One day later, Zhao Sheng returned to the Divine Prison in a very low-key manner.
Not long after, the news that Leng Sha and his two men died crossing the Shenhu Lake had spread, and all the prison guards were discussing the matter.
When prison captain Ren Zhong learned that the two prison guards were buried together in Yueshen Lake, his brows were furrowed as high as the sky.
The Divine Prison was already short of manpower, and now two more people died, which simply added to the chaos!
The job of a prison lieutenant is not easy to do, and it is even more difficult for a prison lieutenant who comes down from the air!
Thinking of having to deal with a bunch of squatters again, Ren Zhong felt a severe pain in his forehead.
After all, whether this person dies outside and dies in prison are completely different concepts.
When a prison guard dies under mysterious circumstances, the prison guard also has to bear some joint responsibility for the lax management.
Zhao Sheng didn't know how Ren Zhong handled this little trouble.
Anyway, two days later, two new people came to the prison, and Ren Zhong was still serving as the prison captain.
In other words, the death of the two prison guards only caused a small stir, and no one soon cared about it.
In this matter, the senior officials of the Prison Temple used this as an excuse to cause some commotion, and finally the Yin Yamen of Chu State City paid a sum of blood to settle the matter.
Zhao Sheng was also summoned and questioned twice, but he was allowed to hide it easily.
In the final analysis, it was just two insignificant prison guards who died, and there was no big commotion at all.
On the contrary, it was the death of the Black Fish God that surprised the major families in Chu State City. They sent people to investigate the matter, but in the end nothing was found.
As the days passed, Zhao Sheng worked diligently in front of his second-class prison guard while secretly visiting the major monastic families in Chu City.
Just like when he came into contact with the Gu family, he pretended to be an alchemist, a talisman refiner, a weapon refiner or other monks from other places, in order to conduct transactions with major families, hoping to enter each family's scripture collection pavilion.
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The result was not what he expected.
Almost no monastic family would refuse this deal. After all, Zhao Sheng's mere offering of a few bargaining chips was enough to make them flock to it.
During the transaction, he also encountered "black-hearted people", but he was able to deal with them easily. Instead, the evil-hearted family suffered great misfortune. The family's foundations unexpectedly died one after another, and the family's power declined greatly.
In just three years, Zhao Sheng succeeded more than ten times, and the Sutra Collection Pavilion of more than 90% of the thousand-year-old families in Chu State City has become a public place that he can enter whenever he wants.
Over the past three years, Zhao Sheng has also improved his level step by step.
When the thousand-year-old ghost imprisoned on the eighteenth floor of the Divine Prison was secretly refined by him, the Karma Red Lotus evolved into nine petals as expected.
Similarly, Zhao Sheng also smoothly advanced to the later stage of foundation building without any setbacks.
The unexplained disappearance of the thousand-year-old ghost also caused quite a stir in the Divine Prison.
However, after a month of investigation, no useful clues were found, and in the end, the case had to be left alone, becoming one of the many unsolved cases in the Divine Prison.
The Divine Prison has been established for a long time, and countless strange and unknown things have happened during this period. There are many endless cases in history, and this one is not missing.
However, the Divine Prison also took advantage of this incident to carry out a major overhaul, and severely improved the relaxed atmosphere in the prison. The level of defense was much tighter than before.
In addition, the three newly arrived first-class prison guards directly took the blame. They clearly performed their duties but were blamed for a big mistake.
Speaking of the spy from the Heaven Defying Alliance, unfortunately, he went through so much trouble to sneak into the Divine Prison. He wanted to make a big splash, but he was unlucky enough to encounter this incident, and his entire popularity was almost shattered.
Anyway, Zhao Sheng does not admit that he has ruined other people's good things. Even if he knows the truth in the future, he will only think about this person.
The Divine Prison is such a heavily guarded place. If it was so easy to be destroyed by people acting inside and outside, this ghost place would have fallen countless times.
Over the years as a prison guard, Zhao Sheng has already understood the ins and outs of the Divine Prison.
With his experience in the Nascent Soul Realm, it is not difficult to see that the most powerful part of the Divine Prison is not the numerous defensive restrictions, nor the golden elixir puppets, formations, etc.
The most powerful thing seems inconspicuous, but it is everywhere.
It is the picture of the prison god engraved on the top of every cell.
This picture is related to a certain unknown formation. Once activated, there is a high probability that the true form of the Prison God will be summoned.
In the Book of Gods of Tiandao Sect, the Prison God is a powerful "god" close to the emperor level, with unfathomable strength.
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Time flies, time flies.
Year 1201 of the seventh era of the Tiandao Calendar
This year, Zhao Sheng had just passed his sixty-fifth birthday, but he had already reached the stage of foundation-building perfection and was waiting for the opportunity to be promoted to the golden elixir.
One day, the sky was dim, and a huge city eighty miles due west of Chu State City was waking up from silence, and the noise gradually came from it.
