Republic of China

Chapter 335 Thunder
As the old saying goes, a thin horse has long hair and a hero has short breath.

Throughout history, there have been too many lofty ambitions and passions, but for various reasons, they went against one's wishes and even ended in an untimely death.

Is Yisheng a hero?
In Zhao Sanyuan's opinion, he deserved it. At least he was worthy of heaven above, earth below, and his family and country in between.

Zhao Sanyuan couldn't tell exactly how valuable a piece of oracle bone was.

But even if it is worthless, it is the precious legacy left by our ancestors and the priceless wealth that our descendants must defend.

On the way here, he had already learned the true cause and effect from Lao Kang. Putting aside all the grudges, Zhao Sanyuan sincerely admired Yi Sheng, who really did not indulge in wealth and honor, remain unmoved by poverty and humbleness, remain unyielding in power, and kept his back straight.

As the saying goes, those who carry firewood must not be allowed to freeze to death in the snow and wind.

There are very few people like Yisheng. If all the descendants of Yan and Huang were as noble as him, this land would never be as devastated as it is today. Most of the time, there are people who are willing to be dogs but force their fellow compatriots to be dogs as well. He enjoys the morbid sense of superiority of being a dog on top of a dog and has never thought of straightening his back and being a human being.

However, I can't let go of those grievances.
Before he could freeze to death in the wind and snow, he was stabbed in the back by his own people. Even his boiling blood would sooner or later cool down in the wind and snow. Until the moment of his death, Yisheng had no idea what had happened, and he could not believe what he saw after he died.

It was this world, his relatives, his close friends, and his compatriots that pushed him step by step into the abyss from which he could not extricate himself.

Even after death, he will be trapped at the bottom of the river by the old monkey and will never be reborn, and will always be a sad water ghost.

This promising young man, who has never believed in ghosts and gods, has to experience what it feels like to be a ghost.

After all their cruel actions, did these despicable backstabbers get what they wanted?

It seems not.

Zhou Shijing still lived in poverty and dreamed of bringing honor to his family.

Yan Song remained in his hometown and did not try to continue studying hard for the exam.

The old monkey lives in seclusion in Nanyue Village and can only take on small jobs in the surrounding villages.

I'm afraid the stolen money from the sale of oracle bones was embezzled by the county magistrate. Come to think of it, they were not the ones who did it, so why should they share the spoils with a bunch of "murderers"? If the truth is revealed, wouldn't it be a good thing for them to talk about?

Not only did he not gain any benefit, but in the end, he also suffered a disaster, which was exactly what the saying goes.

Yan Song, who betrayed his best friend, died in the same way as Yi Sheng. After falling into the water, his body was taken over by the resentful Yi Sheng, who turned into Bai Sha and started his revenge.

Perhaps because of the fact that they had done dirty things together, Zhou Shijing chose Yan Song as his new son-in-law. After all, the Yan family had some foundation, and Yan Song could not refuse. Otherwise, Zhou Shijing, who was extremely poor, would be forced into a corner and might make everything public. But even so, Zhou Shijing still could not escape. His foreign debts kept increasing. He became evil because of money and died because of money.

The old monkey, the Meng father and son, Niu Si, Zhou Shijing's second daughter, etc., none of these selfish villains had a good ending.

They deserve to die, the damage they have caused is irreversible.

Yisheng, who had done nothing wrong, died; Zhou Zhaodi, who had done nothing wrong, died; and so did the villagers of Nanyue Village and the innocent people who were led into this evil situation and died in vain.

It should have been a great thing for a promising young man to protect the national treasure, but because of a small evil thought, it attracted more sinister intentions, and eventually it ended up like this.
Zhao Sanyuan felt a tightness in his chest. He had not expected all these twists and turns. He once again felt the irreversible powerlessness, especially when facing the real Bai Sha. He could not muster the determination to kill him.

"Where is my brother?"

"Brother Lu? He almost exhausted himself trying to persuade my future wife. I knocked him down without much effort."

"Ask you where he is."

Bai Sha exaggeratedly raised his hands in front of his chest and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. You all drank my wedding wine and were busy on the big day. Besides, Brother Lu's speech was very wonderful and almost warmed my heart. I won't kill him."

After saying that, he snapped his fingers, and countless weird villagers made way for him. Lu Xiucai lay on the gravel by the river, his eyes closed, but his chest was heaving and he was still breathing.

Zhao Sanyuan and Kang Muang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But in this case, I can't make up my mind to kill Bai Sha.

how to spell?
I just can't get over this hurdle in my heart.

People's hearts cannot be black and white. The contempt for some of Yi Sheng's actions after his death is real, and the admiration and sympathy for him before his death is even more real.

Whether it was out of indecision or womanly kindness, the two brothers hesitated to take action, and Bai Sha just stood there, looking at each other with a smile.

