I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 559: Building a Ghost Town, Ignoring the Taoists (5k)

At first, Wen Yan thought that the street lights were too monotonous and seemed to be missing something, so he installed a camera on Mingtu, and it was an ordinary surveillance camera.

The advantage of this thing is that you can't take pictures of ghosts or something like that. It's especially suitable for the road to the underworld, as what you usually take pictures of are empty, unchanging roads.

If anything other than a ghost appears, the camera will be able to capture it clearly.

This kind of camera is usually useless and is purely used as a decoration. I didn’t expect that this time, it could actually capture those monsters.

Those monsters look like ghosts, but in fact they are just ghosts, not ordinary ghosts.

The black box gave the relevant things. At the beginning, a monster with all four limbs on the ground appeared, as if something had reached the dead end first.

Looking at the monster's performance, Wen Yan could tell that the other party knew the rules of the underworld and had no way to circumvent these rules. The monster never looked back and kept moving forward.

All the monsters were like this. They didn't even tilt their heads, and they kept looking straight ahead.

Wen Yan was not surprised that these things knew the rules of the underworld. The fact that they could obey them at least showed that they had intelligence.

If there is a problem in the underworld, Wen Yan doesn't even need to ask the black box, he can probably guess that there must be problems in other places, especially the cloud sea rifts, there is no doubt about it.

Whenever these troublemakers want to do something, the first thing they do is to tie up the old Taoist priest's hands. This has become a standard procedure.

Wen Yan was not surprised that no one came to the main intersection. His house did not need anyone to come. If Wen Yan and his neighbors could not stop them, then it would not be of much use if other people came.

At the moment, there shouldn’t be any big problems, but it seems like Brother Gou is a little too angry.

The black box has sent back a message, telling Wen Yan that the director of the headquarters has talked to people from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks. At this time, it is impossible to count on people below the Three Mountains and Five Peaks.

The Three Mountains and Five Peaks have status, and naturally they also have responsibilities. Now is the time for those who are capable of going down to the underworld to go down and try.

There is a high probability that one will never return. Not everyone is like Wen Yan, who has a strong yang energy and a scorching sun. The derivative special effects of the scorching sun can make one immune to environmental damage in the underworld, and also has a powerful fixed ability to never get lost.

The people who will take on this job now include people from Qingcheng and Laoshan, and they are still discussing it.

There is no doubt about Qingcheng. Opening a ghost clinic means dealing with these ghosts. Taoism and magical powers are basically in the same direction.

As for Mount Laoshan, it covers a wide range of subjects. The Taoist priests of Mount Laoshan were once very famous. They were also the earliest Taoist priests to go down the mountain. They did not have the concept of cherishing their own things. When they walked down the mountain, they would sometimes meet ordinary people and might teach them something.

These practices have a lot to do with the process of the emergence of Laoshan.

This time, a Taoist priest who was good at related aspects took the initiative to step forward. He said that the Taoist tradition had already been passed down, and his own Taoist practice was limited, so there was no hope of ascending. It would be better to take the risk. Even if he died, he could shamelessly place the tablet on the side of the ancestral hall.

There were only a few people who knew that Wen Yan should not be dead, but they also knew that in this situation, Wen Yan did not have the final say. Someone was targeting Wen Yan, and it was obvious that Wen Yan was standing in the way.

There will be tomorrow if not today, so we might as well get things done while we can still regain the initiative.

Today they dared to use Suicune, which was directly crossing the bottom line. Fortunately, Suicune was much stronger than they thought, and the relationship between Wen Yan and Suicune was obviously not what everyone thought, which allowed this matter to have room for maneuver.

What will you dare to use next time? What will you dare to provoke?
I don’t even dare to think about that.

Wen Yan looked at his cell phone. The gray cloth dragged Wen Yan's body forward in the sea. He was now ready to go through the sea to Nanwu County and return quietly.

In order to ensure the effect, the mobile phone and number he now uses are both new.

Naturally, he has to do the job of going to the underworld. Regardless of whether there will be a fight or not, at least being able to go on and come back is a basic need.

Of course he couldn't tolerate someone causing trouble in his backyard.

