He became the True Lord of Ten Thousand Laws starting from Liaozhai.

Pudu's knowledge is unparalleled in the world, and he has practiced countless spells, but he is not proficient in many of them.

For a cultivator like him, all the spells he was proficient in had been cultivated into supernatural powers.

In a powerful force like the Ancient Demon Court, every spell has a corresponding supernatural ability that can be cultivated, but there are many different branches. As for what kind of supernatural ability one can comprehend, it actually depends on one's own comprehension.

Everyone's supernatural abilities are different, but the Ancient Court of the Demon Clan will record the characteristics that each cultivator who has cultivated supernatural abilities comprehends.

To facilitate understanding for future generations, or to provide some direction for comprehension.

The Great Dao originates from the same source. The demon ancestors believed that since all spells can be cultivated into different supernatural abilities, there must be a reason for it, and this is also a direction that can be referenced.

As for why the same spell can be cultivated into hundreds of different supernatural abilities and secret techniques, even the demon race cannot explain this, or rather, there is simply no connection between spells and supernatural abilities and secret techniques.

Even the former wise sage of the demon race had tried to deduce it, but in the end, he came up empty-handed.

Some believe that supernatural powers are related to the cultivator's inner world, and are connected to the cultivator's thoughts and intentions.

It is even related to the tribulation that cultivators undergo before achieving supernatural powers.

These are all speculations from those big shots, and no one has been able to figure out why yet.

However, everyone agrees that whether or not one can comprehend supernatural powers has little to do with so-called talent.

More importantly, everyone can have their own unique understanding of the Great Dao, and each one can even lead to enlightenment. Existence is its own justification, and that is the case.

Some people achieve supernatural powers through music, some even attach their supernatural powers to weapons, and some can enter the realm of supernatural powers by composing poetry.

Even the cultivators in Wanbao Mountain who attained supernatural powers through cooking only demonstrate that the world is vast and full of wonders.

Then again.

When Zhang Zhengyi saw Pudu looking at Xiaochongshan, he was already heartbroken; it was simply a matter of his limited understanding.

However, he did not regret it, only that he had implicated the people on the mountain.

"Heh, you're a mountain, yet you dare to provoke me without having cultivated any supernatural powers. You're quite loyal and righteous, so I'll allow you to live a few more days."

"After I've digested you, my dearest friend, I'll reunite you two brothers inside me."

"Hehehehe..."

In Zhang Zhengyi's view, the once clean street suddenly turned into a cloud of yellow sand, which obscured his eyes, and Zhang Zhengyi could not see anything clearly.

Soon, his consciousness became engrossed, and when he woke up again, his consciousness had returned to his body.

The incense offering's clone was eaten.

This was his first reaction upon waking up.

"Is this wicked monk suddenly taking pity on me and letting me live a few more days?"

"Pah, pah, pah! How could that be? This ruthless killer could be so kind? It's utterly absurd."

Zhang Zhengyi didn't dare to think too much about anything else, but in his opinion, the current state of this demonic monk was definitely strange. Even if the demonic monk ate people, he couldn't keep eating them, whether they were evil cultivators or something else.

As long as it involves "eating people," what you gain is not necessarily all of your cultivation, but also various indigestible memories or other things.

If one consumes too much, the person will become insane.

But it seems that the evil monk did not eat a single commoner. Instead, he was after Liang Jing, or more accurately, he was after the incense and divine power.

"Sit and wait to die? No, we must first get rid of the spirits of Little Chongshan."

After Zhang Zhengyi woke up from the meditation cushion, he was no longer able to meditate properly. He prepared to summon all the spirits of Lesser Chongshan Mountain and tell them to pack their bags and go out to seek refuge.

Although he is a mountain god and does not rely entirely on incense offerings for cultivation, he has received a considerable amount of incense offerings over the years.

"It's good that no civilians were injured."

Thinking of this, Zhang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Li Jiangyuan's mother was also alright. To be honest, he had a deep connection with Li Jiangyuan. In fact, he had saved the child's life.

However, Li Jiangyuan's current status is somewhat special, so Zhang Zhengyi thought he should take extra care of him.

Even without this identity, Zhang Zhengyi would treat this child the same way.

