In the tenth year of the strange recovery, the country promulgated the "Regulations on the Management of the Establishment of Gods"——
Gods who are programmed are good gods.
Chen Jiu, who failed the public examination three times, applied for the coldest position on the Internet: a non-staff temple blessing at the City God's Temple.
I came first in the written examination, and on the day of the interview, the examiner was Cheng Huang himself.
"We don't retire here."
"There is only sacrifice and reassignment."
The first day on the job: There are three streets in the jurisdiction, one priest in the establishment, zero incense, and a salary of Ming coins.
Until Chen Jiu discovered that what he signed was a "double registration of yin and yang" - the living did the work in the yang world, and the dead took care of the accounts in the underworld.
The man who has been knocking on the door for three days under the manhole cover must be dealt with; the drowned ghost who has not been registered for forty years must be dealt with; the yellow man who has been in Taoism for a hundred years wants to be affiliated with the establishment, he must be tried; even the beautiful captain of the Jing'an Department must be treated if he is found guilty.
Incense is accumulated bit by bit, and the organization is upgraded level by level.
Until one day, the God of the Abyss looked down at the human world from across the border and saw the golden city wall formed by billions of incense——
A young man in uniform stood on the wall, waving his work ID at it:
"Check it out."
"Do you have a plan?"
