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Chapter 343 Back to the Mountain
"Brother Niu, I'm counting on you." Zhang An looked at the supplies lined up in front of him and said to Li Ming in a flattering manner.

Li Ming hummed softly, then opened his mouth wide, and there was a buzzing sound. Then an extremely strong suction force came out of his mouth. What was even more surprising was that once these objects approached Li Ming's mouth, they immediately became smaller, until finally they could just fit into his mouth.

But he saw that thousands of loads of grain, herbs, minerals, and even coffins were all sucked into his mouth.

This is Li Ming’s innate magical power!
Swallowing the sky, eating the earth, and chewing all things, there is a world in the belly.

This was also the difference that Li Ming gradually discovered after practicing for several years. Not only did his appetite become huge, but there seemed to be a hidden power of the void in his stomach, which could store items, and whether they could be digested or not was determined by his thoughts.

That was why Zhang An brought him with him when he went down the mountain. There were very few void magic weapons in the sect, and Lei Dongzi only had one. He cherished it very much and did not use it easily. There were two more for public use in the sect, but they had been borrowed by others. If Zhang An was unable to move without these magic weapons, he would let Li Ming follow him.

The townspeople stared with wide eyes as they watched Li Ming devour all the supplies. They couldn't help but shout in panic, "Master Immortal, your divine bull is so hungry that it has swallowed up all of our town's tax revenue for the year. Please stop it! We have no more!"

The workers who were transporting supplies around were also shocked. In the past, they were all immortals casting spells, but this was the first time they saw this mount swallowing.

Zhang An laughed heartily and said, "Don't panic, don't panic. The Great Master has a huge world in his belly. Whatever you eat can be vomited out."

This was also Zhang An's first time as a tax officer. The mayor asked this question because he was not familiar with the matter. If he had seen it before, he would not have asked this question.

Seeing that all the supplies were swallowed by Li Ming, Zhang An nodded and said.

"Mayor, I've counted everything, and I've taken everything with me. See you later!"

The mayor naturally nodded in agreement and bowed to see him off.

However, the uncle and nephew of the Zeng family had no different expressions when they saw Li Ming performing the Heaven-Swallowing and Earth-Eating Technique. Perhaps they had seen it before.

Zhang An looked at the two of them and said, "Please follow me."

After saying that, he waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand, and a black smoke enveloped the two of them. Li Ming also had clouds appear under his feet and he rose up on the mist.

He practiced the authentic Vajra Dharma, with pure cloud color and full of immortal energy. On the contrary, Zhang An, who caused the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to emit black energy, did not seem like a good person.

Of course, the two did not go back to the mountain directly, but went to the charity cemetery outside the town. There had been a magic circle set up here long ago. The magic circle could gather Yin energy and nourish wandering souls. These unconscious souls would wander here unknowingly.

Zhang An stood at the gate of the charity cemetery and placed Zeng's uncle and nephew at the door. He would use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner later, so he could no longer use this magic weapon to hold the two of them, otherwise their lives would be in danger.

He casually said, "Brother Niu, please keep an eye on them. I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he looked forward and saw a cold and gloomy air overflowing. This was caused by the formation. Zhang An was a cultivator, so he was naturally not afraid. Instead, he strode in.

Around them were piles of rubble, dead branches and leaves, overgrown weeds, and a few tombstones. In the distance, a few ghostly flames flickered, and a cold wind blew harder and harder, its howling like the cries of ghosts and wolves.

If it is like this in broad daylight, how terrifying would it be at night? Therefore, people from the Yinming Sect must come regularly to take away the ghosts, otherwise, if they develop consciousness, there might be trouble.

There have been mistakes in the past. I heard that more than ten years ago, a ghost king appeared and destroyed all the surrounding charity cemeteries in one fell swoop, releasing all the ghosts and causing chaos.

The rules were modified afterwards, and it was changed to a harvest once a year. In the past, it was just about gathering Yin to nourish souls, and if a disciple needed it, he would come down the mountain to collect it. Now it is harvested on a regular basis. Although no evil ghosts can be raised, it is safe and stable.

