The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 101 Rewards based on merit
"Thank you for coming all the way to help me..."

Amid the cheers that filled the entire mountain, the three masters, feeling relieved, joined hands to greet the gray-robed swordsman.

From a distance, Master Hunkun bowed to the gray-robed swordsman with tears of gratitude on his face.

The gray-robed swordsman looked around at the tragic scene and shook his head with a heavy face: "I'm too late!"

Wang Wen, who was far away on the top of Aoyu Peak, heard their conversation and looked at the gray-clothed swordsman in surprise... His cheap senior brother was almost old and skinny, but he still treated the gray-clothed swordsman with respect. How high in seniority and how old was he?
At the right moment, the settlement screen of the Mountain God Order finally came to an end, and I saw:

【Huangshan God】

[Achievements: 28666]

[Yin De: 5766.6]

[Yin Shen: Exorcism (+)]

Shrine: (Damaged)

[Hundred Schools: Taiyi Rescue and Protection Sutra (Second Heaven) (+), Black Tiger Fist (Perfect), Liuhe Spear (Masterful), Iron Shirt (Perfect), Palm Thunder (Perfect), Canglan Nine-fold Wave (Seventh Heaven) (+]

Just by looking at the two lines of numbers for merit and good deeds, Wang Wen knew that Master Tiandao was very satisfied with his performance.

He seemed to hear the Lord of Heaven giving him the thumbs-up in the dark.

At this moment, he looked at these two lines of numbers, his heart still calm.

It's not that he is dissatisfied with the result, but that this result was not won by lottery, but earned by risking his life. He had expected it in his heart a long time ago, so when he saw this result at this moment, he naturally didn't feel surprised, let alone pleasantly surprised.

This time, the merit points mainly come from the ghost monks in Zhenkong’s hometown.

To be honest, the quality of those monk ghosts is not very high. Judging by the realm of ghost cultivation, there is probably not even a fierce ghost at the level of exorcism among those monk ghosts.

But they were too numerous to count. Even if each of the hundreds of monk ghosts was only worth 20 or 30 merit points, it would still accumulate to an astronomical figure.

As for the source of Yin De, based on the experience of organizing a group in Yangzhou government office last time, Wang Wen felt that it should be divided into two parts.

The first part is that he destroyed his hometown of vacuum and interrupted the process of its evolution into the underworld, and the Lord of Heaven rewarded him for this good deed.

This amount of good karma should account for the bulk of all the good karma gained, at least 5000 points. After all, from the perspective of the underworld, the White Lotus Sect's attempt to evolve the vacuum hometown into the prototype of the underworld was a heinous act, which was simply a rebellion. As the vanguard general who restored order, Wang Wen would be rewarded handsomely even if the underworld still existed!

The second part is the merit of beheading him for killing a group of treacherous ministers and villains headed by Wang Lao Mo who intended to get their hands on the power of the underworld.

This amount of Yin De might not be as much as the reward for destroying his hometown, but given Wang Lao Mo's ambition and actions, there's no way he could be dismissed with just a few hundred Yin De. Besides, the White Lotus Sect has made such a big move this time, so Wang Lao Mo can't be the only one in command without any support, right? The other traitors who attempted to meddle in the power of the underworld also have to be counted for their achievements... From this perspective, the White Lotus Sect is truly like a monkey taking the throne when there's no tiger in the mountain. With all those leaders combined, they only earned him a little over two or three thousand Yin De!
To sum up, the harvest this time is... average.

Again, if this income came from a lottery, he would definitely jump for joy and even wake up laughing even in his sleep.

But this income was earned by him racking his brains, risking his life, and working hard, so it can only be considered average.

Even though he had the help of the Great Lord of Heaven, even though he stood here as a victor, he still felt that the entire battle had been incredibly difficult. The White Lotus had been planning for a long time, calculating every aspect, and their back-up plans were endless. Meanwhile, these people had been rushed into the battle hastily, unprepared, and without any back-up plans, relying solely on the passion in their chests and charging forward with a stubborn head...

Fortunately, the group of people from Maoshan were able to reach the top of the mountain smoothly without losing too many people, as he led the way ahead.

