forcing him to stagger back several steps. That immense and pure power told him that this was no illusion!
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible! Three days! In just three days, how could this garbage ferry crossing have turned into a blessed land?!" He muttered to himself, looking like a madman.
Chu Jiang, carrying a teacup, strolled over leisurely, took a sip, and then smiled, "Judge Wei, you've arrived. How was things at this ferry crossing? Did I manage it well?"
That nonchalant demeanor, in Judge Wei's eyes, was nothing short of blatant mockery.
"You... what kind of sorcery did you use!" Judge Wei pointed at Chu Jiang and roared, his voice fierce but his voice weak.
"Sorcery? Judge Wei, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want." Chu Jiang's eyes turned cold. "I've been faithfully performing my duties, purifying the underworld, and letting the souls of the dead rest in peace. Isn't that a great deed in the underworld? And you, without even asking any questions, accuse me of sorcery?"
"You..." Judge Wei was choked and speechless.
Just then, a clear and ancient voice, tinged with doubt, suddenly came from the distant Netherworld Path.
"Huh? Why does the wind on the River of the Underworld have a sweet smell today? Even the spider lilies by my Bridge of Helplessness have bloomed quite a bit."
Before the words were finished, a woman dressed in plain linen clothes, with an indistinct face but exuding compassion and dignity, slowly walked over, carrying an empty bowl.
It is Meng Po, who has guarded the Bridge of Helplessness for countless years, offering the forgotten souls of the dead!
She had come out of curiosity because the "Forgetful River Water" in the soup was unusually sweet today, but she was drawn to it by its exceptionally pure spiritual energy.
When she saw this clear stretch of river and the merit ship, even her usually calm eyes were filled with turbulent waves.
"Heavens! This is... holy water transformed from merit? This ship... is a treasure of acquired merit?" Meng Po's voice was filled with shock.
She saw through the essence of the changes at a glance, and looked intently at Chu Jiang, her eyes filled with inquiry and shock.
"Young man, is this strange phenomenon caused by you?" Meng Po stepped forward, nodded slightly to Chu Jiang, her voice carrying an ancient air, yet gentle and pleasant to the ear.
Chu Jiang put down his teacup and returned the greeting: "I am Chu Jiang, the ferryman of this place. I have met Meng Po. I was merely fulfilling my duty."
Seeing that even Meng Po was so polite to Chu Jiang, Judge Wei's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
He knew he was completely finished this time.
With Meng Po as a witness, not only will he be unable to harm Chu Jiang, but he may also be outmaneuvered for falsely accusing and suppressing his colleagues.
"Um... Meng Po is here, and I have official duties to attend to, so... I'll take my leave now!"
Judge Wei glared fiercely at Chu Jiang, then grabbed the dumbfounded Wei Tong and slunk away.
"stop!"
Chu Jiang suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it contained the pressure of a Ghost King Realm expert, making Judge Wei and Wei Tong feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Judge Wei stiffened, slowly turned around, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Lord Chu... what else do you require?"
Chu Jiang looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing a set of white teeth.
"Judge Wei, didn't you just say you were going to punish me for possessing a magical artifact and violating the rules?"
"What, you want to leave now?"