The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 103 The whole world is shocked
After a brief conversation with Master Hunkun, Wang Wen rushed back into the mountain.

He forced himself to watch the entire process of Chen Sandao and his men clearing out the 20,000 to 30,000 White Lotus Sect members' ghosts in the mountain as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Even though there are no bloody scenes of flying flesh and piles of corpses, the process is still very cruel!
Wang Wen felt a little breathless when he was halfway through reading, and his heart felt indescribably heavy.

At this time, he still didn't know that the ten prefectures in Jiangnan had become a den of ghosts...

"Brother, it's done!"

Chen Sandao sheathed his sword and strode towards Wang Wen cheerfully, his face showing no trace of heaviness or hesitation. "Anything else you need?"

Wang Wen looked at this guy, then at the other Yellow Turban warriors who were chatting and laughing, and suddenly he felt a little envious of their mental state...

Having less education has its advantages!
He let out a long breath and said softly, "There's still a lot to do tonight. I have to hurry up and build a mountain temple while I'm still in Huangshan. That way, you'll have a place to stay."

Huangshan was rich in resources, and most of the materials needed to refine the Divine Palace could be found in the mountains. There were also substitutes for the missing materials. One night was enough time for him to refine a Divine Palace artifact for these Yellow Turban warriors to live in. He could also use the spiritual energy of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers to nourish the artifact. The next time he came back, he could start upgrading the artifact into a magic treasure...

"Little things!"

Chen Sandao turned around nonchalantly and was about to call the other Yellow Turban warriors, but Wang Wen stopped him: "Let the brothers guard them here, you just follow me."

Chen Sandao nodded without hesitation, then turned around and loudly instructed the other Yellow Turban warriors to stay here and look after the more than 10,000 spirits of the Sitian Guards who had not yet returned to life...

A moment later, the two figures appeared on Guangmingding.

Huangshan has three main peaks: Lotus Peak, Tiandu Peak and Guangmingding.

Both the Lotus Peak and the Tiandu Peak are steep and like sharp swords pointing to the sky, making them unsuitable for building palaces or temples. Only the Guangmingding Peak has a majestic terrain, a flat and wide top, and is located in the center of the 72 peaks, connecting the Lotus Peak and the Tiandu Peak, making it just right for building palaces or temples.

Wang Wen slowly paced around Guangmingding, surveying it while searching for the most concentrated spiritual energy of the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers. "Tell me about the Xuanyin Body Refining Technique," he said.

Chen Sandao started reciting the mantra of his inner cultivation technique: "The two yin and yang coexist, the sun and the moon shine brightly in the sky; the four symbols rotate, yin and yang are positive and negative. Therefore, yin and yang can be interchanged, and emptiness and reality can also coexist; do not cling to one extreme, seek phase change, until the two poles reverse, and they transform and coexist..."

While Wang Wen was searching for a place to build a palace or temple, he quietly listened to him recite.

After a while, Wang Wen stopped in the center of a pile of rocks at the highest point of Guangmingding.

He had no intention of building a palace or temple at the highest point. In fact, this place gathered the essence of the spiritual energy of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers of Huangshan, and faced the Big Dipper, with favorable winds and favorable air. It was indeed an excellent place to build a palace or temple.

At the right time, Chen Sandao had also come to the end of reciting the mantra of the mental method.

Wang Wen turned his head to look at him. "From what I hear in this mental formula, this true skill is specifically designed for you divine generals to transform the void into the real, and the transformation of the void into the real? And it requires the power of incense to cultivate it?"

Chen Sandao thought about it and nodded: "That seems to be the meaning..."

Wang Wen nodded regretfully: "It is indeed suitable for your situation."

But not for his situation.

When he first saw the name of this skill, he thought it was a method of strengthening the body. He didn't expect that it was as the name suggests, and it was really a method of "refining the body".

Perhaps after practicing this true skill, he could also refine a powerful body that is indestructible and immune to all kinds of attacks, but it is impossible for Wang Wen to give up his flesh and blood body in order to practice this true skill.

Especially after seeing the peerless swordsman named Zhang take action, he became more determined to practice martial arts. He absolutely could not abandon his flesh and blood body.

"It would be great if we could take some soldiers to visit Shaolin Temple..."

Wang Wen muttered to himself, stretched out his left hand and slowly supported himself.

Instantly, the ground trembled slightly, and a majestic palace with a double-eaved hipped roof and eight thick beams on the front slowly rose from the ground...

He didn't know much about building houses, so he built a complete foundation, frame, beams and pillars according to his general understanding of building houses. At the same time, he continuously cast spells to strengthen the main structure, and used his mind to sort out the earth's energy to connect the palace with the mountain.

With these three approaches, even though there are many unreasonable aspects in the overall design of the palace, there will be no risk of collapse in the short term.

This is not scientific, but very metaphysical.