The two groups of people from Longhu Mountain and Gezhao Mountain almost used their flesh and blood to forcibly march all the way from the foot of the mountain to the top!
The most despicable thing is that group of bastards from the Ming Cult. They filled the gap in the White Lotus Cult's lack of high-end combat power, causing too many unnecessary casualties among the three groups...

"what?"

Thinking of this, Wang Wen suddenly remembered Fang La. He immediately released his perception and searched for that guy in the mountains and forests. Soon, he found more than a hundred Mingjiao masters led by Fang La at the foot of Xilu Mountain more than ten miles away.

There were so many Taoists and celestial guards around the top of Lotus Peak, but no one noticed when that guy slipped away!
This ability to escape is simply amazing!
"You can come and go as you please. What do you think of my Baili Huangshan Mountain?"

Wang Wen sneered in his heart, and with a thought, the hundreds of Mingjiao masters who were running wildly in the mountains and forests all stepped on empty air and fell into the ground like falling into water.

But the next second, several figures, wrapped in violent energy, broke through the ground and soared into the sky.

“Tie, tie!”

Two weather hammers as big as two water tanks were swung down at the right time, and like whack-a-mole, they smashed the two people who had just rushed out of the ground into the ground.

"who is it?"

Fang La raised his head in shock and anger and roared, brandishing his Fang Tian Hua Ji like a mad tiger, chopping down the surrounding trees one by one: "Come out! Fight me for three hundred rounds!"

Wang Wen grinned, clenched his fist, and formed a fist as big as a hill above Fang La's head, and punched down.

"Fighting Dragon in the Wild!"

Fang La roared angrily with his face flushed, flew up and swung his halberd, which hit the fist formed by the essence of heaven and earth.

"boom."

The fist shattered, and Fang La's figure passed through the dissipated heaven and earth energy and rushed to the treetops: "Come again!"

"I'm giving you face, right?"

Wang Wen was secretly furious. He forced himself to gather his strength and tried his best to surround Fang La. He slowly formed a dozen fists as big as hills and surrounded him.

Seeing this, Fang La's fury froze, and his fierce eyes suddenly became much clearer...

"Go!"

A burly monk with a curly beard rushed out from the forest, roaring, and swung a water-ground Zen staff at a fist. But the fist suddenly opened, and he grabbed the fist in his palm like an eagle catching a chick and squeezed it hard.

"Gah!"

The bearded monk tilted his head and blood plasma poured out.

Fang La woke up instantly, looked at the bearded monk with bloodshot eyes, then turned around and rushed towards his brothers whose half bodies were stuck in the mud.

"Go!"

When these Mingjiao masters saw him rushing towards them, they waved their hands vigorously with bloodshot eyes and roared, "Avenge us!"

"Come on..."

"Oh!"

A huge fist arrived first and smashed down on the heads of these noisy Mingjiao masters with the force of a mountain, and they muted their microphones manually.

Fang La, who had just arrived, slammed on the brakes, gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed into the mountains and forests. His body was like a big flea, constantly jumping from towering trees to gain momentum, and jumping left and right to move quickly outside Huangshan.

Wang Wen kept controlling the vines in the woods to entangle him and controlling his fists in the air to hit him, but he was either a step slower than him or was easily smashed by him with his Fang Tian Hua Ji.

He was like a wild boar king with red eyes, rushing through the dense forest, opening up a path and rushing out!

Wang Wen, who was far away on the top of Aoyu Peak, felt a pain in his head as if it were being pricked by needles. He became increasingly powerless and could only watch Fang La walk further and further away.

The gap is too big, and he has reached his limit, so he really can't keep this beast.

No matter how angry I am, I can do nothing...

At the right time, the various troops scattered around Lotus Peak also began to clear out the remaining White Lotus remnants on the mountain.

This battle finally came to an end.

……

That night, more than 10,000 troops from the three camps stayed overnight in Huangshan.

