I become a god in another world

Chapter 738 Desire to Seal Two Ghosts
Chapter 738

'Da da da. ’

In spring, the days are short, and it gets dark quickly as evening approaches.

On this day, the people in Wan'an County seemed to sense some kind of unease, and they closed their doors, turned off their lights, and went to sleep early.

At some point, a faint fog suddenly appeared in the county.

Amidst the mist, the sound of galloping hooves rang out, startling the still-sleepy people.

The wheels slowly rolled over the road, making a sound.

The people, who had their doors tightly shut, wondered: "It's already curfew. Could it be that some official is on official business and passing through here?"

Amidst the people's doubts, Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manzhou drove their vehicle through the streets, and by the time they arrived at the Confucius Temple in Beggar's Alley, it was already completely dark.

The vehicle stopped in front of Beggar Alley, and Zhao Fusheng got out with Kuai Manzhou.

The driver was an old man of about sixty years old, wearing a patched coat and a small hat. His exposed hands were covered in chilblains, which had not yet healed.

He didn't know why Zhao Fusheng wouldn't let him into the beggar's alley, but he felt a sense of relief.

Tonight, the Confucius Temple gave him a very oppressive feeling.

The sky here seems darker than elsewhere, giving the impression that a storm is brewing.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that it was much colder here than other places.

"Sir, Steward Guo asked me to deliver this to the Confucius Temple—"

“You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll walk in with Manzhou. You drive back to the manor now, go to the account and deposit ten coins. Tell them it’s my order. Use it to buy some wine to warm yourself up. Go to bed early tonight and come pick me up here tomorrow morning,” Zhao Fusheng said.

The driver, who had been inexplicably terrified a moment ago, immediately smiled upon hearing about the reward, his eyes lighting up instantly:
"Thank you, sir."

"Go."

Zhao Fusheng waved her hand, and as she spoke, she held the door god and ghost token in her palm and struck the ghost seal onto the carriage.

The coachman was completely unaware of all this.

Two dark figures transformed into a bloody light, silently imprinting themselves on the car door, leaving faint traces of blood.

With the help of this mark, the driver felt that the oppressive and uneasy feeling he had felt earlier had immediately faded a lot.

He was unaware of the strange changes and assumed that Zhao Fusheng was there, so he would be protected by an adult.

Thinking about the money to buy wine later on, he was happy, so he cracked his whip and drove the carriage away.

Once everyone left, Zhao Fusheng's smile faded, and he glanced at Kuai Manyu:
"Let's also go into the Confucius Temple."

Kuai Manzhou grabbed her hand.

The Confucius Temple has undergone tremendous changes since the day she first entered the place.

After Qiao Yuesheng was lured to this place and reached a balance with Liu Huacheng, the place was transformed into a small trading area after discussions with the Demon Suppression Division of Wan'an County.

During the year that Zhao Fusheng was away from Wan'an County, Magistrate Pang devoted most of his efforts to the Confucius Temple in the south of the city, in addition to ordering the construction of the wharf and the repair of the shops and markets inside and outside the Zhenmosi government office.

After repeated discussions with Pang Qing and others, they finally decided on a market street centered around the Confucius Temple.

The general layout of Beggar Alley remained unchanged, but the dilapidated market town was completely demolished and transformed into a brand new market town.

His future plan is to make this place a trading hub specializing in furs, spices, and other rare and exotic products, catering to foreign merchants.

Most of the shops have been built, but they are not yet in use because Zhao Fusheng has not returned this year, and two powerful ghosts have been left behind. No one dares to make decisions on their own.

Xu Yachen and others had long recognized the opportunity. When Zhao Fusheng returned this time, the local gentry had already mentioned several times the need to open the Nanshifang trading office.

……

Because the market had not yet opened, the shops were empty, and only the officials from Wan'an County remained outside the Confucius Temple to guard the area.

They knew that ghost stories had happened here, but because of the magistrate's orders and the generous financial subsidies, they took turns guarding the place and did not allow anyone else to approach.

Lanterns were lit under the Confucius Temple—but these lanterns were different from those when Liu Yizhen was stationed there; they were no longer ghost lanterns, but just ordinary lanterns.

As Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manyi approached each other, a constable became alert and shouted loudly:

Who's lurking in the shadows?

Two men wielding large knives emerged from the light, cautiously surveying their surroundings.

"Don't you know the market hasn't opened yet? Curfew has started. If you don't follow the rules, you'll be thrown into jail and punished if you're caught."

The fog was thick tonight, and when the two constables looked around, they could see no one, only houses hidden in the fog.

After they finished speaking, their hearts pounded with anxiety.

But the next moment, a woman's voice was heard saying:
"It's me, Zhao Fusheng."

