The world is without form, and reality is confusing.

Everything is impermanent, and it is both illusory and real.

...

Da Liang, a sprawling compound located not far from the banks of the Rouge River in the southeastern part of Kyoto's inner city.

The gate faces north, and outside the gate is a large open space with a large bluestone standing more than three meters high.

A large red character was written on the stone: "As long as the conditions permit and the time is ripe, everything can be evil.

Not many people in Kyoto know about this place: Da Liang, the Department of Suppressing Demons.

I don't know when he appeared, but he deals with demons and monsters day after day.

...

In the evening, a group of people wearing ragged black robes and blackened by smoke and fire tried to enter the city through the east gate of Kyoto just as it was about to close.

Looking at the crowd of people who looked like they were fleeing a famine, Wang Lao Jiu, a nine-level gate officer from the City Gate Inspection Department, waved his hand and let them pass.

The new recruit who joined today, Wang Laojiu's brother-in-law, was very puzzled and asked,

"Brother-in-law, how come these beggars are allowed in?"

Wang Lao Jiu's weather-beaten face suddenly became very ugly, and he quickly made a gesture to be quiet.

She glared at the younger brother of her second wife, and then respectfully watched more than twenty people enter the city.

The leader of this group was a middle-aged man wearing a white brocade robe and a pockmarked face.

But the white robe was already indistinguishable from its original color.

When entering the city, the middle-aged man in the brocade robe gave Wang Laojiu a cold look.

After the whole group had entered the city and disappeared at a southward intersection, Wang Laojiu let out a sigh of relief, and his nervousness slowly subsided.

Turning around, he slapped his brother-in-law and muttered a curse: "If you want to die, go die with your sister. Don't drag me into it."

My brother-in-law looked dissatisfied and full of youthful stubbornness, but he wanted to argue some more. Wang Laojiu interrupted and said, "You stupid idiot, didn't your sister tell you not to talk before you came? Go home."

After scolding, he kicked his brother-in-law out.

The rest of the soldiers were not surprised, as every month, newcomers with no brains were kicked out for asking inappropriate questions.

Where is this?It's the capital city of Da Liang. It's not even safe to say that the refugees look like refugees. It's even uncertain if the refugees have relatives of the third-level officials.

The brother-in-law cried and said he wanted to complain, and ran towards Wang Laojiu's house.

Wang Lao Jiu was also helpless. He had wanted to help the silly boy once, but the man in the golden robe with a face of hemp looked at him.

Others don't know the origin of these people, but he, an old soldier, knows it very well. Without these people, he wouldn't be able to be the gatekeeper.

...

The team turned south not long after entering the city.

When there were not many pedestrians on the road, the silent group began to chat quietly.

Walking at the end was a tall and thin stick, and there was also a round and fat little guy.

Xuan Ce, when will this end? Eight people have died this time. Are you and I the only survivors of our group?

The little fat guy had been holding back all the way, but finally couldn't help complaining when he entered the city.

The thin tall stick looks like he is eighteen or nineteen years old, with a simple and honest face.

His name is Chen Xuance, and he joined the Department of Exorcism with the little fat man.

Unlike the little fat man, he was a refugee.

Other refugees came from the west or the east, but he came from the prosperous area of Jiangnan to the north.

Hearing the fat man's complaint, he smiled heartily and said, "We just need to live.

The little fat guy is not very old, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and is a hereditary member of the demon-killing department.

I'm not hungry at home either. My damn father abandoned me to be raised by my grandparents in the countryside when I was a child. The new concubine just gave birth to a big fat boy for him, and then he sent me here.I doubt if I'm his own child.

Chen Xuance didn't reply. If he had a choice, who would come here?Eight people died this time, and next time it might be him?

The task of this trip is to go to a place 40 miles east of Kyoto to deal with the wandering corpses.

Eight newcomers died during the investigation period.

Walking with his head down, this is a habit Chen Xuance has developed.

Being taller than others makes you an easy target.

The little fat guy is too fat, so he is always assigned to the defensive position. He can survive until now, and it has to be said that this fat guy has a hard life.

The two of them were from the lowest level of the Yellow Group, the lowest level of the Nine-level Demon-controlling Guard of the Demon Controlling Division.

After completing this task, I have passed the three-month probation period for new recruits and can officially become a member of the nine-level demon-controlling guard. In addition to meals, I can also wear demon-controlling clothes and receive government pay.

Well, just hold on. Fortunately, this time I can take at least three days off after the end of the work. Xuan Ce, where do you get so many supernatural things? I see that Yellow Team has been assigned two consecutive months of tasks.

The rules of the demon-killing department require that after each mission, there should be at least three days of rest, usually seven days.

Chen Xuance shook his head. He didn't know.

After coming to this world for three months, he only knew that this court called Daliang was located in the land of Jiuzhou.

When he came back to life, it was the first day he became a member of the Nine-Class Demon-Slayer Guard. From then on, he faced all kinds of ghosts, zombies, and so on, as well as his constantly dying companions.

It is said that there are also grasses, trees, birds, and beasts that have become spirits and are called demons.

When evil spirits gather, they are called ghosts.

He didn't know much, and could only live to this day due to his prudence, not to mention luck.

...

A group of people finally returned to the demon-controlling department before it was completely dark.

"You all go back first, clean up and go to the dining hall for dinner. This task was done well, and you will have a meal with meat today.

Huang Er Group, led by Ma Zhengyang, went straight to the depths of the courtyard after giving the order.

He was going to fulfill his duty. Only eight newcomers who had been on the investigation team died during this trip, and the results were not bad. His merits outweighed his demerits, and he was rewarded a lot.

The fat and thin duo walked towards a row of bungalows not far from the door, where they lived in one room.

It's a little over 20 square meters, with a bed, stove, and a cabinet with a washbasin. It's not a very nice place.

It depends on who you compare it with.

The high-class families in the inner city can't compare with this, and the refugee's huts are not as good as this.

After filling the water, they washed the dust and filth off their bodies, changed into clean linen clothes, and hurried to the dining hall.

There is meat today, which is not easy. I think the Man Baihu has paid a lot.

If you go too late, there won't be any bones left, and they will have already been pocketed by people to take home and make soup.

I ran to the canteen and fortunately, it wasn't too late.

Ma Baihu had changed into a white robe and was standing in the dining hall where he rarely appeared.

This has made the hungry ghosts in the past become orderly.

I guess the reward for Ma Baihu must be quite large. His appearance in the dining hall today is a great honor for this place.

The two people stood in line and got a big bowl of rice, three coarse grain Mantou and a big bowl of meat and vegetables.

Mabaihu is very awesome. There is no whole piece of pork to make a big pot of soup.

He deserves the silver thread on his cuff.

When everyone had finished eating and sat down, there were about fifty people in total, and these were all the members of the Yellow Group's demon-fighting guard.

One part of them was the deputy hundred households who led another task and came back at the same time as Chen Xuance and his group.

Mabaihu also didn't have any ink, and he just opened his mouth and said:

"Brothers, you have worked hard. Let's eat."

Playing with the people is simple and rough.