After counting his men, Wang Wenqing rested briefly before sinking into the ground, creating a vast cavern within the mountain. Using his necromancy technique, he summoned the spirits of all the fallen, both on and off the battlefield, into the mountain's belly. The Yin energy within Huangshan was currently too strong, and he had to deal with these spirits quickly, otherwise there was a high risk of the emergence of powerful ghosts that would wreak havoc on the region.

Besides, he couldn't bear to see those Si Tianwei who died in a foreign land to defend the country and the people die.

These are all top-notch ghost soldiers!

As he summoned, ghosts poured into the cave from all directions.

In just a short time, the empty cave was filled with densely packed ghosts.

Looking around, I'm afraid there are no less than 40,000 of them!
So many ghosts with miserable deaths and wooden faces are floating quietly inside the wide cave. The scene is as horrifying as it can be.

Not to mention Wang Wen, even ghosts like Chen Sandao and Ma Feng were frightened by the scene and felt uncomfortable all over.

"Damn, big brother..."

Chen Sandao shrank back and shouted loudly: "This guy is too rude!"

He wanted to make some noise to give himself courage, but his voice echoed again and again in the cave, making it even more terrifying.

Wang Wen was so angry that he kicked him away: "Stop wasting time and quickly pull all our brothers out..."

At present, these ghosts still retain their appearance when they died. For example, the ghosts of the Sitianwei are still wearing armor and are easy to identify.

After being kicked away by him, Chen Sandao floated back to him without a care in the world: "Where are the people from the White Lotus Sect? What should we do?"

Wang Wen replied impatiently: "You ask me, who the hell should I ask?"

Chen Sandao sized him up, raised his hand with a sinister expression, and made a vegetable-cutting motion: "If you ask me, keeping them would only bring disaster. I might as well just do it all!"

He naturally knew what his elder brother was hesitating about. Since his elder brother couldn't make up his mind to do it, it was of course up to them, his younger brothers, to take action.

"You thought it was a dish?"

Wang Wen glared at him and said unhappily, "You do what you say? Isn't there an old saying that goes 'Killing someone is not the right path'? These people did something wrong, but they have already paid the price for their actions. Dispersing his soul again... isn't that a bad idea?"

"What will happen if we don't kill him and keep him alive?"

Chen Sandao spread his hands. "We only have so many people. We can't use them all to guard them, right? You think they've paid the price for what they did, but they may not appreciate your kindness. If they get the chance, they'll definitely smear you with blood... What are you still standing there for? Didn't you hear the adults calling you? Why don't you quickly pull your brothers out?"

He turned his head and glared at the ghosts of Yangzhou Sitianwei led by Ma Feng.

"We think you look like the King of Hell..."

Ma Feng and other ghosts woke up as if from a dream, and whispered in their hearts as they floated into the ghosts on the ground, pulling out the armored ghosts of Si Tianwei one by one and pushing them aside.

Wang Wen watched them work, scratching the back of his head in frustration. "So what do you say we should do?"

Chen Sandao: "I said it all, I did it all!"

Wang Wen: "Fuck, 20,000 or 30,000 ghosts, did they all do that? I'm a legitimate earthly god, how could I be so reckless?"

Chen Sandao: "Then what do you think we should do with them? We can't just sit there doing nothing all day and watch over these bastards, right?"

Wang Wen thought for a moment and replied, "According to normal procedures, these ghosts should be escorted to Fengdu City, where the judges of the underworld will make their final judgment based on their deeds in life. Those who deserve to be sent to the Eighteen Hells will be sent to the Eighteen Hells, and those who deserve to be sent to the Animal Realm will be sent to the Animal Realm..."

Chen Sandao suddenly woke up: "That's right, then why don't we just escort them to Fengdu City and hand them over to the judges? Why should we worry about it?"

Wang Wen was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly woke up: "Yes, I'm not a judge, why should I worry about this?"

It is the judge's job to make the final judgment.

He is the God of Huangshan, and what he should do is to send these ghosts to see the judge!

So, he immediately changed the subject: "Don't bother with that, just kill them all!"

Chen Sandao was stunned: "Kill them all again?"

Wang Wen glanced at him and asked, "Not happy?"

Chen Sandao suddenly woke up as if from a dream, and drew the ghost knife from his waist with his backhand: "I am happy to do so. All my ancestors are happy to do so!"