He was quietly going back, while on the other side, in other places, people were also fighting.

Those guys who had been hiding for a long time, when someone's layout finally worked, they confirmed that the Lieyang Tribe was mobilizing troops, and even the warships of the Eastern Theater were approaching the mouth of the Huai River, as if they were ready to fight Shui Jun openly.

Many people couldn't bear it anymore.

There are alien creatures causing trouble near Fengdu. When the underworld appeared before, part of Fengdu fell into the underworld. Since then, this place, which was originally very popular among ghosts, has suddenly become a holy land for ghosts.

Many local ghosts and ghosts from other places want to come here, but unfortunately, they have always been restricted.

This is not Guanzhong County. The Lieyang Tribe knows clearly that if too many ghosts gather here, it will sooner or later become a real ghost town.

Even though these ghosts themselves may not have any ideas, as long as they gather to a certain extent, changes will naturally begin.

Guanzhong County has such a profound cultural heritage that it can contain the huge number of ghosts. It can even handle the situation where people live on the ground and ghosts live underground without affecting each other.

This has a lot to do with the environment, history, and even the people buried there, as well as the mediation of the Lieyang Tribe and Prince Zhu.

Fengdu is different. According to various legends, it is a ghost town.

And today, some of the ghosts that had gathered before began to take the lead and incite other ghosts to build a real ghost town here.

I had dinner with Wen Yan before. When Wen Yan was dragged away by Qingxuzi to deceive believers that children's academic performance depends on personal effort and parental support, the senior brother was eating oranges and watching the fun from a distance.

Now they have arrived in Fengdu. He blindfolded himself and was followed by a ghost he controlled. The ghost had a sinister aura and a hat on his head that obscured his face.

When we arrived at the place, there were no living people to be seen. The original residents nearby had been relocated by the Lieyang Tribe with various reasons when part of Fengdu Yinyu fell into the underworld.

Even if it is not within the range of the Yin Realm, it may still have an impact. Who can say for sure? It is better to avoid it.

When entering the city, you will see that it is filled with gloomy air and ghost figures appear on various ancient-looking buildings.

The blindfolded senior brother stretched out his hand, took out a triangular yellow flag, threw it casually, and stuck it on the top of the city wall.

He turned around and bowed to the front, then saluted to the left and right.

“I am a poor Taoist from Qingcheng, and I am glad to meet you all.

After your death, you will be fortunate enough to be transformed into ghosts, which is not easy.

I used to practice medicine in a clinic, which was a way to accumulate merit.

Today I come here to advise you all not to cross the line.

Being used and turned into cannon fodder is really not worth it."

Before the Taoist could finish his words, he saw several crossbow arrows coming from the distance.

The tall and thin Apia, who had been following behind the Taoist, immediately stretched out a slender arm and stood beside the Taoist, blocking the crossbow arrows with his arm.

The explosives tied to the crossbow arrow suddenly exploded, creating a ball of fire.

After the flames dissipated, only the ghost, who was about two meters thirty-four, was seen still standing in the same place. The black cloak on his arms was blown to pieces, revealing three arms that intertwined together to form a shield, protecting the Taoist priest in the middle.

Without paying any attention to the Taoist priest's motionlessness, he shook his sleeves and a small altar flew out and landed on the ground.

"Begin with courtesy and then use force. Since you do not listen to the doctor's advice, I also know a little bit about Taoism."

Before the altar on the ground was erected, a hanged ghost appeared on the roof on the side. His long tongue spanned several meters, rolled up the small altar and then retracted.

After the hanged ghost rolled up the altar, his tongue felt like it was burned by red-hot charcoal and he let go of the altar. Immediately, a long-haired ghost rolled up the small altar with his hair and took over and threw it back.

The altar was thrown away, and there was a burst of ghostly laughter all around.

If a Taoist priest cannot hold an altar, what is the point of performing rituals?

I saw more and more ghosts appearing on the roofs, slowly approaching.

Bu Shidao took out a mobile phone from his sleeve and said something to it.

"Uncle Master, don't blame me now. I wanted to talk to them nicely, but they didn't listen and took away my altar..."