As soon as the words were spoken, two figures, one large and one small, emerged from the thick fog, one leading the other. The one in the lead was none other than Zhao Fusheng, the chief clerk of the Demon Suppression Division of Wan'an County.

The two constables felt something was off about tonight, and a chill ran down their spines. But when they saw Zhao Fusheng appear, their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, immediately settled back into place.

"So it's Lord Zhao."

The first constable to speak almost burst into tears:

"Thank goodness an adult came; I thought—"

He stopped himself from speaking immediately, a look of unease creeping over his face.

Zhao Fusheng didn't argue with him, but instead smiled and said:

"You two are cautious and alert by nature. You did a good job guarding this place without shirking your duties."

Her praise made the two of them look embarrassed, and Zhao Fusheng then said:

"I will speak to Magistrate Pang later and have you two promoted to head of the guard."

Upon hearing this, the two were overjoyed and bowed repeatedly, expressing their deepest gratitude.

After finishing his casual conversation, Zhao Fusheng's smile vanished, and his expression turned serious.
"I have something to do next. Tonight, the Confucius Temple will be taken over by the Demon Suppression Division. You two should immediately leave the Beggar Alley and wait at the intersection outside the alley."

After the battle of Wuqing County, she now has a total of more than three million merit points.

After accumulating more merit points, Zhao Fusheng realized that his control over the Investiture of the Gods was more stable, and that he could now control the ghosts and gods that he couldn't completely suppress before—such as Erlang Shen—as if they were his own arms.

These merits are enough for her to unlock two more divine positions, and to fully confer titles upon the two deities in the Confucius Temple.

Zhao Fusheng was very confident, so he did not allow the two constables to completely avoid him.

Although the two did not know what she was going to do, they nodded upon hearing this:

"We will follow your orders, sir. If you need us, you will see us as soon as you leave the beggar's alley."

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "Go ahead."

The two constables exchanged a glance, then bowed with their hands clasped in prayer. They slowly took a few steps back, and after receiving Zhao Fusheng's nod of apology, the two turned and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures disappeared from Zhao Fusheng's sight, and soon the footsteps faded into the distance, indicating that they had run several streets away.

Zhao Fusheng silently counted the time in his mind, guessing that the two had already left the beggar's alley, before saying to Kuai Manzhou:

"It's almost the end of the week, we should go to the Confucius Temple too."

As she spoke, she stepped into the temple. Two powerful demons of the Tribulation level or above were suppressed here. As soon as he entered, Zhao Fusheng felt a chill seep into his bones.

Without Liu Yizhen's suppression, the temple became eerie and terrifying.

Although Zhao Fusheng had not specifically instructed Magistrate Pang not to trespass on this place, the officers mostly sensed danger because of the ghosts, and they rarely set foot in the temple.

On the surface, this place is no different from when Zhao Fusheng first set foot in the Confucius Temple.

However, if you linger in the temple for even a short while, you can feel the intense malice permeating the place from all directions, penetrating every nook and cranny.

'Whoosh—'

A night breeze blew in from outside the temple, and the two lanterns hanging at the temple entrance began to sway slightly.

In such an environment, a person's five senses are heightened to their fullest extent.

The dim yellow light flickered and swayed, and the long shadows on the ground began to undulate.

Zhao Fusheng noticed that a thick fog had appeared inside the temple at some point. He couldn't tell if the fog had condensed into thin threads or if the old spider webs that used to hang from the ceiling of the Confucius Temple had broken into lines and were hanging from the beams, swaying gently in the wind.

Malicious recovery.

'Tick. '

'Tick. '

The sound of dripping water rang out, followed by a faint smell of blood mixed with a barely perceptible scent of incense that entered Zhao Fusheng's nostrils.

Kuai Manzhou's expression changed.

Blood began to gush from the child's eyes. She had been grabbing Zhao Fusheng's hand for the past two days, and her face revealed a ferocious and wary look, like that of a wild beast.

Blood began to seep from her chest, and a restless, malevolent aura stirred within her hair.

Zhao Fusheng looked up at the ceiling and saw that the roof beams had become blurred, as if some strange force had silently erased the wood grain that had once been carved.

She smiled slightly:
"It seems these two can't hold back any longer."

The initial decision to have the two demons suppress each other was a risky move, and fortunately, a balance was achieved.

Tonight, Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manzhou returned. Their presence itself was extremely ominous, breaking the hard-won balance in this place. It was no surprise that Liu Huacheng and Qiao Yueshan revived.

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, he turned to Kuai Manzhou and said:

"Man Zhou, seal this place off and do not let any evil energy leak out."

The child responded blankly:
"it is good."

As he spoke, the Yellow Springs Ghost Path appeared, and countless black and red ghost flowers bloomed inside the Confucius Temple.

Kuai Manzhou's long hair flew wildly, and Zhuang Si Niangzi's ghostly figure appeared silently. The ghost's hair mingled with the child's hair, intertwining with hers and weaving a net that trapped the entire Confucius Temple within it.

