Taoist Master: I have a strange world

Chapter 128: The city god is sealed, the third city lord of Linjiang!

Swish!

On the bronze mirror, light flashed, and Zhang Ling's figure disappeared without a trace.

Wang Lie, Lu Ping, and Yang Xing looked at each other.

"The immortal is gone."

Wang Lie stood up, looked at his two younger brothers, and said, "Since the Taoist Master has said it, let's split up and go to a place with abundant river water to try to see if it can rain."

"If you can't pray for rain in these places, it means it's not our problem, but the problem of heaven and earth."

As he spoke, a glimmer of light flashed in Wang Lie's tiger eyes, and he said, "It's possible that the Beast Buddha Temple is causing trouble!"

They split up, leaving one to sit in the immortal temple, while the remaining two went out to the place where the river gathered.

Yang Xing climbed up into the clouds, covering his figure, and headed westward until he reached the Tongtian River in the west of Chenan Kingdom.

The Tongtian River is vast and is also the border of Chenan Kingdom. This area used to be the deep-rooted territory of the Beast Buddha Temple.

Swish!

The Sanqing Shenjian in front of Zhang Ling suddenly dimmed.

Yang Xing saw that the offering table carried by these people was not a melon and fruit, but a boy dressed in a festive but obviously pink color.

Hearing this, Yang Xing became a little angry and said: "What kind of beast Buddha envoy wants to sacrifice a boy?"

"The Lingxian King is the messenger of the Beast Buddha and the master of the Tongtian River. Without his permission, the water of the Tongtian River will not flow out even if the ditch is opened."

Hearing this call, Yang Xing frowned immediately: "Messenger of Beast Buddha, King of Spiritual Appearance? What is this?"

But now it seems that the Beast Buddha Temple has been taking action.

Of course, here, it is called 'Daodao'.

"The current drought in the world is all because the Beast Buddha envoy has offended the Beast Buddha envoy, so we need to offer sacrifices to calm the Beast Buddha envoy's anger."

Unable to sit idly by and ignore them, he stepped forward directly, stopped all these people, and asked with a stern face: "What are you going to do?"

"Zen Master Yuan She, Beast Buddha Temple..."

"The messenger of the beast Buddha, the spiritual king, the master of heaven, I am willing to sacrifice the boy in order to get the river water..."

Yang Xing felt a little outrageous and asked: "Spiritual King, what is that?"

But as the sky darkened and the wind blew, there was no trace of moisture in the sky and the earth.

and……

"It still can't rain!"

At this time, the boy was still crawling curiously on the table, not knowing what was going to happen.

Even the largest river in Chenan Country has traces of the activities of the Beast Buddha Temple.

As he went, there was a cry.

Yang Xing glanced at the vast river and couldn't help but frown: "Is there really any beast or Buddha messenger in this river?"

"Then when we pray for rain but it doesn't rain, does it have something to do with the so-called envoys of the beast Buddha?"

"We have to sacrifice to the spiritual king in the Tongtian River so that we can get water." Some people replied.

……

Originally, they thought that after the successful battle, the Beast Buddha Temple lost two abbots and would become sluggish and unable to compete with the Taoist Temple.

Yang Xing looked over and found that it was a group of common people, beating gongs and drums, and celebrating with red ribbons. They carried the altar table and headed towards the Tongtian River.

At this time, Yang Xing was sure, just as Zhang Ling said.

Yang Xing asked angrily: "Who told you to sacrifice the messenger of the beast Buddha?"

Boom!

Yang Xing arrived not far from the Tongtian River and found that the rice fields that were closer could also divert water from the river.

Yang Xing realized that this was the Beast Buddha Temple causing trouble again.

Yang Xing was ready and immediately started trying to pray for rain.

"The Immortal is right, the failure of rain is not our fault, but the fault of this world."

Yang Xing has pushed his magic power to the extreme, but he still can't make the rain fall.

But during the last battle, the 'Zen Master Yuan She' who was in charge of the Beast Buddha Temple here died, so this place was gradually occupied by the Taoist Temple, and the fields were planted with high-yielding 'hybrid rice'.

Seeing Yang Xing's well-dressed and aggressive appearance, these common people were a little timid and said, "In the past, Zen Master Yuan She often organized sacrifices."

With this doubt, Yang Xing couldn't help but head towards Tongtian River, wanting to see why he couldn't activate the prayer for rain.

"It's obviously not far from the Tongtian River, but it can't rain..."

Soon, the storm started and the sky became dark.

As he stood by the river, he noticed the sound of gongs and drums.