However, the little master of the Heart Mirror had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Thinking about this, Zhang Zhengyi felt there was still one thing he needed to do.

Fang Yuancheng can't go back. He needs to find Li Jiangyuan and explain things to him, asking him to stay in Xiaochongshan for the time being.

However, this is not a solution, as the evil monk said he would come back to deal with him in a few days.

Zhang Zhengyi couldn't tell whether it was true or false, but he said that he came from a noble family and probably couldn't stand these insults.

Since he was able to endure it back then, it must mean that this evil monk had his own unspeakable secrets. Zhang Zhengyi felt that his judgment was correct.

The fact that the evil monk didn't exorcise him on the spot is inextricably linked to his own circumstances.

"Let's stay here for a few days and move Jiang Yuan when that evil monk arrives."

"I refuse to believe that even if I risk my life, I can't stop him for a moment?"

"Master Xin Jing can't leave either. Let him rest for a while, and then he can leave with Jiang Yuan."

Soon, Zhang Zhengyi had almost finished arranging things. If things went according to plan, all of this would work. It all depended on whether that evil monk would give him the opportunity.

Zhang Zhengyi remained silent for a while. He couldn't have predicted this kind of thing, and he didn't even have the strength to stop it. Let's take it slow. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Who would have thought that such a powerful figure would threaten them, a lower-level cultivator? This was something no one could have predicted.

......

The spirits didn't have much to say; they just said a few simple words and then dismissed them.

The spirits also realized the seriousness of the matter. They did not raise too many questions or doubts, and they all trusted Zhang Zhengyi.

This mountain god not only taught them how to cultivate themselves, but also taught them the principles of being a good person, all so that they could have a better future after they took human form.

To these spirits, Zhang Shanshen was their mentor. "A teacher for a day is a father for life." Zhang Shanshen was irreplaceable in their hearts.

With things having come to this point, the spirits had no choice but to go back and pack their things, and then follow Zhang Zhengyi's instructions.

However, some spirits offered to live and die with Xiao Chongshan, but Zhang Zhengyi rejected them. As the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope." Why choose to die when you can run away?

Zhang Zhengyi wasn't that foolish to send his own child to their death.

A bunch of spirits who haven't even taken human form yet dare to try and intercept a cultivator with supernatural powers? What a futile attempt! They should know their place.

For this, Zhang Zhengyi also scolded the spirit who made the suggestion, rebuking him for having wasted his time studying and only learning these shallow principles.

Hearing these words, Zhang Zhengyi felt a warmth in his heart. All these years of teaching them so many principles had not been in vain. However, now was not the time to act rashly. Every possible loss of life was worthwhile.

Only by living can one have a chance to take revenge. Or rather, Zhang Zhengyi never intended for these spirits to take revenge. He believed that as long as they could make good use of the knowledge he had taught them, they would be able to live a good life for the rest of their days.

Zhang Zhengyi just wanted them to live happily until the end of their lives. He didn't expect them to achieve anything great, nor did he expect them to become powerful demon kings, nor did he expect them to have any special cave dwellings. He just wanted them to live well, and that was enough.

If they can survive this ordeal safely, Zhang Zhengyi will still have a way to find them. Having lived in Xiaochongshan for so many years, their bodies are filled with the aura of Xiaochongshan. As long as they can survive, Zhang Zhengyi will have a chance to find all of their spirits.

At that time, they will still be a family.

However, the possibility is extremely slim. Zhang Zhengyi no longer intends to live, or rather, he sees no hope of living at all.

Faced with such a powerful opponent, Zhang Zhengyi felt utterly powerless; he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

The sandstorm that had just hit him had already thwarted his will to resist.

The oppressive force came crashing down like a mountain, and his fragile body couldn't withstand it at all.

"It's a pity that I haven't accomplished anything significant in my life."

After dismissing the spirits, Zhang Zhengyi did nothing else. Instead, he sat alone on the podium, reminiscing about the past.

He poured himself a cup of laurel wine. All the spirits knew how to make wine, but he rarely made his own.

In recent years, the laurel wine has all been brewed by spirits and monsters.

For some reason, after realizing he was on the verge of death, Zhang Zhengyi became fearless.

