Xianye

Chapter 428: Destroy the demonic atmosphere and bring peace to the lower world

Yunshao Realm, Four Powers Immortal City, midnight.

The night was deep and the frost was heavy, and the cold was overwhelming.

Groups of old crows were calling miserably on the barren trees, as if they were urging something, or as if they were foreshadowing some inexplicable and ominous sign.

From time to time, crows flew down clamoringly, black shadows rose and fell continuously, and there were faint sounds of ghosts crying and laughing, which added a bit of horror to the atmosphere of this place, making people inevitably feel uneasy.

In an old house, the noisy crows could be heard. First there was a rustling sound, and soon a small lamp lit up in the window.

The cold wind was biting at the bone, and the half-broken wooden door creaked a few times, and the small candle lamp also flickered violently.

Looking through the window paper, the already slender figures in the room were now even more twisted and curved, which was really weird.

"You just collected the incense tax half a month ago, and you're here again today?"

There weren't many furnishings in the shabby house, it was shabby and inferior.

There were only a few golden tablets on a dark altar, with clear air swirling around them, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting. Not only was there no trace of foul smell, but one could also see bits of bright light, like fireflies in the grass, fresh and eye-catching.

After this sigh, the tablet in the middle swelled as if exhaling, and a cloud of white smoke flew out into the sky.

Before it hit the ground, the smoke transformed into a middle-aged scholar in his forties with a white face and a long beard.

"Go, go, don't wait, go to the underground outside the city to collect some good Yin energy... If you encounter robbers on the way, just run away, don't fight!"

There were dozens of paper figures floating in the four corners of the dilapidated house, tightly protecting the golden tablet on the altar.

The paper figure has a pale face, eyes and a big mouth painted with cinnabar, which are bright and eye-catching. It has a stiff smile and is hanging quietly above the beam, swaying slowly in the wind.

This was a rather strange scene, but many of the paper figures had knife wounds and burns, and were patched up, which gave them a somewhat shabby look...

The middle-aged scholar carefully took out a few pieces of talisman paper from his sleeve pouch. A trace of pain flashed across his face. He raised his fingers and made a gesture, turning the talisman paper into armored horses. The paper figurines in the room then rode on the armored horses one after another as if they had received an order, and rode through the wall and out the door on the cold wind.

The middle-aged scholar couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw that a horse with armor was carrying at least five or six paper figures and was so crowded.

He seemed to want to laugh, but was helpless, and finally could only shake his head.

"Father, I don't understand..."

The tablet on the altar trembled, and three more figures appeared in the room.

The middle-aged woman had a pretty face, plain clothes and a straw hairpin, and was holding a well-behaved and clever little girl in her left hand.

On the woman’s right hand was a young man dressed in black with a depressed look between his brows.

The person who just spoke was also him.

The lights in the house flickered, and the four figures in front of the hall were also flickering, seemingly real and unreal. One glance at them revealed that they were not strangers...

"My father was a high-ranking Purple Palace master before he turned to the Netherworld Ghost Way. When we were in Duanming Palace, we would go fishing and hunting in the mountains and rivers, and when we came back, we would recite poems. We didn't see any golden palaces or jade rooms, but at least some clean palace walls. Why do we have to hide in this dark and shabby room today, with foxes and rats as companions?"

The young man in black looked around, feeling sad, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he spoke in a low voice:
"How dare these ghosts and underworld soldiers be so aggressive! The incense tax that was collected just half a month ago is coming again today? Does that crow ghost really think that he has found a high position and can be the ruler of the Four Powers Immortal City forever?
Father, let's kill these evil ghosts and take the people to the west! I heard that the ancestors of the Wu and Yao families in the west did not die in the ghost disaster, and now they are calling on all the righteous people in the world to gather in the west to jointly--"

The young man in black's chest heaved, and he became more and more excited as he spoke.

Even though he was a ghost, there seemed to be some blood on his face, and his face was slightly red.

But as the middle-aged scholar glanced at him coldly, the young man in black froze in expression.

He felt as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat. His throat moved, but he could no longer utter the rest of the words.

"Why did I endure humiliation and stay in this Four Powers Immortal City? Why did I abandon my immortal cultivation for half a lifetime and become the same kind as the crow ghost? It's all for the lives of this family!"

The middle-aged scholar said in a low voice:

"Kill the ghost servants? Go to the West? Nonsense, you want our whole family to die!"

The young man in black was shocked when he heard this, and quickly knelt on his knees and lowered his head.

