Zombie World, I am a wild god in Renjia Town

With a pilgrimage mentality, they each prepared necessary items for worshiping God.

Half a day passed.

As dusk falls and the setting sun shines in the west, the sky becomes red, as if it were burning in a raging fire. It is beautiful and charming.

The village chief and his men took the lead, followed closely by the villagers, carrying the three sacrificial animals they had just prepared, forming a long dragon and marching up the mountain.

Villagers from other villages and passing merchants joined the crowd with incense, candles and offerings.

In the distance, a steady stream of people were coming.

During this short half day, as the onlookers returned to their hometowns and villages, the news of Huang Daogong's miracle of whipping the mountain and driving the rocks, and turning the mountain into a horse, spread like the wind.

This caused an uproar throughout Renjia Town.

All those who heard about this immediately killed chickens and fish, and rushed over with incense and candles, joining the long crowd like a stream.

As time went by, more and more people came from farther away.

Needless to say, as the miracle of Huang Daogong turning the mountain into a horse spreads, the Huang Dao Temple is destined to be prosperous and popular that night.

And this phenomenon will continue for a long time.

Until the next miracle of Zodiac appears.

"Your Majesty, on behalf of Fugui Village, I express my respects to you. I wish your incense will continue to burn forever and your reputation will be passed down through the ages."

The village chief and other gentry and elders placed three kinds of animals on the incense table of the Huangdao Temple, and then kowtowed respectfully to pay their respects to Huang Daogong.

"Ding, incense value: 90+!"

"Ding, incense value +80!"

"Ding, incense value..."

In the main god space, Huang Daogong quickly received the incense points contributed by the village chief and others. When he saw that the incense points of the village chief and others were all above 80, he immediately nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that his display of muscle this time has raised more people's faith in him to more than one level.

Many believers suddenly became his followers, and the remaining people also had a very high degree of faith in him and could provide more incense value.

"Uncle Jiu, take a look at the Feng Shui of our Fugui Village now!"

After the village chief and others paid homage to Huang Daogong, they came out of the Huang Dao Temple and gave their place to the villagers who came later to burn incense. They then went around the back of the mountain to discuss the Feng Shui of Fugui Village.

After Huang Daogong whipped the mountain and drove the stone away, the Feng Shui pattern of Fugui Village has changed greatly. It is no longer the previous situation of the Green Dragon spitting pearls.

Uncle Jiu took out a compass to determine the feng shui. Looking out, he saw a stream winding its way past the Huangdao Temple Mountain. The water was rushing, and fish and shrimps were swimming around, full of vitality.

He looked back at the magnificent scene of the mountains bowing in worship behind the Huangdao Temple. His spirits lifted, his eyes sparkling as he chanted: "A galloping water dragon serves as my mount, a bright mountain supports the temple as a divine saddle. I ride the dragon to the heavens and travel through the nine heavens, while the peaks pay homage to the celestial being."

He praised the village highly, saying, "Village Chief, the current Feng Shui layout of the village is called the Yulong Feixian Bureau. With this Feng Shui layout, it will surely bless the prosperous village with wind and rain, prosperity, and safety for both people and animals."

"real!?"

The village chief and others were overjoyed.

Uncle Jiu nodded confidently, "I've examined it carefully, and I can't be wrong. This is the feng shui that Elder Huang Daogong personally changed for your village. It will bless you with smooth sailing and success in everything you do."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Huang Dao, for your great kindness and generosity! Thank you so much, Mr. Huang Dao, for your great kindness and generosity!!"

The village chief and others were overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly towards the Huang Dao Temple to thank Huang Daogong for taking care of their wealthy village.

Their village made a fortune by helping Huang Daogong build the Huang Dao Temple this time.

"Wow, Mr. Huang Dao Gong is so generous. Fugui Village built a temple for him. Not only did he help Fugui Village solve its water problem, he also used his magical powers to move the hill where the Huang Dao Temple was located. He also helped Fugui Village improve its feng shui, giving Fugui Village the opportunity to become very rich and prosperous."

Qiu Sheng exclaimed in surprise.

"Huang Daogong is truly kind-hearted!"

Master Ikkyu looked down at the surrounding scenery and praised Huang Daogong as well.

Seeing the village chief and the others so happy, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but say, "This Dragon Riding Immortal Plan is wonderful, but it has a drawback."

“Disadvantages!?”

The village chief and others were shocked and asked hurriedly, "Uncle Jiu, what is the problem?!"