After Zhang An collected the money, he didn't pocket it all. He had to hand it over to the sect. The sect had its own soul-raising pool with more powerful yin energy and was guarded by someone. So they didn't have to worry about raising a ghost king, and there was someone to take responsibility if something happened.

Although this was Zhang An's first time doing this, he had practiced in the sect for ten years after all, so this small scene was not something he was afraid of. Although he was a little nervous now, he was more excited than anything else.

Immediately, he formed a seal with his hands, his eyes gleaming with a faint light. The scene before him had changed. Translucent figures appeared hazy in the air, seemingly appearing and disappearing, wandering unconsciously in the air. Zhang An took a closer look, confirming that there were no evil spirits. Then, he waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner again, and a puff of black smoke billowed out, engulfing the dozens of wandering souls.

Zhang An couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Master is right, this is really a simple matter."

He didn't know that Lei Dongzi's Ten Thousand Souls Banner was one of his signature magic weapons, and it was extremely powerful. If other disciples came here with magic weapons they had refined, they would have to work hard to get them. If there were some vicious ghosts, there would be more trouble. There were 3,000 evil spirits and countless wandering souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Although Zhang An could only control one hundred of them, its power was not something these newly dead wandering souls could resist.

If Zhang An was the only one going down the mountain this time, Lei Dongzi might not be confident in leaving the task to him.

Zhang An'an's danger is a small matter, but the loss of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is a big deal. However, with Li Ming accompanying him, there is nothing to worry about, as nothing serious will happen.

Li Ming was still curious about what was unusual about the two people, which made him feel wary. It seemed as if there was a voice telling him not to get involved in their affairs.

This feeling was so strange and unexpected that Li Ming couldn't help but be surprised.

A moment later, Zhang An walked out of the charity cemetery, nodded to Li Ming and said, "Brother Niu, we're done, let's go back to the mountain!"

After saying that, he released another puff of black smoke that wrapped up Zeng's uncle and nephew, hanging them behind him, and at the same time he rode on Li Ming's back.

Li Ming knew what he meant, and he immediately took a step, rose up in the mist, and turned into a flash of yellow light. Soon he landed in front of the mountain gate of Yinming Sect.

At this moment, the other few people who went down the mountain to collect taxes have returned to the mountain. They are releasing the materials collected from the mountain one by one, and are registering and checking the accounts.

Zhang An glanced at Li Ming, and Li Ming also opened his mouth and vomited out loads of food, herbs, and minerals, and finally more than a dozen coffins.

A middle-aged man holding a jade disc in front of Zhang An said with a hint of envy, "Master Lei is so lucky. He not only accepted a good disciple like you during his trip down the mountain, but also found a good leg sturdy. Who wouldn't envy Master Li's skills? You are also lucky. You grew up with Master Li. There will be no shortage of benefits in the future."

Zhang An laughed heartily and said, "Brother Wang, stop joking. Master Sun is so skilled that no one in our sect is afraid of him. And since you're his disciple, who would dare to bully you? By the way, here's the list. Please check it out."

Senior Brother Wang accepted the jade tablet, glanced at it briefly, and nodded, saying, "Not bad, not bad. Hey, it seems like there are a few Phantom Spirit Grass and Three Yang Flowers missing."

Zhang An's face froze and he said, "Brother Niu, stop messing around and spit it out."

Li Ming opened his mouth wide, indicating that he had not left any.

Zhang An could only smile and say, "My elder brother Niu was greedy and ate a few of them. Brother Wang, what do you think?"

Senior Brother Wang laughed and said, "I understand, I understand. It's natural for herbs to wear out. Mortals inevitably damage them when they collect them. They looked fine down the mountain, but this one wasn't in good condition when it was brought up. I've lost it."

Zhang An quickly smiled and said, "Thank you very much. By the way, I collected twenty-seven wandering souls this time."

At the same time, he grabbed a round bead and said.

"These five wandering souls lack Yin energy. They are neither tasty nor worthwhile to eat, so they are not included in the calculation."

Senior Brother Wang nodded, reached out and took it, saying, "Senior Brother will help you find a place where Yin energy gathers. After nurturing it, it can still be used."

The two smiled at each other, saying nothing.

(End of this chapter)