Start as a Temple Spirit

"Hehe, now I don't have to be afraid of evil spirits." Shang Liangshan, who had witnessed the power of the dark purple lightning, couldn't help but chuckle.

He admired the mirage-like phantom thundercloud for a while, then he took it into his sea of ​​consciousness and continued to nurture it.

Next up were the two guards, Zi and An, who had just awakened from their training.

His figure flashed and appeared in front of the hall. With a wave of his arm, two fire snakes flew out from his sleeves and spread out in an orderly manner in front of the hall, transforming into purple and dark guards.

"Greetings, my lord!" The two guards knelt on one knee to greet him.

Shang Liangshan raised his hand and gestured to stand up.

"Click, click" the two guards stood up at the same time and stood still like statues.

"A fourth-rank commander and a third-rank spiritual guard." After Shang Liangshan sensed the strength of the two guards, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

"Keep calm, it's just the third or fourth rank, this is just the beginning." Shang Liangshan hypnotized himself for a while, then waved his hand to let the two guards retreat and go practice on their own.

He then returned to the main hall to meditate and figure out what the purple and dark fireballs did.

In a blink of an eye, five days had passed. The peaceful nights almost made the militiamen on duty think that the Ghost Festival was over.

However, late at night on the sixth day, just as Yifeng and his men were preparing to change shifts and spend the night safely.

Everyone please pay no attention to the creepy roar and the chill that comes with the night wind.

"Shua, shua, shua" everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw black ghostly energy and resentful energy surging towards them in the east in the distance under the cover of night.

The roar came from the leading ghost.

"This is..." Yihuo suddenly sobered up and stared at the pairs of scarlet eyes that were filled with ghostly aura and resentment that were coming from far away.

"Prepare for battle." The old patriarch gave the order in a deep voice, secretly thanking his lucky stare that he had drunk his wine late tonight and did not go back to sleep.

The militiamen responded by taking action and lighting an oil fire on the village wall, which illuminated the wall red.

"Ga ga" Heizi's warning cry sounded in the night sky, and his figure rushed back.

Shang Liangshan, who was practicing in the main hall of the Huawai Taoist Temple, suddenly opened his eyes and a flash of purple lightning flashed in his eyes.

The next second, his figure disappeared in the hall. He stood in front of the hall, put away the two whistling purple and dark fire snakes, and then turned into a faint light, shooting out of the dojo, cutting through the night sky and flying towards the village gate.

"Heizi, how many ghosts are attacking us?" On the village wall, Yibao asked Heizi who was roaring back urgently.

"Ga ga" Heizi called Gabi to start.

Yibao waited for Heizi to finish his gesture before he asked, guessing, "A vengeful spirit?"

Kuroko nodded.

"A level five Yinyu three-headed dog, leading dozens of three-headed dogs and thousands of ghost beasts?"

Heizi nodded again and looked at Yibao with appreciation.

"Heizi, how many level four ghost beasts are there?" Yifeng asked in detail.

The number of level 4 ghost beasts is the key to determining victory or defeat.

"Ga..." Heizi was about to make a gesture when he saw a faint light shooting towards him, and his master appeared on the wall of the village.

It will directly report the enemy situation it has detected to its owner in detail.

After Shang Liangshan heard this, he said to everyone, "One vengeful spirit, one level five Yinyu three-headed dog, thirteen level four ghost beasts, and over a thousand level three ghost beasts."

At this point, he looked at the black ball of resentment that was whistling past the ghost energy and said, "I will deal with the resentful spirits, and I will leave the ghost beasts to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Liangshan flew up, stepped on the back of the three-meter-high lightning snake, and swam in the air with the lightning snake to kill the vengeful spirit.

"It's up to us now. Kill all the invading monsters!" The old patriarch raised the golden sword high, his fighting spirit boiling.

"Kill all the invading monsters!" The shouts full of fighting spirit resounded through the night sky, waking up the sleeping soldiers and civilians. They all stood up and ran towards their weapons and equipment.

"Kill!" The old patriarch, full of fighting spirit, made a move that showed his strength despite his age.

The old man actually raised his golden sword high, jumped down from the village wall, and killed the army of ghost beasts that were rushing in from the foot of the mountain.

"Kill!" The boiling hot fire followed closely behind, sliding down from the wall of the village. The wall was a bit high, so it had to slide down.

Seeing this, Yijin, Yishui and others slid down the village wall and followed the old patriarch to charge towards the army of ghosts.

"Awoo" wolves howled, and demon spirits appeared. The tiger spirit, the wolf spirit, and the three-headed dog spirit, followed their master who was eager to fight, and rushed towards the army of ghosts.

On the wall of the village, Yifeng, who had not moved, had a scroll in his hand, which exuded a righteous spirit. He threw it into the air, and white righteous energy burst out from the scroll and turned into a ball of blazing white flames.

"Boom" the next second, the white flame ball exploded and turned into a bunch of blazing fireworks. Under the gaze of everyone, it magically transformed into a series of soldiers wearing white flame armor. They landed on the ground, followed behind Yibao and the others, and killed the ghosts that rushed up the mountain.

This is the spiritual realm of things and the embodiment of things.

The object of Confucian cultivation is the scroll of spiritual power.

The spiritual scroll is drawn on special paper using spiritual ink infused with spiritual power.

After the painting is successfully completed, it can be stored in the temple and nurtured with the energy of righteousness. The longer it is nurtured, the stronger the painting will become.

What Yifeng just learned was the spiritual power scroll.

Righteous energy is a special energy generated by reading and understanding the truth, while spiritual power is transformed by absorbing spiritual energy. The two are different, but they resonate and coexist.

As for words?

“Heaven moves with vigor; a gentleman should constantly strive to strengthen himself…” As Yifeng chanted, Yiwu and the other demons who were killing the ghosts and monsters suddenly felt a strong and fiery force flowing into their bodies like a stream.

"Awoo" the demons howled excitedly as if they were injected with chicken blood. Each of them was full of vigor and vitality, and followed their master to kill the army of ghosts.

The four people of Zhongxiao looked at each other, began to dip their hands in ink, and injected it into the Lingwei painting.

Compared to the legacy of the fifth-grade Wuyan Realm, those who are in the fourth-grade Shengong Realm not only have limited spiritual power, but also have pitifully little righteous energy. They can only draw ordinary spiritual paintings and tear them apart to fight.

Listening to "Heaven Moves Forward", the militiamen became extremely excited and eager to fight. They couldn't help but want to open the village gate and rush out.

But this is impossible, because they know that if they are against a third-level ghost with their own strength, they will definitely be suppressed and the right way is to defend and kill the enemy in a dangerous place.

But when they saw that the old patriarch summoned a golden wolf demon spirit, which rushed into the army of ghosts like a wolf or a tiger, as if entering a place without beasts, they suddenly felt that they might not be able to drink the soup.

And when Yihuo and his men led the demons and charged into the ghost army, and twenty golden flame soldiers formed a formation to charge, the militiamen almost lost the feeling of drinking soup.

"Roar" When the scattered ghost beasts broke through the defense line and rushed up the mountain, the eyes of the local militiamen lit up.

But when the sound of "swoosh, swoosh, swoosh" was heard, and golden arrows cut through the night sky and pierced through the ferocious monsters rushing up the mountain, the hearts of the militiamen were completely chilled. This time they couldn't even get the soup.

After finishing the chanting, he sat down on the chair somewhat tiredly, and looked at the fierce battle on the mountain road.

The battlefield was a bit chaotic, but if you looked down from a high vantage point, you could still see clearly.