The ultimate master in the city

Lost in spirit, bewitching...

Zhou Fengchen's heart pounded wildly. Could those shadows killed by the "Earth Spirit Blade" last night be the souls of everyone in the town?

Just then, Monk Yuanzhi and the proprietress ran over with umbrellas and rattles.

"That person was incredibly powerful." Monk Yuanzhi looked embarrassed. "The formation was useless against him. Has he... left?"

"Let's go!" Zhou Fengchen frowned as he looked at the townspeople crawling all over the ground.

Monk Yuanzhi pointed at the townspeople, "That person left, so what happened to them?"

The proprietress stammered, "Yes, what are these people doing? It's terrifying!"

Zhou Fengchen smiled bitterly: "That man is called Zhao Guizhen. He is a notorious evil person in the history of Taoism. I'm afraid there are very few Taoist disciples who don't know him. His evil magic can transfer and drive people's souls at will. He is extremely evil. I killed hundreds of ghosts last night. If it were the townspeople, I would have lost all my good karma and would be struck by lightning."

Monk Yuanzhi shook his head. "No, no! A person who has lost their soul wouldn't crawl on the ground!"

"That's right!" Zhou Fengchen's eyes lit up. He grabbed a nearby man, pressed a hand seal on his Baihui acupoint, and shook his head in confusion.

Just then, a stray dog ​​ran out from the neighboring yard, looked around, and suddenly let out a loud, chilling wail, which was quite terrifying.

"Whoa—"

The proprietress and Monk Yuanzhi were both startled.

"I know!" Zhou Fengchen cursed, "That bastard swapped the souls of all the poultry and small animals in the town with the souls of the people! I killed the souls of those small animals last night, so these people are crawling around like they've lost their souls!"

Monk Yuanzhi's face turned pale. "Quickly bring them back to life! If we're too late, these people might not be able to come back!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fengchen also became anxious: "Quickly, find ropes and tie these people up, then drive all the small animals in the town over. They have human souls inside them, so they will obey. I will set up an altar and perform a ritual!"

The three of them immediately split up. Fortunately, the town wasn't big and there weren't many people.

We were busy from early morning until the afternoon, and finally we got all the people and animals together.

Zhou Fengchen set up the soul-resurrection array, opened the altar, checked the number of people and animals, and performed the ritual to transfer souls, while Monk Yuanzhi chanted sutras to appease the souls...

Passersby looked on curiously, but upon closer inspection, they were terrified to find that the small animal could make human sounds. They immediately turned and ran away.

Performing a soul-transfer ritual is an extremely demanding task. One by one, souls were transferred to different bodies. When the last person's soul was transferred, Zhou Fengchen felt completely exhausted, his head spun, and his vision went black as he fainted.

……

He was awakened by a swaying motion after an unknown amount of time. When he looked up, it was already dark. He was lying in the back of a tricycle. The landlady was holding him in her arms and holding a broken umbrella to shield him from the snow. Chu Xiaoling and her son were sitting on the other side watching him. In front, Monk Yuanzhi was driving the tricycle with difficulty, running along a small road.

When the proprietress saw that he was awake, she exclaimed with delight, "Oh! Little Zhou is awake!"

Monk Yuanzhi turned around. "How do you feel?"

Zhou Fengchen got up, patted his forehead, and said, "Not bad, we're..."

Monk Yuanzhi scolded, "Don't even mention it. We saw you were exhausted and wanted to rest in town for the night. But someone in the town called the police. If I hadn't been quick to steal a tricycle and run away, I might be in the police station by now, and we wouldn't be able to explain ourselves no matter what."

Zhou Fengchen sighed, "Alas! That bastard Zhao Guizhen is too wicked; who knows where he's off to cause trouble now!"

Chu Xiaoling also said pitifully, "Yes, that person was terrifying! Was he the Ghost King? Xiaobao and I couldn't move when we saw him!"

The proprietress asked curiously, "Are ghosts also divided into different levels?"

Monk Yuanzhi said: "Of course there are distinctions. When a person dies, he becomes a wandering soul. If the soul does not dissipate, he becomes a ghost. If there is resentment in his heart, he becomes a fierce ghost. A fierce ghost cultivates to become a ghost spirit. A ghost spirit cultivates to become a ghost general. After that, one can command mountain demons and spirits to become a ghost king of a region."

The proprietress looked at Chu Xiaoling, "Then... what about my sister?"

Chu Xiaoling shook her head. "I don't know either!"

Zhou Fengchen said, "Zhao Guizhen isn't really a ghost king. He doesn't have the characteristics of a typical ghost. He's more like a mountain god or river god, or some other kind of deity or monster. But... I guess I won last night?"

Monk Yuanzhi, who had been listening intently, was taken aback by the question, "Win what?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "I chased him away, and hardly anyone in the town died. Doesn't that count as a win? It's just that Zhang Feng is a pitiful guy. He tried so hard to turn his life around, but he still died!"

