I'm Ximen Qing, living in a ghost story!

Do you remember Zhou Tong, the little tyrant, that Ximen Qing won in the last lottery?

The R-rank Little Tyrant card grants him this active skill.

To be honest, this is a skill that, as you can tell from its description, doesn't offer much of a combat power boost.

Even the side effects are extremely deadly, which is very much in line with the image of Zhou Tong, the Little Tyrant in the original work.

【Overbearing Aura (Fake)】 (Only effective against enemies stronger than the player)

[Little Tyrant Zhou Tong has an extraordinary appearance, standing nine feet tall, and quite resembles a tyrant! Therefore, his provocative actions in battle will intimidate the enemy and inflict a fear status on them!]

However, because Zhou Tong's martial arts skills are mediocre, he only uses dough to intimidate people. If the enemy is determined, the fear state will be ineffective and will turn into rage, thus boosting the enemy's strength!

This skill can only be used on someone stronger than yourself, but if the opponent isn't afraid, it's useless.

So here's the question: if the other party is stronger than you, why should you back down?

Therefore, the skill judgment mechanism is simply outrageous!

Ximen Qing originally thought that this skill was probably useless and would most likely be sealed away.

But I didn't expect to use it so soon.

He had just approached step by step, displaying his "iron ox body," and his complete "confidence" from beginning to end, culminating in his final provocation.

Step by step, he made Qing'an believe that Ximen Qing indeed had the ability to kill him!

They successfully broke the monk's guard.

You think I'm very strong, so you're afraid!

So, now is your death day!

"Why...?"

Qing'an looked around in horror.

Magic power, physical strength, all power flowed out of his body, and the flying sword and bronze bell in the air lost their support and fell to the ground!

An overwhelming fear threatened to engulf him.

He wanted to back away.

However, the dense crowd of onlookers prevented him from leaving. The approaching death had thrown him into a panic. He turned around and used his fists to scare those blocking his way.

Whether they were constables, soldiers, officials, or commoners.

"Where is the Zen master going?"

Ximen Qing, shirtless, followed behind the monk Qing'an, tearing off the tattered strips of cloth covering his body.

He had a half-smile on his face.

"You! Don't come any closer! Let me go!"

Qing'an turned her head and saw Ximen Qing approaching step by step. Her legs went weak and she fell to the ground.

The more terrified he was, the less he could control the magic within him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this high-ranking esoteric monk from the Wutai School was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

Ximen Qing simply walked up to him, bent down, and said, "The monk Yuantong communicates with the netherworld, and the Wutai Sect harbors treacherous intentions—all the world knows this! You are nothing more than the first bald thief to die by my hand!"

One sentence made the head monk's pupils widen!

He instinctively wanted to speak, but Ximen Qing had no intention of listening to him. With his precious sword in hand, he made a light slash and his head was severed!

Yang Zhi's treasured sword, capable of cutting hair in two, truly lives up to its reputation!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The monk Qing'an was too thin, with no flesh on his face, so his head didn't roll more than a few times before landing back on the spot.

If it were the head of Monk Yuantong, it would roll very far.

Ximen Qing made this inexplicable connection.

Sheathed his sword and stood up, only to find that all around was completely silent, including Zhou Qingyun and Shi Zhipu, who were standing silently nearby.

Only Hua Baoyan rode up from afar, landing beside Ximen Qing, and said, "Brother, you're really strong! I was useless just now; all the arrows I fired were blocked by that bronze bell!"

"Hehe, don't worry, Xiaohua is already very strong."

Ximen Qing ruffled the hair of his cheap "cousin," then looked at the dozen or so red-robed officials who were about to run out of the crowd in the distance, and said loudly:

"Prefect Weng? The wicked monk who wreaked havoc on people's hearts has been eliminated. Since everyone is here, why not convict him and publicize his deeds? Let the people see that I, Ximen Qing, am not one to indiscriminately kill innocent people!"

After speaking, he looked around.

Everywhere my gaze fell, heads bowed low; the scene I had just witnessed was still too shocking and I needed time to process it.

"this……"

Upon being called by name, Lord Weng, who was about to bend down and run out of the crowd, had no choice but to stand up, clear his throat, and say respectfully:

"Young Master Ximen's slaying of this wicked monk is truly gratifying! This prefecture will certainly comply with your request! We will immediately return to search and confiscate the Lotus Leaf Temple in the city. If any evidence of wrongdoing is found, we will certainly..."

"Hey! Why go through all that trouble!"

Ximen Qing waved his hand, walked over to a drummer in the gong and drum troupe, pointed to the small table where he kept his drum, and asked, "Excuse me, may I borrow this table for a moment?"

"God...the immortal god spoke to me...I...I'll use you as you please!"

The drummer stood up, trembling, and began to speak, seemingly at a loss for words.

Ximen Qing smiled slightly, patted his shoulder, and lifted the table with one hand.

It was placed in front of the headless corpse of Qing'an Monk.

He took out four incense sticks from his waist and borrowed some glutinous rice from kind-hearted people.

[Ask the Gods], activate!

This is the first time he has used it on a cultivator. What changes will occur?

Ximen Qing was really looking forward to it!

However, he was certain that the system's skills would never fail!

The next moment, a ghost appeared on Qing'an Monk's body, holding his head in his hands.

They actually summoned a headless ghost!

"Whoosh!"

A commotion arose from the crowd!

"Oh no! The monk is alive!"

"Bullshit! That's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

The crowd was getting restless.

However, Ximen Qing didn't pay any attention and just asked the questions as usual.

The headless ghost, upon hearing the question, did not answer immediately. Instead, it remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "Three. I will answer three of your questions!"

Ximen Qing frowned slightly.

Strange! The ghosts summoned by the [exorcism] were all like puppets before, this is the first time I've encountered one that I can communicate with.

Why three questions?

"Are you sure you want to ask such a trivial question?" Qing'an's headless ghost replied.

Ximen Qing waved his hand and simply asked two questions: one about the Wutai Sect's collusion with the Netherworld, and the other about the evil deeds it had committed in Qingzhou.

Upon hearing these questions, the headless ghost blurted out everything without hesitation.

The Wutai Sect did indeed have dealings with the Netherworld, but Qing'an knew little about it and had never been involved, perhaps because Yan Chixia of Qingzhou was too powerful.

But there are far too many other evils!

The Wutai School is an unorthodox sect that does not seek purity of mind and few desires, but rather indulges in sensual pleasures. Yuantong is like this, and so is Qing'an.

They even went further, making child delivery a minor business; they also took on other shady operations.

However, the most important thing is that the Lotus Leaf Temple of this monk Qing'an is indeed connected with that fox demon in the city!

Moreover, just as Miss Changting said, the massacre of the entire family by the fox demon last night was not the work of the fox demon, but rather the work of the monks of Lianye Temple!

Upon hearing this, Ximen Qing gasped.

As expected of a monk from the Wutai School, his reputation speaks for itself!