I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 87 He pulled out something bigger than yours

Judge Temple.

Xia Changfeng kicked the "swan egg" away, and by sheer accident, he broke open the door.

A scholar in blue robes stood behind the door, catching the "swan egg" steadily with both hands.

He smiled at Xia Changfeng and said, "This young lady has quite a temper."

His gaze then fell on Si Wuxie, and he said, "This doesn't seem like someone you trained."

Si Wuxie asked, "Why doesn't it look like it?"

Cui Jue said, "At the very least, that's not your taste."

Si Wuxie said, "Since I'm here to visit you, I should definitely bring something you like."

Cui Jue brazenly sized Xia Changfeng up and down, his unreserved gaze as if he were looking at a prostitute in a brothel, before criticizing, "His figure isn't great, but I like his temper... he's quite the feisty one."

Xia Changfeng just wanted to flip the tray of wine over his head, then gouge out his eyes, smash them, mix them with his watered-down brains, and pour them into his disgusting mouth, so that he would understand his own temper and see if he dared to say "Little Chili" again!

If he hadn't signed a contract with Si Wuxie, freeing himself from the control of this old fox, he would have done it long ago.

Cui Jue's mouth watered as he saw the wine jug held up by Xia Changfeng. He said, "Si Wuxie, you were absolutely right. I like strong wine, and I like spicy people. How about you give me both?"

Si Wuxie replied, "Of course the wine is for you, but as for the person... you can just look at them, I can't give them to you."

Cui Jue asked, "Why?"

Si Wuxie blinked. "Because when he pulls it out, it's bigger than yours."

Cui Jue: "...???"

Xia Changfeng: "...!!!"

Si Wuxie left the two men staring at each other and swaggered into the threshold of the Judge's Temple.

He knew this place like the back of his hand.

As they walked, he asked, "Cui Jue, what kind of plays have been performed on your stage lately?"

Xia Changfeng followed his footsteps, moving from one scene to another, until he reached the screen wall standing at the temple entrance, where he finally saw the main view of the Judge Temple—a large stage.

This stage is called "Dust and Fate Stage," where scenes of mortal life are constantly being performed. The two archways on the stage for entering and exiting are called "Gates of Cause and Effect."

All souls that drift from the Yellow Springs Road, Meng Po Bridge, and the River of Oblivion must re-enter the Gate of Cause and Effect and briefly review their previous lives on the Platform of Mortal Fate.

By this time, they had already drunk the Meng Po soup and remembered nothing. Everything that happened on the Dust and Fate Platform felt both strange and familiar to them.

They would laugh and cry, but after the joy and sorrow, everything would return to nothingness.

The purpose of the Dust-Covering Platform is not to help the deceased recall their past lives, but to have them put on a show for the judge.

The judge then determines their life's merits and karmic obstacles by comparing them with the Book of Merits, and only then can decide which of the major and minor hells under the rule of which ghost king they should be sent to for punishment.

This job can be summed up in two words: watching the show.

It sounds interesting at first, but after a while, it becomes even more boring than Meng Po making soup.

Cui Jue didn't have to stare at the stage every day, because the judgment in the merit book shouldn't be wrong in theory.

He only needs to focus on the more important figures in the world, who are basically those who have made their mark in history.

As for the others, one more or one less makes no difference; they are all just ordinary people, and there's no need to delve into their details.

Cui Jue said to Si Wuxie, "It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. You've just arrived at the main event."

There were no seats for the audience at the Dust Fate Stage, because Cui Jue was the only audience member on weekdays.

But opposite the Dust and Fate Platform, a courtroom was set up, where Cui Jue would sit behind the desk every day, watching the endless dramas of the mortal world unfold across from him.

He invited Si Wuxie and Xia Changfeng to sit on two chairs to the side.

Si Wuxie asked him, "So, in the case that Judge Cui is going to judge today, is the protagonist the emperor or the great general?"

Cui Jue chuckled. "None of those. If you want to see kings and generals, you should have come yesterday. Yesterday, there was a lovelorn daughter of a prime minister, waiting all alone on the Dust-Destiny Terrace for her beloved. According to her, he was a brave and skilled general..."

This young lady was in poor health, having been frail and sickly since childhood. She and the general were childhood sweethearts, deeply in love, and should have naturally become husband and wife. However, the general was conscripted to guard the frontier, and the two never saw each other again.

One winter, the young lady sent the winter clothes she had made along with a letter to the border. Before receiving a reply from the general, she fell ill and died before the spring of the following year. She did not know that after receiving the winter clothes she had sewn stitch by stitch, the general also died during a breakout on a snowy night.

Alas, the bones lie scattered by the river, yet they remain the object of dreams in the spring boudoir.

"Boring, just another boring story like this."

Si Wuxie didn't buy it. In his opinion, love and affection were all rather boring.

He asked, "Cui Jue, you just said there's another major event today. What's it about?"

Cui Jue said, "Today's play is not about kings and generals, but about talented scholars and beautiful women, the story of two families in a city. This city is called Huangliang City, and the two families are surnamed Ji and Yuan."

Si Wuxie was not in the mood, so he gave Xia Changfeng a look and signaled him to bring the wine up.

Then he echoed Cui Jue, saying, "Then why don't you tell me, what do you think of the Ji family? And what about the Yuan family?"