"Ergou, there are so many people today, is anyone causing trouble?" Zhou He's figure suddenly appeared in front of Wang Ergou.

"Ah Lord City God, the little man Wang Ergou pays homage to Lord City God." Wang Ergou was startled, but after realizing that the person coming was Zhou He, he quickly wiped his mouth, his face was extremely happy, and he knelt down on the ground.

"I don't want to kneel down here. From now on, you, your grandfather, and your wife only need to bow and salute when they see me." Zhou He stretched out his hand and released a force to lift him up.

"Yes, yes, the Lord City God has ordered that Ergou must abide by it." Wang Ergou quickly bowed to Zhou He.

"Although there are many people today, no one dares to cause trouble in the Chenghuang Temple." Wang Ergou said with a smile.

"Well, very good. If someone is causing trouble, you don't need to stay behind. Just fight them out. The three of you have reached the third-rate level in martial arts. When the spiritual energy I left in your bodies is used up, you should be able to reach the first-rate level."

"Unless you encounter some monks or demons, you can easily deal with them." Zhou He nodded and said.

"Lord Cheng Huang, we will definitely practice well!" Wang Ergou said.

"In the next few days, I will go to the capital to slay demons. I will leave a dharma body in the statue. If you meet someone who is invincible, you can call me and the dharma body will come out to meet the enemy." Zhou He said.

"Yes, Lord City God!"

Zhou He nodded and was about to leave when he saw Wang Ergou kneeling on the ground again: "Lord City God, I wonder if Ergou can ask you something."

Zhou He frowned slightly and said, "I said, I don't do kneeling down here."

"Ah, yes, yes, Ergou is wrong." Wang Ergou stood up quickly, with a look of panic on his face.

"Tell me what it is." Zhou He said calmly.

"Lord Cheng Huang, my wife Chunhua and I have been married for several years, but Chunhua has not given birth to a child. There are three unfilial piety, the worst is not having an offspring. I just ask Lord Cheng Huang to give me a son!"

After more than three years of marriage, his wife has not become pregnant, which has always been Wang Ergou's worry.

An ordinary family would have divorced his wife long ago or taken a concubine. However, what is going on with Wang Ergou's family? Wang Ergou also likes his wife very much, so he thought of coming to seek help from someone with great supernatural powers.

It’s the City God.

[Ding dong! You have a new order, please check it in time!]

"Huh?" Zhou He's pupils narrowed slightly, and soon he felt secretly happy.

Whatever comes to mind comes to mind, and with this order, he doesn't have to worry about return restrictions.

"Are you looking for a child from me?" Zhou He's expression remained unchanged and he said, "Let me check."

As he spoke, Zhou He released his spiritual thoughts, which enveloped Wang Ergou and Chunhua who were working in the yard.

Almost instantly, Zhou He knew why Wang Ergou and the others had no children after three years of marriage.

There is nothing wrong with Wang Ergou. It is due to Chunhua's physical problem. It should be that her body was frozen when she was a child, causing her inability to conceive.

However, because of the spiritual energy that Zhou He injected into her body, she only needed to refine all the spiritual energy, and her body would naturally be repaired. By then, she would be able to conceive.

That’s all in the past few days.

Zhou He smiled and said: "These days, just be more diligent at night, that's all."

"Thank you, thank you Lord Cheng Huang!" Wang Ergou was stunned for a moment, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

Not having children has always been a worry for him, and now with the assurance from Lord Cheng Huang, this worry can finally be removed.

Zhou He calculated that it would take at least two months for the couple to work hard until they knew they were pregnant. Two months was almost enough.

Immediately, Zhou He dodged and left the Chenghuang Temple. A few minutes later, Zhou He came to a small forest next to the giant pit.

Breaking a branch, he turned his mind and a force of magic acted on it. After a while, a wooden sword appeared in Zhou He's hand.

Just in time, I'll leave tomorrow evening and practice sword control today.

From the secret book and Yan Chixia's dictation, Zhou He already knew that there were three levels of sword control.

Yan Chixia has been practicing sword control for decades, but she has only reached the second level.

Zhou He's soul is now powerful, and with his golden elixir cultivation, he can also draw parallels.

In just a few quarters of an hour, he had successfully mastered the art of sword control to the first level.

Zhou He can now control the flying sword to kill enemies in the air. When Zhou He can control the flying sword as he wishes, he can reach the second level.

To reach the second level, you need to spend a lot of time practicing.

Zhou He, on the other hand, really wanted to fly with his sword as soon as possible, so he practiced here day and night.

…

Unknowingly, it was late at night.