"If you can't pray for rain, is there something wrong?"

From those words, Yang Xing already understood that these boys were sacrifices to the so-called spiritual king.

But the rice fields a little further away are still dry inside.

Zhang Ling thought about it for a while, but he didn't worry too much about it. After all, he asked Wang Lie and the others to 'investigate the cause'.

Zhang Ling got up and went about his business.

His top priority is to sell the gold he got, then rent a remote warehouse, and then go to 'purchase' and buy some things.

Fortunately, in modern society, as long as you have money, you can solve it, and the subsequent problems are not a problem.

Zhang Ling only needs to sell the gold to get some money.

This time, Zhang Ling no longer wore his Taoist robes and went down the mountain to sell gold. That would have been too obvious.

He put on his regular clothes, took a taxi, took the gold and set off.

When he arrived in the city, Zhang Ling visited several gold stores before delivering the gold one pound at a time.

As a hard currency, gold has some hard currency.

In any gold shop, it is not a problem to sell a pound or two.

Therefore, it is not noticeable at all that Zhang Ling did not sell the gold together.

After selling the gold, Zhang Ling immediately worked non-stop to rent a warehouse.

On this point, he had already contacted him online when he came down the mountain. The direct meeting was to confirm the price and complete the transaction.

Zhang Ling rented a 1,000-square-meter warehouse for 30,000 yuan per month for one year.

This warehouse is a separate warehouse, which was renovated from an abandoned factory, so it can be regarded as a "single-yard, single-family building". It is also remote in the front and back, and the price is suitable.

Zhang Ling took a look and was very satisfied and rented it directly.

After renting it, Zhang Ling didn't need to buy things secretly.

If he wants to buy something again, he only needs to ask the seller to deliver it to this warehouse, and then come and pick it up directly.

Moreover, when picking up the goods, as long as he turns off the power switch, no one will suspect anything, because he now has the right to use the warehouse, and he can use the water, electricity, etc. inside at will.

According to the warehouse lessor, the electricity consumption of this factory in a year is very high, and even running millions of kWh of electricity is not a problem.

Therefore, after renting the warehouse, Zhang Ling stayed here to fill up his green gourd with thousands of kilowatt hours of electricity that was missing, and also made some electric talismans.

"Next time, there is no need to steal high-voltage electricity. Just get it directly from the factory. It is not a problem to get 10,000 kilowatt hours a day."

Zhang Ling thought to himself.

After doing this, Zhang Ling also placed some orders through the Internet or over the phone, and ordered some food and daily agricultural supplies for the tens of thousands of people in Qingyun Blessed Land.

When Zhang Ling returned to the Taoist temple again, the sun had just set and it was already dark.

"Almost." Zhang Ling directly activated the Sanqing Divine Mirror and traveled to another world again.

The place where he appeared was still the same remote alley where he left.

When Zhang Ling appeared, he happened to see a shadow rising from the riverside and quickly covering the entire Linjiang City.

Astonishingly, with the exchange of day and night, the boundary between Yin and Yang also opened, and Mingjiang descended on Mingjiang City again.

Zhang Ling felt it clearly and could detect that there was a hell of fire, burning fiercely and emerging along with the Ming River.

"The Hell of Fire has taken root and has grown a lot!"

Zhang Ling discovered this and looked in the direction of the feeling.

I saw flames soaring into the sky, and there was a hell of fire standing there. There were many evil ghosts wailing inside, and they were being burned by the hell.

In one day, the Hellfire returned to the underworld along with Mingjiang, but it was not extinguished.

No one knows how many ghosts have accumulated over countless years in this underworld without reincarnation.

And in this Mingjiang River, how many evil ghosts in the river have sunk down.

But there is no shortage of nourishment in Hell. Even in the underworld, there is a steady stream of evil spirits turning into firewood in Hell.

Now the junction of Yin and Yang is hazy, and the Mingjiang River flows towards Linjiang City, more like a river opening its gates.

Countless evil ghosts in the river, like fish swimming in it, naturally fell into the hell of fire as they flowed down the river.

"Boom boom boom!"

The light of the Hell became more and more intense, so much so that no evil ghost in the river could cross the Hell and come to the Linjiang City.

Only some of the evil spirits that had been hidden yesterday resurfaced and wreaked havoc in Linjiang City.

Zhang Ling didn't care about this for the time being. He cast a golden light spell on himself so that the Qi of the Ming River could not corrode his body, and then headed directly towards the vegetable market during the day.

This vegetable market is also a place of execution for beheadings.

The whole city was quiet and deserted, like a dead city.