Uncle Jiu said slowly, "As the saying goes, dynasties change, but landscapes are hard to shift. In this Yulong Feixian Bureau, the landscape won't change easily, but the 'flying immortals' within it might have problems."

"I wonder what could go wrong!?"

The village chief and others were very worried. Their Fugui Village had finally obtained such a wonderful feng shui layout. If something went wrong again, they would be so angry that they would die.

Uncle Jiu explained, "A mountain's not high, but its spirit lives within it. The most important thing about the Yulong Feixian Bureau is the 'Flying Immortal' within, that is, the statue of Huang Daogong that sits here. Only with the constant incense offerings from the Huangdao Temple can the statue's aura be maintained and suppress the Feng Shui of Fugui Village."

"Once Huang Daogong's incense is extinguished, the temple becomes dilapidated, the gods are no longer gods, and the immortals are no longer immortals, then this business of riding dragons and flying immortals will collapse, and the entire village will decline with it, and it will never be prosperous again."

"So, village chiefs, please remember to keep the Huangdao Temple burning. Otherwise, even the Daluo gods will not be able to protect the prosperity of your Fugui Village."

Uncle Jiu earnestly advised the village chief and others to remember the well diggers when drinking water, and not to forget where the wealth of Fugui Village came from.

The village chief and the others were startled and nodded solemnly, "Please rest assured, Uncle Jiu. We in Fugui Village will continue to worship Huang Daogong from generation to generation, so that he will have an endless supply of incense and enjoy eternal blessings."

This concerns the future of the entire village, and they dare not be negligent in the slightest.

They planned to hold a village meeting as soon as they returned and pass down this precaution as an ancestral motto, so that future generations would always remember to offer incense to the old man Huang Daogong, so that Fugui Village would always be prosperous and peaceful.

The Zodiac Temple was filled with burning incense and bustling with people.

The Fugui Village at the foot of the mountain was also brightly lit, and the village held another grand celebration banquet to celebrate this once-in-a-millennium event.

Until late at night, both the host and the guests were having a great time and everyone went home in high spirits.

Uncle Jiu and the others also took advantage of the bright moonlight to return to the charity cemetery to rest. Today, they witnessed with their own eyes the old man Huang Daogong whipping the mountain and driving the rocks, turning the mountain into a horse. This was an eye-opener for them and filled their hearts with excitement.

They tossed and turned in bed until late at night before they finally fell asleep.

As soon as Uncle Jiu entered the dream, he appeared in front of the familiar Zodiac Temple in the blink of an eye. He was stunned for a moment, and then his heart trembled, realizing that it was Huang Daogong who was telling him a dream.

He immediately straightened his clothes and walked into the Zodiac Temple with awe. In the middle of the temple stood a familiar figure.

"Junior brother!?"

Uncle Jiu looked at Taoist Qianhe who was waiting in the temple with surprise.

"Brother!"

Taoist Qianhe greeted with a smile and gestures, following all the etiquette just as when he was alive.

Uncle Jiu bowed to Huang Daogong, then looked at Taoist Qianhe, "Junior Brother, could it be that Huang Daogong has something else to tell you?"

Since Taoist Qianhe joined Huang Daogong's army, he almost became Huang Daogong's mouthpiece.

Whenever Huang Daogong wanted to warn people through dreams, he would usually entrust Taoist Qianhe to convey the message on his behalf.

So when Uncle Jiu saw Taoist Qianhe appear, he subconsciously thought that Huang Daogong had something to entrust him with.

"Old Master Huang Daogong has something for me to convey to you!!"

Taoist Qianhe nodded, his expression solemn, and said: "Brother, Huang Daogong asked me to tell you that because you have made great contributions to the construction of the Huangdao Temple, I will give you an opportunity."

"Opportunity!?"

Uncle Jiu's heart moved, and he thought of Wencai's experience.

After Taoist Master Qianhe relayed Huang Daogong's words, his expression relaxed, and he bowed with a smile, congratulating him. "Brother, I'd like to congratulate you. It's not easy for ordinary people to obtain the opportunity bestowed by Huang Daogong. You have made great contributions in building the Huang Dao Temple, and this opportunity has been granted to you."

Uncle Jiu said with some shame: "To be honest, I just took money and did things for others. How can I say that I have done anything meritorious?"

He didn't do the work for free to help build the Zodiac Temple, but was paid for it.

So when he heard that Huang Daogong was giving him this opportunity, he couldn't help but feel that he was unworthy of it.

