Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Zhang Yang clapped his hands.

The old man, his face bruised and swollen, muttered, "The Godslayer is truly unreasonable. That witch also recklessly used the power of misfortune, causing all the fairies in the castle to die."

"You mean the power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?" Zhang Yang was slightly taken aback: "Isn't it the power to bring good luck?"

The old man explained, "Luck is a two-way street. It not only brings good fortune to itself but also misfortune to those who stand in its way. The misfortune caused by a powerful being like a god-slayer could even drag the person involved into it. It's a power that combines fortune and misfortune, and that witch can turn it on and off at will..."

Zhang Yang: "..."

So that's why the castle fairy seemed to be cosplaying the way the Grim Reaper died in Final Destination.

Wait a minute, according to this idea, could the descent of the Crimson Emperor also be a calamity caused by this power?

Zhang Yang thought for a moment. He remembered that Aisha's wish was for Luo Hao and Voban to reconcile, for the two god-slayers to temporarily reconcile. The only possibility was that a god would appear and the two would temporarily stop fighting...

Perhaps?

Zhang Yang didn't bother to think too much and asked directly, "Alright, this poet, who was imprisoned by the Fairy King and was originally a handsome man but was drained dry and turned into an old man, since you can send the poetry collection to the earth, you should be able to send me back too, right?"

The poet was overjoyed upon hearing this; was this plague god finally leaving?

"Where do you want to go?" Ling

"Can I choose?" Xiao

"Of course, the Fairy Realm is actually outside the universe. If you use it as a transit point, you can travel to any place in the universe in an instant. You could even go to Mars if you wanted."

"I have no interest in Mars." (Group)

Zhang Yang thought for a moment. All the ships in London had disappeared, and the achievements of the Industrial Revolution had been undermined by Luo Hao's power. He himself was a translator for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

"Send me to the land of China."

Chapter 42 Gods are not so easy to encounter.

Deep within the mansion, the courtyard was quiet.

Zhang Yang sat in a grand chair, holding a cup of tea in his hands. The tea was emerald green and steamed.

The Eastern King stood below, hands clasped and bowing.

“Red King,” the Eastern King’s voice was neither loud nor soft, “the local gentry have already acknowledged that they are part of the civil service.”

Zhang Yang put down his teacup and nodded.

"very good."

This month went by quite smoothly.

When he first set foot on Chinese soil, he was still thinking about how to understand the situation of this era.

The results of it?

The banner of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom has been raised, troops from all directions are gathering, and the Heavenly King's edicts are circulating among the people—

Believe in God and you will have eternal life.

Zhang Yang found them with just one sentence.

"I am an angel sent by God."

Of course, some people don't believe it.

So Zhang Yang made his move.

One punch.

The fiery energy burst forth from the fist, and the crimson dragon seal exploded in the air, crashing into a small mountain.

Gravel flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and the ground shook for quite a while.

Everyone present knelt down.

The Heavenly King immediately stated—

Angels have descended, God the Father has blessed you!

From then on, Zhang Yang became the "Red King," whose status was even above that of the Heavenly King.

Even the Heavenly King had to bow and pay his respects when he saw him.

Of course, there were also those who disagreed.

Someone secretly conspired to assassinate Zhang Yang while he was sleeping.

That night, Zhang Yang didn't even open his eyes. As he turned over, he casually waved his hand, and the fire burned half of the courtyard to the ground.

The next day, those people were tied up and brought before Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang didn't kill them; he just made them kneel down and asked, "Do you believe in God?"

"Believe! Believe! Believe!"

From then on, no one dared to object.

During this month, Zhang Yang was not idle either; he fully absorbed the rebellion experience of later generations.

The first step is to fabricate an enemy.

"Civil service group".

Zhang Yang told the crowd that a group of civil officials who had stolen the Chinese classics were secretly colluding with Western barbarians to smuggle Chinese wisdom out of China and fund foreigners' technological development.

“These people are landlords and evil gentry, and they are the enemies of the common people.”

Based on this, he personally wrote a book called "The True History of the World," telling everyone who our enemies are and who our friends are.

Although it's outrageous, anyone who has been to school wouldn't believe it.

Fortunately, most of them had never been to school.

So it's not a big problem.

The second step is to propose a program.

"Everything belongs to God."

Zhang Yang explained the meaning of this sentence.

