A master of comedy!

The Temple of the God of Play.

When Zhou Sheng returned, he found that the temple had changed dramatically since his last visit. The entire temple had been renovated and expanded, and a patch of purple bamboo had been planted around it.

A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of bamboo.

Bamboo is a symbol of gathering yin energy, and purple bamboo is especially extraordinary, as it can gather spiritual energy and cultivate feng shui. Legend has it that Guanyin Bodhisattva resided in the purple bamboo forest of the South China Sea.

In Zhou Shengfa's eyes, the entire temple had an extraordinary atmosphere, like clouds and mist rising, with a faint golden light shining through the hall.

This is a sign that the incense-infused golden statue is about to solidify.

The weather has been set; a new god will be born.

"Greetings, Boss Long!"

"We pay our respects to Boss Long!"

As Zhou Sheng passed by the purple bamboo grove, a gust of cold wind swept by, and a group of ghostly soldiers appeared, bowing respectfully to him with a hint of excitement in their eyes.

It was as if I had seen a legendary figure.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Sheng nodded and smiled at them; it was just a simple word of encouragement, but it made them extremely excited.

These are all ghostly soldiers sent by Guan Buping to protect the temple. His disciple is about to complete his incense-burning golden body, so at this crucial moment, it is natural to be careful to prevent anyone from causing trouble.

“These past few days we’ve driven away many people who behaved recklessly and frivolously, given them slight punishments, and even dealt with some who attempted to break into the temple to steal…”

"By the way, a few days ago a sorcerer came by. He was quite upright and wanted to spar with Lady Feng. Lady Feng was itching for a match, so she agreed. They had five matches, each involving hand, eye, body, and footwork, and the sorcerer lost them all!"

"He didn't get angry or embarrassed after losing; instead, he accepted the defeat wholeheartedly, which shows he had some class."

If Guan Buping is the Grand General, then Zhou Sheng is the Young General of the Ghost City. In fact, in the eyes of some ghost soldiers, Zhou Sheng's prestige is even higher.

Therefore, they speak freely about everything they know.

Zhou Sheng nodded and went inside without chatting for too long. There weren't many people burning incense today because it was the most crucial time for the autumn harvest. During the busy farming season, there were naturally fewer people burning incense and praying to Buddha.

There was a female temple keeper in the temple named Ghost Granny.

She was a famous sorceress in Xunyang City, possessing some magical powers and methods. She saw Yaotai Feng's potential in the divine path and therefore volunteered to serve as the temple keeper.

This is like placing a bet in advance. If Yaotai Fengzhen can rise to a higher and higher position in the future, then she, as the temple keeper, will also benefit from it.

This is also a common phenomenon among monks.

Some cultivators have limited aptitude and feel that they can no longer break through. They are also worried about dying and disappearing after their lifespan is exhausted. So they try to rely on those gods to find a way out after death.

"This old woman greets the High Priest!"

When the old hag saw Zhou Sheng, her somewhat cloudy eyes twitched slightly, as if she sensed some kind of terrifying sharpness. She immediately stood up and bowed respectfully.

"High Priest?"

"Yes, Lady Feng said that you are Her High Priest."

"I need to see Him, but I don't know if now is a convenient time?"

Zhou Sheng gazed at the jade sculpture and wondered if it was just his imagination, but the statue seemed even more beautiful after some time apart, its noble, sacred, and heroic aura becoming increasingly apparent.

"This one……"

The old hag hesitated for a moment, then said, "Lady Phoenix seemed to have an epiphany while reading last night, and is still in seclusion. Perhaps she will achieve her golden body today. But she also instructed that if you are coming, even if you are in seclusion, you must inform her..."

Zhou Sheng glanced at her, and his sharp gaze instantly made the old woman lower her head, somewhat trembling with fear.

As a well-known sorceress in Xunyang City, she also had connections in Ghost City, so she naturally knew that the General's Mansion had changed owners.

The one who killed that great general was this seemingly young but unfathomable man before us.

The City God Zheng favored him greatly; the newly appointed General Guan Buping was recommended by him, and even the City Lord Hua Jiulang treated him differently. It's no exaggeration to say that if this man stomped his foot, Xunyang City would tremble.

With her limited magical abilities, if it weren't for the influence of Lady Feng, she probably wouldn't even be able to say a word to her.

Zhou Sheng didn't speak, he just stared at her quietly.

The murderous aura of someone who had killed judges and slain dragons, even if only slightly revealed, was enough to make the witch tremble with fear.

"Considering that you genuinely care about Hongying, this will not be allowed to happen again."

"Yes, yes! Thank you for your mercy, High Priest!"

The old hag felt as if she had been granted a pardon and immediately said, "Then I will now burn a talisman to inform Lady Feng—"

"No need, you can go now."

"Yes!"

The old woman quickly left and respectfully closed the door.

The coldness in Zhou Sheng's eyes finally dissipated.

The sorceress didn't harbor any malicious intent; she simply looked down on Yaotai Feng because Yaotai Feng was a new deity whose foundation was not yet stable.

She dared to act on her own initiative regarding matters that Yao Taifeng had clearly instructed her to do.

What she meant by those words, both openly and subtly, was that Yao Tai Feng was at a crucial moment in cultivating her golden body and hoped that Zhou Sheng would not disturb her.

Although it was indeed for Yaotai Feng's good, the fact that the temple keeper could not absolutely obey the gods' commands was itself a potential problem.

That's why Zhou Sheng deliberately scared her.

The old woman was quite efficient in her work. She closed the door, made up a reason to persuade the remaining worshippers to leave, and then stood respectfully outside, keeping a safe distance so as not to overhear anything she shouldn't.

After all, everyone in the Ghost City knows about the relationship between Yaotai Feng and Ruyunlong.

"Danshan, you're back!"

After Zhou Sheng was left alone in the temple, the phoenix in the jade carving also sensed his aura and immediately parted some of its attention from its seclusion.

Her jade-carved lips hadn't parted, but the sound of joy had already surfaced in Zhou Sheng's heart.

"Yes, you're back. You can continue your seclusion and don't get distracted. Don't worry about me for now."

Zhou Sheng could see that He was indeed at a crucial juncture. Once He passed through it, the incense offerings and golden statue would be completed, and He would truly be considered to have transformed from a ghost into a god.

This is a crucial step.

"Yes, you've come back just in time. With you protecting me, I don't need to go looking for Master anymore. Just wait for me a little longer, it should be soon."

After saying this, Yao Taifeng closed her mind again and devoted herself to cultivation.

Zhou Sheng waited for a while, then got a little bored and looked around, taking in the renovated temple.

Suddenly, something seemed to appear on the beam of the palace, wrapped in cloth.

Could it be a talisman?
Zhou Sheng's eyes immediately changed. The so-called "suppressing object" is a kind of curse technique. It can be placed on the roof beam or buried underground to cast a curse.

Could it be that the old hag harbors ulterior motives and is using her position as temple keeper to secretly commit wicked deeds?
Zhou Sheng stretched out his hand and used his magic to remove the "suppressing object".

Upon opening it, I found several books, and they were spotless, as if they had been frequently read.

Looking at the titles of those books, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but show a strange expression.

"The Jade Pillow and the Orchid Cider Record", "The Golden Bracelet's Explanation of Words", "Spring Dawn at the Mirror Stand", "The Flower Chamber's Honey Brewing Manual", "The Red Dragon and the White Maiden's Dialogue"...

Not only is the writing elegant, but the illustrations are also appalling.

Good grief, not a single one of them is a decent book! (End of Chapter)