I become a god in another world

Chapter 696 Six Paths of Reincarnation
Chapter 696

The ghost pen couldn't help but write: May the Heavenly Venerable grant boundless blessings.

She is revered by ghosts and gods, receives the offerings and prayers of all living beings, establishes order in hell, binds vengeful ghosts, and controls reincarnation.

Reincarnation has already divided into three paths, she—gibberish—the Heavenly Venerable of Immeasurable Merit—

The characters following the ghost pen are unpredictable.

……

Zhao Fusheng held the Ghost Pen, which emitted a large amount of resentful energy. The Ghost Pen struggled violently, as if trying to escape its restraints.

However, she possessed great merit points and was intimidated by the Investiture of the Gods. No matter how hard the Ghost Pen tried, it could not escape her control and was firmly held in her palm.

Zhao Fusheng drew a single stroke, dividing the cycle of reincarnation.

Then comes the second and third strokes.

The successive changes in the laws triggered unusual celestial phenomena.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and it seemed as if an earth dragon was turning over underground.

The giant roots of the ghost tree that had been rooted in Wuqing County for decades were cut in half, and the resentment of the people who died in the county town erupted instantly, soaring into the sky.

Dark clouds formed lush foliage as they flew through the sky, enveloping the top of the tree-clouds.

The laws governing Meng Po and the others were forcibly interrupted by this strange phenomenon.

Countless cries of calling for souls rang in everyone's ears.

The Ghost Tree's method of calling back souls no longer adheres to calling only one person, but rather the sounds overlap and intertwine:
"Meng Yuanniang".

"Chen Duozi".

"Liu Yizhen".

"Wu Shaochun".

……

Each call reverberates, shaking the very soul of the person being called.

Unbeknownst to them, a large number of ghost vines burrowed into the feet of the people in Wan'an County, corroding their insides.

At the same time, Zhao Fusheng used his pen to draw the six paths of reincarnation.

Humans are divided into good and evil, and ghosts also have rewards and punishments.

Those whose laws of ghosts benefit humans will be reborn in the following realms: the realm of gods, the realm of demons and ghosts, or be reborn as 'humans'.

Vicious ghosts and evil spirits are reborn as animals, in the depths of hell where they will never be reincarnated, or as hungry ghosts.

When Zhao Fusheng forcibly drew the fourth line, the law backfired on him.

Her shrine was crumbling, and her own merits were insufficient to support her in establishing such a vast order of heaven and earth on her first time wielding the Qiankun Brush.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't care less about all that. She chose to release the twelve levels of hell and use the power of hell to forcefully reincarnate into the six realms of reincarnation.

Hellfire soared into the sky, and Granny Xu emerged from the flames.

This usually strong-willed and eccentric old woman now showed a rare look of anxiety:
"Lord Zhao, your hellish power cannot swallow this cycle of reincarnation."

"Even if we can't swallow it up, we'll still swallow it up."

Zhao Fusheng said coldly.

As she spoke, a series of cracking sounds rang out, and a huge crack appeared in the shrine above her head.

The backlash from the laws was more dangerous than she had imagined.

The shrine was merely an illusion, yet she was one with its spirit. If she damaged the shrine, she herself would also be unable to escape harm.

Zhao Fusheng's face was deathly pale, but upon closer inspection, countless tiny blood vessels had appeared on his pale face.

At this moment, she was like a piece of porcelain with a hidden crack, which would shatter into pieces with the slightest impact.

"The calamity in Wuqing County was caused by the paper figure Zhang. Once the law of reincarnation is activated, if we only take half of it and escape, we will be forever bound by this law."

Even if you can escape the monk, you can't escape the temple.

If she runs away, what should Meng Po, Liu Yizhen, Chen Duozi and the others do?
Once the law was activated, no one could escape it.

The shrines of Meng Po and others were not completely destroyed, and they trusted her implicitly, so the law of reincarnation continued.

