Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 618: The prototype of becoming a saint and a patriarch, using human heads to build a Jingguan
Since Mr. Huang Jiu wanted to join the hall, Zhang Zhiwei did not refuse and agreed directly.

A complete hall should have ten branches. Currently, it only has three branches: the medical hall, the sweeping hall and the preaching hall.

Among them, the medical hall has been abandoned and there are only a few immortals left.

Saotang is the main hall of Liu Kunsheng, where all the immortals are arranged in a complete manner.

The Chuan Hall is controlled by Wang Ai. It was originally very small, but during this period of time, with his continuous expansion, it has become home to quite a large number of people. Zhang Zhiwei had taken a glance at it before. There were all kinds of people in it, but there were only a few immortals.

As for the newly joined Master Huang Jiu... Zhang Zhiwei thought about it and arranged a position for him as the head of the hall.

"Master Jiu, among my ten branch halls, seven of them are currently vacant. You are strong, so it is not appropriate for you to go to the Feng Shui Hall. You can just be the head of the Guard Hall."

"As the guardian of the hall, the Godo-san naturally has to protect the hall. The Sweeper-san is responsible for fighting and does not need a guardian of the Godo-san."

"The medical hall is weak and has poor self-protection capabilities. It needs soldiers to protect it. You and Sixth Master are born from the same womb, so why not move the hall to the Magic City so that you can take care of each other."

When Master Huang Jiu heard this, he said without any hesitation:
"The leader is far-sighted. The population of Demon City is large, and there are many incense and faiths that can be developed. Naturally, I have no objection!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and said, "I will send someone to pick you up and make proper arrangements for you. This way, we can also avoid the subsequent revenge of the Japanese pirates. It's the best of both worlds!"

Master Huang Jiu nodded repeatedly and said, "The leader is truly wise. He has even paved the way for us. I will definitely live up to your trust."

Liu Kunsheng stuck out a long tongue and stared at Huang Tianjiu with his lantern-sized eyes. Even though he had already known about the transformation from Master Huang Liu, seeing it with his own eyes still gave him a great shock.

But at the same time, it was also complaining in its heart, wasn't Huang Laojiu a tough guy when they were dealing with each other before? Why is he acting like a flatterer now? !

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei wrote Huang Jiuye's name on the list of people to be admitted into the hall.

A huge weasel appeared in the hall. It first looked curiously at the "national teacher" sitting on the seven-star platform in front of it, then looked down at itself and found that it was a wild beast. It was immediately frightened and jumped anxiously.

The "National Master" glanced at Master Huang Jiu and frowned slightly. After this big rat came in, it didn't even come to pay homage to its deputy leader. Why was it jumping around here like a stupid roe deer?

If it had not just been punished by Zhang Zhiwei, it would have felt sad and dared not act presumptuously. It would have gone over to teach the other party a lesson.

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei's big face slowly emerged from the sky above the Seven Star Terrace, and then shrank into a figure and fell down.

"Master, what's wrong with me? Why is this happening?" Master Huang Jiu was so anxious that he kept chasing his tail around.

"Master Jiu, the hall is a spiritual space. The image that comes in is naturally the image of the soul itself." Zhang Zhiwei reminded.

Master Huang Jiu was startled for a moment, then he reacted, stopped abruptly, stood up, patted his head with his claws, and said:
"Master, don't blame me. Master, don't blame me. You are too concerned and confused. You are overwhelmed by the joyous event!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and pointed at the "National Master": "Now that you have entered the hall, let me introduce you to the deputy leader."

The "National Master" didn't take Huang Tianjiu seriously, but didn't dare to neglect Zhang Zhiwei. He quickly jumped and came in front of Huang Tianjiu.

Huang Tianjiu looked the "National Master" up and down, and saw that it was dressed in armor and holding a sharp weapon, with the five elements of Qi behind it gathered into a flag, rising into the sky, with lightning surrounding its body, and an extraordinary aura. He immediately came over to pay his respects, with a very good attitude.

Seeing that the newcomer was so knowledgeable, the "National Master" nodded with satisfaction and welcomed him.

After paying his respects at the dock, Master Huang Jiu couldn't wait to leave the hall space. After experiencing being a human, the beast body in the soul space made him feel very uncomfortable.

As soon as he left the hall, Master Huang Jiu reached out and touched his face and body. He didn't feel any hair, but the smooth and delicate feeling was very novel.

Immediately, he bowed to Zhang Zhiwei and came to the river in the valley. He held his face and looked at his own face through the reflection on the water, his mood fluctuating violently.

Not far away, Liu Kunsheng watched this scene quietly, with longing in his lantern-sized eyes. He opened his mouth:

"Master, I...I..."