After a while, the palace was completed. Wang Wen slowly withdrew his magic power and gently exhaled.

"Brilliant!"

Chen Sandao looked up at the majestic palace before him, skillfully acting as the atmosphere maker, praising loudly, "The Emperor's throne room, I guess, is this what it's like?"

Wang Wen was too lazy to pay attention to him. He looked up at the blank plaque on the temple gate. After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand and wiped it. Four large, steady regular script characters appeared on the plaque: Peace in the World.

Seeing this, Chen Sandao raised his thumb and praised loudly: "Good, you have ambition! You are worthy of being..."

Wang Wen interrupted him tiredly: "Just shut up!"

He ascended the steps, crossed the threshold, and entered the hall. With a glance, the scattered gravel and sand in the corners sank into the ground. At the same time, the uneven ground began to rise and fall slightly like ripples, becoming smooth and compact at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it was as smooth and shiny as tile...

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

He thought Chen Sandao's flattery was noisy, but he was actually feeling proud: "If I had this skill in my previous life, how much money would I have made working in decoration?"

He looked around and admired it for a long time before striding to the center of the palace and looking up at the empty shrine directly above him.

Under his gaze, a statue of a god, wearing a military sleeve and holding a gun, with a tiger back, a bee waist, a mantis legs, a handsome face, and a majestic and dignified aura, rose from the bottom of the shrine.

After the statue stood firm, he stared at the handsome face that rivaled Daniel Wu's for a moment, hesitating before finally waving his hand. The handsome face slowly transformed into a masculine one with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a square face, and a sharp nose...

He stared at the face intently, with some intense yet dark emotions surging in his eyes.

Chen Sandao looked at the unfamiliar face for a long time but couldn't recognize who it was. He whispered in confusion, "Brother, who is this?"

Wang Wen responded calmly: "Me!"

Chen Sandao was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded, seemingly understanding, "Oh, right, you can't let outsiders know your identity in the human world!"

Wang Wen hummed softly, and using the method of dividing the spirit and consecrating it as taught in the Taiyi Jiuku Hushen Miaojing, he separated a wisp of his spiritual thoughts into the statue. It was as if a dark golden light flashed through the gray stone eyes of the statue, and immediately the whole statue had a bit of indescribable aura.

This consecrated statue can be said to be both his incarnation and one of his tools.

This consecrated statue can sense the believers' requests on his behalf, such as the esoteric magic of summoning gods. As long as he leaves a back door in advance, this consecrated statue can automatically respond on his behalf.

It could also help him suppress the Taoist temple and collect incense. Even better, this consecrated statue could act as a buffer for his Yin Spirit, isolating it from the poison of incense...

It can be said to be a magical artifact for protecting the home when traveling, killing or setting fire!

After Wang Wen erected a statue for himself, he pointed at the shrine on the left side of the statue.

Instantly, a statue of Chen Sandao, clad in tiger-head armor, slowly rose from the ground. He had fine-tuned the statue's features, making it even more majestic and imposing than the original Chen Sandao. It exuded a powerful aura, undeniably powerful. Unless someone already knew this statue was Chen Sandao, even those who recognized him would find it difficult to connect the dastardly Chen Sandao with this majestic statue. "Is this the ceremony for the consecration of the spirit?"

Wang Wen turned his head and looked at Chen Sandao.

Chen Sandao looked at his own statue, squinting his eyes, baring his front teeth, and nodding his head like pounding garlic: "Yes, yes, the Xuanyin Body Refining True Art teaches the method of splitting the spirit and consecrating it."

As he said this, he could not wait to make a hand gesture and with a "whoosh" sound, a ray of divine thought immediately flew into the statue, adding a touch of heroic aura to this mighty divine general.

"I'll give you a chance!"

Wang Wen said at the right moment: "You must not let me down, otherwise don't blame me, your big brother, for being ruthless!"

Chen Sandao patted his chest without hesitation and said, "Just wait and see, big brother. Even if my soul flies away, I will never lose face for you!"

Wang Wen: "You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth!"

Chen Sandao: "Hehehe..."

Wang Wen waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and find me some aged medicinal herbs. I'll bring them back to Yangzhou City tomorrow to honor your uncle."

Chen Sandao turned around and left: "No problem, leave it to me!"

Wang Wen waited until he left before sitting down cross-legged under his statue, slowly releasing his perception to cover the entire Huangshan Mountain Range.

After a long time, he reached out and collected from various mountains the rare and precious materials needed to refine the Divine Palace's magical instruments, such as dragon bones, five-element gold, and thousand-year-old dark wood. He also took out the mother-and-child Yin-Yang needles, and used these materials and the even more powerful Huangshan Divine Fire to refine them together...

Until the eve of dawn, the pale-faced Wang Wen slowly retracted the divine fire, and three glittering treasures floated in front of him.

