Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 22: Lights of Thousands of Houses, Calling My Godly Name

Divide rice, distribute salt, and distribute the rusty copper coins that were originally buried in the cellar to benefit everyone.

Lu Cheng distributed it based on the number of people: the elderly, children, and women, those who lacked productivity in this era, were distributed to them first to provide them with some security in their lives.

Of course, although supplies were not distributed to men, Lu Daoguan also made a public promise that the land would be demarcated in a while and distributed according to the number of people to families with adult males. After all, they were the main productive force in this era.

Distributing land to women and the elderly is going to kill them.

Of course, when distributing such a large sum of money, there will be people who want to cause trouble and try to steal it. There are always vicious people everywhere.

Li Meng and Tu Nuhu rushed forward and hacked and killed these people on the spot. Then no one made a fuss. Especially after someone recognized Li Meng, the people of Shiyuan County fell into a mixture of fear and fanaticism:

"Isn't that Li Meng? Didn't he go to Mangshan?"

"No, look carefully, isn't his body a little transparent? He is not a human, he is a ghost."

"No, have you ever seen a ghost dressed so beautifully? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. It's sinful. This is the Taoist golden armor god. Li Meng has become a god after death!"

"A deity killing people randomly?"

"You stole someone else's immortal, so why would the immortal keep you alive if he didn't kill you?"

These chaotic discussions reached a climax when Li Meng's son Li Jian arrived here.

"Father!"

Li Jian, who watched his father jump off the Mang Mountain with his own eyes, rushed here amid the discussions of the neighbors. When he saw Li Meng, who was wearing golden armor, holding a three-pointed double-edged sword upside down, and carrying a golden bow on his back, he immediately broke down and knelt down, crawling over crying.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

There was a little boy who ran over and hugged Li Meng's thighs.

Behind Li Jian, a pretty woman in tattered clothes fell to the ground with weak legs, looking here, unable to believe that there was such a thing as resurrection of the dead in this world.

"Well, you are still as useless as before. The relationship between you and me as father and son in this world has ended. You should accumulate good deeds and virtues in this world and listen to the master's words. In this way, after you die, we may be able to continue our relationship as father and son in the divine world."

Regardless of the little boy who hugged his thigh and called him grandpa, Li Meng gave Li Jian a scolding.

Having stayed in the Taoist temple for a long time and listened to the scriptures being recited, Li Meng, who originally had little knowledge, was now able to speak eloquently.

But when he heard the word "waste" and that familiar tone, Li Jian cried even harder, and was completely certain that the mighty golden-armored god in front of him was his father.

With the father and son Li Meng and Li Jian as evidence, and the identities of many people among the heavenly soldiers and generals were recognized.

The order of material distribution has become increasingly rapid and orderly:
No old man dared to take advantage of his age, fearing retribution after death. No woman dared to be greedy and act like a spoiled brat, and even if there were a few brave and naughty children who got angry, their parents would come over and give them a slap in the face, and they would all behave themselves.

"Everyone, live a good life after you go back, accumulate more good deeds and virtues, this temple can guarantee that your life will get better and better in the future."

The four mountains of oppression and plunder that weighed on the people of Ishihara County have been removed. Even if Lu Cheng does nothing in the future and lets things take their own course, the lives of the people of Ishihara County will get better and better, so Lu Cheng has the confidence to say this.

"Also, don't go to the Chixin Temple to burn incense in the next two months. This temple is for quiet and profound cultivation, so we don't have time to care about you."

After saying this, Lu Cheng flicked his sleeves and told the people he had assigned to continue distributing the supplies.

Of course there was still some resistance from the four main branches of the Li, Tu, Zou and You families, but with Chen Qingfeng leading more than twenty heavenly soldiers and generals to suppress the killing everywhere, these cultivators who had only learned some minor techniques could not cause any trouble at all.

Chen Qingyun, and even people like Lu Cheng who have not yet cultivated the divine light, are more afraid of being ambushed by witchcraft.

