I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

Holding a selfie stick, Wu Yuanying strode out of the car and shouted into the camera, "Family, follow me! That Qimen Zhenjun Temple is up on the mountain. Let's rush over and see if it's a real god or a fake ghost!"

As she spoke, she pointed to the mountain road ahead, and the camera panned across it.

"Wow! That signboard is really intimidating!"

"It looks really impressive, could it be for real?"

The comments section was filled with amazement.

Yingtan City itself is mountainous, and the Qimen Zhenjun Temple is built on the mountainside. The mountain road is rugged and uneven, full of potholes. People with less physical strength will be out of breath after only a few steps.

As soon as we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we saw a group of people dressed in Taoist robes gathered at the crossroads, spitting as they talked to passersby, their words quite vivid and engaging.

Upon closer listening, good heavens, it was all nonsense praising the Qimen Zhenjun!

"Fellow villagers! Our patriarch of the Misty Hidden Temple is none other than the True Lord of Qimen, personally appointed by the Heavenly Emperor! A few days ago, when Yingtan City suffered a calamity, it was our patriarch who descended with a divine decree, enabling us to step in and save the people from disaster!"

The leading Taoist priest was glib and cunning, his words carrying a sinister, brainwashing quality, and his eyes revealed a calculating glint.

"Anyone who sincerely kneels and worships my ancestral master will have money and wealth as they wish. Even if you want a windfall, my ancestral master can arrange it all for you! Your wishes will come true, and everything will go smoothly. It's guaranteed to be effective!"

A group of passersby were captivated by his boasting and began whispering among themselves.

"Is it really that strange?"

A middle-aged man frowned and asked, clearly somewhat interested.

"Is that even possible?"

The Taoist priest patted his chest, his face showing a look of "deep sorrow," and said, "Take Jin Jianbang, the richest man in Yingtan City, for example. You all know him, right? A few days ago, we kindly preached to him and asked him to worship the True Lord, but he just scoffed and called us frauds!"

He paused deliberately, lowering his voice to create a sinister atmosphere: "That very night, his entire family was attacked by vengeful ghosts and met a terrible end! Over a hundred people died in a gruesome manner; not even a single piece of their flesh could be found!"

Upon hearing this, many people around nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes! The Jin family was indeed wiped out; the news has spread throughout the entire city!"

"I heard that carrying the body took more than an hour; the scene was absolutely terrifying!"

"Boss Jin was such a philanthropist! He always donated money and goods to help the poor. It's such a pity he's gone!"

Everyone sighed with regret.

Jin Jianbang had an excellent reputation in Yingtan City; he wasn't the kind of person who was rich but heartless. His tragic death truly saddened many people.

Seeing this, the Taoist priest immediately seized the opportunity, raising his voice: "This is the consequence of not believing in the True Lord of Qimen! The cycle of karma is inescapable, and retribution is swift!"

He abruptly changed the subject and began to paint a rosy picture: "Look at the fifth son of the Zhao family in the east of the city. He used to be dirt poor, over thirty years old and still couldn't find a wife. But ever since he started worshipping our True Lord, he's been showered with wealth the very next day!"

"Now they drive sports cars and live in villas, they're living a very glamorous life!"

Another Taoist priest immediately chimed in, their cooperation perfectly synchronized: "That's right! Yesterday, Boss Zhao personally came to the temple and donated five million incense money to express his gratitude for the True Lord's protection!"

This back-and-forth ignited the enthusiasm of passersby:

"Wow! It's that effective? I'll have to go pray to them!"

"After all, he's a deity who saved the city. Even if he's not effective, it's not a loss to worship him!"

"Let's go, let's go up the mountain together!"

A large group of people were about to rush up the mountain, but only a few people remained standing still.

Upon seeing this, the Taoist priests' eyes instantly turned cold, carrying a hint of threat, as they walked towards the group.

"Friends, everyone else is going to pay homage to the True Lord, why aren't you moving?"

The leading Taoist priest asked with a forced smile.

A woman in a floral miniskirt hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and said, "We've heard that Guiling City is a blessed land protected by the City God, so our whole family plans to move there and settle down. We won't join in the fun."

"Guiling City?"

Upon hearing those three words, the two Taoist priests' faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot. One of them secretly made a hand gesture, and several other Taoist priests immediately surrounded them, glaring at them menacingly.

"What kind of insignificant City God is he to be compared to our Qimen Zhenjun?"

The leading Taoist priest's face was grim, and his tone was disdainful, "Don't be fooled by those rumors, they're all false!"

Another Taoist priest immediately chimed in, "That's right! What City God? That's pure nonsense! Don't forget, it was our Qimen Zhenjun who saved your Yingtan City back then!"

Another Taoist priest chimed in, deliberately spreading rumors: "Haven't you seen the news online? The underworld is infamous. Those so-called city gods are probably just evil spirits that suck people's incense offerings; they're not benevolent deities at all!"

These people, one after another, belittled Guiling City and the City God to the point of being worthless.

