Others follow advice and imitate celebrities, but you start by pretending to be a god?

But Ying Zheng, in his youth, was once a hostage in the State of Zhao, so how could he be considered pampered?

For him, strong liquor and cloudy liquor were nothing more than passing through.

"Did the Taoist priest also come because of the ghosts and monsters in the east of Suzhou?" Not far away, the diners took the wine and raised their cups to Ying Zheng from afar.

Ying Zheng nodded slightly. "I suppose so."

"Could you tell us about it?"

Upon hearing Ying Zheng's words, the diners exchanged glances, and finally, an old man sighed softly.

"Taoist priest, you are still so young. You should heed the advice of an old man and not go to join in the fun."

Do you know how many people died over there?

The old man stretched out his hand, squinting: "First one, then two, and then more and more... Now, I hear that hundreds of people have died!"

"Inside there are not only the Wang family, but also soldiers from the Tang Dynasty, and several Taoist priests!"

"Several hundred people!"

"All dead!"

"Not a single one survived!"

"Moreover, I heard that those who died harbored resentment, hating that it was the city lord who sent them out!"

"So they all surrounded the city and refused to leave!"

"Just wait for those who go out to be eaten by them!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng nodded slightly.

I took a sip of wine.

To be precise, the area within a radius of dozens of miles centered on this city is inhabited by these vengeful ghosts and spirits.

In this small city called Su City, there seems to be a faint array inscribed in the dead corner of the city wall, which is why these evil spirits were blocked.

In fact, along his journey, Ying Zheng had seen many cities surrounded by vengeful ghosts and spirits.

But in the end, Ying Zheng discovered that no matter how he tried to cleanse these vengeful spirits, it was all in vain.

Other souls will always emerge.

Cities like Suzhou are considered relatively good; some other human cities simply lack any defensive formations.

Along the way, Ying Zheng saw cities where corpses had been slain and the city was deathly silent.

Ying Zheng picked up his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

“Master Wang, he is a good man.”

"When the Yellow River flooded, he opened his own warehouse and saved countless poor people in Suzhou."

The old man sighed softly, as if recalling the past.

"Isn't it said that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda?"

"How did it turn into a vengeful ghost?"

"Taoist Master, tell me, shouldn't such a good person be reincarnated into a good family after death? How did he become a vengeful ghost?"

Ying Zheng did not know why.

In the Three Realms, the souls of humans who die should be judged and determined in the Underworld.

Such people can indeed have a good afterlife.

Is it caused by some kind of formation or magical artifact in the surrounding area?

Or is it caused by some disease?
Ying Zheng held his wine cup, his brows furrowed.

But along the way, Ying Zheng discovered nothing at all; he only knew that the closer he got to the Tang Dynasty, the more strange phenomena there were.

If we could go back and ask our master, he would surely know the inside story, right?
"Hmm? Wait?"

Suddenly, Ying Zheng raised his head and looked at the old man, his eyes flashing with fierce light!

What was that sentence you said earlier?

The old man was taken aback: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda?"

"No, the next sentence!" Ying Zheng stood up and asked in a deep voice.

"Shouldn't a good person like this be reincarnated into a good family after death?"

That's it!!
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's eyes flashed, and his robes fluttered wildly!

Why would a good person turn into a vengeful ghost?

Logically speaking, ordinary humans who have saved thousands or hundreds of lives during their lifetime should have accumulated good karma!
Although these acts of good deeds are few, only a tiny bit to insignificant, they are enough to protect them in the cycle of reincarnation and allow them to be reborn into a better life!

Under the protection of Yin virtue, ordinary formations and curses are completely ineffective!

"You mean, it all started with a dead man?" Ying Zheng turned his head and asked again.

"That's right!" As if intimidated by Ying Zheng's imposing aura, the old man hurriedly replied.

But Ying Zheng had no time to pay attention to him; instead, he was deep in thought with a furrowed brow.

Why does this happen?

Why did he become a vengeful ghost?

In the cycle of reincarnation, why did that wisp of good karma not have any effect?

Why exactly?
Ying Zheng frowned.

Finally, after racking his brains without finding a solution, a thought that he had never had before suddenly arose in his mind.

"Good deeds...virtue...reincarnation..."

"Wait, if that's really the case..."

His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and Ying Zheng abruptly looked down at his feet, his back instantly drenched in cold sweat!

He tossed down a few loose silver coins, then got up and walked into the downpour.

"Master! Wait, Master, where are you going!"

"Outside the city."