However, a formation cultivator like Chen Qingfeng, who is extremely meticulous and never makes mistakes, is the least likely to be overthrown by cultivators weaker than himself.

After spending a whole day dealing with these matters, Lu Cheng and Chen Qingfeng returned to the Chixin Temple. Of course, the work was done a little roughly, and the distributed materials were a little over-issued, but Lu Cheng and Chen Qingfeng didn't care about it.

It was already dusk and the sky and earth were getting dark. Lu Cheng asked:
"Brother Chen, I want to erect a spiritual stone tablet in the temple. Where do you think is the most suitable place in the temple?"

"Well, let me take a look."

Chen Qingfeng took out the compass, made some measurements, and found a location next to a big tree in Chixin Temple.

"It should be here."

"Okay, then stand here."

Lu Cheng took out a piece of first-grade refining stone that had been prepared long ago from his Qiankun bag as a spirit-suppressing stone tablet, while Chen Qingfeng watched from the side.

He also wanted to know in his heart, when it was clear that the counterattack of the Gu God Cult could come at any time, why should he, Brother Lu, spend time and energy, and even waste the mana reserves of the Heavenly Soldiers and Divine Generals Law, to distribute supplies to the people of Ishihara County.

Public opinion may be of some use, but what ultimately determines victory, defeat, life and death is the true strength of both sides.

If the ethereal human heart were useful, what would the monks in the world be desperately pursuing?
Chen Qingfeng had doubts in his heart, but he did not say them out loud. He just watched from the side, watching how Lu Cheng would act, to see if the other party was really brave but not wise, or if there was a gap between him and the other party in the comprehension of Taoism.

"Could it be that this person is not only good at swordsmanship, but also proficient in magic?"

Lu Cheng didn't mind Chen Qingfeng watching from the side. He did not use magic power or swordsmanship. Instead, he took out a hoe and dug a hole with the hoe. Then he put the stone tablet in it, took out the bag of ghosts he was carrying, and placed it in the hole under the stone tablet.

After doing all this, Lu Cheng took out a cinnabar brush from his Qiankun bag, circulated his magic power, and drew a red talisman on the stone tablet. As his magic power was circulated, it actually penetrated three-tenths of the stone.

After Lu Cheng finished everything, he took out the cushion and sat cross-legged in front of the stone tablet, and began to recite the scriptures:
"At that time, the Heavenly Venerable Savior of Suffering filled the ten directions, and with his mighty power, he rescued all living beings from their lost paths. Living beings were unaware of this, like a blind man seeing the sun and the moon..."

At this time, the night was gradually getting darker.

Chen Qingfeng felt bewildered as he looked at Lu Cheng, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the stone tablet and reciting the "Miraculous Sutra of the Great Supreme Mysterious and Spiritual Treasure Heavenly Venerable for the Salvation of Suffering".

This was not because he had not worked hard enough in the previous thirty years of cultivation, but because of the gap between Chi Shen Zi and his Master Fan in terms of book collection knowledge.

There are some classics that Lu Cheng can see, but Chen Qingfeng cannot.

There are some things that Lu Cheng can do but Lu Cheng cannot.

Even though Lu Cheng had achieved this point, Chen Qingfeng was still confused and at a loss.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Chen Qingfeng turned around abruptly. He looked down from the relatively high place where the Chixin Temple was located, and saw that as the night deepened.

Down below, in Ishihara County, which had been plunged into darkness, every household lit up the oil lamps that they would never dare to light at home on other days. As the lights became brighter, every household became brighter, and the entire Ishihara County became brighter.

There is no way. The whole family has not had a full meal for a long time. In a good year, they are three parts hungry, and in a famine year, they have to eat their parents. A loving mother cuts her flesh to feed her young son, and an evil father sends his daughter to the cooking pot.