From time to time, the sound of sword whistling could be heard in the woods.

The next second, a sword light flashed by, and the mountaintop in the distance was cut away by a sword.

Rumble

The top of the mountain, which was tens of meters tall, rolled down the mountain, and there was a huge roar.

"Huh! This sword-controlling skill is indeed difficult to practice. I can barely make a turn." Zhou He sat cross-legged on the ground, eating barbecue with one hand, and using the sword technique with the other hand to control the flying sword.

With a wave of his sword finger, he saw the wooden sword flying from a distance and landing in front of Zhou He.

This wooden sword was broken at this moment, but was held together by Zhou's magic power.

"It seems that we need to get a sword." Zhou He removed the magic power and saw that the wooden sword broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

The next second, Zhou He turned his palm, and a mahogany sword appeared in his hand.

"Although it is a mahogany sword, it is still a middle-grade magic weapon. Let's use it for now."

He got this century-old mahogany sword from Uncle Zombie World, and now it can be put to use.

Just when Zhou He was preparing to continue practicing sword control.

Suddenly, Zhou He felt that the Golden Seal of the City God in his body began to tremble.

The next moment, a huge portal was seen opening in the huge pit on the former site of Lanruo Temple.

This is a gloomy and ancient archway with three powerful characters "Ghost Gate" written across the top of the archway.

Zhou He was shocked when he saw this ghost gate.

He didn't know why this ghost gate appeared here.

The Gate of Hell is the only road from the underworld to the human world.

Of course, some powerful monks or special artifacts, magic weapons, etc. can open the way to the underworld.

Just like Yan Chixia's Xuanyuan Divine Sword, it can open the passage to the underworld.

There is also the Yin difference order, which is also possible, but the Yin difference order cannot be opened by just anyone, but requires a position in the underworld.

Those underworld messengers who want to come to the underworld to seduce souls or do other errands need the underworld messengers to communicate with the ghost gates and come to the underworld.

The Gate of Ghosts appeared, and inside it was the underworld. Zhou He could see hundreds of Yin soldiers inside the Gate of Ghosts.

In front of them, there was a ghost general riding a war horse.

Behind this group of people, there is a large altar built with skulls.

There was also a figure whose face could not be seen clearly and whose height was twice that of an ordinary person.

In the past, when the immortals and gods were alive, there were eighteen ghost kings and imps guarding the gate of hell. The barrier was so tight that it was impregnable with copper and iron walls.

The ghost king here is different from the ordinary ghost kings today. The current ghost king's cultivation level is only at the golden elixir stage, but the ghost king at that time was a genuine ghost immortal.

That is far beyond the tribulation monks, and has truly become the ghost king of immortals.

Even those little ghosts are Nascent Soul cultivators, they are simply terrifying.

The person sitting in the altar is none other than the old demon from Black Mountain who is the king of demons and also the king of ghosts. His cultivation is as high as heaven and earth, and he is only one step away from becoming a Nascent Soul.

After the immortal gods left, there was no one to govern the underworld, so the old Black Mountain demon took advantage of the situation and rose up, gathering a large number of Yin soldiers and ghost generals with his powerful strength.

After occupying the City of Wasted Death, for hundreds of years, with the help of the large number of fierce ghosts and fierce ghosts in the City of Wasted Death, the power was unprecedentedly huge, and it became one of the giants in the underworld.

Later, he relied on his own powerful strength to occupy the ghost gate, thus giving the Black Mountain Old Demon the ability to freely enter and exit the Yin and Yang Realms.

In this way, there are also a large number of monsters in the human world for his use. Even the tree demon grandma can only rely on him to breathe. Every hundred years, he needs to send a group of stunning female ghosts with strong cultivation to him.

And looking at this group of people appearing, could they be here to greet Nie Xiaoqian?

At the end of the first part of "A Chinese Ghost Story", there was this plot, but it was subconsciously forgotten by Zhou He.

"Old Black Mountain Demon, although the body is a mountain, it still has demon elixirs." Zhou He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Take it down and ask what happened here." A voice without any emotion came from above the altar.

"Your order!" The ghost general lowered his head slightly and replied with fists in his hands.

Immediately, he saw the ghost general driving his war horse towards Zhou He at high speed.

The raging will-o'-the-wisp was burning under the horse's feet, and it actually started to gallop in this empty space.

The distance is several miles, but it can be reached in an instant.

The ghost general didn't say anything, and swung the huge ax in his hand towards Zhou He.

"A half-step golden elixir ghost general?" Zhou He stood up slowly, without dodge, and allowed the ax to strike.
To be continued...