"The Yin people are on their way."

"Yang people avoid"

The night was windy.

Listen carefully, there are also sounds of gongs, drums and shouts in the wind.

Every house in Bazhou City is closed.

Even the most naughty children dare to hide under the quilt and tremble at this time, because since they were born, what these children have heard the most is: 'Don't cry, if you cry, you will be thrown out and the evil spirits will take you away.

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Yes.

The voice shouting that Yang Ren should be avoided is not a human voice, but comes from the underworld.

If someone opened the window and looked outside, they would see three thousand Yin soldiers with flags flying, slowly entering the city surrounded by a large sedan.

The sedan was so big that it was carried by sixty-four evil ghosts. It was a sedan, but it was basically a palace.

It's just different from what everyone thinks.

The palace carried by evil spirits is not gloomy, but sacred and shining.

A group of Yin soldiers beat gongs and drums and marched towards the palace.

Look closely.

There were many soldiers holding banners and flags high.

This flag is raised: 'The Yin God guards the Yang.'

The one holding up the flag: 'Justice and impartiality.'

Look again.

The Bazhou City God is as powerful as a prison, he can judge yang and yin, and he can check everything. There are more banners and flags of this type.

"Zhang Chenghuang rescues those who are in distress. He is brave enough to deal with yin and yang. Bless you, bless you. May the weather be good this year, and may my brother who is the bodyguard be safe."

There is fear.

Of course there is respect.

There are many people in the city who offer incense to the City God. Even some middle- and lower-class warriors who are used to licking blood from their swords will offer statues of the City God in their homes for no other reason than to one day suffer a sudden and violent death.

If you can be selected by the City God, you can enter the City God's temple as a Yin soldier and continue to protect your family.

certainly.

Only the middle and lower class warriors are like this. The most powerful people who have understood the true meaning of martial arts regard themselves as gods and disrespect the world. They do not think that being a Yin military commander in the City God's Division is a good place to go.

The strong have their own way of dying.

It was vigorous when alive, but turned into dust and smoke after death.

When the Lord enters the city, he sits down and acts as someone else's pawn. If he speaks out, he will be ashamed of his colleagues.

"Zhang boldly!"

"Zhang boldly!!"

The palace sedan has just entered the city.

Just as he was about to go to Bazhou City God's Mansion, a low voice sounded from all around.

In the palace sedan, Zhang Chenghuang and Master Zhang were sleeping soundly.

Hearing the call, an excited spirit sat up from the bed and suspiciously asked the ghost maid who was accompanying him: "Did you hear the sound?"

"Master, this slave didn't hear anything."

The maid wore a bellyband and looked respectful.

After hearing that the maid said she didn't hear any sound, Zhang boldly turned over and lay down again, muttering: "What a ghost, I seem to hear my senior brother calling me."

"How brave of you."

"I don't even practice Qigong, I just feel lazy all day long."

The sounds came from all directions again.

Zhang boldly opened his eyes suddenly, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Senior brother, is it you? Don't scare me. You know me. I'm not that courageous."

Woo woo woo

Suddenly a spring breeze came, and thousands of trees and flowers bloomed.

Zhang DaDa quickly raised his eyes and looked up.

Enter the eyes.

The surrounding space rippled like water waves, and then opened from it, and a young Taoist wearing a white robe with red edges and a hairpin on his head walked out.

"Teacher, senior brother!"

Saw someone coming.

Zhang DaDa was stunned for a moment, then shook his head fiercely.

After going back and forth to make sure that he was not dreaming, he stared and said, "Senior brother, it's really you. I thought I was hallucinating."

Said.

Zhang Dabao was a little unsure: "Brother, aren't you enjoying the blessings in the immortal world? Why did you come to the Sanyang world?" He muttered in a low voice: "Could it be that you were corrupted and were driven down?"

"You're so corrupt."

Zhang Heng said angrily: "I came to see Master, and I came to see you by the way."

Finished.

Zhang Heng looked at Zhang DaDang again.

There is no change in this guy. Even the scarlet city god's official robe looks a bit nondescript and indescribably funny when worn on him.

And judging from the aura on his body.

The incense is rich and the divine light shines everywhere.

No need to ask, he has given up on practicing the Dharma and has switched to cultivating incense and becoming a Shinto.

Of course, this is what should be done.

When it comes to cultivation, Zhang DaDa’s talent for cultivation is just that, and he can’t achieve much by correcting the method.

It is better to take the road of incense and become a god.

You know, now that Maoshan has opened up the Yin Division, it is bound to take control of the Netherworld.

Over the course of time, Yin Earth has the power, and there are as many incense as there are. It is almost certain that in the future, Maoshan will inevitably have Shinto and Immortal ways running side by side.

for example.

Disciples join the sect and practice the path to immortality, but the path to immortality is difficult and many disciples with low qualifications cannot go far at all.

what to do.

First-rate talents cultivate immortality, while second-rate and third-rate talents turn to Shintoism and practice with the help of incense.

The time is still short, so there is no improvement.

In the future.

Judging from this development, it is impossible to say that Maoshan will produce one or two Shinto greats from Shinto.

Just saying that.

Whether to come out or when to come out, that is the question.

One million years, ten million years, or one hundred million years.

Or in the next era, no one can predict this, but there is some hope.

"You are rich now."

Zhang Heng looked at the decorations in the palace sedan: "There are loud gongs and drums coming in and out, and maids as companions. I heard from the master that you still like to dress up as an old man and bring opportunities to some unlucky people. What, you also want to accept a disciple?"

"That's not true."

Zhang DaDang stood by and laughed: "I am only half a bucket of water myself, so there is no need to teach someone a half bucket of water. At most, I just want to see who pleases me and give me some benefits to relieve my boredom."

There was a pause.

Zhang Bingdao couldn't help but ask again: "Brother, how are you in the fairy world? Isn't the fairy world very fun, just like the legend, full of opportunities, singing and dancing all day long?"

He gave Zhang DaDa a playful look.

It is true that opportunities are everywhere. Compared with the lower world, there are more opportunities in the fairy world.

But the question is, are those opportunities yours?

Fairyland.
To be continued...