"To be honest, I didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, but now I have to believe in them. After all, I am a ghost myself. Then again, you are different from the image of the martial arts masters in my mind. Logically, you should either run away or say a few nice words to uphold justice before taking action. How can you just stare at the evil ghost with blood on his hands like this?"

It's not sarcasm, but emotion.

Except for old man Mo Wenshan, Zhao Sanyuan and others were confused from the moment they crossed the river and were fooled around.

How could Bai Sha have everything under control? These people's choices were almost always unexpected. They were called wandering gentlemen, but in Bai Sha's eyes, they were more like wandering knights.

"Yes, knights, you are like the chivalrous and righteous men in the storytelling troupe. When you encounter injustice, there are always knights who draw their swords. But if I remember correctly, the knights in the storytelling troupe often have a sad ending. This world cannot tolerate my loyalty, and of course it cannot tolerate your chivalrous and tender hearts. Good people often die quickly. Do you agree or not?"

Zhao Sanyuan sometimes experienced being lectured, after all, his master’s kindness had been with him since he was a child.

It was the first time for a young lady to be lectured by a ghost while getting married. What was even more frustrating was that it seemed impossible to refute it because the facts were there.

Kang Muang shook his head slowly.

"If a person has no righteousness, he is empty; if a person has no emotion, he is hollow; if a person has no courtesy, he is chaotic; if a person has no sincerity, he is suspicious. He is unworthy of being a human being. We are just being upright people. We don't want to spend countless sleepless nights in the future regretting not taking that step, not throwing that punch, or not saying that word."

Bai Sha clapped his hands in approval, "Yes, people always go back and forth on the road of regret in their lives. When I was suppressed at the bottom of the river, I regretted countless times why I insisted on going my own way and protecting the country? It's not worth it. This country doesn't deserve it, and the people of this country don't deserve it even more. You said that if I sold those armor pieces at a sky-high price, would I be rich now? I told the foreigners that there might be ruins from the Shang and Zhou dynasties under Anyang, would I be rich enough to rival a country?"

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On the one hand, some people sell national treasures for a fortune, and on the other hand, some people protect national treasures but end up with their families broken up and their loved ones destroyed.

It is easy and simple to make choices for others from a moral high ground, and they forget what they said once they said it. But when the choice falls on themselves, the two brothers still can't make a choice. Maybe they can be passionate to the end when they are alive, but what about after death? What will happen after seeing that things have changed?
Seeing that the two were speechless, Bai Sha casually pinched his palm upwards, and the thick dark clouds rolled again, with sand and rocks flying.

The two brothers immediately took alert.

It was all in vain that he spent so much effort to break the Red Evil. If he didn't break the White Evil as soon as possible, the feng shui here would still be controlled by him. Moreover, the White Evil had absorbed the Red Evil, and its strength had increased instead of decreased.

Can you win in your opponent's territory?
To put it another way, can you make up your mind to do it?

"Everyone, please be at ease. I didn't kill Brother Lu, and of course I won't kill you. After a few days of dating, our fate has ended. I will send you out of Nanyue Village and we will never see each other again. If you want to resist, you'd better do it as soon as possible."

The two brothers looked at each other, both determined to gain support from each other.

However, both of them had the same idea and their eyes were wandering.

"Are you going to attack those two useless brats? Come on."

A mocking and sarcastic voice came from Mo Wenshan, who was drunk and riding a big blue donkey. Lao Liu was following beside him pushing a small cart. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his brothers were all fine.

"Master? You finally decided to move—"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Wenshan hit his apprentice on the forehead, making the big blue donkey grin with joy. He thought about whether to give him a hoof when the opportunity arose, but finally thought about it and gave up, fearing that he would be used to make donkey meat. "Nonsense, if I don't come over again, are you going to go to the incense hall and become sworn brothers with Baisha? None of you are giving me face, it's better to teach the donkey."

Mo Wenshan's scolding was merciless, and his two disciples were so angry that they wished they could find a hole to crawl into.

But Master, let alone whether we can defeat him, we really can't do it.
Without paying any attention to the two little ones, Mo Wenshan threw away his outer robe and put it on inside out when he got off the big blue donkey.

There are the sun, the moon, the stars and the river above, mountains, rivers and plants below, and in the middle, there are two dragons playing with a pearl, the River Map and the Luoshu, and the Yin-Yang Bagua, all of which are embroidered with gold and silver threads.

Big red!

Fairy cave clothes!

The younger generations stared with their eyes wide open. Even Zhao Sanyuan and Kang Muang had never known that their master's old outer robe was actually made from a fairy cave robe. Usually, their hands would be rubbed with oily things.

"Xiao Liu, open the altar."

"Okay~"

Liu Mangfan lifted the rain cloth and saw that what he was pushing was the simple altar built by Lu Xiucai himself, the kind with a lifting function. There were not many magic tools on it and they were scattered here and there.