Before he could finish his words, he rushed into the group of ghosts and chopped off the head of a White Lotus member with one knife. The White Lotus member instantly turned into a wisp of evil energy and dissipated.

Then, he excitedly took out his own Yinchaling Order and took a look at it...

At that moment, the words “+7” flashed on the Mountain God Order in front of Wang Wen.

He pretended to be reserved and said "tsk!" "Mosquito legs!"

But the way he looked at the White Lotus Sect members at this moment was no different from the way a farmer looked at the bountiful crops in his own fields.

Ma Feng, who was in the group of ghosts, saw Chen Sandao's actions and hurriedly drew out his ghost knife, chopping off the head of a White Lotus sect member with one blow.

The rest of the Yangzhou Sitian Guard ghosts looked at the two with envy and jealousy...

Wang Wen couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Alright, both of you, calm down for a while. Don't be so quick to chop off your own brothers. Pick out your own brothers first, and then chop them off slowly later... Brothers who haven't taken up their posts as ghost messengers yet, come to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, fifty-three Yangzhou Sitianwei ghosts immediately rushed out from the ghost group one after another. Without Wang Wen saying anything, they automatically knelt on one knee in front of him.

Wang Wen extended his hand and asked sternly, "I am the God of Huangshan. Would you all be willing to serve as my Yellow Turban warriors?"

"The Yellow Mountain God? The Yellow Turban Warrior?"

This time it was Chen Sandao and Ma Feng's turn to be stunned: "Isn't this the ghost messenger under the seat of Jiangdu County City God?"

All the Yangzhou Sitian Guard ghosts clasped their fists and said, "We are willing to serve you at our utmost."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick dark golden light gushed out from the palm of Wang Wen's palm, splitting into more than fifty strands, accurately penetrating into the body of each of the Yangtian Sitianwei ghosts.

Then, the ghosts of the Yangzhou Sitianwei were seen with a faint golden light all over their bodies. Their thin and transparent bodies were rapidly solidified and raised under the wrapping of this layer of golden light. A mighty golden Wenshan armor and a machete on their backs were also condensed on their body surface, making them look very heroic.

Wang Wen, looking at the red words "-1150" that flashed behind the Yin De column on the Mountain God Order, suppressed the pain and consoled himself: "No big deal, I'm very rich now!"

At the right moment, Chen Sandao approached Wang Wen with a playful smile and said, "Brother, aren't you the City God of Jiangdu County? How did you become the God of Huangshan?"

Wang Wen glanced at him and sneered, "I got promoted, so why do you even need to ask?"

Chen Sandao bent his legs and knelt on the ground with a "thump". With a serious expression, he said righteously: "Brother, my attitude when I spoke to you just now was very bad. I will reflect on it now, and reflect on it seriously..."

Wang Wen looked at the guy and said thoughtfully, "I need someone to take charge of Huangshan and take care of this mess for me. Can you do it?"

Chen Sandao clasped his fists and responded loudly without hesitation: "Brother, if you say I can do it, then I can do it. If you say I can't do it, then I can't do it even if I do!"

Wang Wen pondered for a moment, then extended his hand. "Well, meritorious service will be rewarded, faults will be punished... Chen Sandao, are you willing to serve as a Yellow Turban general under my command?"

Chen Sandao: "I am willing to die for you, sir!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong golden light spurted out from Wang Wen's palm and penetrated into Chen Sandao's body.

Chen Sandao was wrapped in a golden light, and his pitch-black face gradually turned into a magnificent white jade color. The Yincha uniform on his body also gradually turned into a golden tiger-roaring bright armor. His body expanded several times as if it were blown up. In just two or three blinks of an eye, he turned from a seven-foot-tall constable with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks into a nine-foot-tall, broad-shouldered and powerful general!

However, Wang Wen only stared at the red word '-1000' that flashed behind the Yin De column on the Mountain God Order, and felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe!
Damn it, I earn money in Huangshan and spend it in Huangshan, and I want to take it home when I leave!

I am indeed a chosen worker!

(End of this chapter)