After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

But it's not right that the temple later appeared on the site of the Qingjing Temple, which wasn't originally there.

After meeting Wang Lingguan, Zhou Yan visited Qingjing Temple, Jile Temple, Tailu Temple, Zizhu Temple, and Dasheng Temple.

It has been confirmed that these places are all empty spaces, likely because their own fragmented world returned to the main world, preventing these places from appearing here.

But now, the place that had become empty after the return of the fragmented world has been occupied by a huge temple—the Post-Holy Temple.

what……

mean……

Zhou Yan stared at the Hou Sheng Temple and opened its attribute panel. Inside, there was a faint Buddhist light and constant chanting. It looked like a sacred and peaceful Buddhist place.

"Ok?"

In the garden of the Hou Sheng Temple, Zhou Yan saw a burial mound, or more accurately, a cemetery with burial mounds and stone tablets. The stone tablets had many blood-red characters forming names.

Relying on his omniscience and the Great Evolution ability, Zhou Yan extended his vision and, across a distance of fifteen kilometers, read the inscriptions on the tombstones in the cemetery within the Later Saint Temple one by one.

The young people's gaze eventually settled on the fifth tombstone in the third row.

The tombstone bears the inscription "Tomb of Wang Shan".

Zhou Yan's pupils trembled.

When Wang Lingguan came to Lingshan, he even came looking for a grave mound. Could it be that it was because of this grave mound that read "Tomb of Wang Shan"?

Zhou Yan continued looking, examining all the tombstones, but he couldn't find his own or Xiao Yanjun's tombstones. Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Zhou Yan instinctively and tentatively looked in the direction of the Paradise Temple.

This sight was alarming. The Pure Land Temple had previously been an empty lot, and now there was a Second Saint Temple on that lot. Inside the Second Saint Temple was a cemetery. The tombstones in the cemetery did not bear the names of Zhou Yan or Little Yama, but instead bore the inscription "Tomb of Ye An".

Ye An is the God of Literature.

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what happened?

It's one thing that there's a tombstone for Wang Lingguan in the cemetery of the Hou Sheng Temple, but why is there one for Wenquxing as well?

Zhou Yan opened the attribute panel of the Wenquxing tombstone, but the panel was filled with question marks.

Zhou Yan was somewhat incredulous. He was now a Bai Ze with an awakening level of 70%, and he still couldn't see through a mere grave mound?

Zhou Yan withdrew from human form and revealed his mythological form, then stared at the burial mound with the added power of his mythological form.

Zhou Yan saw a series of garbled characters appear before his eyes, seemingly indicating that the Omniscient One had read the information from the grave mound, but this information was difficult to understand.

However, these things are nothing. Zhou Yan used his omniscience to analyze the garbled text, and completely new characters appeared before his eyes.

Name: Wenquxing Tomb

Origin: A tomb containing the shattered divine essence of a deity...

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Even with divine empowerment, omniscience seems to be limited to this level.

Zhou Yan scanned everything around the Temple of the Future, but the temple was shrouded in the Buddha's light, so he could only make out the names and functions of some buildings. He couldn't see anything about their origins, supernatural powers, or who was hiding inside.

Even if you can't see clearly, at this point, even a fool would know that this Temple of the Holy One is definitely not normal. Zhou Yan has reason to suspect that if he comes out of his state of extreme vision later and tells Wang Lingguan about the Temple of the Holy One, Wang Lingguan will rush into the Temple of the Holy One no matter how dangerous it is inside.

Seeing the scene of Wang Lingguan dying on the edge of Mount Ling, Zhou Yan guessed that Wang Lingguan had entered the Temple of the Holy Regent and must have encountered something inside. Unable to defeat it, he rushed out of the Temple of the Holy Regent and ran away, but as soon as he reached the border of Mount Ling, he was beheaded by the guys who chased him out of the Temple of the Holy Regent.

Wang Lingguan died just like that.

Since the Later Saint Temple has the ability to kill Wang Lingguan, Bai Ze and Xiao Yanjun, representing the Five Ghost Emperors, may not be able to escape the threat posed by the Later Saint Temple.

Zhou Yan, in his mythological form, jumped off the roof and quickly walked to the nearest temple.

There were no faceless monks inside or outside this Hou Sheng Temple, but it was shrouded in Buddhist light, peaceful and serene, and looked like a good place. However, such a good place once killed a great god like Wang Lingguan.

Zhou Yan cautiously entered the Temple of the Holy One.

……Nine

Inside the twelfth monk's cell of Guangming Temple.

Zhou Yan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, opened them.