"Wait, Taoist priest, please be careful! That place has been completely transformed into a ghostly realm!" the old man said anxiously.

However, Ying Zheng showed no intention of turning back, walking straight into the dark road and disappearing from sight.

……

"No, sir, we can't stop them at all."

"These ghosts cannot be understood by common sense."

"This place can't be defended."

It rained heavily.

Outside the city gate on the eastern side of Suzhou, in a makeshift tent, a soldier covered in blood knelt on one knee, his voice strong and resolute.

In the center of the tent was an old man dressed in a scholar's robe.

He held a jade tiger tally in his palm, which emitted a faint luster.

Even if we can't hold it, we must hold it.

The old man's expression was calm, without much emotional fluctuation. "Behind us are the 36,000 citizens of Suzhou."

"As the city lord, one must be worthy of the title."

"If these ghosts try to rush over, they'll just be stepping over my dead body."

"If you want to leave, no one will stop you."

Upon hearing this, the captain, covered in blood, slowly stood up and smiled nonchalantly, "If you wanted to leave, you wouldn't be here."

The old man in the scholar's robe smiled slightly, swayed as he stood up, and tried to bow.

As a result, he struggled but couldn't get up. Instead, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The captain was startled and hurriedly got up to go over. After seeing that the old man was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief and laughed in exasperation.

"With your health, you'd better stay put. The lives of the entire city of Suzhou are hanging on your shoulders!"

"Thank you."

The old man shakily got up and spoke with a smile.

The captain was even angrier when he saw this.

It was pouring rain outside.

However, if someone could look down from the sky, it would not be difficult to see that the entire city of Suzhou was surrounded by demons and monsters.

Four walls of runes, invisible to the naked eye, blocked the area around Su City.

It's just a wall away.

It blocked tens of thousands of ghosts and evil spirits.

The source of this rune wall is the tiger tally in the small tent under the east gate of the city.

The old man holding the tiger tally had no idea how to use such a magical artifact.

He could only rely on the pure and righteous spirit he had accumulated throughout his life to drive the tiger tally with his blood and sweat, barely managing to protect the surroundings.

Every second is spent burning oneself out.

In just over ten days, the once vigorous old man had become lifeless.

The rain poured down, lightning flashed, and the small tent was drafty on all sides, where one could almost hear the hoarse howls of ghosts.

"Did you ask for help from those around you?" the old man asked.

"He went, my son went, it's just a pity he hasn't come back yet," the captain replied with a smile. The old man remained silent.

Because asking for help is the most difficult thing.

The entire city of Suzhou is currently shrouded in ghostly energy. Trying to break out of here is not something that can be achieved simply by risking one's life; it would be suicide.

To find a way to survive in a situation where there is no hope of survival.

"No need to comfort him, this is his idea. Once a kid gets too big for his britches, he can't be controlled anymore." The captain, dressed in armor, sat at the doorway.

"Have you informed the people in the city?" the captain asked.

"No." The old man shook his head and murmured, "Sometimes, it's better not to tell than to tell."

"How long can it last at most?" the captain asked casually, looking at the tiger tally that was gradually cracking.

"It's tonight," the old man replied, gently fiddling with the books on the table.

"Then I'll take my leave first." After bandaging his arm wound, the captain took out a flask of wine from his body, tossed it to the old man, and grinned, "Drink sparingly."

This Confucian scholar, who had never drunk alcohol since childhood, went from a young bookworm to an old, pedantic scholar, and dedicated everything to Suzhou.

This was the first time I picked up the wine jug.

I took a sip.

He drank the blood and wine together.

"wait a second."

The captain didn't say anything, just raised his fist, waved his hand, and turned to walk out of the tent.

It rained heavily.

A captain with a full beard stood in the center of the field, holding a long sword.

The thunder was deafening.

Ahead lay countless ghosts.

And behind the captain.

Where are the soldiers now?
Under the dark clouds.

The garrison outside the entire city of Suzhou.

There were only two people left.

"This damn world," the captain cursed under his breath, giving the middle finger to the sky.

Then he roared and charged forward alone, braving the torrential rain and lightning.

next moment.

A rainbow appeared in the sky.

It rose from the ground, then fell from the sky, sweeping into the eyes of all the people of Suzhou.

Strange phenomena are occurring between heaven and earth.

A dazzling and awe-inspiring aura unfolds.

As a result, the dark clouds within a radius of tens of millions of feet suddenly stopped.

The next moment, all the rain that had fallen between heaven and earth vanished.

It was as if a cold, torrential downpour had never been to this world before.

