A master of comedy!

Chapter 147 Fighting the Tiger!

Inside the dungeon.

When Zhou Sheng suddenly appeared with Jinse, the "sheep" who had been numb and terrified immediately became excited.

During this time, they were all hoping that the Taoist priest would return and rescue them as he had promised.

But as time goes by, a sense of panic still quietly spreads.

What if the Taoist priest doesn't show up?
So, are they just supposed to wait to die...?

Death is not the most terrifying thing; waiting for death is.

However, these fears vanished the moment Zhou Sheng appeared. The Taoist priest was indeed a man of his word!

"Shh!"

Zhou Sheng gestured for them to remain silent, then opened the green pouch to release the sheep he had bought, and then took in all those who had been affected by the animal creation technique.

Substituting one thing for another!

Jinse's eyes lit up as she carefully observed the real flock of sheep, only to find that she couldn't detect any flaws.

Although it is a real sheep, it has a subtle "human touch," and its eyes reveal a hint of human emotion.

Whether it's tension, anxiety, numbness, or fear...

Even with Zhou Sheng's discerning eye, he couldn't see any flaws.

"How did you do that? That's amazing!"

Exchanging a real sheep for a fake one is definitely a brilliant plan, because the tiger god eats people, not sheep.

If the general were to use these real sheep to sacrifice to the Tiger God on the night of the full moon, it would likely backfire, possibly disrupting the fragile balance and causing a repercussions.

Jinse was incredibly clever and immediately guessed Zhou Sheng's plan, secretly marveling at his skill.

What she was most curious about was how Zhou Sheng managed to give these fake sheep a human touch.

"I have to thank one of my teachers' wives for this."

Zhou Sheng smiled slightly and asked Aunt Zhu to put a special "clothing" on the goats, made of spider silk and mixed with the hair of death row inmates.

Aunt Zhu was a powerful demon who had cultivated for three hundred years. She possessed profound magical power and superb craftsmanship. The sheepskin she sewed was so flawless that even a great general could not tell the difference once it was on.

Even the remnant soul of the Tiger God would not be able to tell the difference between the real and the fake unless it tasted it for itself.

"However, this alone is not enough to completely eliminate the Great General. We need to make more preparations. Jinse, at this crucial moment, I need you to do something..."

Zhou Sheng leaned close to her ear and whispered some instructions.

A strange light flashed in Jinse's eyes. She nodded seriously and said, "Understood. Leave it to me."

Zhou Sheng then led her away from there, making sure not to alert any guards.

"This operation will be called—Tiger Hunting."

"Six days from now, on the night of the full moon, let's... hunt the tiger together!"

Upon hearing those two words, a flicker of excitement flashed in Jinse's eyes. It seemed that her years of forbearance and long-cherished wish were finally about to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

And all of this is thanks to the man in front of me.

“Miss Jinse, the general has long suspected you, but he needed your music to keep him calm, which is why he kept you around.”

"Therefore, you must be extremely careful. The timing of your action is crucial; it cannot be too early or too late. If any problems arise, please contact me immediately."

After saying this, Zhou Sheng prepared to leave the room.

Jinse nodded, but hesitated to speak.

After he fled, Jinse muttered softly, "I really want him to give that zither back to me."

……

He continued using the Earth Escape Technique without pause, and soon he brought his master back to the Xunyang City God Temple.

With a flick of its wrist, the green pouch revealed a large flock of sheep.

In an instant, the statue of the City God seemed to come alive, its eyes shining with divine light, instantly seeing through the true nature of the sheep.

A strong wind suddenly rose from the ground, and the ash from the incense burner filled the air, settling evenly on each sheep.

The next moment, countless evil energies dissipated, and banging sounds echoed throughout the room as sheep transformed into people.

Most of them were women and children, or young men, and some were even pregnant women.

The reason is simple: it tastes good.

As soon as they emerged, they knelt before the statue of the City God, kowtowing and weeping. The once quiet temple was instantly thrown into chaos, yet also filled with a vibrant energy. "City God, thanks to this Taoist priest, he said he was sent by you to save us..."

"City God, I deserve to die. I forgot to burn incense for you a while ago. If it weren't for you sending people to rescue me, how would my old mother live?"