Zhang Zhiwei turned his head and looked at it, he understood Liu Kunsheng's thoughts, his eyes twitched slightly, the modification of the body cannot be done randomly, one needs to understand one's own situation as well as reading the lines on the palm of one's hand, there can be no room for any mistakes.

This is a delicate job that most people cannot accomplish. Only those who have reached a high level and can see through some subtle details of the body can do it, but it is also quite mentally taxing.

Liu Kunsheng is dozens of times bigger than Huang Jiuye, and has no human form at all. If he wants to operate it, the difficulty will be more than a hundred times higher? It's hard to change it!

After practicing for so many years, Liu Kunsheng was not ignorant of human nature. He quickly understood Zhang Zhiwei's thoughts and said:

"Master, you and I made a three-year agreement. I won't force you to do anything before the end of the agreement. I just want to ask, if my body is smaller, will it be easier to transform?"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and said, "Do you have a way to make yourself smaller?"

Liu Kunsheng nodded and said, "Yes, but it will take time. We Liuxian can make our bodies bigger by shedding our skin, and we can also make ourselves smaller by shedding our skin. Next, I will return to Changbai Mountain and shed my skin by sleeping, which will also help me avoid the Japanese pirates!"

"That's great." Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

Afterwards, they explained some more things and then the immortals left.

Mr. Huang Liu went to Changbai Mountain to meet Bai Sangu, hoping to borrow some people from Bai Sangu.

Master Huang Jiu also followed him back to Changbai Mountain. He wanted to gather troops and march south through the pass into the Demon City.

Liu Kunsheng returned to Changbai Mountain to hibernate and shed his skin, and at the same time asked Guan Shihua, Liao Huzi and others to reduce their activities and lie dormant.

At the same time, it also released some immortals who had just gained spiritual intelligence to investigate the situation and prepare for revenge by the Japanese pirates.

Although Liu Kunsheng is in hibernation, his spirit is not completely asleep and can respond to the requests of his disciples at any time.

This is also one of the reasons why immortals can live long. Apart from the nourishment of incense and burning power, their bodies are rarely active. It is basically their spirits that move through the bodies of their disciples, thereby reducing the emission of their innate Qi.

It's only during this period of time that they follow Zhang Zhiwei to cause trouble. Otherwise, the real bodies of these immortals will not come out once in a year or two.

To some extent, the practice system of the Chu Ma Xian is somewhat similar to the Nasen sacred tree and the talismans and magic lineage of Taoism, which is also the reason why Zhang Zhiwei initially wanted to get involved in this.

After getting involved in the art of talismans, Zhang Zhiwei discovered through a series of observations that after the death of a talisman-bearing disciple who met certain conditions, he would be guided to the lineage through certain means. Under the power of faith, some special disciples would become guardian gods.

The power in the talisman is to command them to cast the talisman through the ritual of drawing the talisman. The Tongtian talisman probably skipped the ritual and directly commanded their power, which is equivalent to cheating. As for the consequences of cheating, no one knows yet.

The Nasen sacred tree is more domineering. It will merge the dead gods and people, even the king and guards, into one, turning them into tree roots or tree men, thus achieving an alternative kind of eternal life.

The gods and people with special powers on Nasen Island are equivalent to the Taoists who use talismans.

The way of the horse-riding immortal is similar to the above two. After the death of the horse-riding disciples, they will also return to the hall and become the spirit of breeze and smoke. But this requires a premise. When the disciples of the horse-riding immortal die, they need the immortals to take them away.

In a general hall, there is an immortal behind every disciple who goes out to perform rituals, and there is also a receiving hall among the ten major branches of the hall.

This reception hall is specifically responsible for guiding the immortals into the hall, including the dead disciples. They will cast a spell called Qingfeng Ling to turn these disciples into breeze or smoke souls.

This is also the way out for disciples who want to be spirit mediums. They are slaves during their lifetime and become masters after their death.

Of course, this requires a prerequisite, that is, one dies of old age and has a complete soul in the body. If this kind of person is taken to the hall, he will become a being similar to Wang Zizhong.

Wang Zizhong is the product of the Qingfeng Order. During the Luotian Grand Ceremony, he was captured by Wang Ai's grandson Wang Bing using the Soul-Judging and General-Sending Order. Feng Xingtong then used the Qingfeng Order to disperse his soul. He is Qingfeng.

If a disciple who has been sent out to perform rituals dies unexpectedly, his soul will not completely dissipate after death. After being guided, it will become some vengeful ghosts with little intelligence. They are not worth being guided.

Of course, it’s not that no one is willing to take care of these resentful souls. Shintoism will guide them, and all the heroic spirits in the entire soul-calling society are of this kind.

In the plot, the Biheshan ninjas who died in the sky-high hole were also summoned out and turned into resentful ghosts without intelligence and full of malice, and were finally eaten bite by bite by Hu Tianbiao.