The middle-aged scholar was still furious, but when he saw his wife and daughter coming to persuade him, and his son hanging his hands and daring not to say anything, he rarely showed a frightened look.

He was silent for a moment, then let out a sigh.

"Do I want to stay in my humble room and watch the evil spirits in the city run rampant and humiliate the living in every way? Even though I am not a human now, I have been practicing Taoism until now with a sincere heart..."

The scribe paused, his eyes twitched, and he said in a hoarse voice:
“But even the two great sects, Duanming Palace and Yunzhong Sect, have been destroyed miserably, what can a father do?

Today, the Yunshao Realm is no longer what it used to be. It has completely changed!"

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The Yunshao Realm is one of the infinite realms in the universe. Its name is not important enough and it has always been obscure and unknown.

Although this world is not full of spiritual energy, the trend of seeking immortals and asking about longevity is very popular. In the north and south, there are two immortal sects, Duanming Palace and Yunzhong Sect, which are the leaders of the Xuanmen and the righteous way in this world, and they are in charge of the practice of the world!

The middle-aged scholar in front of him is named Ying Yue. He used to be one of the elders of Duanming Palace. After cultivating into the third level of Zifu in the side-door immortal way, he married a fellow apprentice sister and gave birth to two sons, Ying Jingzhong and Ying Yijun.

Because of his excellent swordsmanship, this person is quite famous in the Yunshao world and is deeply respected by the secular dukes and princes.

But given Ying Yue's status, he should never fall to such a point.

But nothing is certain in this world.

After the bloody rain that day, everything turned upside down, and the structure of Yunshao Realm would never be the same again...

"Wulin, Wulin..."

Ying Yue sighed in his heart, repeated the name several times with gritted teeth, then looked at his family members behind him helplessly, winked, and then pushed open the broken door.

At this time, the crows' crows were getting louder and louder. On a large wild tree not far from the house, there were no less than a hundred crows swarming together.

His claws were sharp, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked eerie and ghostly.

And above the head, there were flocks of crows dancing, I don't know how many there were, like a rolling flood, blocking out a lot of the already dim moonlight.

"This crow ghost...what on earth is it trying to do?"

Behind Ying Yue, the young man in black, Ying Jingzhong, asked through gritted teeth.

Ying Yue did not answer. He just turned his head to look towards the highest point in the city, where the withered bones of a Taoist priest were hanged on an iron tower with his intestines.

Although this is not the first time I have seen it, I still cannot help but be stunned.

A dignified Jindan Zhenren, the deputy director of Duanming Palace, the lord of Siquan Xiancheng...

How could such a great figure be drained of his blood and essence by the crow ghosts under the command of the Ghost King Wuling, and his remains were even subjected to such humiliation? How could the monks in the world be convinced by this?

Not long after the fall of Duanming Palace, the gate of the Yunzhong sect was also destroyed. The Taoists in the sect either died miserably or fled in embarrassment.

With the collapse of the two great immortal sects in this world, no one could be the leader of the righteous path anymore. The remaining sects and dynasties were even more powerless to resist the attack of the Wuling Ghost King.

Great rivers and mountains.

It seemed that they were about to be reduced to the underworld of the ghosts...

There is no doubt that Wuling the Ghost King is the root cause of the evil in this world.

But if you look into it carefully, the blame should ultimately be placed on the Yunzhong faction.

If the fourth generation patriarch of the Yunzhong sect had not wanted to capture the Yin ghosts, the Ghost King Wuling would not have broken through the boundary and come.

But this Ghost King was so vicious and hard to control that the fourth generation patriarch of the Yunzhong sect not only wasted his efforts, but also risked his life. He only managed to seal the Ghost King deep in the volcano, but failed to completely kill the Ghost King's true spirit.

A thousand years have passed and things have changed.

The Ghost King deep in the volcano somehow broke the seal and escaped, with two evil spirits, the Crow Ghost and the Ox Ghost, willing to serve as his wings. He swept across the world, destroying cities and exterminating countries!
Given the situation, no one can escape from it.

When the gate of Duanming Palace collapsed that day, Ying Yue barely managed to flee to the Four Powers Immortal City with his family, but he witnessed the death of the city lord with his own eyes. In horror, he had no choice but to use a secret method to change his appearance and hide in the city.

Because these ghosts are extremely hostile to those who practice Taoism, and the crow ghost who leads them seems to have a secret method that can identify the fetal breath and true qi of the immortals.