Monk Yuanzhi, the proprietress, and Chu Xiaoling exchanged a glance. "Hmm, you win!"

"You all better be serious!" Zhou Fengchen snapped.

The proprietress quickly patted his forehead, just like an older sister would, "Okay, Xiao Zhou, you really won."

Zhou Fengchen breathed a sigh of relief, jumped off the carriage, and called out, "Monk! Get off, I'll ride for a while."

Crunch!

Monk Yuanzhi stopped his three-wheeled motorcycle, chuckled, and said, "Can you do this? It requires a lot of skill!"

"What a joke!" Zhou Fengchen pushed him away and said disdainfully, "I could drive a tractor when I was five years old. I broke the old Party Secretary's old hand-held tractor. With my skills, I could even drive an excavator."

"Good, good, you're awesome!" Monk Yuanzhi smirked and quickly jumped into the carriage.

We continued on our way. There wasn't a single pedestrian on the road late at night. It had been snowing for three days, and the surrounding mountains and forests had all turned white. It seemed that there was only this one color in the world. The three-wheeled motorcycle slowly moved forward along the rugged road, as if it would never end.

After driving for two hours, Zhou Fengchen was soaked in snow and almost fell asleep as the car swayed and rocked.

The proprietress, who had been very excited, realized something was wrong and quickly called out, "Xiao Zhou, don't fall asleep!"

Monk Yuanzhi, who was dozing off, jumped up as soon as he heard this. "Hey, brother, take it easy."

Just as Zhou Fengchen was about to argue, a fork in the road suddenly appeared ahead, causing him to stop and ask, "Which one?"

The proprietress looked around and said, "You can get there from either way, but the one on the right is... the place where we encountered the zombie last time, you see..."

Monk Yuanzhi, startled, said, "Since both routes lead there, let's take the left one. Better to avoid trouble!"

Zhou Fengchen agreed with this reasoning and started turning to the left onto the mountain road.

After riding for a short while, when they reached a grove of trees, the motorcycle ran out of gas. There happened to be a small, dark temple in the grove.

Monk Yuanzhi said, "Alright! Let's not rush like this anymore, let's go to the small temple to take shelter from the snow!"

The three of them pushed the three-wheeled motorcycle aside and entered the temple along the path.

The proprietress took out her phone to shine a light, and saw that the small temple was empty, probably because no one had been there for a long time. The ground was covered with dust, and a layer of cobwebs hung on the walls. Inside, there was a strange little old man statue, probably the Earth God or something similar.

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi went out to collect firewood, while the landlady took out a tattered piece of clothing from the bottom of the tricycle and cleaned the ground.

Soon, a bunch of torches were lit in the temple. Monk Yuanzhi pulled a flattened duck and a few steamed buns from his pocket like a treasure, "Are you impressed? I knew we might not have anything to eat when we came out. Just grabbed some!"

"Awesome!" Zhou Fengchen snatched the roast duck, found a twig, stuck it on the fire, and roasted it. Monk Yuanzhi, the proprietress, and Chu Xiaoling were also roasting steamed buns.

It will be ready to eat soon, but it's not very tasty. It's too cold inside and smells smoky on the outside.

Monk Yuanzhi swallowed half a duck leg, choked so badly his eyes rolled back, and patted his chest, saying, "Brother! I'm not saying this to be mean, but I have a bad feeling about getting off to a bad start. We haven't even reached our destination yet, and we've already run into this old devil!"

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "There's nothing disadvantageous about it; we've just been tricked!"

Both Monk Yuanzhi and the proprietress were stunned. "Who tricked us?"

Zhou Fengchen said to Monk Yuanzhi, "Who else could it be but that ghost messenger Mao Wenlong? He flipped through the Book of Life and Death in front of Zhang Feng's spirit. I suspect he discovered Zhao Guizhen's spirit, but he can't afford to offend him, so he's just making a fool of us!"

"That bastard! He's using that trick again!" Monk Yuanzhi was furious. "Next time you see him, catch him, and I'll chant the Rebirth Mantra eight hundred times for him. Let's see if that third grandson feels comfortable then!"

……

The group chatted for a while longer. After a busy day and traveling through the night, they were all exhausted. Chu Xiaoling and her son ran into the umbrella and rattle drum, while Monk Yuanzhi snoreed by the fire.

Zhou Fengchen couldn't sleep and stared blankly at the ceiling. The landlady, looking preoccupied, came closer and sighed, saying, "The closer I get to home, the more uneasy I feel, as if something is about to happen!"

Zhou Fengchen comforted her, saying, "Don't overthink it, it's nothing. When we run into that vixen you mentioned, I'll step in. If she dares to say a word against me, I'll kidnap her!"

The proprietress chuckled.

Just then, a strange bell sound came from outside, and a peculiar chant drifted over on the wind:

"A spirit is on its way; living people, stay away!"

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