Chapter 69 Ancestral spirits take refuge, the great judge of the temple!
When the demons in Dongshan are dancing wildly.
A person came outside the mountain village, a ghost to be precise.
This man was wearing official uniform, probably in his forties, with a face as white as jade, and he was walking slowly on the official road.
He took a few feet in one step, but the strange thing was that the people around him turned a blind eye to it.
This man's name is Xi Fang. He was originally a county guard a hundred years ago. He was loved by the people during his lifetime. Some people even set up a longevity tablet for him at home. After his death, he became the ancestral spirit of the Xi family.
The so-called ancestral spirits are also a kind of ghosts, gods and spirits in heaven and earth. All things have spirits, and if they have deep opportunities, they can give birth to wisdom.
Ancestral spirits are generally the ancestors of a family. They only guard one family and will rise and fall with the rise and fall of the family.
Now that the Xi family is not as powerful as before, Xi Fang can't maintain his body, so he goes out to look for opportunities to maintain his body.
"Hey, there are too many evil gods and wild immortals." Xi Fang sighed.
To maintain his body, he needs to swallow the souls of other ghosts and gods. The stronger ones cannot be beaten by him, while the weak ones are bloody and no different from monsters. This kind of swallowing will cause endless troubles.
You can only find some newly born souls, or gods who have never been in contact with blood.
"Eh? Yes!"
Xi Fang saw that the temples in the village in front were filled with white air and very smooth.
The moment he saw this thing, Xi Fang was very excited.
Isn't this what you are looking for?
In this world where war is raging and demons are raging, it is not easy to have such a pure temple.
Thinking of this, Xi Fang transformed into a short businessman.
He grabbed the people in the village and asked, "Old man, what temple is in front of you? What gods are enshrined?"
"Oh, this is Wulang Temple! It bless us with a good hunting harvest."
"Is it spiritual?"
"It's amazing, I shot two wild boars the day before yesterday." The old man said with a simple and honest smile. This man is the village chief Yang Dashan.
"Okay, I'll go and pay my respects too."
Xi Fang felt strange that there was such a kind god in this small countryside, and he actually brought benefits to the believers.
I have been to Dongshan Hou Village before, but I have never heard of Wulang Shen. It is probably that it was born in recent days.
This kind of little god is nothing to worry about.
Thinking of this, Xi Fang swaggered into the temple and saw an inverted statue looking at him.
"Edict!!"
Xi Fang showed his original shape and took out a treasure vase from nowhere. There was a willow branch in the vase. He pinched the willow branch and sprinkled a drop of water on the statue.
The water carries the power to suppress everything.
At this time, the statue shone brightly and a Taoist priest in green robe appeared.
"What a courageous dog!!" Song Lin shouted angrily.
A ball of flame is fired, and the water evaporates immediately.
Then a flying sword was pointed directly at the center of Xi Fang's eyebrows.
Bang!
The treasure bottle was directly knocked away.
Xi Fanggang wanted to run away, but when he turned around, he found soldiers with green faces, fangs, and disheveled hair standing behind them like barbarians. They were so densely packed that the entire temple could no longer stand.
When he turned around, he saw Song Lin's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Are the soldiers strong and the horses strong?"
"Your Majesty, spare your life..." Xi's face turned green and white, and finally he lowered his noble head.
Just as Song Lin was about to kill this man, Xi Fang suddenly knelt down.
"Your Majesty, wait a minute! I know a lot of things and am willing to work for you!"
Song Lin thought for a while and said, "Give me a reason."
"Sir, you probably don't know how to advance and practice the gods, right? I can explain it to you."
"good!"
Song Lin waved his sleeves and robe, and the ghosts and gods disappeared and entered the underworld inside the statue.
As the name suggests, Yintu is the land of the underworld.
The sky is gray all year round, hundreds of acres of gloomy soil are shrouded in hazy ghost fog, and a mansion is looming. There are one hundred and twenty rampant soldiers guarding the mansion, and every place is filled with evil spirits.