Once you've entered the haunted den, it's difficult to escape and you can't fight back.

In order to survive, even though he was unwilling, Ying Yue had to reluctantly give up his immortal cultivation and turned to the practice of the underworld ghost way with his family. He lived in the alleys under an assumed name and struggled to make a living.

But even so, it is still not easy to make a living under the control of the Crow Demon.

Innocent people were tortured and eaten every day in the city. The tragedy was too tragic to watch.

Moreover, even towards the same kind of ghost, the crow ghost was not very tolerant. He collected incense money again and again, and made up all kinds of excuses, which could be said to be extortionate...

"I couldn't even defeat the Crow Ghosts under the Wuling Ghost King. I was forced to abandon my human body and my skills were greatly reduced. Even if I went to the West, what would it matter?" Ying Yue lamented in his heart:
"Can the two great families in the west really turn the tide and fight against the Ghost King Wuling? I'm afraid that after all their hard work and planning, they will ultimately be no match for the mighty power.

The fate of the Yunshao Realm...will it really fall into the hands of the evil spirits from now on?"

While Ying Yue was feeling sad, candles were lit in the surrounding sheds and the doors were opened one after another.

The living people were pale and thin, and were extremely frightened.

The ghosts were not in a much better condition either. Apart from a few dozen that had feasted on flesh and blood and had become man-eating evil ghosts, most of the ghosts were trembling with fear, looking as if they were in a state of panic all day long.

"..."

Ying Yue closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch any longer.

In order to avoid attracting attention, he still hid in the "humble place" of the Four Powers Immortal City.

But even in this land, there are tens of trillions of cultivators, and they have begun to enjoy the hearts, spleens and lungs of living people.

There is no need to describe the scenery of the main city in detail.

In time, if nothing changes, this Yunshao world is destined to have more ghosts than people, and completely become a hellish land...

But Ying Jingzhong on the side did not have such feelings. After being indignant, his attention was suddenly attracted by a strange phenomenon in the sky. He looked at it for a while and could not help but frowning.

It is now late at night, the moon and stars are dim, and the sky is dark.

But faintly, there seemed to be a rainbow light passing through the sky, flowing and floating, hazy and fleeting, and it could not be seen again when looked at.

"Don't raise your head! That crow ghost will come out soon!"

Ying Yue saw this and hurriedly pulled him.

As the two men lowered their heads silently, not long after, a sharp whistle was heard in the city.

Black smoke appeared out of nowhere and flowed up into the sky, with countless wronged souls crying and wailing in it.

When the thick smoke dispersed a little, only a gigantic four-armed crow ghost could be seen standing in the clouds. Its feathers were like ink, and its eyes were like vermilion. It looked very scary!
"There are still so many strangers in the city?"

The crow ghost grumbled, stretched out its tongue, and licked the smelly blood on its cheek carefully, then laughed:
"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid. I'm not here to eat blood or collect incense money. The Wu and Yao families in the west have formed an alliance. Be well informed. Have you heard about it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the people in the city suddenly changed, and some even trembled with fear and almost fell to their knees.

"Hahahaha!"

When the Crow Ghost saw this, he suddenly laughed happily, and the crows also started to make noises.

For a moment, laughter broke out everywhere, shaking the city walls, causing cries and pleas for mercy to be heard under the clouds.

"I'm going to play a trick on you people in this city. You, you..."

The crow ghost's voice stopped abruptly.

It seemed to be aware of something, and slowly raised its head and looked into the distance. Its skin and flesh were tense and creaking.

The ghost energy surges in, giving people tremendous pressure!
Ying Jingzhong felt chest tightness and nausea, so he hurriedly chanted Buddhist scriptures and his mind finally calmed down a little.

He was a man with some experience in the art of ghost cultivation, but he was still like this. The strangers in the city were even more miserable. They were fainting one after another like wheat being cut.

Looking around, there are very few people still standing.

"Father! Dad!"

Ying Jingzhong was anxious. He turned his head, but saw Ying Yue beside him, who seemed to have lost his soul. He stood there in a daze, with only his lips trembling and a gleam in his eyes.

"Look! Look!"

Ying Yue seemed to be crying and laughing. He held Ying Jingzhong's arm, and hurriedly pulled his wife and daughter, trembling all over.

Ying Jingzhong followed his gaze and saw a rainbow light approaching in the sky, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was gradually surging.

The wind was howling, and it seemed to be turning into a huge ocean, sweeping across the whole area!

"Just now, was I right?"