"I will take you into the six realms of reincarnation and send you to hell."

Zhao Fusheng's voice echoed in the ghost realm:
"From this point on, when a person dies, they become a ghost; when a ghost dies, it enters prison. Once in prison, it crosses the Yellow Springs, enters the cycle of reincarnation, drinks the Meng Po soup, removes its obsessions, and is ready for the next life."

With each word she spoke, the Qiankun Brush, gushing blood, recorded her words.

With the shrine in place, Zhao Fusheng, who controls the Investiture of the Gods, is the law of heaven and earth. At this moment, she has become the greatest 'ghost' in the world. When she is resurrected as a vengeful ghost in the future, the words she once spoke will become her obsession. Even if she dies and her consciousness dissipates, the vengeful ghost she is resurrected will act according to her obsession in life.

"Good and evil will eventually have their own order. Evil ghosts will be reincarnated in the three evil paths, while ghosts whose laws benefit the people will be reincarnated in the good path. Even if I die, the laws will not change. I will establish hell and establish order, and no ghost can interfere, not even ghosts!"

The moment she shouted, the Investiture of the Gods notification sounded: Host, make a great vow.

Once the law is established, even if someone tries to control it, they will ultimately be unable to change the laws of hell.

Should one use the power of splitting their own head to suppress the realm of benevolent ghosts and reincarnate into the human realm?
With things having come to this point, Zhao Fusheng answered without hesitation: Yes!

The moment the thought crossed her mind, her head tightened.

A certain major constraint suddenly tightened around her head.

It wasn't that a pair of hands were actually grabbing her head, but rather that an invisible law had formed a sanction that had bound her neck.

A thin, blood-red thread was tightly wrapped around her neck, threatening to kill her at any moment.

Zhao Fusheng was not afraid of death at this moment.

As she sacrificed her own head, the laws of reincarnation and the human realm came under her control.

She is more able to sense the existence of hell than ever before.

In the abyss, countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts hang in the cycle of reincarnation, emanating a powerful aura of resentment, awaiting their next life.

……

The Investiture of the Gods also states:
Should one split their own torso and arms to suppress the evil spirits of the cycle of reincarnation?
Yes!
Zhao Fusheng's thoughts resurfaced, and then both of his arms were restrained.

The causal contract formed a special bloodline that cut into her bone marrow and soul, causing her unbearable pain.

The shrine was even more broken, and she sat inside it, her face deathly pale.

The Investiture of the Gods asks again:
Should one split their own body and use the power of their legs and soul to suppress the endless hell?
Yes!
Despite the excruciating pain, Zhao Fusheng made his choice immediately.

Choosing to be together meant that the sixth cycle of reincarnation would immediately bind her completely.

The cycle of reincarnation was connected to her, immediately transforming into a heavy pressure that pulled her down.

'Boom.'

The shrine shattered with a crash, and the temple buildings dissipated into black mist, revealing Zhao Fusheng's true form sitting within.

The ghost tree was split open, and before anyone knew it, Zhao Fusheng was sitting upright in the very center of the ghost tree.

As she forcibly retracted the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Ghost Tree fell in all directions.

As the tree shadow fell, a thin, blood-red line connected Zhao Fusheng's head, neck, and limbs; the immense impact nearly tore her apart.

The blood-red ghostly lines were straightened, hanging her in mid-air as if she had been torn apart by six lines.

The ghost tree's toppling motion faltered slightly due to the bloodline connecting it to the ground.

However, this is not a long-term solution.

Even though the Ghost Tree was divided, each piece of the Ghost Tree was like a pillar supporting the sky, with roots extending deep into the ground and branches reaching towards the heavens.

The tree trunk is thick and seems to stretch endlessly.

In comparison, Zhao Fusheng, who was hanging in the center, was as small as an ant.

She, a mortal, defied the seemingly irresistible and terrifying laws.