The child's figure vanished, leaving only a blood bead in place. A ghostly thread passed through the blood bead and flicked it gently, sending it flying into the air.

Kuai Manzhou's shadow appeared in mid-air, looking down with his face covered in ghostly markings.

Once she was ready, Zhao Fusheng also made his move.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the Investiture of the Gods.

Upon seeing the Investiture of the Gods, she had a thought: Activate the divine position!
The prompt from the Investiture of the Gods echoed in her mind: "Would you like to consume 50 merit points to unlock a divine position?"
Zhao Fusheng's breath hitched: Yes!
50 merit points were deducted.

But she didn't stop there; instead, she continued: "Activate the divine position!"
The Investiture of the Gods prompts again: Do you want to consume 100 million merit points to unlock a divine position?
Yes!
As soon as the two divine positions opened, Zhao Fusheng held two divine tokens in her hands. Then, with the help of the power of Erlang Shen, a drop of blood suddenly seeped from the center of her forehead. Where the blood fell, the skin and flesh split open, and a ghost eye emerged.

With the movement of the ghostly eyeballs, all the evil spirits and demons' tricks were exposed.

"Qiao Yuesheng! Liu Huacheng!"

As she called out the names of the two ghosts, she herself, with the help of Erlang Shen, possessed the supernatural powers of a fierce ghost, becoming like a ghost herself.

The balance of the Confucius Temple was immediately broken.

Amidst the blood-red light, a simple shrine and wild temple suddenly appeared.

Above the temple, a headless corpse sat upright.

A bloodstained, blunt-bladed broadsword was held in the arms of a headless ghost, and a cauldron was placed in front of the vengeful spirit.

Three unburnt incense sticks were inserted into the incense burner at some unknown time. At this moment, the incense spontaneously combusted without a flame, and wisps of blue smoke rose up, immediately reviving the evil spirit.

At the same time, red light flashed below the temple, and dozens of beams of blood-red light, like celestial maidens scattering flowers, shone from under the shrine to the roof beams.

Wherever the blood-red light touched, everything that came into contact with it silently dissolved.

The roof beams are disappearing, and the tiles, no longer supported by the wooden beams, are falling with a 'clang'.

Before Zhao Fusheng could speak, a blood-red net fell down, firmly covering the object beneath the shrine.

The power of the blood-red light was restrained, and the malevolent aura ceased, revealing a coffin within the ghost net.

The coffin was surrounded by a ring of strange holes, each about the size of a palm, shaped like paper figures holding hands around it.

The bloody light that had previously obliterated the roof beams shone through the human-shaped holes in the coffin.

Just then, the blood-red coffin silently melted away, revealing a corpse lying inside.

It was the body of an elderly man, dressed neatly.

Liu Huacheng was a high-ranking official in the capital during his lifetime, and he took pride in his official position throughout his life. After his death, he was dressed in a specially made burial robe and wore a crown that matched his official rank during his lifetime, making him look exceptionally solemn.

It held the Book of Ghosts—a malevolent object that accompanied it. However, in the past year, the Book of Ghosts had turned blood-red, as if it had been fed with malevolent energy, making it look exceptionally terrifying.

Liu Huacheng held a book in one hand and made a writing motion with the other.

In the blink of an eye, the vengeful spirit revived, its fingers twitching slightly.

With a gentle stroke, the coffin on which it rested vanished without a trace.

……

While Liu Huacheng was recovering and Kuai Manzhou was suppressing it, Zhao Fusheng was not idle and waiting.

Qiao Yueshan was no ordinary person. After his death, he almost wiped out the entire population of Shilipo, which allowed him to advance to an extremely high level, making him a highly dangerous and powerful ghost.

As soon as it revived, the ghostly figure disappeared from the shrine and immediately tried to pull Zhao Fusheng into a ghostly dream.

Before it could make a move, Zhao Fusheng suddenly sat down cross-legged.

"One begets two, two begets four, four begets all things."

The battle of Wuqing County was not only about the paper figure Zhang Deli, but Zhao Fusheng was also learning from it.

As soon as she sat down, another 'Zhao Fusheng' appeared beside her, followed by a second 'Zhao Fusheng,' a third, a fourth—until dozens, even hundreds, of Zhao Fushengs appeared in the Confucius Temple.

Each of the 'Zhao Fusheng' figures moves in unison with the real Zhao Fusheng, and they are connected by a faint bloodline.

As Qiao Yuesheng pulled her into the ghost dream, all the 'Zhao Fusheng's' that she summoned instantly closed their eyes.

They were immersed in a dream.

On the contrary, with these 'Zhao Fusheng's' entering his dreams, the real Zhao Fusheng became exceptionally lucid.

(End of this chapter)