A master of comedy!

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Inside the quiet and spacious temple, the sound of turning pages could be heard from time to time.

Zhou Sheng quickly flipped through the books, his handsome face slightly flushed. The storylines were quite explicit, but the most alluring parts were the illustrations...

There were some positions that even Zhou Sheng, who had seen countless films in his previous life, had never seen before.

When did the old Feng Dajia, who used to enjoy reading chivalrous tales, start liking these things?
Oh, there is another book about a female knight-errant, but that female knight-errant practices a dual cultivation demonic art. When she encounters a powerful enemy, she directly tears off her clothes, and then the two sides "spar" in the air with their dual cultivation techniques.

The scene depicted in the illustration even gave this move the name "Flying Sky".

Feng Dajia is pure and virtuous, a heroine, it's unexpected that she has such a romantic side, but she's shy, so Zhou Sheng doesn't intend to expose her.

Of course, he had already memorized some of the "knowledge".

Just as he was about to put the forbidden books back in their place, the statue of Yaotai Feng suddenly began to tremble, and golden light rippled across the jade-carved skin.

The golden light bloomed like lotus flowers, filling the surroundings with a strange and refreshing fragrance.

A hint of joy flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes.

This is about to become a golden statue for worshippers!

Unexpectedly, it happened so quickly, and with quite a commotion. It seems that the incense-infused golden body that has been cultivated is extraordinary, possessing an aura that even Zhou Sheng finds remarkable.

A smile appeared on his face, and a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

Once Feng Dajia achieves her golden body, the two will no longer be considered as being on different paths as humans and ghosts, but rather as true companions on the path of cultivation.

Perhaps it is inevitable to undergo a tribulation after achieving the golden body. Just as he was filled with joy, a fragrant breeze slowly drifted in from outside the door.

When the ghostly soldiers guarding the Purple Bamboo Forest realized something was wrong and prepared to draw their swords or warn others, the soul remained as hard and unmoving as a sculpture.

Their eyes were filled with terror, as if they had witnessed some horrific scene.

These ghost soldiers, sent by Guan Buping to guard Yaotai Feng, are naturally the most battle-hardened elites in the Ghost City. Each one is comparable to a cultivator at the second level, and the general leading them is even comparable to a cultivator at the third level.

But whether they were ghost soldiers or generals, they were all powerless against that fragrant breeze.

As two snow-white, crystal-clear bare feet slowly trod through the purple bamboo forest, the souls actually weathered into sand and vanished without a trace.

The divine radiance, as intense as the blazing sun, scorched the once translucent purple bamboo into a charred black.

The snakes, insects, and ants in the forest seemed to sense the impending terror and scattered, but after only a few steps, they dried up into sand, their life force extinguished.

"Divine Golden Body?"

The woman looked at the temple not far away. Although the gate was tightly closed, the invisible golden light of incense almost turned the clouds in the sky gold.

This is a sign that the golden body of incense is about to be completed. Judging from the movement, this golden body has extraordinary potential and may give birth to a remarkable innate supernatural power.

He calculated with his fingers, and his eyes gleamed with a strange light.

"Yaotai Phoenix, quite interesting. I never expected that such an outstanding deity would appear in the mortal realm. This is quite an unexpected gain."

Ding-a-ling~
Just as the ghostly soldiers dissipated, the wind chimes under the eaves suddenly rang.

The witch immediately opened her eyes, her expression solemn. She picked up her staff, her eyes gleaming with an eerie light, and scanned her surroundings.

These wind chimes are her secret weapons; they are usually unmoved by the wind, but they will produce a crisp sound when a powerful enemy invades.

Moreover, the stronger the enemy, the louder the wind chimes will ring.

"Ring ring!"

The wind chimes rang louder and louder until they finally shattered and crashed to the ground, the sound abruptly ceasing.

The old woman's face was deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with fear.

What kind of formidable enemy could cause her precious bell to explode?

A struggle and hesitation flashed in her eyes. She instinctively wanted to run away, but as a temple keeper, if she left, she would never be able to stay in Xunyang again.

All the hard work and effort put in recently will be in vain.

She had a vague premonition that today's decision to escape or stay would be a crucial one that would determine her entire life, and that different choices would lead to drastically different outcomes.

With a determined look, she made a quick decision: Stay!

"One sweep clears the sky, two sweeps bring peace to the earth, three sweeps bring longevity to people, four sweeps bring the ghosts to vanish. Where the broom turns, plague and yellowing dissipate; when fragrant clouds rise, auspicious mists gather..."

The witch unleashed her most powerful spell, the purification incantation.

The reason she became the most famous sorceress in Xunyang City was because of this incantation. Once the incantation was uttered, evil spirits would retreat and all filth would dissipate.

After sixty years of arduous cultivation, though his talent was dull and he only mastered one incantation, he was an expert in this art and devoted himself to its study. In addition, with the divine staff made of a hundred-year-old lightning-struck wood, even the fiercest ghosts could not withstand more than a few spells.

As the incantation was recited, the staff actually stood up on its own, the dragon head on it turned, and finally settled on the west.

A hot wind blew westward, carrying the acrid smell of lightning-struck wood. Ordinary people would only feel a heat on their face, but in the eyes of evil spirits and filth, it was no different from lightning and fire.

But the hot air suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, a howling wind swept the hot air back, causing the old woman's white hair to dance wildly and making it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.

She suddenly screamed as the hot air nearly burned the skin on her face.

Click!

The staff, forged from a century-old piece of lightning-struck wood, was swept away by the gale, crashed into the wall, and broke in two, with traces of blood seeping from the broken ends.

"Purification Mantra, are you regarding me as defiled?"

A voice rang in her ear, its tone authoritative and indifferent yet tinged with a hint of murderous intent.

The old hag barely opened her eyes and screamed again.

The figure shone with divine brilliance, and the crimson-gold radiance pierced her pupils like sharp thorns, causing her eyes to bleed.

Mortals must not look directly at the gods!

The newcomer was actually a true god, and in all her years of life, she had never encountered anyone who could compare to him in terms of divine power and imposing aura.

"Please, Your Majesty, spare my life! I... as the temple keeper, it is my duty to protect the goddess—"

Before she could finish speaking, she heard that cold voice ring out again.

"What does it have to do with me?"

Immediately afterwards, a finger shimmering with crimson-gold divine light gently touched the widow's brow. Even before the fingertip arrived, it had already terrified the widow's three souls and made her seven spirits tremble.

Just as the old hag's eyes showed despair, a mighty hot wind rose into the sky, and the furnace-like heat wave instantly broke the stalemate.

The woman's eyes flickered slightly.

clang!
His finger, which was aimed at the witch, was blocked by a bronze hand, like the striking of a golden bell, sending up scorching sparks.

Zhou Sheng's figure swayed slightly, but he did not retreat.

A strange light flashed in the woman's eyes again, becoming even brighter.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her stern, frosty eyes softened instantly, and she even stared at the handsome man with a touch of infatuation.

Eyes facing each other.

They could both feel the tender affection between them, their eyes meeting tenderly.

“Zhou Lang…”

He parted his red lips slightly and called out "Zhou Lang," sending a shiver down his spine.

Zhou Sheng stroked the jade-like finger and the ice-crystal-like ring on it, his voice gentle and affectionate. He deliberately dispelled his zombie-like powers, letting the fingertip touch his brow.

"It's bad enough that you haven't come to see me for so long, but now that we meet, you want to kill me?"

He closed his eyes and said frankly, "If you really want it, then take it."

"I will not make things difficult for Nianpan."

...(End of this chapter)