At this moment, it seemed that even a wisp of wind or the falling of a leaf would be enough to change the outcome and tear Zhao Fusheng's body apart.

But she was fearless.

"Sir, let me help you."

Upon seeing this scene, Meng Po did not hesitate:

"I am willing to suppress the evil spirits and deities for you, sir."

She worshipped Zhao Fusheng, offering him the power of a vengeful spirit, and Zhao Fusheng built a shrine for her and protected her.

At this moment, with Meng Po's will falling, the paths of reincarnation, demons, and ghosts became linked to her. She became the guardian of the path of demons and gods.

"I have come to suppress the endless hell."

Liu Yizhen then added.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body turned to gold, guarding the gates of hell in the realm of evil spirits.

This gate is a place you can enter but never leave. The vengeful ghosts who enter this place will never be reincarnated. They have no afterlife, no hope, only endless sins to haunt them.

When the golden light shines upon the endless hell, the ghosts cast into this realm let out mournful and venomous cries.

Chen Duozi took a deep breath: "I will uphold the human way for you, sir."

This is related to her principles.

Anyone who enters the cycle of reincarnation and wishes to be reborn as a human being must obtain her permission.

She has the ability to send fetuses into the womb; any vengeful ghost waiting to be reborn must obtain her permission.

The ghostly accomplices who had fallen into the cycle of reincarnation in the human realm wailed loudly, and Chen Duozi, a woman who was usually weak, was unusually firm at this moment:

"Shut up! You are not allowed to wail or call back your souls. Evildoers will not be reborn as human beings!"

She resented the vengeful ghosts who called out to her soul, and she resented that these ghosts had almost killed Zhao Fusheng.

With her shout, the laws transformed into immense pressure, suppressing the horde of ghosts.

The horde of ghosts fell silent instantly, awaiting reincarnation, awaiting their next life.

"We guard the path of evil spirits for the adults."

Within the faintly visible Blood Tai Sui, the twins spoke in unison.

Kuai Manzhou, Wu Shaochun, and Xu Yu stood at the Heavenly Path without prior arrangement, while the people from the Imperial Capital, led by Yu Lingzhu, stood on the side of the Animal Path.

……

The six paths were suppressed.

Everyone worked together to withstand the force of the splitting ghost tree.

At the moment of making this grand vow, everyone's karma became intertwined, with an invisible red thread weaving through them.

At this moment, the image of Zang Junji reappeared in Zhao Fusheng's mind.

The Qiankun Brush once predicted that those who wielded the Investiture of the Gods would ultimately meet the same fate.

Although it is called the 'Investiture of the Gods' list, in reality, this list is always a ghost, and those who control ghosts will not have a good end.

Her situation at this time was similar to that of Zang Junji.

Hanging in mid-air, trapped in the twelfth level of hell.

Just as she was lost in thought, a faint, almost imperceptible light suddenly caught her eye.

The ghost realm is shrouded in darkness.

That tiny spark, like a brilliant star in the endless night, was exceptionally eye-catching.

But when things are out of the ordinary, something is amiss. Zhao Fusheng’s consciousness snapped out of the excruciating pain, and he became wary.

Along with that tiny spark of light came an indescribable stench.

The stench was indescribable, resembling that of a rotting corpse, yet even more pungent and visceral than the stench of decay, easily stirring up deep-seated resentment and disgust within one's soul.

"My lord, it is...it is a lamp."

Wu Shaochun was the first to smell the stench.

He mustered all his strength and looked up at the sky—a ghostly lamp swayed and slowly descended through the thick ghostly fog.

It was a lamp made from a human head.

The head's face was covered in blood, and its wide-open eyes held a mixture of confusion and a faint, lingering affection.

"Sun Shaoyin".

Zhao Fusheng sighed.

Sun Shaoyin, who died at the hands of his lover, had his final moments recorded by his ghostly body, which did not decay after being resurrected.

The ghost's eyes widened; the interior had already been lit.