The transformation of a disciple from birth to death is the basic operation of the spirit medium.

But Zhang Zhiwei's hall is quite special.

In other halls, disciples fight to the death, with immortals following behind. If a disciple dies, the immortals will take him away.

In Zhang Zhiwei's hall, immortals were fighting for life and death. When an immortal died, there was no one to take him away.

Moreover, such immortals who died suddenly are not worth guiding.

Therefore, there is no Qingfeng and Yanhun in his hall, and there won’t be any for a long time.

However, Zhang Zhiwei felt that he should still set up such a department in case of emergency.

"The head of a branch hall that takes over the hall is usually a sad king. The sad king is one of the four pillars. Liu Kunsheng and Huang Tianjiu's branch halls have sad kings, but if the sad kings of the branch halls are promoted, it would be inappropriate."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Zhiwei came up with an idea. The "National Master" held the position of deputy leader in the hall, but did nothing every day and just pretended to be cool on the Seven Star Platform. He should be given a position with real power.

As soon as he thought of this, his consciousness escaped into the hall space and he told this idea to the "State Master".

When the "National Master" heard that he was going to find something to do again, he immediately shook his head and refused.

Zhang Zhiwei spread out his hands, a ball of blue flame appeared in his palms, and he just looked at it quietly.

"I'll give you another chance. Do you agree or disagree with what I just said?"

With the Three True Fires already touching his face, how could the "State Master" dare to object? He immediately nodded his head rapidly and took on this leisurely but hard job.

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand and a list of candidates appeared in his hand. He drew a few strokes in the air and the name of "National Master" appeared in the position of the next hall master.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei put away the order sheet, extinguished the flame in his palm, patted the "State Master" on the shoulder, and said:
"You hold the positions of deputy leader and leader of the Jie Hall. From now on, I will call you Jie Yin Leader."

"Master Jie Yin?" The national teacher frowned, but was complaining in his heart, what a crappy name, it sounds like a coolie's name.

Zhang Zhiwei read the thoughts of the "national teacher" and said, "Don't underestimate the title of the leader of the Jieyin Sect. Do you know what the monk likes to say the most?"

The "National Master" subconsciously said: "Amitabha?"

"Yes, Amitabha is also called the Buddha of Reception and the Buddha of Infiniteness. He is specifically responsible for receiving Buddhist practitioners, which is your current job. You are to the temple what Amitabha is to Buddhism. Now you should understand your importance in the temple!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

The "National Master" nodded thoughtfully: "Come to a high position of power."

"That person must be in a high position and have great power," Zhang Zhiwei said, "Now our sect is still small, so you can't see anything yet. When it reaches a certain scale in the future, you will know how powerful it is, so take a long-term view."

Zhang Zhiwei patted the "national teacher" on the head and said, "Work hard, and you will get some benefits."

The "national teacher" couldn't help but shrink his neck. As a demon in his heart, he was not stupid. Of course he knew that Zhang Zhiwei was just making empty promises for him.

But even though it was a cake, it found it quite useful. He usually meditated on the Seven Star Platform and naturally knew all the changes in the hall.

Now we already have the embryonic forms of the Buddhist and Taoist lineages. With time and continued improvement, it may be possible to become a saint or a patriarch.

If Zhang Zhiwei became a being like Sakyamuni or Zhang Daoling, the ancestor of heaven, then his power would naturally rise, but of course he might also be killed...

The "State Master"'s eyes flickered.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't pay any more attention to it. He thought about it and came out of the hall space.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei was the only one left in Baixian Valley. He quietly looked at the tombstones in the valley and the bloody heads in front of the tombstones.

Not long after, two figures came floating over. They were Uncle Zhang Yi and Aunt Lan.

"Have you explained everything?" Zhang Yi asked.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, then looked at Aunt Lan: "Senior, please help us so that they won't be disturbed."

Aunt Lan nodded and immediately began to perform water magic. A thick mist emerged from the stream in the valley.

After the water mist gathered to a certain level in the air, it suddenly rolled up and poured down like a flood that had burst a dam, flooding the graves in the Baixian Valley along the way.

Soon, the thick fog dissipated, and the graves disappeared from the valley. Only densely packed human heads remained.

"Senior Lan, why don't you send all these heads down together?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

This was something Zhang Zhiwei and Lan Gu had agreed on. It wouldn't be long before the Japanese pirates would find their way here, and by then these tombs would certainly not be able to be preserved, so Zhang Zhiwei simply asked Lan Gu to use water magic to sink them all into the ground.

Aunt Lan smiled and said, "It's enough to offer the sacrifice once. It's useless to keep collecting these heads. Why don't I use their heads to build a Jingguan."

"Take out the evil spirits from their heads, train a Wuchang, lurk in the Jingguan, and give the Japanese pirates who come to our door a hard time."

(End of this chapter)