Leaping up, Mo Wenshan burped. Although he scolded his two disciples and was angry at them for not living up to his expectations, the biggest reason for his action was that he understood that even if the two disciples were tied together, they were no match for Bai Sha. This evil had already become powerful and must be killed with thundering means.

"Protect the altar."

After giving the casual order, Mo Wenshan's aura suddenly changed.

Start with the Tiangang Step on the altar, drink the wine and hold incense.

Zhao Sanyuan and his friends were stunned. Bai Sha on the opposite side was not going to give in easily. The moment he saw Mo Wenshan stepping onto the altar, he knew it was a matter of life and death. The sense of pressure that seemed to be real was too depressing.

It’s like the immortal holding up the mountains and rivers!
Bai Sha responded immediately, with ghostly and evil spirits surging. Before Mo Wenshan could take action, he tried to deal with all the changes with the same strategy.

A yellow watch rose into the sky, exploding continuously in mid-air as it rose higher and higher.

"Jiutian Yingyuan Mansion, the supreme Jade Qing King."

"Transforming into various forms, he filled the ten directions; talking about the Dao, he sat on the throne of nine phoenixes."

"Thirty-six days above."

No one present was a layman. As soon as the old man said the first sentence, they all knew what kind of altar it was and what kind of magic was going to be performed.

Thunder Ancestor's Precious Edict!

What followed was not an ordinary altar protection spell, but the summoning of the four spiritual guards to protect the altar!

Mo Wenshan slapped the table lightly with his hand, and several command flags quickly rotated, forming a seven-star formation around the altar.

"The Azure Dragon of the East, the spirit of Jiao Kang, raises clouds and spits out mist, controls thunder and lightning, soars a thousand feet into the sky, travels around the four seas, and comes to serve me at my left."

"The Vermilion Bird of the South, the leader of all birds, was born from a red cave, with a sound flowing through the blue sky, with five strange colors, and a body with six shapes, coming to lead me."

"The white tiger of the west, with the upper part responding to Zi Shen, has a virtuous character, a solemn and clear voice, intimidates all beasts, and roars to shake the mountains and forests. Come and serve me on my right."

"The Black Tortoise of the North, born from the Taiyin, is the substance of the Void and the Form of a Tortoise and a Snake. It travels through the nine lands, commands all spirits, and follows me."

"I summon the four spirits. When they gather, they will travel. They carry the sun and the moon and travel across the nine states. The thirty-six strategies are my envoys. The heaven, earth and water officials rest with them."

The incense and candles shine brightly, and the green smoke rises and curls around.

In the fragrant mist surrounding the altar, there seemed to be the might of the Four Spirits, intimidating any evil spirits that dared approach.

Another yellow watch ascended.

Mo Wenshan moved smoothly and fluidly. After stamping the ancient jade seal that had accompanied him for many years, he held the sword in his right hand.

"It is a sword, with a white glow, a dragon-like strength, a golden glow, and a yellow aura!"

"The male and female share the same auspiciousness, the ox fights with light, the tiger controls the ginseng, the Kui and Shang move with agility, and their voices shake like thunder."

While the old man was planning his spell, it was not that Bai Sha did not want to interrupt the spell, but that he was suppressed by some mysterious force.

God?

No.

The problem lies in this world.

After the feng shui was changed, this place seems both fake and illusory. Baisha is the king here and can do whatever he wants.

But Mo Wenshan comes to look for stones from other mountains to polish jade, and all of them use the chaos of Feng Shui here to strengthen themselves.

It is still unknown who is the four ounces and who is the thousand pounds.

After hearing the sound of a golden tripod, Mo Wenshan circled back to the altar, held the jade sceptre in his hand, bowed solemnly, and recited the Shenxiao Cross Heavenly Scripture.

"Nine Heavens should respond to the sound of thunder to transform the Heavenly Lord!"

The world seemed to be at a standstill.

Suddenly, a storm arose out of nowhere, like a jade platform holding up a burning yellow clock straight into the sky.

Rumbling--

Unlike the thunder that had struck Nanyue Village countless times, the sound of this muffled thunder was extremely deep, like the roar of a divine beast before raising its head.

The flags on the altar fluttered, and the robes of the fairies rustled.

Mo Wenshan frowned slightly, because the first heavenly thunder did not break the feng shui barrier here, and Bai Sha's ghostly aura was three times stronger than before.

It has indeed become a big deal. If I don't kill you today, there will be endless disasters.

Indeed, Bai Sha once again felt what terror was. He had previously guessed that this blind old man was a ruthless character, but he never expected that he was so powerful. Which Taoist ancestor had come down the mountain?

"Old man, we have no grudges in the past or today, so there is no need to kill each other, right?"

Mo Wenshan picked up his master's halberd and was not moved at all.

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't care about your grudges, I just want to teach the younger generation a lesson. People who are in a desperate situation should be forgiven for their original intentions, and people who have achieved success should be watched for their end. They should be killed when they deserve it!"

(End of this chapter)