Sitting cross-legged opposite Zhou Yan, Wang Lingguan, who was munching on a sesame seed cake, stuffed the last bit of the cake into his mouth, clapped his hands, and asked while spitting out the few remaining crumbs. Four

"How did it go? What did you see, young man?"

Zhou Yan raised his hand to shield his face, preventing the crumbs from splattering onto him. (Five)

Wang Lingguan gave an awkward laugh and swallowed the entire sesame seed cake in his mouth. (Six)

Zhou Yan released the hand in front of him, thought for a moment, and then spoke. Four

"I saw something really incredible, so..."

Zhou Yan made his tone much more serious.

"...Senior Wang, let's have an open and honest talk. Can you tell me if there's a grave mound in the cemetery you asked me to look for with your name on it?"

Wang Lingguan was pleasantly surprised.

"Young man, you are indeed capable."

Little Yama, who was munching on a white steamed bun (given by Wang Lingguan), stepped out from behind Wang Lingguan and asked.

"Xiao Yan, is there any water?"

Zhou Yan took a bottle of mineral water from his little world and tossed it to Little Yan Jun. Little Yan Jun took it, unscrewed the cap, and ate white steamed buns with the mineral water.

Zhou Yan thought for a moment and gave Wang Lingguan a bottle of mineral water. Wang Lingguan took it, examined the packaging and bottle of the mineral water with suspicion, and then, like Little Yama, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

The water was indeed of good quality, but Wang Lingguan couldn't understand the packaging on the bottle cap and bottle at all.

Could this be a water-holding tool created by some kind of celestial being?

However, this water is neither sweet nor tasty, and it has no use for the Small Universe. What would immortals do with this?

Zhou Yan clapped his hands.

"Senior Wang, why don't you tell me what the grave mound with your name on it means?"

Wang Lingguan, his lips still moist with water, twitched a few times, and after swallowing the water, he spoke.

"Three years ago, Wang led various righteous armies to break through the capital, defeated the capital's garrison and Zhao Wenhe, and then led my brothers to kill all the kings, nobles and generals in the capital, and opened the national treasury to provide relief to the disaster victims."

Wang Lingguan's face showed a mocking expression.

"You two young men may not know this, but while starving people outside were resorting to cannibalism and exchanging children to eat, these kings, nobles and generals had warehouses full of rice, flour and pepper. Some wealthy gentry even kept their rice and flour at home, even when it was moldy and rotten, rather than sharing any of it."

Little Yama sighed as he ate white flour steamed buns with mineral water.

"Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the road, the bones of those frozen to death lie."

Zhou Yan made a comment.

"Capitalists would rather dump excess milk into the river than distribute it to the people for free."

After saying that, Zhou Yan shook his head. In fact, pouring the excess milk into the river and not distributing it to the common people was a very correct option.

Zhou Yan had served as a state assemblyman in Dongyang for a long time and had communicated with Wei Youde a lot. He knew that pouring milk into the river instead of giving it to the people for free was not because people were disgusted, but because it was an inevitable consequence of capitalism.

If you want to distribute the surplus milk to the common people, you'll first need to hire expensive vehicles to transport it to the common people's area, right?

If ordinary people get sick from drinking the milk after it's been distributed, you'd be responsible for compensating them for medical expenses, right?

Furthermore, if you give the extra milk to ordinary people for free, their demand for milk will decrease, which will further suppress the already low price of milk, right?

So if you pour the milk into the river, you won't have to pay for the transportation, you won't have to worry about anyone getting sick, and you won't have to worry about the price of milk being suppressed.

The same principle applies to some bakeries and dessert shops. A large portion of the bread and desserts made that day are thrown away, and some even have basements specifically for destroying these cakes and desserts.

This is to prevent people from getting sick and then extorting money after eating the food, and to prevent the demand for bread and desserts from decreasing because people are collecting discarded bread and desserts every day.

In short, capitalists and ordinary people are not on the same page.

Wang Lingguan didn't understand the joke about milk being poured into the river, but he did understand the saying "Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the road, frozen corpses lie."

Wang Lingguan said bitterly.

“Wang killed all of these rich and heartless people who acted perversely for their own selfish interests, confiscated their property, and used it to provide relief to disaster victims.”

Zhou Yan gave a thumbs-up.

"Acting on behalf of Heaven."

In the final stages of any dynasty, there are bound to be a group of corrupt officials who annex land. These corrupt officials are truly deserving of death. In fact, it was actually kind of Wang Lingguan to kill them. If he hadn't killed them and had instead thrown them into the ranks of disaster victims, they would probably have been tortured to the point of wishing they were dead.