He began to reminisce about his past life, and after a series of sighs, he drank cup after cup of laurel wine.

In the past, he only wanted to live a life of self-cultivation, but ever since his cultivation level gradually increased and he met a scholar from the mortal world, his thoughts have changed completely.

It was also a moonlit night.

A scholar was resting in his newly built mountain god temple when a heavy rain caused him to be delayed for some time.

The rain grew heavier, and the scholar had no choice but to spend the night in the temple.

This was the first time Zhang Zhengyi had encountered an ordinary person staying at his temple.

I don't know why, but I suddenly had the urge to make friends with them.

So he transformed himself into a young man and came to the temple.

The scholar was quite startled. He was alone in a mountain temple in the middle of nowhere, and he would be afraid of anyone, let alone a scholar who was powerless to even kill a chicken.

"My friend, the mountain road is high and slippery, I apologize for bothering you."

This was Zhang Zhengyi's initial way of greeting people; he used the language he had read in the book, speaking in a somewhat broken Mandarin.

The scholar found this scene amusing and laughed, saying, "Brother, what's the point of bothering you? This isn't my place to begin with, so what reason do I have to monopolize it?"

Perhaps it was the kindness emanating from Zhang Zhengyi at the time that made the scholar not feel afraid.

Zhang Zhengyi did good deeds throughout his life and did not commit any major mistakes or do anything wrong.

He is the mountain god, a true spirit condensed from the consciousness of the mountain. His character is like that of the mountain: upright, unyielding, and honest.

All plant spirits, when they take human form, are basically like this, each with their own characteristics. For example, some precious flowers and plants, if they have self-awareness, will first and foremost possess arrogance.

Because they consider themselves superior and think they are above others, this is the influence of their inherent nature on their personality. This is unavoidable and determined from the moment they are born with consciousness.

Mountains possess spirits, and most of them are honest and taciturn in nature. Other personality traits are developed and formed later in life.

Humans cannot remain unchanged, and neither can these true spirits. Their personalities will change with the environment, and this is inevitable.

Zhang Zhengyi was one of them.

Later, somehow they started talking.

This scholar is learned and knowledgeable, well-traveled, and skilled.

That night, the two of them talked about everything under the sun, from books to human nature, and from human nature to the complex relationships between people.

They talked about their regrets, then about their past experiences, their ideals, and what they wanted to become in the future.

The conversation then shifted from geography to astronomy, and later from astronomy to the current emperor...

They talked about everything they could, and all of this happened in just one night.

Most of the time, it was actually the scholar who was talking, and Zhang Zhengyi was probably just a listener.

Until dawn, the scholar said something that greatly shocked Zhang Zhengyi.

"Brother, I think I've figured it out; you're not human."

The scholar finished speaking and laughed.

Zhang Zhengyi was quite surprised at the time, but he quickly calmed himself down. After spending the night together, he already knew that the scholar was a very kind person. This was just a conclusion he had drawn from their brief interaction.

Why do you say that?

"Brother, you came through the downpour without any rain gear, yet you're not soaking wet at all. Doesn't that speak for itself?"

After the scholar finished speaking, he was even a little proud. In his opinion, his experience tonight was bizarre enough.

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Zheng laughed when he heard the reason. He had been so busy making friends that he had forgotten about this.

That was a real oversight.

"Brother, since you already know, why aren't you afraid of me?"

"Hehe, I am a scholar. Although I don't have any martial arts skills, I am very good at judging people."

The scholar boasted a few words, and in fact, it was true.

Zhang Zhengyi couldn't find any major faults in the scholar after spending the night with him.

"Brother, you are full of righteousness, and it's a pity that you have no desire to harm anyone. I can still sense these qualities."

The scholar had traveled extensively and had seen a wide range of things; he had heard many similar folk tales.

Therefore, he was not afraid; in fact, he was somewhat excited.

He usually only encountered stories in plays or books, but now he has finally come across one.

As they chatted, the scholar became less afraid and completely let go. If this person really wanted to harm him, why wait until now?

That means he is a good "person".

"So that's how it is, my friend. I won't hide it from you anymore; I am indeed the mountain god of this Lesser Chongshan..."

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