Sun Shaoyin's arrival meant that Paper Man Zhang was no longer calmly sitting on the sidelines watching the tigers fight.

Zhao Fusheng's lips curled into a smile.

"why are you laughing?"

Suddenly, the head began to speak.

It was still hovering in mid-air, seemingly a hundred thousand miles away from Zhao Fusheng, but its eyes seemed to have fiery eyes, or perhaps the consciousness of the paper doll Zhang had been hiding here for a long time, already close to Zhao Fusheng's side, watching her every move and the slightest changes in her expression.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng felt a chill run down his spine.

But she didn't panic. Instead, she forced herself to calm down and said:

"Now that you have appeared, it should mean that the ghostly calamity in Wuqing County can be resolved."

Upon hearing the head make a sound, Yu Lingzhu was filled with dread when Zhao Fusheng spoke. A thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately vaguely understood the head's identity:
"A feng shui master?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she remembered what Zhao Fusheng had once said:

“No, it’s Paper Figure Zhang—” or perhaps Zang Xiongwu from the old Zang family ancestral hall.

"hey-hey."

The head grinned and continued:
"Indeed, the matter in Wuqing County has come to an end. If it weren't for your supreme law, the situation here would have been quite difficult to manage."

As he spoke, his head slowly fell to the ground.

With each inch it falls, the shadow weakens.

There is a force influencing it from this ghostly realm, as if it is absorbing its existence and merging with it.

"I think that beneath Old Madam Chang's ghostly body lies the remains of Sun Shaoyin, isn't it?" Zhao Fusheng sighed and asked.

The voice of Paper Doll Zhang rang out:

"Yes."

The head is fading away, but it's still opening its mouth to speak:

"What good is all this knowledge now?"

Sun Shaoyin's ghost head tilted to the side, its pale face still showing traces of pain, tenderness, and deep affection.

It was handsome when it was alive. If it were a living person, the focused look it gave when looking at people would make it easy to understand why Shen Yishu was so infatuated with it back then.

But at this moment, the severed head was writhing in pain, the broken neck uneven, evidence of the vengeful ghost's cruelty.

When someone stares at another person like that, it sends chills down their spine.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng has handled many ghost cases and is no longer the same as before.

She did not flinch, but met the ghost's gaze head-on:
"Sometimes, the grievances and stories of certain people need to be known and understood, so that future generations can learn from them."

"Hahahahahaha."

Gui Tou burst into laughter, Zang Xiongwu's tone laced with mockery:

"You're still so naive at this point."

The ghost's eyes rolled, 'looking' at Fan Bisi and his companion:
“Zhao Fusheng, you were born into poverty, but you were tricked and both your parents died tragically and became vengeful ghosts.”

Ghost Head said:
"You survived by sheer luck, not because Heaven helped you, but because you are exceptionally talented and have a connection with ghosts."

"But you should know that this world is rotten to the core."

Ghost Head said:

"The court is corrupt, and corrupt officials are rampant. Those who control ghosts are arrogant and extravagant, allowing ghosts to commit atrocities and exploit the people to the point of starvation."

Humans are more wicked than ghosts. In many places, after vengeful ghosts have resurrected, people are distressed because they cannot afford the "tea money and travel expenses" for hiring the demon-suppressing officials to control the ghosts. Therefore, they choose to conceal the case and pretend that nothing has happened.

"Evil arises from above, and evil arises from below. The people in such a world are foolish and ignorant, like pigs and sheep, only knowing how to endure their fate and having a wicked nature."

The paper figure Zhang Li enumerates all the crimes in the world and denounces the unrest of the world.

"People like that live like zombies, no different from animals. It's no loss if they die." He finished his sneer, paused for a moment, and then chuckled softly.
"You can't even protect yourself, yet you still want to seek justice for Sun Shaoyin."

Paper figure Zhang sighed:
Who wants to know his story?

(End of this chapter)