Qingxuzi's sigh was heard from the phone.

"Ah, I must have done something wrong. I can only help you copy one-third of the scriptures and recite one-third of the scriptures. You have to handle the rest by yourself..." After a sigh, there was the sound of the phone being hung up.

The laughter of the Taoist Bu Shi gradually subsided. He made a seal toward the sky with his hand, but pointed it not at the sky, but at himself.

As he made the fingerprints, the dried ghost following behind him took a step forward, as if it had merged into the body of the Taoist who didn't see the Tao, or as if it had turned into a piece of armor, wrapping the Taoist who didn't see the Tao inside.

After a rapid change, although the Taoist was blindfolded, six arms suddenly appeared under his Taoist robe.

He reached into his bag and pulled out eight golden objects, one in each hand. With a shake of his hands, the folded objects turned into eight golden long swords.

"You don't want to drink the toast, but drink the forfeit wine. Do you think that I, a disciple of Qingcheng, am useless if I can't open the altar?

If it were so simple, I would have kept silent, brother. It is such a noble cause, it costs such a huge price, and it is so difficult, isn't it just a waste of effort?

You bunch of filthy people, do you really think I'm easy to talk to?
"Poverty" is just my humble title. It's too arrogant to call myself rich."

With eight golden swords in his hands, the Taoist priest exudes a sinister aura, which seems to be even more severe than those ghosts.

There was a ghost who wanted to launch a sneak attack, but the Taoist didn't even look back. An arm on his back swung a golden knife and came down, slashing at him. The ghost didn't have a single scratch on his body, but stood still, unable to move.

He brandished eight golden knives and twisted his body, rushing into the depths at a rapid speed like a ghost.

Wherever the golden sword passed, all the ghosts were cut by it and froze in place, as if they were frozen in place.

He indeed couldn't see anything, but in his perception, these ghosts were like bright lights in the dark night. The ghosts over there were stronger. He could tell which ghost was transmitting information and which ghost was using strange abilities more than a hundred meters away in his mind.

The remaining ghosts who wanted to escape found that they could not get out of the city gate. The command flag inserted on the city gate had the same aura as the Taoist Bu Shi, blocking the way. No ghost could break through. If they wanted to break through, they had to kill the Taoist Bu Shi first.

The Taoist Bu Shi rushed all the way to the depths, and he felt that there was a most powerful ghost here.

When he arrived at the place, he saw that the ordinary roof suddenly broke open, and a monster about four or five meters tall, covered with flesh, rushed out from inside. With its huge force, it blew away the door panel and went straight towards the Taoist who didn't want to see him.

Eight golden knives transformed into a cold light and directly cut the door panel in front of him. He ran straight towards the monster.

When it was close to him, he paused, took the Yu step, twisted his body, and started cutting from the side. Dense knife marks accumulated rapidly on the monster's body, and the monster's movements began to slow down.

In just over ten seconds, more than a hundred knife scars appeared on the monster's body.

When one knife was inserted into the monster's back, one into its neck, and one into its head, the monster was completely frozen there, unable to move.

The Taoist priest came to the front of the monster and stabbed a knife into its mouth.

"Monster from the Great Wilderness, remember, the one who kills you is a cultivator from Qingcheng, not a Taoist."

Then he turned around and faced the remaining ghosts here.

"I know that some of you will spread the news. Please help me pass a message to the person behind and ask him to pray that he can die cleanly at once.

Otherwise, if he is not a ghost and becomes one after his death, he will be given a cage made of pure gold in the thousand-year-old salt well in Qingcheng.

You can wait for me from morning till night to avenge my silent junior brother."

The Taoist priest swung his sword and killed from one end to the other, and no longer sensed any special ghosts. Nearly one-third of the ghosts here were fixed in place.

He left directly from the other side, and when he left the city, he threw a golden knife and stuck it into the top of the city wall on the east side.

Only after the Taoist priest left did these frightened ghosts dare to move.

None of them dared to touch the motionless ghosts, and no one dared to touch the golden knife left by the Taoist priest.

When the sky was getting light, the moment the sun appeared, the golden knife reflected the sun's light, as if it had just split the darkness here, and the light of the sun fell into this dark area.