Ying Zheng's robes fluttered in the wind.

Like a great sun, an unparalleled emperor.

It fell from the sky.

Looking at all the souls that had been frozen in place, his face was grim.

really!

These souls
None of them ever entered the cycle of reincarnation in the underworld!
How could this be?!
Who did all this?
Ying Zheng's face was extremely gloomy.

With a twist of his wrist and a flutter of his robe sleeves, he captured the souls of tens of thousands of humans in his hand.

"Is it the underworld?"

"Whose faction is it?!"

"How dare you bully my human undead?"

Ying Zheng gave a cold shout, his body radiating intense light, his robes fluttering wildly.

Then, Ying Zheng pinched his fingers slightly, and a grayish celestial light appeared in the air.

"A single grain of dust... could fill the sea!"

As the resounding voice echoed across the vast wilderness, the gray celestial light magnified infinitely, rapidly disappearing into the distance and heading straight for Chang'an!

"A single blade of grass can cut down the sun, moon, and stars!"

Ying Zheng stood in mid-air, casually waving his hand, and a streak of azure sword energy shot into the sky, heading straight for the underworld, intending to sever the cycle of reincarnation!

"In the blink of an eye, the world is turned upside down!"

Ying Zheng pointed a finger to the sky with his third shout, roaring at the heavens with a thunderous force that instantly resounded throughout the entire Tang Dynasty!
The next moment, he flicked his finger, and a giant palm appeared in the sky, sweeping away all the demons and monsters within the Tang Dynasty and killing them in an instant!

A grain of dust, a blade of grass, a hand!

Three terrifying phenomena enveloped the surrounding area, visible even from hundreds of millions of miles away. The sword-qi grass even headed straight for the underworld, attempting to sever the six paths of reincarnation!
"what happened?!"

At this moment, the barrier between the Southern Continent and the Underworld trembled violently, and the Ten Kings of Hell, who were still unaware of what was happening, suddenly trembled and their expressions changed drastically.

"Who?!"

At the same time, the disciples of the various Daoist temples stationed in the Tang Dynasty were also startled by this terrifying commotion. They all looked up in horror and gazed in this direction!

"This is……"

"Big Brother!!!"

Ying Zheng appeared in the Tang Dynasty, displaying his imperial majesty above Suzhou and awe-inspiring all sides!

Within the underworld.

There is a strange and eerie valley.

This place is silent and filled with the mysterious aura of reincarnation.

One after another, gray stone paths stretch across the sky, ancient and weathered.

Numerous spirits walked along these paths, emitting a faint blue light.

They lined up one after another, heading towards the distance, eventually disappearing into the end of the cycle of reincarnation.

Like a rain of light, tiny specks of pale blue ash drifted across this world.

Some are as big as goose feathers, some are as small as dust, filling every space here.

These ashes fell upon many souls, cleansing their spirits.

This place is the location of the six realms of reincarnation in the underworld.

Since the era of the Lich King, it has stood firm in the Three Realms. Its profound mysteries are such that even a figure of the caliber of the Great Emperor of Fengdu dares not easily touch them.

Souls that have passed the judgment of the Ten Kings of Hell are sent here to be reincarnated.

A pale blue ash filled the surroundings.

There was silence.

There are no living things in this world; any living being that enters will have all its consciousness erased.

This is the immense power of heaven and earth, the blessing bestowed by the Way of Heaven.

Even a saint cannot defy it.

However, today, a hand suddenly appeared on the originally peaceful and serene path of the six realms of reincarnation.

The hand gripped the ankle of a passing spirit with force.

As a result, they tore off one of the soul's legs.

The owner of the hand paused for a moment.

"Ah, sorry!"

"Brother, I didn't mean it!"

The owner of the sound hurriedly grabbed both sides, dropped the leg he was holding, and pulled himself out of the ground.

It was a Taoist priest dressed in a gray robe.

After emerging, the Taoist took a deep breath, then conjured a mirror and cautiously peered inside.

Then I saw a gray fawn in the mirror.

The gray-robed Taoist stood there and waved his hand.

The little deer followed suit, moving its hooves.

The gray-robed Taoist swayed his hips again.

The deer also wiggled its tail.

"You son of a bitch!!!"

The next moment, the gray-robed Taoist slapped the mirror to the ground and began to curse angrily.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I strictly followed the methods recorded in my master's book to cultivate, so how did I turn into a demon again??"

"If this continues, when will I, Daoist Master, be able to rid myself of my demonic form?" (End of Chapter)