The game comes true, starting with the wandering spirits and gods.

Zhang Wenhao closed his eyes, his consciousness not entering A Yun's seven orifices, but emerging from the repaired statue.

He opened his eyes.

His eyes were drawn to the low ceiling of the fishing hut. He couldn't smell the salty, fishy smell of the sea breeze through the screen, but it wafted into his nose at that moment.

Wei Hongyao, who had not seen much of the world, was the most shocked. Her eyes widened as she looked at the statue and then at the living person who had suddenly appeared in front of her.

This is different from the appearance of the fox demon Sesame. She is somewhat transparent, and anyone with discerning eyes can tell at a glance that her physical body has not appeared.

"Lord God of the Earth!"

Her voice was weak, she took two steps forward on her knees, and her forehead was about to hit the ground.

Despite having already witnessed many amazing sights, Wei Hongyao's legs still went weak when the deity, a figure passed down through generations in her childhood memories, stood right in front of her.

She took two steps forward on her knees, her forehead about to hit the ground.

Ah Yun, on the other hand, was much calmer.

She had seen the temple god descend before, a hundred years ago.

Back then, they emerged from inside the statue, their golden light shimmering in the blue smoke, illuminating the entire ancient temple. It was far more impressive than them simply walking straight out of the statue now.

However, when she saw that face she had been longing for day and night again, the corners of her mouth still turned up slightly, and she couldn't hide the joy in her heart.

"Temple keeper A-Yun greets the Temple God!"

Her attire was less extravagant and much more dignified.

The woman Zhang Wenhao saw on the screen was somewhat different from the woman standing in front of him.

The young girl from a hundred years ago is now dignified and elegant, with the air of a celestial being, a stark contrast to her tearful and ragged appearance when she first entered the ancient temple.

At the entrance, the fox demon Sesame held the broken jade pendant, motionless.

The moment she saw Zhang Wenhao "appear," her alluring pupils contracted slightly.

This person, no, this god, is entangled with his own destiny, sharing the consequences of his actions.

If we are to break the fate that demons cannot achieve enlightenment, must we sever the Green Lamp God before us...?

She bit her lip, and her resolve wavered slightly.

She should have hated him, hated him for inexplicably taking on the fate of a scholar, hated him for forcing her to bow her head by the neck, hated him for giving her such a nonsensical name as Sesame.

But when he stood before me, that hatred had faded considerably.

"It must be that damned fate that's keeping me so focused!"

The fox demon gritted its teeth, inwardly seething with resentment.

She simply clutched the jade fragment tighter, lowered her head, and remained silent.

Zhang Wenhao's gaze swept quickly across the fox demon, without lingering on it for long.

The most urgent task now is to find that so-called Chi Xiang and take care of her before my father, Zhang Mingyuan, goes on his business trip.

To address pollution at its source, we must clean up the pollution sources.

As for the fox demon's hidden love and hate, I have no interest in speculating about it now.

He opened his distorted eyes in the game.

The spiritual power of the Green Lamp God is incomparable to that in the game and in reality. Even if he suddenly activates it like this, he doesn't feel any mental burden.

Moreover, in a world teeming with ghosts and monsters, it seems that only these vertical pupils can fully unleash their power.

The whole world was shrouded in a hazy gray mist, making those with outstanding spirits stand out even more.

For example, the fox demon Sesame in front of us is a deep pink color.

Meanwhile, A-Yun, whose body was imbued with spiritual energy, was surrounded by a rich golden light that lingered for a long time.

No wonder this so-called Taoist master was able to find me so easily.

With similar insight and ability, finding an extraordinary person is a piece of cake.

Zhang Wenhao's consciousness drifted further and further away as the vertical pupils gazed outwards.

Passing through the low lintels of the fishermen's houses, skimming over the gray skyline of the provincial capital, and over the rows of rooftops and crisscrossing alleyways.

Until they landed on a desolate house.

The house had tall gray walls and tightly closed doors and windows.

Strangely, even the mythical beast statues on the house that were meant to suppress evil spirits had their eyes covered with black cloth.

Inside the wall, a viscous red paste was quietly coiled on the floor of the main hall, slowly wriggling throughout the house. This scene was exactly the same as the evil spirit parasitizing Zhang Mingyuan.

Same roots, same origin...

Scattered around the crimson liquid were specks of red light. Some were moving, others were still; they were probably worshippers of evil spirits.

"This, I'm afraid, is what they call 'Red Fragrance'..."

Zhang Wenhao scrutinized the situation, pondering how to make his move.

At that very moment, another dazzling halo pushed open the door of the fishing hut.

It's that Taoist priest with the bull-nose...

The Taoist priest had just stepped across the threshold.

Her nostrils twitched twice, and her gaze swept past A-Yun, past Wei Hongyao, past the fox demon huddled at the door, and fixed straight on Zhang Wenhao.

"This smell..." he murmured, then narrowed his eyes, a smile slowly appearing on his lips. "I was wondering why the Ancient God of the Green Lamp only wanted to repair the statue and was unwilling to meet me."

"I didn't expect to see it here."

"It is my great honor to see your face." He cupped his hands in greeting, his tone carrying a mixture of genuine and feigned politeness.

Zhang Wenhao didn't reply, but just looked at him calmly.

With his vertical pupils still open, he could see the faint, water-like halo around the Taoist priest. The halo was between bluish-gray in color, not very strong, but very stable.

It's not as flamboyant as Ah Yun's golden light, nor as fleeting as Sesame's pink.

Judging from this, this old Taoist priest with the bull's nose is quite skilled.

Zhang Wenhao cut to the chase, asking, "Do you know about that thing that's entrenched in the provincial capital, the Crimson Fragrance?"

The Taoist priest's smile froze slightly; this was the first time he had shown such an unnatural expression.

"Oh?" His tone rose slightly. "The Green Lamp God is also eyeing those things?"

Zhang Wenhao didn't answer, he just looked at him.

"I know about that Red Incense. It's something that demons and monsters raise, fed with blood and incense, and then it works for them when it grows up."

"However, I advise you, that thing is not to be trifled with. Now is not the time to make a move against it."

These words sounded like advice, but the tone carried a hint of threat.

Zhang Wenhao understood, but didn't respond. He simply said, "Then let's start with its followers."

The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then frowned, clearly not expecting him to be so resolute.

However, Zhang Wenhao knew in his heart that he had to take the initiative.

Even just learning more might trigger the mission mentioned in the narration.

Obtaining the destiny to suppress evil spirits can only bring benefits and no harm.

Moreover... he glanced at the Taoist's unpredictable face... he had no idea how much this old Taoist was hiding.