"Brother, you don't have to be so modest. As the saying goes, all the people in the world come for profit, and all the people in the world go for profit. It's true that you are doing things for money, but you are also helping Huang Daogong build the Zodiac Temple. If it weren't for your help, it might have taken a lot of trouble to build this temple."

Taoist Qianhe said with a smile: "Brother, the ghost messenger who is here to pick you up is already waiting at the gate of the charity cemetery. Please hurry out and don't miss the time."

"Remember to bring a change of clothes!"

As he spoke, he bowed to Uncle Jiu, and immediately disappeared from Uncle Jiu's sight as if he was retreating.

On the bed in the charity cemetery bedroom, Uncle Jiu suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, put on his clothes quickly, packed another set of clothes, and then pushed open the door and went out.

The others had already fallen asleep, and the intermittent mumbling of Wencai and the others could be heard. They seemed to have had a beautiful dream, in which they moved mountains and filled the sea, summoned the wind and rain, and subdued demons.

It seems that the scene of Huang Daogong whipping the mountain and chasing the rocks during the day gave them a little shock, causing them to involuntarily have corresponding dreams at night.

Uncle Jiu walked across the yard, opened the gate of the charity cemetery, and indeed saw a ghost messenger outside the door.

"..." Uncle Jiu! "

When the ghost saw Uncle Jiu, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

Uncle Jiu was stunned when he saw the face of the ghost messenger, "Are you the third child of Aunt Zhang??" Huang Daogong had a group of ghost messengers under his command who were the young and strong men from Renjia Town who sacrificed their lives in the fight against the horse bandits.

Uncle Jiu has a basic understanding of these people.

At this moment, he recognized at a glance that the Yincha in front of him was one of the young and strong men who died at that time.

"Uncle Jiu, I didn't expect you still remember me!"

Yincha admitted it with a smile.

Uncle Jiu looked at the familiar man in front of him and encouraged him, "Now that you've become a ghost messenger, you have a promising future. You should work hard and don't let down the kindness of Mr. Huang Daogong."

Being able to obtain a position as a ghost messenger after death is equivalent to passing the civil service exam.

As long as you work hard and accumulate good karma, you will be reborn into a good family in the future.

A good family for a Yincha is like a retired civil servant receiving a pension and enjoying life.

If there is a great opportunity, the Yincha can go to the next level and become a ghost judge.

It all depends on personal luck.

"Thank you Uncle Jiu for your teachings!"

The ghost officer bowed respectfully.

"Enough talk, it's getting late, let's go!!"

Uncle Jiu looked up at the sky and said no more.

The two of them walked one in front and one behind, heading towards the temple under the old locust tree in Renjia Town.

When they arrived in front of the palace temple, the ghost bowed to the statue of Huang Daogong, and in an instant, a dark door opened.

“Uncle Jiu, please!!”

The ghost extended his hand and made a "please" gesture.

Uncle Jiu nodded, then took a deep breath and stepped through the door.

This dark gate seemed like the boundary between life and death. Once he stepped in, he saw darkness and silence in front of him, as if he had stepped into the underworld.

The ghost waved his hand, closed the door, and led the way in front.

They walked forward, crossed Zhenhun Street, and came to a courtyard. They saw a plaque hanging on the door with three large characters "Monastery" written on it.

“It’s a monastery indeed!”

Uncle Jiu's eyes lit up. When Wencai came back that day, completely transformed, he told him about his (promised) adventure in Zhenhun Street.

It was clearly stated that he refined his bones in the monastery, thus gaining an amazing set of spiritual roots, which enabled him to cultivate at an extremely fast speed.

It had only been a short time, but Wencai had already surpassed Qiu Sheng in his cultivation progress, which made Qiu Sheng very depressed. He burned incense to Huang Daogong every day and prayed for him to become stronger.

Unfortunately, so many days have passed, and Mr. Huang Daogong has never paid any attention to him.

Uncle Jiu thought of this and sighed. If possible, he would like to pass this opportunity on to his eldest disciple.

But he also knew that this was impossible.

Since Huang Daogong has given him the blessing, he can only accept it and there is no room for bargaining.

After all, this is not a vegetable market.

He pushed open the gate of the courtyard and entered the main hall. At this time, Taoist Qianhe and his four disciples had been waiting for a long time.

"Brother!"

"Uncle Master!!"

Qian Hedao and his disciples greeted Uncle Jiu.

After some pleasantries, Uncle Jiu got straight to the point and asked, "Junior Brother, is the opportunity that Elder Huang Daogong has bestowed upon me to help me change my tendons and cleanse my marrow, to be reborn?"