As for those ghosts that were chopped by the Taoist priest, they were illuminated by the light. The scorching sun, which should have been gentle, seemed to have turned into the scorching heat of noon.

All the ghosts that were frozen in place by the chopping knife began to have their Yang energy rising rapidly. In just a few seconds, some of them spontaneously combusted without fire and dissipated in the flames of Yang energy.

The monster, several meters tall, who was nailed to the spot, was clearly not dead, but was in the most pain at this moment. The flames continued to rise, burning it bit by bit, as if Wen Yan was here in person, burning it to death bit by bit with the fire of the scorching sun.

After a few minutes, the monster's huge body gradually turned into a skeleton that seemed to be missing many parts. The monster's wailing was only heard here at this time.

The skeleton shattered and fell, and it was still burning after hitting the ground until it burned into a pile of ashes without any trace of negative energy.

On the other side, after Bu Shi Dao Ren came out, he did not stop. He got on the car prepared by the Lieyang Tribe and continued to move forward. He was going to Decheng.

He took out his phone and called Qingxuzi.

"Hey, uncle, it's settled. As we agreed before, one third of the Piao scriptures there will be yours."

"Okay." Qingxuzi agreed readily.

The Taoist monk Bu Shi laughed. This meant that after committing the sin of killing, one must write the scriptures and recite them personally. Of course, if there is a high-level Taoist priest willing to do it for one, that is also fine.

"Most of the ghosts there were a mob that was instigated and coerced. I only killed less than a third of the evil-minded ones. I don't bother to care about the rest. Uncle Master, you promised me beforehand, so don't go back on your word."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Qingxuzi hung up the phone angrily.

It is equivalent to not paying attention to the Taoist and not writing a single word.

After Bu Shidao hung up the phone, the smile on his face slowly faded.

After receiving the news that Wen Yan died in the Huai River, a whole bunch of other things popped up immediately afterwards. Anyone with eyes could see what was going on.

He likes this new junior fellow student very much.

Before, I just simply liked it. It was very interesting to see Wen Yan sitting there racking his brains to interpret the fortune. Of course, it was even more interesting when he was arguing with Qingxuzi.

Later, a cultivator appeared. He knew that Wen Yan was punished by heaven and had to find a new way out. However, he didn't know how to open up the source of truth and bypass the Heavenly Court. He admired Wen Yan.

In Qingcheng, he was the first one to change his career to a cultivator, and it went very smoothly.

Now that they are killing people indiscriminately, it is considered very restrained.

Hearing that there was trouble in Decheng, he quickly solved the problem in Fengdu, and by the way, he used his golden knife to cut a gap in the ghost town.

A bunch of filthy things, you still want to build a ghost town? Build a fart, after becoming a cultivator, the first thing you do is to split the ghost town.

Before he entered Qingcheng, he was not a lonely man. Simply put, he was rich and his family was wealthy. He was a Taoist who earned millions a year, but no one dared to call themselves a rich Taoist like him.

He took out a few pieces of ancient jade, which were enough to pay for those Taoists to work hard outside for several years.

He was determined, and as soon as he got the news, he prepared to go to Decheng and go to the underworld.

If he didn't go this time, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to sleep well in the future.

Qingxuzi certainly wanted to stop him, but unfortunately he couldn't. The fact that he was able to change his job smoothly showed that he was determined and not so easy to persuade.

Wen Yan was not here, but the one who caused the trouble missed the most important thing this time.

That is, Wen Yan opened up the source of resources for cultivators, but cultivators have to cultivate their realm first, which means that they do not have to start from scratch after changing their profession and accumulate bit by bit.

Two months is enough time for some people with high attainments, strong wills, and clear minds to truly walk steadily on this path. In some ways, they can even go further than Wen Yan, the pioneer.

Many things that were derived from it were not there before, such as not visiting Taoist priests and not opening altars to perform rituals. For him, this was actually a way to free himself from the shackles.

The scorching sun can bless him, allowing him to eliminate the side effects of borrowing the power of ghosts and gods afterwards.

(End of this chapter)