wear it lord god

It was alright, the food was okay, but could the portion size be a bit larger? But it doesn't really matter, the original owner probably won't come back a second time in their lifetime.

She had just finished wiping her mouth and looked up when she saw the old-fashioned TV in the store broadcasting the news. On the screen, a group of people were protesting in the street with signs, but the content of their protest was actually condemning the bombing of the factory that discharged wastewater.

What's the point of protesting? Don't they know that such magical wastewater is being discharged into the ocean? Even if the ocean is vast, it can't dilute all that wastewater.

There have been suggestions to treat the factory area by controlled blasting, where the instantaneous high temperature would neutralize and decompose all the harmful substances in the wastewater, eliminating any threat.

But the people of this country wouldn't listen; they felt that being bombed like that again would be a loss of face.

Pshaw, is saving face more important, or the planet? This is the only planet suitable for human habitation until we have enough technology, yet we're wasting our lives by discharging wastewater.

Watching the protesters on TV, each with a white band tied around their forehead, filled with righteous indignation, I could feel their intense hostility even through the screen.

So Xi Ning took out a few foreign currency notes from her storage bag, which were still from the Daoist Academy. She calculated the exchange rate and it was about the cost of the meal. She put them on the table, leaving the extra few dollars and cents as a tip, and strode out.

So Xining began collecting living souls, cough cough, the path of cultivation.

Stepping on banners and holding cell phones, she flew to wherever there were protests. She stopped anyone who wouldn't disperse, who continued to protest, and even those who tried to rush at her and attack her.

While I was at it, I also collected the remaining ghosts from the Spiritual Toilet. I never expected that these sinful souls, who had been worshipped for so long, would accumulate so much merit. My cultivation level kept rising rapidly.

So whenever she saw a centenarian emanating a malevolent aura, she would collect it. Some of these old men looked so old they were practically dried up, but their malevolent aura was as black as wastewater, and sometimes they were accompanied by many wronged spirits who were nearly a hundred years old.

After she collected the old men into the banner, the wronged souls all kowtowed or bowed to her, and then, having avenged their great grudges and fulfilled their wishes, they went to be reincarnated.

Moreover, the merits of this kind are numerous, ridiculously so. Xining secretly regretted that she had arrived too late, and there weren't many left.

Just as they finished reaping the rewards and were thinking of heading home, someone suddenly appeared in front of them.

The other person was wearing a tall black hat over a foot long, dressed in ancient clothes, with a white face painted on, and two small moth-like eyebrows drawn on the top of his shaved brow bone.

Xi Ning blinked. Luckily, anyone who had ever dressed like this in a similar ancient world was either a nobleman or an Onmyoji. In the royal palace, the hem of the robe would trail two or three feet long on the floor. How ugly!
The Onmyoji said in broken Chinese, "There's a saying among you: 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' As long as you're willing to cooperate, we won't treat you unfairly."

Xi Ning felt these words sounded so familiar... After a moment of stunned silence, she waved her hand in front of the three-meter-high banner and said in their language, "Stop talking nonsense, bring out all your tricks, or get lost and don't delay my ascension to immortality!"

When it was the Onmyoji's turn, he was taken aback, then laughed. Xi Ning wanted to remind him not to laugh, because not only was his laugh ugly, but he also had too much powder, which made it look like the powder was sticking together and falling off.

"Alright, today I'll let you experience the skills of a top-tier Onmyoji!" He finished speaking in Japanese and began to perform hand seals: "Lin Bing Dou Zhe..."

"Wait, wait!" Xining interrupted him.

The other person stopped, their smugness barely concealed by the heavy makeup on their face: "Scared? I'll give you one more chance. If you kneel down and apologize now, I'll forgive you and make you my servant!"

What are you thinking? Xi Ning rolled her eyes: "What I mean is, it's all wrong! The finger techniques are wrong, the secret hand seals are wrong, it's all wrong. This isn't your fault. When your ancestors passed it down from us, they made a mistake. They didn't remember the finger techniques and added all sorts of other random things. But if you continue to cultivate like this, sooner or later you'll hit a bottleneck and be unable to break through. You're very likely to go astray and fall into the demonic path!"

The Onmyoji was immediately embarrassed and annoyed: "You all have a saying: 'It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat.' As long as it's useful, that's fine!"

Again, it's that "you all have a good point," everything is copied, and now you say the original has problems, but you won't accept it. Since that's the case, Xi Ning helplessly gestured with her hand: "Continue, continue!"

After finishing his hand gestures and chanting the incantation, the Onmyoji suddenly held a talisman between his index and middle fingers, raised it to the sky, and shouted with great momentum, "Orochi, heed my summons, come quickly and eliminate everything!"

A gust of wind blew by, lifting the Onmyoji's robes. The howling wind billowed his wide clothes, giving him a truly profound and mysterious appearance.

From the void behind him, a giant snake with eight heads and eight tails appeared, floating in mid-air.

Its eight heads, each with eyes taller than a person and blood-red, are covered in moss and towering trees.

What a huge snake! There are fish in the Northern Sea and snakes in the East. The fish and snakes are so big that they can't all be stewed in one pot.

Xi Ning stroked her chin. This must be Xiang Liu's transformation. Xiang Liu had nine heads, but it became eight heads here. It enjoyed too much faith power, so even if it was fake, it became real.

It really is all borrowed material; everything is half-baked.

The Onmyoji revealed a chilling, maniacal laugh, pointing his finger holding the talisman at the cultivator before him: "Orochi, heed my command! Kill her, devour her whole!"

Orochi's sixteen blood-red eyes looked ahead, and when they saw the other person clearly, each eye contained a female cultivator and the large banner behind her that was swirling with purple energy...

Its eight gaping maws opened wide, and it let out a simultaneous howl: "Awooo!"

Then… it let out a howl like a running dog, turned tail and ran, wishing it could grow legs. Along the way, its tail inevitably knocked down houses, and cars on the road were whipped around like toys.

The Onmyoji remained frozen in place, a talisman between his fingers, pointing at her. Behind him, a giant serpent fled in panic.

A gust of wind blew by, rustling two leaves sadly as they swirled past him.

The Onmyoji's sinister smile froze instantly, his eyes widening in disbelief as he abruptly turned his head. Then, in a panic, he jumped up and down, shouting as he chased after the giant serpent: "Come back! I command you to come back immediately!"

It's really funny to see someone dressed like that chasing snakes.

Xi Ning rolled her eyes and said only one word: "Stop!"

Since the other party has made a move, even if it doesn't succeed, they are still an enemy, and taking them in won't create any obstacles.

The banner immediately generated a huge suction force, pulling the Onmyoji in instantly.

She released the snake, since the giant spicy snack hadn't attacked her. It was a sign that the snake had some intelligence, unlike the blind Onmyoji.

Alright, let's go. This country has been almost completely taken over. The remaining people, though flawed in character, do not deserve to die.

So Xining, stepping on the banners, first went to the local embassy, ​​and then used the teleportation array there to return home. (End of Chapter)