Zhang Ling wore a Taoist robe and came to the vegetable market. From a distance, he saw the bodies of the Wei family and others, all of which were still here, with their bodies and heads separated.

Similarly, Zhang Ling also met Zhou Qingtian, who also had his body and head separated.

But as early as day, Zhang Ling had planted magical seeds in him.

"fragmented!"

Zhang Ling had an idea and pointed towards Zhou Qingtian's separated body.

Immediately, the bodies were connected, and the bodies were reunited, and even the wounds on the neck were no longer visible.

This kind of intactness is not about bringing Zhou Qingtian back to life, because the other party was already dead during the day.

The magical power of fragmentation does not have the function of bringing the dead back to life, it just makes the opponent's body whole, just like a broken mirror reunited.

In addition, there is no life left in Zhou Qingtian's body, and he cannot survive.

However, Zhang Ling made Zhou Qingtian's body complete at this moment, not to resurrect him, but to facilitate Zhang Ling's next actions.

After Zhou Qingtian's body was complete, Zhang Ling recited a mantra: "Where can the wandering souls remain? Three souls have arrived early, seven souls..."

What Zhang Ling recited was a soul-calling spell, and he wanted to recall Zhou Qingtian's soul.

As Zhang Ling recited the curse, figures appeared on the execution ground in front of him.

However, many of the illusory figures are headless, with their heads separated and still making sounds: "My head, my head..."

Zhang Ling didn't even look at these ghosts, because he knew they were the souls of the Wei family members who had been beheaded.

"Zhou Qingtian, your soul is back, your soul is back!"

Zhang Ling called at a fixed point and brought Zhou Qingtian's real name.

Under Zhang Ling's soul-calling voice, a wave of energy spread out along with the sound.

Not long after, a ghost condensed out from beside Zhou Qingtian, but his head and body were intact, but there was a hint of confusion on his face.

When the ghosts first gathered, they were still in ignorance and had no consciousness.

Zhang Ling shouted softly, with a clear voice: "Zhou Qingtian, why don't you wake up?!"

Swish.

The sound was as loud as a big copper-aluminum bell, and the confusion on Zhou Qingtian's face, who had a body of illusory ghost, gradually disappeared, he regained consciousness, and saw Zhang Ling in front of him.

In his eyes, Zhang Ling was still glowing with golden light, but he was no longer accompanied by the hellfire soldiers.

"Your honor."

Zhou Qingtian was still a little confused about the situation in front of him. He only remembered that his last consciousness was that his body and head were separated.

Zhou Qingtian raised his hand and wanted to touch his neck.

But as soon as he moved, he found that his whole body was empty. When he looked down, his body was a bit unreal.

"You are already dead, and I am the one who brought your soul back."

Zhang Ling said calmly, directly explaining the current situation.

Zhou Qingtian looked around and saw other headless corpses and headless ghosts.

But its body is intact as before, and so is its soul.

Zhou Qingtian understood immediately and thanked Zhang Ling: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Zhang Ling looked at Zhou Qingtian's ghost, which was different from that of the Wei family.

Zhang Ling has vertical eyes and has Taoist Qi-gazing skills.

Therefore, the ghosts are different in his eyes, either clear or turbid.

The three souls and seven souls each have their own light, and can also reveal some of their character and sins.

But there is no sin in Zhou Qingtian's body. Instead, his soul is clear and glowing faintly, which is a little different from other ghosts.

Zhang Ling had some guesses in his mind.

It is said that if you accumulate virtue and do good deeds, you will enjoy happiness in the next life.

But people who accumulate virtue and do good deeds are not visible under normal circumstances.

Once it turns into a ghost, it can be seen in the eyes of a practicing person.

Zhang Ling judged that Zhou Qingtian could be regarded as a person who "accumulated virtue and did good deeds", so his soul had these differences.

"Originally, you were beheaded. When this night comes, your souls should have been swept away by the Ming River."

Zhang Ling asked: "Now, I will give you a chance to avoid sinking, are you willing?"

Zhou Qingtian did not hesitate and agreed directly: "Yes!"

"Okay." Zhang Ling nodded and admired Zhou Qingtian's decisiveness, without even asking what the opportunity was.

From this, we can also see that Zhou Qingtian is smart and knows how to seize opportunities without any sloppiness.

"Come with me."

Zhang Ling didn't say much, turned around and left.

Zhou Qingtian hurriedly followed behind him, not daring to leave behind.

As Zhang Ling walked, he said: "In this city near the river, once night falls, the underworld will come and the evil spirits in the river will come ashore."

"I want to seal the city god..."

(End of this chapter)