Wu Yuanying, who was standing nearby, was furious. She rolled up her sleeves, ready to rush forward and argue with them: "What nonsense are you spouting! Our City God of Guiling City is a genuine guardian deity! How dare you swindlers slander the heroic deeds of the god who rode his horse across the city and slew millions of demons with a single sword strike?"

Just as she was about to explode, Zhong Jiu grabbed her and whispered, "Don't rush, let's see what tricks they're up to first."

As he spoke, he flicked his finger and exchanged incense for two concealment talismans. He affixed one to Wu Yuanying and used the other himself.

This talisman not only conceals one's aura but also reduces one's presence; even if it's right in front of you, it's easy to overlook if you don't look closely.

The woman in the floral dress was quite assertive and wasn't intimidated: "No, my husband works in Guiling City. He says it's very safe there. We still believe in the City God."

After saying that, he took his parents and children and prepared to leave.

The Taoist priests' eyes instantly turned sinister. They exchanged glances, and four or five more Taoist priests darted out from the side and secretly followed them.

"What are they trying to do?"

Wu Yuanying lowered his voice and asked through gritted teeth.

"Just wait and see."

Zhong Jiu pulled her along, and they followed with light steps. Thanks to the concealment talisman, the Taoists didn't notice them at all.

As they walked into a secluded alley, the Taoist priests who had been following them suddenly rushed out and blocked the family's path.

Zhong Jiu immediately used his incense points to exchange for several "Truth-Telling Talismans," which he secretly affixed to several Taoist priests, hoping to see if they could reveal the truth.

"What do you think you're doing? Trying to stop people in broad daylight?"

The older sister was so frightened that she shielded the child behind her. Although she was uneasy, she still tried to remain calm and asked.

"I'm not doing anything, just teaching you ungrateful bastards a lesson!"

The leading Taoist priest sneered sinisterly, "The true god is right before your eyes, yet you refuse to worship him and insist on believing in some worthless City God. You are simply stubborn and incorrigible!"

Another Taoist priest stepped forward, his tone arrogant: "We don't care if you go anywhere else, but if you want to go to Guiling City, forget about it!"

"Now you're given a chance. Turn back immediately to pay homage to the True Lord and swear to forever believe in the True Lord of Qimen, or don't even think about leaving this alley!"

The eldest sister's father was trembling with anger, pointing at them and shouting, "You're not the government, what right do you have to restrict our freedom! This is a society governed by law, how dare you act recklessly?"

"A society governed by the rule of law?"

The Taoist chuckled, pulled a small, dark earthenware jar from his pocket, weighed it in his hand, and said, "In Yingtan City, our Wuyin Temple is the rule!"

He gently lifted the lid of the earthenware jar, and a pungent smell of blood wafted out. Immediately afterward, a monstrous ghost with a blue face and fangs, covered in black blood, crawled out of the jar, its mouth full of sharp teeth cracking open as it let out a piercing, sinister laugh.

"See that? That's the vengeful ghost under the command of our True Lord!"

The Taoist patted the vengeful ghost's head, his tone threatening, "The richest man, Jin Jianbang, was just like you, insisting on seeking refuge with some City God in Guiling City. And what happened? His whole family became this vengeful ghost's snacks, not even bones were left! Do you want to follow in his footsteps?"

These words struck like a bolt from the blue, turning the eldest sister's family pale and causing them to tremble.

"So...so you're the ones who killed Boss Jin's entire family!"

The eldest sister's voice trembled, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Who would have thought that the Wuyin Temple, which claimed to have saved Yingtan City, was actually a group of monsters in human form!

If this gets out, the entire city of Yingtan will be in an uproar!

"Hahaha! That guy surnamed Jin deserves to die!"

The Taoist priest laughed triumphantly, his face full of arrogance and cruelty. Under the blessing of the "Truth-Spitting Talisman," his true colors were revealed. "I killed his whole family, swallowed his property, and then gave it to the obedient fifth son of the Zhao family to make him a puppet tycoon. The feeling of fooling the world is simply too satisfying!"

He became increasingly smug as he spoke, as if it were some great achievement: "The world only knows that Jin Jianbang suffered misfortune because he didn't believe in the True Lord, and that the fifth son of the Zhao family made a fortune by believing in the gods, but they don't know that all of this was orchestrated by me, the Daoist Master! You fools deserve to be deceived by us!"

"How...how could you be so cruel!"

The eldest sister and her family were terrified, and tears were welling up in their eyes.

They just wanted to live a peaceful life in Guiling City, but they ended up getting themselves killed!

"Ruthless?"

The Taoist's face darkened, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. "You can think about this problem when you're in the afterlife!"

Now that he had revealed the secret, he had no intention of letting the family leave alive.

He patted the ghost's head and ordered, "You have one minute to take care of them all, and leave no trace!"

The vengeful ghost let out a sinister laugh, opened its blood-red maw, and pounced on the child in the eldest sister's arms!