The ultimate master in the city

Zhou Fengchen looked him up and down and said, "A big job? Judging from your expression, you're trying to fool me again, aren't you?"

Mao Wenlong slung the iron chain over his body, stuffed the Book of Life and Death into his pocket, and said, "You're a grown man, what can I possibly fool you for? I'm just asking you to come with me to take a look, not forcing you to do anything. Fine, I won't force you."

His words only fueled Zhou Fengchen's curiosity, prompting him to ask, "What's the matter? Is it far from here?"

"Not far, not far!" Mao Wenlong pointed to the other side of the river. "It's absolutely a breathtaking scene."

Zhou Fengchen paused for a moment, vaguely guessing what was going on, and his heart raced. "Let's go! I'll go take a look."

The man and the ghost turned a corner and came to a path overgrown with weeds.

Mao Wenlong pointed into the distance, "Wait a moment, the main force will be here soon!"

The main force? Zhou Fengchen looked in the direction he was pointing.

At the end of the overgrown path, a patch of green mist suddenly rose, and from within the mist came the faint sound of steel scraping against steel.

Clang, clang...

The sound grew closer, and Zhou Fengchen squinted to examine it closely, breaking out in a cold sweat. "This...this is the main force you were talking about?"

Mao Wenlong smiled smugly, "That's right! How does it feel?"

Zhou Fengchen chuckled dryly, "Looks pretty awesome, huh? We..."

Mao Wenlong waved his hand, "We're all on the same side, let's go together!"

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At this moment, Shangguan Xianyun, Zhang Shisan, Su Luncai, Han Fei and others were fighting against a large number of "Cave God Messengers", using all kinds of methods and magical artifacts, creating a dazzling scene.

Monk Yuanzhi, unable to help, hid to the side and chanted sutras desperately.

Su Luncai, the nun Kuzhu, and the others were curious about Zhang Shisan's sudden appearance, but they didn't have time to greet him at the moment.

Just then, a hazy, strange sound came from the opposite bank of the river. The "Cave God Messengers" retreated like flowing water, crossed the river in the blink of an eye, and disappeared.

The ground was covered with a layer of petals from the soul of the "Cave God Messenger" after his death, many of which had not yet dissipated, making it look quite tragic.

Zhang Shisan and his group were somewhat confused by this sudden turn of events.

Shangguan Xianyun frowned, put her hands behind her back, walked to the riverbank, and looked across. A-Ling followed closely behind and stood next to her.

Zhang Shisan glanced at her retreating figure, then greeted Su Lun and the others with a smile, "What's this all about?"

Han Fei pointed at Shangguan Xianyun, "This young lady from Miaowu Village invited us to come and help. So how did you end up here?"

"It's a long story!" Zhang Shisan pointed at Monk Yuanzhi. "Zhou Fengchen, this monk, and I came here on business...wait, where's Zhou Fengchen?"

Han Fei, the nun Kuzhu, and others all looked toward Monk Yuanzhi.

Monk Yuanzhi was taken aback and looked around. "I didn't notice. I don't know where he went."

Su Lun sneered, "Got scared, huh!"

Monk Yuanzhi glared at him. "You little brat, who are you calling a coward? You believe I'll slap you across the face?"

Su Lun scoffed, "You damned monk! Why don't you try drawing one?"

"So what if I hit you?" Monk Yuanzhi walked over carrying a stick. "My brothers aren't here, otherwise I could take on eight of you like it's nothing."

Su Luncai also lost his temper, and with a clenched fist, he was about to fight when Zhang Shisan and Han Fei quickly stepped forward to break it up, saying, "That's enough! That's enough!"

The group dawdled for quite a while before finally calming down.

Zhang Shisan, seeing Shangguan Xianyun's motionless back, coughed and walked over. Reaching her, he took a deep breath and said, "Hello!"

Shangguan Xianyun glanced at him indifferently, her expression unreadable behind her veil, and chuckled softly before looking back at him.

Aling, blinking her big eyes, said, "The princess told you to get out of the way!"

"Huh?" Zhang Shisan was taken aback. "Didn't the princess...the princess didn't say anything?"

Ah Ling tilted her head and said, "Not saying anything means I don't want to talk to you. If I don't want to talk to you, doesn't that mean I should tell you to get lost?"

"That makes a lot of sense." Zhang Shisan touched his nose, looking embarrassed.

Just then, a series of clanging sounds suddenly came from afar, and a chilling aura quietly spread over.

The group of people turned their heads in surprise, and when they saw the green smoke and the hazy, densely packed soldiers in the smoke, they were all startled.

"Ghost soldiers borrowing a path!?"

"Passing through ghostly soldiers?"

"Get out of the way first!"

A group of people, including A Ling and Shangguan Xianyun, quickly hid behind the bushes not far away.

Before long, the ghostly army approached, the moonlight dimmed, and a bleak green filled the surroundings, with a cool, gloomy atmosphere washing over them from all directions.

A group of people stared intently and saw that at the head of the ghostly army was a row of fierce tigers and leopards with a strong aura of malevolence and bared teeth. Behind the tigers and leopards were three strangely shaped and ferocious chariots, on which stood more than a dozen generals in golden helmets and iron armor. These generals had gloomy faces, held long weapons, and had a very strong aura of malevolence on their bodies.

Behind the three large carts were rows of cavalrymen, their warhorses gleaming in black armor. The soldiers on horseback held long swords, their faces grim and cold.

Behind the cavalry was an endless line of uniformly dressed spearmen, all clad in iron armor and expressionless.

Such a lineup, such murderous aura and sinister energy are enough to terrify anyone; at this moment, any Taoist magic or spell seems useless.

The group of people behind the bushes felt a chill run down their spines.

Monk Yuanzhi swallowed hard and said in a low voice, "Holy crap! It really is a ghostly army using the road! The legend is actually true!"

Su Lun scoffed, "Of course it's true! You ignorant bumpkin!"

"I didn't ask you!" Monk Yuanzhi spat, then turned to Zhang Shisan and asked, "Where did these things come from? What are they for?"

Zhang Shisan whispered, "The legend of 'ghost soldiers borrowing a path' has three possibilities. First, the resentment of soldiers who died on ancient battlefields lingers, and they appear to wander when they encounter special weather or cloudy days. Second, a great disaster has occurred nearby, and there are too many ghosts, so the ghost soldiers come to capture them. The third one is terrifying: a war has broken out in the underworld, and these ghost soldiers are just passing through fighting. We haven't died, so we don't know what the underworld is really like, but the fact that ghost soldiers from the underworld appear every single time is terrifying..."

Zhang Shisan, as expected of a true disciple of Longhu Mountain, was knowledgeable and experienced. Everyone around him listened attentively, including Shangguan Xianyun.

At this point, Monk Yuanzhi asked, "Then what are these ghostly soldiers doing here?"

Zhang Shisan swallowed hard and said, "Such a well-organized army and such complete equipment must be the most terrifying third type: a war in the underworld. They are the direct subordinate soldiers of the underworld!"

Monk Yuanzhi was both frightened and regretful. "I don't know where my little brother has run off to. I'll never see such a wonderful scene!"

Su Luncai seemed to have a strong opinion about Zhou Fengchen, and scoffed, "Someone like him who only knows martial arts would probably wet his pants in fear if he saw him, right?"

Just as Monk Yuanzhi was about to lose his temper, Han Fei suddenly exclaimed "Damn!" and pointed wide-eyed at the ranks of the ghost soldiers, "Isn't that...that person Zhou Fengchen?"

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