The Purple-Robed Celestial Master has turned into a zombie?! Who can stand that?!

Chapter 112 Jinyang Mountain

After the soul of the Yuanling Taoist was absorbed into Zhang Tianlu's Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Upon entering the Myriad Souls Banner, the Yuanling Taoist saw countless vengeful ghosts and spirits inside. These ghosts and spirits were being refined within the black banner space, screaming in agony, like the eighteenth level of hell.

When the Yuanling Taoist entered, it was like soybeans being stirred into a stone mill, where the grinding of the stone mill turned the soybeans into soybean powder.

He was in great pain inside the Myriad Souls Sail. Walking around inside felt like his body was being put into a meat grinder.

It was as if the soul had been torn apart by the myriad ghosts within the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls and then forcibly pieced back together.

Only when a guy experiences pain will he know what fear is.

Then Zhang Tianlu spat out the soul of the Yuanling Taoist. The soul of the Yuanling Taoist had become extremely weak, and the entire soul had become only the size of a walnut, standing in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Tianlu looked at him and asked, "Now you can talk, right? There's no point in you struggling like this."

Yuanling Daoist gritted his teeth: "I will not betray my sect."

Zhang Tianlu: It's okay, we'll take it slow.

"It's alright, you've only died three times already. There are still three more times before you're completely obliterated. Think about it some more."

Zhang Tianlu: "Let you go? First, tell me what I want to know."

Anyway, he has plenty of time to waste with him.

He finally couldn't hold back any longer and begged for mercy, "Master, please spare me!"

The Taoist priest Yuanling then revealed everything he knew, including his sect and his master.

Since he was still unwilling to talk, Zhang Tianlu had no choice but to throw him into the Myriad Soul Banner again for another round of refining.

Zhang Tianlu could have used the Soul Searching Technique to search his memories and obtain information about his sect.

Zhang Tianlu could only laugh at this guy, who had done things like betraying his master and ancestors for personal gain.

Are you still unwilling to betray your sect?
Does it make you seem unyielding to the death?
Are you performing a skit?
However, the more stubborn this guy is, the more it suggests that there must be something fishy about the sect behind him.

Leniency if you confess, severity if you resist!
Even if he confessed, the Celestial Master wouldn't let him go, but at least he wouldn't suffer like he is now.

Zhang Tianlu looked at him and said, "When a person dies, he becomes a ghost; when a ghost ... and when a ghost dies, he becomes a ghost without form."

It wasn't you who was thrown into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to suffer.

He had just endured the pain twice, and these two times almost shattered his Dao heart.

This Yuanling Taoist knew that he was doomed today, and if he didn't speak up, the Ancestral Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain had plenty of ways to kill him.

When he came out again, he was even smaller. He was originally the size of a walnut, but this time he was only the size of a soybean, and could be crushed with a flick of the wrist.

The Taoist priest Yuanling was deathly pale and his body was only the size of a soybean.

The Yuanling Taoist entered the Ten Thousand Soul Banner again, as if he had taken another trip to hell.

But that wouldn't be fun, because after the soul search is completed, the guy would basically be reduced to ashes.

Zhang Tianlu didn't want him to die so quickly.

That's why we can't let it go.

His sect was a Taoist sect called Jinyang Mountain.
He is the son of the current abbot of Jinyang Mountain Taoist Temple, and his family has been Taoists for generations.

They had never had much money for generations, and starting with his father, they thought about making a fortune through their knowledge and then giving up being Taoist priests.

Cultivating Taoism is good, but it's difficult for a small Taoist temple like theirs to achieve immortality and extend lifespan.

Life is hard, generation after generation, so why not make a fortune and enjoy it?

Zhang Tianlu listened to what the Taoist priest Yuanyang said.

He had already guessed a thing or two in his mind. In fact, there are quite a few Taoist lineages like theirs that do not become Taoist priests but whose descendants become ordinary people.

Even within the Daoist tradition, this phenomenon is quite common.

For example, the Zhengyi sect has no complicated rules; people can even get married, have children, drink alcohol, and smoke.

Some Taoist priests simply go down the mountain to live a normal life after getting married.

Some people, after being Taoist priests for ten or twenty years, felt that their talents were limited and that there was probably no way out on the path of cultivation, so they chose to go down the mountain and continue to be ordinary people.

These are all very common.

There are quite a few like Jinyang Mountain.

Like Longhu Mountain, they belong to a family-inherited Taoist tradition.

The only difference is that Jinyang Mountain is much smaller than Longhu Mountain, which is much larger and more famous.

Over thousands of years, many small-scale Taoist sects have closed down due to declining population and family fortunes. Their temples could no longer operate, and the descendants could not endure the arduous life of cultivation. So, they closed the temples and lived ordinary lives.

Many others, after becoming ordinary people, use the techniques and arts they learned in the past to determine the feng shui of houses for others and make a living in this way.

This is why there are so many folk feng shui masters.

Many of them are former members of minor Taoist sects who have returned to secular life.

However, if people from other Taoist traditions return to secular life and live as ordinary people, naturally no one will pursue the matter, because they have not violated the bottom line of Taoism.

People can't make ends meet anymore and want to go back to the secular world and live like ordinary people.

Taoism has always upheld the concept of freedom of coming and going, so you can't stop people from doing so.

Moreover, after returning to a normal life, they did not take advantage of the situation to do anything reckless; they simply used their resources to make money legally, so naturally no one said anything.

But how did Jinyangshan do it?
He trades with the cherry blossom demon using Taoist techniques passed down from his ancestors.

Selling out one's ancestors for personal gain is tantamount to handing over one's family's ancestral possessions to outsiders.

Moreover, the outsider entrusted with this task is none other than Sakura, with whom he has a deep-seated blood feud.

Not only did they betray their ancestors, but they also followed a bunch of Japanese devils to harm their own family members, which is utterly heinous.

Jinyang Mountain, right?
A cold smile appeared on Zhang Tianlu's face. "You guys are really tired of living."

At this moment, the Yuanling Daoist, about the size of a soybean, on Zhang Tianlu's palm had already answered all of Zhang Tianlu's questions, but he still had a glimmer of hope and asked another question.

"Master, I've told you everything you wanted to know. Now can you let me go? I've died three times already. Please give me a chance to be reincarnated."

When a person dies, they become a ghost; when a ghost dies, it becomes a ling; when a ling dies, it becomes a xi; when a xi dies, it becomes a yi; when a yi dies, it becomes a wei; and when a wei dies, it becomes invisible!
He has died three times; now, he belongs to the ghost.

If he dies again, he will be exiled.

They can't even go to the underworld anymore.

Then they wouldn't even have the right to reincarnate.

So the Taoist priest Yuanyang begged for his life, as he still wanted to be reincarnated.

Zhang Tianlu simply clenched his fist.

After a ball of purple flame emerged from between his fingers...

The next second, the begging Yuan Yang Taoist in his palm was crushed to pieces.

Ashes.

Zhang Tianlu: You're no longer of any use to me, and you still want to live? Dream on...

(End of this chapter)