Chaos Spirit Field

After the Fahua Temple tragedy, the Buddhist sect sent people to investigate. The results were exactly as Zhao Shanhe had expected: the culprit was the Black Wind Demon General. About a month later, the Buddhist sect sent a new abbot, Monk Yuan Qiu, to take over Fahua Temple.

Because the aftermath of the fight between the Black Wind Demon General and Abbot Yuan Zhen had damaged many buildings at Fahua Temple, repairs were necessary to reopen the gates. The new abbot, Yuan Qiu, came to Zhao Shanhe, a wealthy man, to beg for alms. He said, "Donor Zhao, I am Yuan Qiu, the abbot of Fahua Temple. I need one million yuan to rebuild Fahua Temple."

Zhao Shanhe thought that Monk Yuan Qiu was really taking him for a ride. He was so bold as to ask for one million yuan. Even if he demolished the Fahua Temple and rebuilt it, it wouldn't cost that much. He was even more greedy than Yuan Zhen. So he said, "Master Yuan Qiu, if Buddhism can't even protect its own people, it certainly can't protect my Zhao's Trading Company. You should find another kind and generous donor."

Yuan Qiu said, "Donor Zhao, one million yuan is a drop in the bucket for the Zhao Company. The Buddhist sect will open the door to convenience for you."

Zhao Shanhe shook his head and said, "Master Yuanqiu, I am the only heir of the Zhao family for three generations. I cannot let the family's incense be cut off. As the saying goes, a loyal minister does not know two masters. I was introduced to the Yuxu Sect by Lord Luo. Do you think I can still go to the Xiu Monk Temple? Wangcai, show me away. The servants at the door should be rectified. Don't bring any unscrupulous people into the mansion. If they offend Erlang Zhenjun, who will be held responsible? Master Yuanqiu, I didn't say anything about you."

Wangcai replied, "I've remembered this. Yuanqiu will be the host. Please go ahead."

Monk Yuan Qiu had just left the Zhao Mansion and hadn't walked far when he saw the Zhao Mansion's head steward, Wangcai, slapping the two gatekeepers twice each, cursing, "You two idiots, don't you know that monks are unlucky? You still dared to bring them into the mansion, causing this steward to be scolded by the master. If you do it again, I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs. You'll have to be more careful next time."

The two servants nodded in agreement, and Master Yuan Qiu was so angry that he was trembling. He wanted to teach Wangcai a lesson, but just as he was about to do it, he felt that he was locked by a powerful spiritual consciousness. He thought it was the spirit of Erlang Shen appearing, and he was scared and fled.

It was actually Zhao Shanhe who was behind this. He watched Yuan Qiu's retreating figure from underground, a hint of murderous intent etched in his eyes. This guy would end up like Yuan Zhen sooner or later. That Ten Thousand Demons Nation was being rude. They didn't even bother sending a demon to take over the Black Wind Demon General's assets, and they couldn't even find someone to take the blame.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and the Erlang Zhenjun Temple in Luoyi City was completed. It was truly magnificent and luxurious. Anyone who entered the temple and kowtowed respectfully would be fed with unlimited food. If they were sufficiently pious, the Zhao Company would even help them fulfill their wishes.

The standard of piety was naturally set by Zhao Shanhe. Once the enthusiasm waned, he would randomly select a few people and grant them some not-too-difficult wishes. Given the double temptation, how many people could resist and become followers of Erlang Zhenjun? Temples for Erlang Zhenjun were built not only in Luoyi City, but also in Haojing and Xiqi. It's fair to say that the Great Zhou Dynasty is now almost Zhao.

On the other hand, the Fahua Temple was not renovated because abbot Yuan Qiu failed to raise sufficient funds. It's not that no funds were raised at all, as believers did contribute some, totaling less than a thousand coins, probably barely enough for his expenses. Later, those believers switched to Erlang Zhenjun Temple, which, after all, offered no money and was believed to be particularly effective.

On this day, Erlang Shen Yang Jian was chatting with his sister Yang Xiaochan on Mount Huashan when he suddenly noticed that the incense in his temple had become unusually popular, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Yang Xiaochan asked, "Second brother, what happened to you that makes you so happy?"

"Third sister, my followers have suddenly increased by hundreds of thousands, and the number is still growing. This Zhao Zilong is really thoughtful."

Yang Xiaochan felt a little touched when she heard the name Zhao Zilong. This was the name Zhao Shanhe used at the marriage proposal meeting. Unfortunately, things have changed and it is impossible that it is the same person.

Seeing that Yang Xiaochan was unhappy, Yang Jian thought she was worried because she had no believers, so he said, "Third sister, how about I send a dream and ask Zhao Zilong to build a temple for you to increase the incense offerings."

"Second brother, this is not good. Isn't this taking away your believers?"

"Is it necessary to distinguish so clearly between us brothers and sisters?"

The next day, the temple warden of Erlang Zhenjun Temple in Luoyi City came to the Zhao residence with a portrait and reported: "Master, Erlang Zhenjun has appeared, and there is suddenly a portrait on the table dedicated to him."

Zhao Shanhe took the portrait and saw that it was his aunt Yang Xiaochan. Next to her was her shrine, the Huashan Mountain God. He understood Erlang Shen's intentions and said, "Wangcai, take this portrait and build a Huashan Mountain God Temple to the same specifications as the Erlang Zhenjun Temple."

Wangcai asked, "Boss, how many do you plan to build?"

"That's even a question. Of course, construction will begin on all three cities simultaneously, and we must ensure quality and quantity are met. I'll later write the autobiography of the Huashan Mountain God and publicize it to boost worship. We'll also start work on the Zheng State side."

"But..." Wangcai said hesitantly.

"But what? Why are you hesitating? Just say what you want to say!" Zhao Shanhe frowned and looked at Wangcai.

"Boss, isn't Zheng State planning to build a temple for Erlang Zhenjun?" Wangcai finished his words tremblingly. The boss's aura was too scary.

"Oh~" Zhao Shanhe suddenly realized and patted his head.

"Look at my memory. I forgot about this. Then let's build two temples at the same time. Tell Su Qin not to be afraid of spending money. I only care about the results."

Wangcai went down to do his work. Zhao Shanhe was excited by the news about Yang Xiaochan, but then he began to feel sad, as he remembered the deceased Luo Tianshuang. When he left the deserted island, he had gathered some information: twenty-five years ago, the Huashen Temple was destroyed in a devastating battle. Since then, Luo Tianshuang has disappeared.

Zhao Shanhe had visited the ruins of the Huashen Temple and found traces of a battle between two immortals. Disappearances were often equated with death. Luo Tianshuang's combat prowess was unrivaled in the world of immortal cultivation. After all, she hadn't eaten all those Dragon Scale Fruits for nothing. Only a mortal immortal could kill her. Now that we know Yang Jian is Yang Xiaochan's brother, he must have been the immortal who battled Wen Zhong.

As for Luo Tianshuang's murderer, it was naturally Wen Zhong. Although Zhao Shanhe knew the killer, he was helpless, as he was too weak to seek revenge. If only he had a large amount of merit, he could cultivate two blue-level secret books and have hope of revenge.