This year, the Tang Daoist official came and distributed rice and flour to everyone, so the whole family could have a full meal. Naturally, every house became brighter, even better than a festive occasion. "Thank you Mr. Wang Yue, thank you Daoist official Lu, and thank you... Lord Chixin!!"

A white-haired old woman first put the noodles into the pot, and then she clasped her hands together in front of her chest and prayed devoutly.

"Thank you, Lord Chixin, for giving us food and clothing!"

"Thank you, Lord Chixin!"

"Thank you, Taoist guardian deity, the innate chief general Chixin, the guardian of Taoism, the Three-Five Fire Train King, the mighty God! Please bless us, please protect Lu Daoguan from harm." This is for those who have children practicing in Chixin Temple. After asking, they know how to call the name of the god.

The lights of thousands of homes form a cloud of celebration.

Always thinking about it, awaken the name of my God.

Don't treat Taoism as a market, and don't use your mind to worship the gods. As long as you are sincere, there is no need to worry that the Supreme Dharma will not work.

Lu Cheng is usually considered a scheming person who will not do anything without benefits, but he draws his sword to kill evil spirits and slay strange ghosts, which is what he really wants.

Wherever the sword points, I fight with my own life.

At this moment, Lu Cheng's original intention, Chixin Temple's decades of accumulated vows for Mr. Wang Yue, and the devout prayers of every household in Ishihara County.

These "gods" are connected together and merged into one, and the only thing missing is an opportunity to be fully stimulated.

That’s when, bang.

Under the stone tablet, in the soil and rocks, the bag of a hundred ghosts suddenly burst open, and more than a thousand evil spirits and ghosts poured out of it and pounced on Lu Cheng.

These souls were collected by Grandma You, and then cruelly tortured every day with the secret ghost techniques, instilling magical powers and strengthening their hostility. Now a dead Taoist priest in Lucheng wants to convert them by chanting a few spells. No one can do this.

However, these more than a thousand evil spirits and ghosts are the opportunity.

God's name: Red Heart God.

Clergymanship: Taoist guardian general, innate chief general.

Facing the attack of thousands of ghosts, the golden bean talisman placed on Lu Cheng's body was activated, and forty-nine balls of golden and silver spiritual light suddenly lit up from it. They were the forty-nine heavenly soldiers and generals that the Taoist had captured in the past few months. The next moment, the aura of these heavenly soldiers and generals connected with the entire Chixin Temple, forming layers of boundaries, swallowing up those ghosts and spirits.

Ghosts have no physical form and can be big or small, so when the thousands of ghosts attacked, they suddenly exploded with overwhelming negative energy. However, when they fell into the protective aura of the Taoist priest, they were quickly sucked up like a whale sucking up water without leaving a drop.

If it was a Yin spirit against a Yin spirit, then at this moment both sides would be madly biting and devouring each other.

But at this moment, it was the heavenly soldiers and generals blessed by divine magic who suppressed more than a thousand evil spirits and ghosts, and resolved their accumulated hostility.

"That evil ghost woman You has been killed by the divine general's golden mace, and her soul has been scattered on the spot. You have avenged your grudges, and you should wash away your karma and return to a clear mind. Why don't you wake up quickly!"

"Wake up quickly, don't say we didn't warn you!"

Li Meng was on the left and Tu Nuhu was on the right. The two golden-armored gods kept shouting in the spiritual world and fighting at the same time.

In this spiritual space, because Lu Cheng was constantly chanting the "Miraculous Sutra for Relieving Suffering" outside, the entire space seemed to be echoing with the grand and solemn Taoist scriptures.

Those evil spirits that cannot wake up immediately, even if they are dispersed for a while, will not be killed directly or their souls will be scattered. As long as they are beaten a few more times, they will gradually wake up.

As more and more Yin spirits woke up, a dark red domain of law continued to expand with Lu Cheng's body as the center, and began to merge and strengthen with the domain of law of the entire Chixin Temple.