They were all very grateful to the City God.

The City God statue's eyes flickered, giving Zhou Sheng a deep look.

Zhou Sheng nodded and smiled at Him, then turned and walked out the door, letting the City God greet the crowd's gratitude.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

This was his "gift" to the City God, and also his "reward" for inviting him to perform on stage.

"You little rascal, you've actually convinced him. Old Zheng has no choice but to fight tooth and nail now, and he might even have to thank you and owe you a favor..."

Yu Zhensheng looked at his disciple meaningfully, took out a string of incense money from his pocket, and said, "I have lost, and I am convinced of my defeat."

"It seems that Master Lü not only taught you the method to enter the ghost city, but also imparted a lot of his skills in planning and strategizing."

Zhou Sheng could only give an awkward smile and brush it off.

"Master, why did the City God Zheng fight the Great General back then?"

This was both a change of topic and a genuine question in Zhou Sheng's mind.

Back then, the City God of Xunyang was quite popular, even more so than Lu Bingyuan, the City God of Yangcheng. The turning point from prosperity to decline was that great battle.

After that battle, the foundation of Zheng Chenghuang was damaged, and he was unable to manifest his divine power for many years, which led to a sharp decline in the number of worshippers and his gradual decline.

"Because of Juxianlou."

However, it was not Yu Zhensheng who spoke, but an unfamiliar voice.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared beside Zhou Sheng, as if slowly walking out from the swirling incense smoke. It was a middle-aged man wearing an official hat and official robes.

He looked to be around forty or fifty years old, with mostly black hair except for a few gray hairs at the temples. He had a square face, a slender and upright posture, a resolute gaze, and a calm demeanor.

The green pouch was hanging at His waist.

"Greetings, City God Zheng!"

Zhou Sheng immediately knew that the City God had revealed his true form.

Zheng Chenghuang nodded at him with considerable admiration and said, "Young man, you are brave and resourceful, not simple at all. Old Zhao, you have a good successor."

Yu Zhensheng smiled but remained silent.

"Danshan, have you ever heard of... the Yinshan Sect?"

Suddenly, Zheng Chenghuang asked Zhou Sheng.

"I've not only heard of it, I've also killed people with it."

Zheng Chenghuang's eyes lit up slightly, and he smiled, "Not bad, you have the spirit of your master back then."

"The Taoists of the Yinshan Sect do not respect the Three Pure Ones or their ancestral masters, but only the Ghost King of Yinshan. They use unorthodox methods and take unconventional approaches, hence the name Yinshan Sect."

"They even sacrificed their own souls to the Ghost King. Once they die, their souls will be taken by the Ghost King, and they will never be able to be reborn!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng's heart stirred. No wonder that evil Taoist priest summoned the Yinshan Ghost King when he died.

"As for that Yinshan Ghost King, he is indeed someone of great importance."

"The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra records thousands of demon kings, large and small, among whom the three most powerful are the Yinshan Demon King, the Mighty Demon King, and the One-Horned Demon King."

"Among them, the Yinshan Ghost King is said to be omniscient and capable of offering sacrifices to anyone. Back then, there were disciples of the Yinshan Sect among the Longhua Sect who wanted to offer sacrifices to the thousands of souls in the Juxian Tower in order to ask the Ghost King about the whereabouts of that sacred object."

“My ghost messengers discovered it in advance and reported it to me. As the City God, I naturally cannot sit idly by. However, the General colluded with the people of the Longhua Sect and came to block me.”

After a pause, Zheng Chenghuang sighed, "If your master hadn't performed the Yin-Yang opera in time to summon the city lord from seclusion, this city god temple would probably no longer exist."

"Of course, the sacrifice failed, and the violent ghost king also took the lives of many Longhua disciples, so the matter was left unresolved."

"We neither lost nor won."

After a pause, Zheng Chenghuang said seriously, "Now, tell me your plan. If it doesn't work, even if you rescue those people, I won't help you."

Zhou Sheng nodded, his voice strong and confident, exuding an indescribable charm.

"My plan is called Tiger Hunting!"

……

(End of this chapter)