Wang Lingguan said sadly.

"Acting on behalf of Heaven? What a load of rubbish! The disaster victims are dying and perishing, while these scoundrels have been sucking blood from the people for decades, living happily for decades before finally dying. In such a world, how can anyone still expect to hear about the vast net of Heaven, or that evil people will eventually be punished!"

Wang Lingguan pulled out another sesame seed cake from his pocket.

Wang Lingguan was a farmer's child, and hunger and cold accompanied him as he grew up. His father froze to death when Wang Lingguan was five years old, and his mother starved to death when he was seven.

Accompanying his parents were Wang Lingguan's childhood friends and some elderly family members who had always taken good care of him.

At that time, Wang Lingguan was very puzzled as to why the good people in his family either starved or froze to death, while the gentry and wealthy people who forcibly seized land and forced people to starve to death were all well-fed and bloated.

Is God blind?

So when Wang Lingguan awakened his bloodline and killed a group of yamen runners who came to forcibly collect the last bit of food from the poor, he understood.

"...In this world, you can't rely on anyone. If you want others to suffer retribution, you have to do it yourself."

"I am Taisho's retribution!"

Wang Lingguan took a bite of the sesame seed cake. In the past, for Wang Lingguan, a commoner from the lower class, eating a sesame seed cake was something he could only look forward to during the New Year.

"So I killed all the magistrates, local gentry and wealthy people in my family, and led my brothers to fight our way up to Nanzhou Road. We slaughtered the local Tiger-Taming Army, Great Cold Army, and Cart-Cart Army, killed thirty-two generals in battle, and wiped out the Pillar of State, Xiao Yangjun, who was guarding the Southern Capital of Dazheng."

Zhou Yan and Little Yama's expressions changed slightly.

Xiao Yangjun was the only remaining Grand General of the Taisho Dynasty. During the Taisho Dynasty's years of disasters and continuous peasant uprisings, it was this Grand General who led his 100,000 battle-hardened troops to suppress peasant armies everywhere.

For more than a decade, he fought without a single defeat. Whenever he arrived at the site of an uprising, he swiftly and decisively annihilated the rebel army.

It was thanks to this mighty army that the Taisho Dynasty had not yet torn off its last fig leaf.

But this mighty army, having fought countless battles, could not defeat the one destined by fate. After Wang Lingguan awakened, he led his own rebel army to confront Xiao Yangjun.

After Wang Lingguan successively killed fifteen of Xiao Yangjun's generals, the invincible General of the State had no choice but to watch helplessly as Wang Lingguan charged towards him.

Wang Lingguan then killed thirteen more generals who had served under the Grand General, each with their own legendary life, and finally beheaded the Grand General Xiao Yangjun.

Xiao Yangjun made a mistake in this battle: he exposed his position to Wang Lingguan.

Wang Lingguan gave Xiao Yangjun the retribution he deserved.

Wang Lingguan couldn't help but take off his upper body clothes, revealing his body covered in knife and sword wounds.

"I remember I was covered in blood, my clothes were soaked in blood. Those generals were not easy to deal with either. Some of them were hitting me with axes and drumsticks. Hey, after that fight, I was in bed for half a month before I could catch my breath."

"after……"

Wang Lingguan's eyes gleamed.

“I will lead the righteous army eastward, preparing to break through the capital of Taisho.”

Little Yama spoke up.

"I know, didn't Zhao Wenhe issue an imperial decree to offer you amnesty?"

Wang Lingguan nodded.

"Well, this damn emperor said he'd bestow upon me the title of Duke of Zhenguo, and all my subordinates would have official positions. From now on, we'd all be living off the emperor's salary. You two brothers probably don't know this, but the ones whose parents were killed by the government officials before, who told me they were going to break through this damn heaven and go to the capital to sit on the throne, and the ones who ate their own children because of the famine, who said they'd make the county magistrate and the emperor pay for their blood debts, all came running to me as soon as they heard they could become officials and be granted titles, saying maybe we should just give up."

Zhou Yan and Little Yama laughed out loud.

Leaving aside Sun Wukong's excitement at the prospect of becoming a celestial official, which made him practically work 007, the fact that over half of the heroes in *Water Margin* considered accepting amnesty as a life goal demonstrates just how alluring it was in ancient times.

Despite the fact that these peasant rebels harbored an irreconcilable hatred for the emperor, the moment the emperor offered them amnesty, the normal peasant rebels would be eager to kneel before him and become his most loyal dogs.

Zhou Yan asked curiously. Lu