"Things" refers to material wealth.

"Material goods" refers to all the material conditions necessary for people to engage in the production of material goods, that is, the means of production.

All the fields, tools, minerals, and workshops belong to God.

Of course, God is not on Earth now, so the Son of Heaven governs on his behalf. Since the Son of Heaven is not present, the Holy King governs on his behalf, advocating for the establishment of property rights and promulgating the advanced "Code of Peace," which is basically just a modified version of later legal codes.

The third step is to transform one's beliefs.

Zhang Yang modified the way God is called.

"God refers to the Supreme God of Heaven."

"The eldest son of God, whose surname is Ji, is our ancestor."

"And I—"

Zhang Yang pointed to himself, "I am an angel sent by God to carry out His mandate."

These are all nonsense, of course.

But does anyone believe it?

Some people believe it.

The people at the bottom of society believe.

Because they don't understand those convoluted principles, they only know that the Red King can shatter mountains with one punch, that's the power of a god, and what a god says can't be false.

Those in the martial arts world, those who can manipulate the mysterious, naturally do not believe it.

But they dared not say it.

Because of Luo Hao.

The leader of the Five Prisons Holy Sect, the martial arts alliance leader, a woman who made the entire martial arts world bow down and kneel, had long since taught the martial arts world of China a lesson.

These warriors had witnessed the power of the Godslayer firsthand.

That was an irresistible force, a natural disaster, a divine punishment.

Moreover, Luo Hao himself firmly believed in Zhang Yang's "True History of the World," and even destroyed most of Europe's industry with one blow. If it weren't for Marquis Voban's attack on the leader, the Westerners' industry would have been completely crippled by now.

She believed it, so no one else in the martial arts world dared not disbelieve it.

"So that's how it is! I was wondering why those barbarians from the West had made such rapid progress; they had stolen our Yi Dao!"

Don't ask, that's just how it has to be said.

Therefore, those who had doubts in their hearts dared not utter a single word.

Questioning "The True History of the World"?

That is to question Luo Hao.

Questioning Luo Hao?

Then you have to ask yourself first whether you can withstand a slap from the leader of the martial arts alliance.

In the past month, Zhang Yang has been framing a group of landlords as members of the civil service, accusing them of stealing Chinese Yi Dao (易道) to fund foreigners.

Then, on this pretext, the land reform was launched.

The land was divided, the contracts were burned, and the rent was waived.

The common people cheered and worshipped the Red King as a living god.

Zhang Yang had only one purpose—the die was cast.

He confirmed the matter, distributed the land, and allocated the profits.

Now, anyone who says that "The True History of the World" is fake is going against two godkillers.

One is himself.

The other one is Luo Hao.

No one in this world would want to provoke two god-slayers at the same time.

The Eastern King stood below, and when he saw Zhang Yang nod in praise, the corner of his mouth twitched.

The Eastern King was illiterate.

He was a rough man who could barely read or write.

But he's smart.

He knew perfectly well that what Zhang Yang was saying was utter nonsense.

But the Eastern King did as he was told.

Seeing the Eastern King's expression, Zhang Yang chuckled: "Eastern King, you seem to have something to say?"

The Eastern King was taken aback and quickly shook his head: "I dare not, Red King."

"explain."

Zhang Yang laughed loudly: "You mean to say it's outrageous, right?"

The Eastern King's face stiffened: "Your subordinate had no such intention."

“I need to correct you,” Zhang Yang waved his hand. “Don’t refer to yourself as a subordinate. All men are brothers. You shouldn’t put yourself below me. But since you believe that the Heavenly King is the second son of God, what else do you not believe?”

"First published on 705u.com - Book Club"

What else could the Eastern King say but, "The Red King is wise and sagacious."

Does your team even have a single normal person? First there was this mentally unstable guy who claimed to be the son of God, and now there's this guy who's fabricating history. Is there even a single normal person on your team?

I feel inexplicably tired.

If it's not enough, the Eastern King doesn't really care.

The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was already in chaos. Three years ago, he used the witchcraft of child-slaying that was superstitious in the mountainous areas of Guangxi to falsely claim that the "Heavenly Father" had descended to earth for the first time.

He preached about the omnipresent and omnipotent power of the Heavenly Father, and commanded the congregation to unite in their efforts to kill the "demon," which helped to stabilize people's hearts and brought peace to the God Society.