The two sat down in the pavilion.
"Say it."
"Sir, should you be a Tunzhi Yincao? A Tunzhi Yincao must have at least 10,000 followers to be promoted to a Quzhi Yincao. A Quzhi Yincao must have at least 100,000 followers to be promoted to a ministry position. During the promotion process, there is a chance that supernatural powers will be produced, and the title will be consistent with the supernatural powers."
"I see, how can I obtain other priesthoods?"
Of course Song Lin would not be satisfied with a simple title of hunting. The Chen Dynasty had a population of over 100 million and there were only a few million hunters.
According to Xi Fang's theory, the most he can do is get a school position, but there is still a long way to go to reach the higher level of a capital position or a general position.
"You can inherit the priesthood by swallowing the god's soul."
"I see, you can give it a try."
"Sir, the hunting gods are not bad. Most of the people in Dongshan County make a living by hunting. Without the hunting gods, there are only two mountain gods, Mu Jushi and Dongshan Shiweng."
Xi Fang secretly cursed that this little god was too ignorant.
Wanting more priests means annexing and conquering other temples. Everyone has similar believers and the same cultivation level, so even if they win, it will be a miserable victory.
Moreover, most gods have regional characteristics, and believers may not necessarily recognize them, which makes it a thankless task.
"You think I can't?"
"Young ones don't dare."
"Can I add this?"
The clouds and mist parted, and a ball of moonlight appeared in front.
The light source is a jade tree stump, about the size of a bowl.
The moment he came into contact with this light, Xi Fang suddenly felt his soul solidify and his mana surge.
"What a divine object! Is this the Taiyin Moonlight?"
If those rampant soldiers stay here for a year and a half, their combat effectiveness may be doubled.
"Yes, there will be more in the future."
Song Lin had long discovered that the lunar moonlight had a beneficial effect on ghosts and gods. There was no extra energy for them in reality, but the virtual world could.
With the blessing of laurel trees and moon bricks, the strength of the rampant soldiers will continue to increase.
"If I want to unify the underworld, how successful can I be?"
Xi Fang looked at the laurel tree. This thing can gaze into the soul, allowing ghosts and gods to survive without relying on believers. It can attract many ghosts, gods and ancestral spirits to seek refuge.
But it is too difficult to dominate the world.
There are so many great ghost and demon masters in the world, which one is not really capable?
"One percent."
"And what about this?"
Song Lin pointed at the rampant soldiers who behaved in a controlled manner.
Xi Fang looked at the poor 120 soldiers and couldn't bear to attack Song Lin, so he added 0.50% to save his face.
"One-fifty-one."
"What if this number is increased ten thousand times?"
"Xi Fang, the ancestral spirit of the Xi family! Meet the lord!!"
"Okay! Today I am reforming the system. Under me is the altar temple. I appoint you as the chief judge of the altar temple. The judge is responsible for the altar of good and evil, the altar of day and night, the altar of supervision, and the weapon training chamber. You are the only one at the moment. I will add more later.
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"Tomorrow you lead twenty rampant soldiers to wander around the area, capturing evil spirits and training them."
Song Lin had been following Zi Yuan for a long time, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he also learned a lot of ways to attack the enemy.
There are five rampant soldiers and all kinds of water spirits and mountain ghosts. It's just a good time to practice your skills in this world.
"As you command!"
Xi Fang half-knelt and said.
He was forced to join. Although this hunting lord was just a little god, his knowledge was truly astonishing and he had established a system early on.
Suddenly I had a very ridiculous idea in my mind, maybe there is a chance to make it happen?
Temple world first year.
The Caotai team at the foot of the hill was thus formed, and Song Lin did not know what its future and fate would be.
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(I'd better ask for a follow-up reading. The recent Kawen update is a bit uncertain, I'm sorry. If you have a monthly pass, you can reward me with one.)