Just as this thought flashed through Ying Jingzhong's mind, the rainbow light had already crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and suddenly came in front of him, exploding into thousands of rays of light in the air, rumbling down!

The sky was filled with flowing rays of light, so bright and extraordinary that everyone in the field had to lower their heads, unable to face it directly.

When the light gradually faded, only flags waving and swords and spears covering the sky were seen!
There were tens of thousands of soldiers standing proudly in the clouds, all of them with dignified appearances and neatly dressed armor, just like the guardians of heaven, making people like Ying Yue feel ashamed of themselves.

Densely packed flying boats and palaces followed closely on the side, with a majestic aura that illuminated the area for dozens of miles under the clouds as bright as day, sweeping away all the turbid and eerie spirits in the city!

"This this……"

Ying Jingzhong was stunned and dazed. At this moment, the leading Golden Gourd God General had already flown down.

With just one hammer, the crow ghost was knocked to the ground, and half of his arm exploded.

"The Yin ghosts have no moral principles and do not cultivate the virtues of heaven!"

Facing the horrified gazes of the people in the city, the Golden Gourd God General simply stood still, looked around, raised his head and shouted, his voice like a lion's roar:

"I respectfully follow the order of Master Taihe, the disciple of Yuchen, to come and wipe out the evil spirits, wipe out the riots, bring peace to the people of all directions, and restore peace to the lower world!"

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There were shouts and cries of killing from all directions under the clouds, and the smoke of war was endless.

This scene was extremely shocking in the eyes of the lower realm cultivators, but in Xue Jing's view, it was just ordinary. He just glanced at it briefly and then became too lazy to look at it again and withdrew his gaze.

The ghost king Wuling, who is the root of all evil in this world, has not yet attained the great way and has a lowly nature.

In terms of combat power, the Ghost King of Wuling can only be compared to the side sect's spirit. If he were to face this beast, he really wouldn't need to expend any effort. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was bullying the weak with his strength.

Since Yang Kezhen had already taken the initiative to ask for the task, Xue Jing would not compete with him for credit or get involved for no reason.

As for the two generals under the command of Wuling Ghost King, the Crow Ghost and the Ox Ghost, they were even more despicable.

They might be able to fight back and forth with the side-door golden elixirs of this world, and it would be hard to tell who will win.

But in Xudutian, any immortal from a major sect who practices the orthodox way of immortality can easily defeat this kind of person.

No matter whether it is supernatural power, vision or foundation, the gap between the two cannot be measured in miles.

Xue Jing shook his head, used his escape technique, and went to the highest place in the sky. After receiving the message, he arrived at the golden chariot.

When the waiter opened the curtain and walked into the inner hall, he saw a handsome Taoist sitting cross-legged on the Guangshou Cloud Bed. Behind him, black and white mysterious energy was floating, like a flock of birds circling with fluttering wings, or like a spring and waterfall splashing foam, with an extraordinary aura.

"Master." Xue Jing bowed.

Chen Heng opened his eyes, smiled and returned the greeting, and asked, "How is it?"

Xue Jing said: "These little devils can be killed with a snap of the fingers, why should you worry about them!"

"As soon as I arrived in this Yunshao world, I encountered a ghost disaster."

Chen Heng glanced down at the clouds and saw that the shouting and screaming had gradually subsided. He pondered and said:
"But just when I arrived at this world, I suddenly had an idea. After calculating, I realized that this world will have some connection with me in the future. Although it's a vague feeling, it's still a wonder."

"How could this happen?"

Xue Jing was also surprised when he heard this.

The Yunshao Realm is just an empty space, which is nothing surprising.

And it was indeed a bit strange that such an ordinary little world could actually make the person in front of him feel something.

Xue Jing apologized and also concentrated on calculating.

But no matter how much he troubled himself, in the end he came to the conclusion that even if this relationship was not a blessing, it was definitely not a bad karma.

Xue Jing frowned, feeling a little helpless.

Although the conjunction of heaven's destiny and the mysterious movement of gods are the most wonderful divination methods in the universe, it is still difficult to calculate the details of the predicted event and measure it clearly.

But he prided himself on being proficient in a wide range of arts, especially divination. But now he could only come up with such a result, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

As the two chatted for a while, Xue Jing's eyes moved, and he suddenly looked at the mysterious energy behind Chen Heng, and asked curiously:

"Excuse me, Master, what kind of Taoist art is this? It looks quite unfamiliar to me."

(End of this chapter)