A miniature palace the size of a goose egg, its shape is exactly the same as the Huangshan Temple.

There are two fine ox-hair needles, one black and one white. If you look at them with a magnifying glass, you can see dense dark gold cloud patterns on the two needles.

There is nothing much to say about the miniature palace, it is just a magical artifact from the divine palace.

Wang Wen immediately threw the magic weapon from the divine palace under the base of his own statue, and slowly nurtured it with the spiritual energy of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers of Huangshan, as well as the power of incense from the Huangshan Temple. If he did not actively draw the earth's energy and yin energy to nourish the magic weapon afterwards, it was estimated that even if he buried it under the statue for ten or eight years, it would slowly catch up with the magic weapon from the divine palace that he had previously blown up.

After he added the Five Elements Gold Essence to the mother and child Yin-Yang needles and re-refined them, both needles had added magic arrays such as power storage, magic breaking, and flexibility. The grade was also promoted from a low-grade magic weapon to a medium-grade magic weapon, and the power increased dramatically.

It can be regarded as calling the shots.

As usual, Wang Wen put the two steel needles into his hair, and then used the soul-summoning technique to draw in the many Si Tianwei ghosts in the underground space and put them all into the magic weapon of the Divine Palace.

At that moment, Chen Sandao led a group of Yellow Turban strongmen, carrying large and small bags and walked into the hall. In an instant, a strong smell of medicine filled the whole hall.

"Brother, these five big bags are for your honor."

"These three big bags are a gift from me and my brothers to you."

"These two bags are for Ergou and Shitou."

"This pack is for Hei Erniu."

"Take this bag back and give it to Lao Zhao and Brother Xian and the others."

"This pack is for my parents."

"This pack is for my wife and that little bastard..."

"I've marked them all, so don't get them mixed up!"

Chen Sandao took the packages one by one from his Yellow Turban warriors, and pointed to the labels on them to Wang Wen while chattering.

Wang Wen was not surprised by this guy's performance. Among the eight close men under his command, this guy was known for his meticulousness and reliability.

In terms of overall view, this guy is indeed far behind Xu Ergou, but as long as he is given specific tasks, he has never let them down.

Moreover, unlike Xu Ergou, who is a steady person who always thinks about the overall situation and is thorough and appropriate in everything he does, this guy is more sinister and ruthless in doing things. If he doesn't bite, it's fine, but once he does, it goes deep into the wood. He is a natural at doing dirty work.

Wang Wen glanced at the large and small bags on the ground and sneered, "You really know how to do favors!"

Chen Sandao laughed with his teeth showing but his eyes invisible.

Wang Wen looked up at the surrounding Yellow Turban warriors. After a few moments of silence, his Yin Spirit emerged from the Baihui acupoint, holding the Mountain God's Order. He spoke solemnly and said, "I decree that all those belonging to the Huangshan Temple are forbidden to reveal any information about me without my permission. Those who violate this will be struck by lightning and destroyed!"

The mighty divine command came from the mountain god's command, sweeping across all the tribes under the Huangshan Temple.

The many Yellow Turban warriors present, as well as those who remained in the underground mountain, were all controlled by an irresistible force. They knelt on one knee facing Wang Wen and clasped their fists, saying, "We will obey the command of the God!"

The Yin Spirit sank into the Purple Mansion Palace, and Wang Wen's eyes regained their radiance. He turned to look at Chen Sandao and said, "I'll leave this here in your care. If you need anything important, recite my name to the statue, and I'll come back as soon as possible to handle it."

Chen Sandao clasped his fists and said yes.

Wang Wen nodded and waved his hand. The bags on the ground floated up and followed him out of the mountain temple.

……

At sunrise, Master Hun Kun bathed, changed his clothes, and personally burned incense and performed rituals to thank the deity of Mount Huang, Wu Yanzu.

Wang Wen watched the whole process and unexpectedly gained 200 points of Yin De, which was a pleasant surprise.

Afterwards, a large group of people went down the mountain, packed their luggage and headed for Jingde County.

The three talisman sects will host a buffet outside Jingde County for all the loyal and righteous men who participated in the war...

The banquet lasted for three days and three nights before everyone set off to return home and look for their mothers.

Wang Wen and his group were going back to Yangzhou, and happened to be on the same road with hundreds of Taoists from the Shangqing Sect who were returning to Maoshan. Zhenren Hunkun insisted that Wang Wen first go back with him to Maoshan to recognize his ancestors. Wang Wen had no choice but to agree to go back with them to Maoshan first.

Unexpectedly, before the group even reached Xuancheng, they heard the shocking news that the ten prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River had become a den of ghosts and less than one in ten people were left alive.

In due time, the news had spread all over the country along the Yangtze River and the Grand Canal!

Kyushu is shaken!

The whole world is shocked!

(End of this chapter)