Wild God starts the game, I rely on incense to prove my truth to the emperor

Then he shook his head and said, "I'm not here to hold you accountable today. I'm here to ask you why you're still committing evil in this river now that you've found a scapegoat."

"Master Liushen, what you said is true. If I could leave, I would have left long ago. The ghost messengers haven't visited my little river for ten years, and I can't even deliver the gifts I prepared!"

Although the water ghost's face was pale, one could still see his helplessness.

"Why?" Wan Zhuliu continued to ask.

"You ask me? I'm just a little water ghost. How can I know what those adults in the underworld are planning?"

Not getting an answer made Wan Zhuliu feel as if he was being scratched by a cat, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Lord Willow God, since you are here, why don't you help us to be reborn? Let's go through the backdoor of the underworld and reincarnate as soon as possible. This river is stinky and cold, I don't want to stay here for even a day!"

When the water ghost saw that he was about to leave, he hurried closer and begged for mercy with a flattering look on his face.

Upon hearing this, Wan Zhuliu just rolled his eyes at him and said calmly, "If it's the kind of physical salvation you just mentioned, I can help you with that!"

"Uh... then I won't bother you, sir. I'm good at saving myself!"

The water ghost smiled awkwardly and was about to bury his head in the water.

Seeing this, Wan Zhuliu narrowed his eyes and used the Zhan Qi technique.

It was discovered that above the water ghost's head, there was a wide column of white gas, which occasionally glowed red.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for a ghost to have this kind of luck.

This made him a little curious.

"Wait, what year did you die, and where were you from before that?"

Wan Zhuliu's words made the water ghost pause for a moment, and then he answered respectfully.

"Your Excellency Willow God, my name is Fang Yuan. I was a Jinshi (Jinshi) during the Tianbao period of the Great Xia Dynasty. While exiled to the northern border, I fell into this river and died. Is that thirty-five years ago?"

"Thirty-five years? Then what did you do for the first twenty-five years? Didn't you find a scapegoat?"

"Hey!"

Fang Yuan sighed, "Back then, I sat and discussed Taoism with Taoist Sanxuan every day. Even though I was a water ghost, it was still very enjoyable.

It was only in these ten years that I thought about reincarnation, but unexpectedly... there was no chance anymore!"

"So that's it!"

Wan Zhuliu raised his hand and scattered a faint scent of incense.

The incense fell on Fang Yuan, and his body suddenly became much more solid, and the black energy on his body also dissipated.

The red and white light above his head flickered and became more and more obvious.

The incense cannot restrain him, which means that this water ghost is not an ordinary wandering ghost, at least not a Yin cultivator.

"It is said that those with red luck are either blessed with good deeds or have achieved great success in cultivation. However, this person was originally a ghost, so it can only be due to good deeds."

But when I think about the dozen or so scapegoats who were dragged down by him, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes to do good deeds?

Could it be...

He glanced at the river and found that although the water was dark, there were not many bodies.

I couldn't help but ask, "Did you clean up all the bodies in this river?"

"Huh? It's soaked in water and it stinks. I want to protect my home, so I'll bury it all in the mound in front." Fang Yuan looked as if it was a matter of course.

Wan Zhuliu now understood this.

Even though he didn't realize it, he was doing good things.

And if you do it for ten years, you will naturally accumulate a lot of good deeds.

However, he still didn't understand why Fang Yuan seemed much more active compared to other souls.

So he couldn't help but ask again, "Why are the ghosts who died in the past ten years so unconscious?"

"So you discovered it too!"

Fang Yuan also became interested and climbed onto the shore, covered in water.

“Speaking of which, I only realized it two or three years ago. Those who died in the past ten years could only condense two souls, not three spirits, so they looked stupid.

A few years ago, I wanted to tell Taoist Sanxuan about this matter, but unfortunately his incense had stopped and he could not leave the Taoist temple. I also had no way to find him, so I put it on hold!

These past few years, I haven't even had anyone to chat with. I'm so bored I'm getting anxious.

So that’s it!

Wan Zhuliu frowned secretly.

After a person dies, the three souls return to the earth, forming the Yin soul, which is mainly invisible; the seven spirits return to the sky, turning into the essence of all things, which is mainly visible.

And if, as Fang Yuan said, the current ghosts only have two souls, then where did the other soul go? Did it dissipate?

Fang Yuan did not give an answer or guess about this.

Wan Zhuliu was, after all, a half-baked ghost god. He had never been a formal underworld official like the City God, so he didn't understand these things.

Thinking of this, he looked at Fang Yuan, "It's not a good idea to stay in this stinking river forever. Since you were able to pass the imperial examination in the previous dynasty, you must be quite capable. How about coming with me?"

"Go with you?" Fang Yuan was obviously a little surprised. He looked himself up and down before saying, "Lord Liu Shen, I'm afraid I'd embarrass you with this outfit!"

Hearing the sound, Wan Zhuliu narrowed his eyes.

He had discovered that Fang Yuan had the ability to absorb incense, but he didn't know to what extent.

Just give it a try...

"Fang Yuan, are you willing to follow me? I can use my magical powers to reshape your soul and create a new body for you!"

"Ah? Willow God, are you serious?"

"Nonsense! Are you willing or not?!" Wan Zhuliu waved his hand impatiently.

The next moment, Fang Yuan knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you for your mercy, Lord Liu. If I can escape from this stinking river, I will serve you for generations.

Heaven and earth shall bear witness. If I tell a lie, I can command the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to destroy my soul and whip me to the Nine Netherworld Platform, where I shall never be able to escape rebirth!"

Seeing this, Wan Zhuliu activated his magic power and divine light emerged.

The next moment, he immersed himself in the panel, calling up twenty incense sticks from it, and fired them all into Fang Yuan's ghost.

bass!

The rosy glow shone, and suddenly a white light appeared, completely enveloping Fang Yuan.

In Wan Zhuliu's sight, he could see a white line the size of a peanut appearing on Fang Yuan's forehead, which became increasingly obvious from its light color.

He understood that the incense was helping the other party to generate magical power.

One breath, two breaths...

After about fifty breaths, the white light slowly dissipated.

By the stinky river, where Fang Yuan had stood before, stood a scholar in a white robe, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a red and white light band on his head. He had a good appearance and was definitely a great and benevolent deity.

"you……"

Wan Zhuliu was speechless for a moment.

Isn't Fang Yuan being a bit too pretentious?! He looks even more ethereal than me. Does he even understand his own identity?

"Cough cough!"

He coughed deliberately.

At this time, Fang Yuan slowly turned his head, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose slightly, with an evil smile, completely ruining this beautiful scene.

"Hey, this is a nice outfit, Lord Liushen, this outfit is so handsome!"

"That's all!" Wan Zhuliu curled his lips. "As a god, your focus should always be on the suffering of the people, not your personal image. You need to read and learn more in the future. Do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan immediately became serious and nodded in agreement.

"But, I still have a question?!"