Most of these ghosts that have been sacrificed by Grandma You for many years cannot be reincarnated immediately. They are too weak. If they are reincarnated like this, who knows whether they will become pigs, dogs, or insects in the next life.

Therefore, after waking up, they continue to integrate into the Taoist temple, hoping to concentrate on cultivation and strengthen themselves. Under the protection of the "Missing Suffering Sutra", there is usually no risk of losing their soul. After years of cultivation, there will be a day when they have accumulated enough and can be reincarnated as a human being.

"So that's how it works."

After standing there for a day and a night, Chen Qingfeng closed his eyes, sensing the domain of the Taoist temple that enveloped the entire Chixin Temple, and couldn't help but feel amazed.

"The guardian general, the fire and thunder domain, that old woman who has practiced ghost magic for decades, all her life's magic power has been swallowed up by Fellow Daoist Lu."

Gently shaking his head, even though he had seen it with his own eyes, Chen Qingfeng could not believe such a result. He was a traditional Taoist monk who believed in avoiding disasters and cultivating the Tao with concentration, accumulating mana as much as possible. He had never seen anyone like Lu Cheng who took advantage of the situation and plundered other people's mana to cultivate his own magic.

Seeing it today was a huge shock to their spiritual faith.

This water and land ceremony lasted for three days and three nights.

Lu Cheng just sat there with black and gray air howling around him, while he continued to chant mantras and input magic power to nourish the remaining souls who had surrendered.

Even if it was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training who had not slept for three days and three nights, his physical strength, energy, and magical powers would make Chen Qingfeng feel ashamed of himself.

And during this arduous practice, Lu Cheng could clearly feel the significant purification of his own magic power, the constant consumption and recovery through meditation, as well as the tempering of his body and mind.

Three days later, a red beam of light that could only be noticed by the eyes of cultivators rose into the sky from the Chixin Temple.

At the same time, the last wisp of black and gray energy around Lu Cheng was completely burned out. The young Taoist slowly opened his eyes. Although he was extremely tired, he also felt that he had benefited a lot.

He stood up slowly and saw Chen Qingfeng still standing beside him. Lu Cheng couldn't help but thank him politely: "Thank you, Brother Chen, for protecting me."

"Alas, the Taoist methods of the Red God Patriarch are mysterious and profound. Brother Lu is the one who really makes me astonished. However, with a one-time activation, more than a thousand souls were converted within three days. Brother Lu, aren't you afraid that the cultivators of the Gu God Cult will attack during this period of time?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to stop the evil practitioners of the Gushen Cult with just my words." After seeing Lu Cheng finish his practice and breathe a sigh of relief, Chen Qingfeng couldn't help but ask the question that had been weighing on his mind for three days.

"In the previous battle, I killed almost all the cultivators near the Gu God Cult. The only one left was Zou Snake Po who escaped alone. If she dared to come alone, she would not have escaped that day. It will take time for the message to be passed and for other cultivators of the Gu God Cult to arrive. This is the critical time to go all out and accumulate strength."

In fact, Lu Cheng had one more thing he hadn't said.

That is the Heavenly Soldiers and Divine Generals Technique that he has mastered to some extent. In fact, it can temporarily suppress those evil spirits in the Chixin Temple.

However, this would temporarily make the Heavenly Soldiers and Divine Generals Technique ineffective, but he could still draw his sword and fight.

Even if Lu Cheng relied on himself, with the Fire Thunder Pearl in his hand, he would dare to fight against ordinary foundation-building cultivators.

Of course, whether or not he could win the fight was another matter. If Lu Cheng had a choice, he would not want to do such a desperate thing.

"Brother Lu, you deserve the words 'brave and diligent'." Chen Qingfeng pondered for a moment and shook his head gently after hearing this. He knew that if it were him, he would have packed up and run away. No, he would not even care about the blood sacrifice of the Gu God Cult.

(End of this chapter)