This city is called Cangmo City, and it is one of the four great cities of Chu State. There are rows of pavilions and shops in the city, and large-scale low-rise houses can be seen everywhere. Most of the roads in the city except the main roads are in tatters, and the residents in the city wear old clothes.
, most of them are exposed.
There are more than a million residents in Cangmo City, but 99% of them are mortals, and most of them are servants or slaves who serve the wealthy families in Chu City.
On a street in the city, a big rat with fluffy hair and a body as white as snow suddenly poked its head out of the corner.
Those jewel-like crystal eyes peered into the street for a while, then emerged from the body with great dexterity, turned into a ray of white light, and quickly passed through the rows of houses, streets and houses.
The big white mouse soon came to a huge circular square, hid in a corner, and peeped at what was going on in the square.
The ground of this square is actually paved with three-foot-square jade-white stone slabs. The ground is also inlaid with countless complicated and mysterious red runes, which are extremely clear.
At this time, the square was crowded with people who came to listen to the sermon.
In the middle of the square, there is a high black jade platform, on which sits a thin old Taoist wearing purple clothes and crane hair. The old Taoist is holding a wooden staff with a dragon head and is preaching to the people below.
"There are two suns in the sky as the sun god, there are dragon gods hidden in the lakes and seas on the earth, and there is an old dragon king in the Canglang River, who moves the clouds and spreads rain for all living beings..."
"You all, the drought has not subsided for three years, all because you don't understand the heart of heaven, and you need to show sincerity from the ten directions..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Come on! Everyone, hurry up and show your sincerity. The Master will beg for rain for all living beings." A Taoist priest in green robes held a wooden plate and whispered to the crowd.
, asking people for money everywhere.
Seeing this, many devout believers took out their silver coins and threw them into the wooden tray. The wooden tray was soon filled with gold, silver and copper coins.
The big white rat bared its teeth and its eyes glowed red, looking at the old purple-robed Taoist on the altar from a distance, looking ready to make a move.
At this moment, a slender figure suddenly appeared in front of it. One hand grabbed the fur at the back of the mouse's neck and lifted it up.
The white rat was frightened, and the white hairs all over its body exploded. Dots of white light rushed to the tips of the hairs, which would activate the rat hair needles.
"Dabai, you are very naughty, you actually sneaked here. What, could it be that you don't want to eat incense today but cannibalize people?"
The man who spoke had a simple face and short stature. He was wearing a gray robe and a pair of black boots.
It was Zhao Sheng after his disguise.
Squeak!
Dabai struggled with his four claws and squeaked, as if he was trying to explain something.
Zhao Sheng looked nonchalant and casually put Dabai on his shoulder, then raised his head and looked at the old Taoist on the balcony.
After just a few glances, he turned around and walked out.
There has been a severe drought in Diant Chong Province for three consecutive years. There has been almost no harvest in the fields. Tens of millions of people have been displaced due to the drought. Many prefectures and counties in the province have blocked traffic and created isolation zones where people are starving to death.
The people are incalculable.
It is said that when disasters occur, countless strange ghosts and gods appear.
It was very common in the Dagu Dynasty to plunder people's wealth under the pretense of asking for rain.
This kind of thing has long been accepted by all the major forces. In the end, 28% of the money collected was divided into 20% by those who stood in front of the stage and played tricks, and the remaining 80% belonged to the wealthy people behind the scenes.
Zhao Sheng was like an ordinary person, walking leisurely on the street, but no one noticed his trace wherever he passed.
Not long after, Zhao Sheng came to a vegetable market.
It was daylight at this time, and the vegetable market street was already very lively, with various vegetable stalls and small shops lined up in a row. The vendors behind the stalls enthusiastically solicited customers, and the sound of hawking could not be heard.
Zhao Sheng walked westward along the street and suddenly stopped under a red willow tree at the corner of the street.
The ghost market in Cangmo City is on this street, and the red willow trees planted along the street are the entrance to the ghost market.
The reason why he left the black market under Zhenyun Peak and came to Cangmo City instead was precisely because of the ghost market here.
The ghost market is a black market within a black market. Most of the internal sales and transactions involve evil spirits and outsiders, and most of them are weird things made by evil spirits.
It can be said that all contraband items that are not allowed to be sold by the Tiandao Sect, and all dirty items that the black market dare not trade openly and openly, are all available in the ghost market.
In other words, the ghost market is also very dangerous, and gangsters are very common, but most of the monks who dare to enter are of extraordinary strength.
At a certain moment, the branches of the red willow tree suddenly fluttered, as if a demon was waving its claws.
At this time, Zhao Sheng suddenly frowned and saw the branches of the red willow tree rustling. Under the broad daylight, strange eyes seemed to have appeared in the gaps between the branches and leaves, staring at him indifferently.
Zhao Sheng scanned the tree with his consciousness and felt a little surprised.
Although the yin energy of this red willow tree is strong, it is not as cold as imagined.
"Sure enough, there are some skills." He thought to himself, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the trunk of the willow tree.
According to the entry method obtained, I stretched out my hand and tapped three short and one long times on the tree trunk four times, and input three rays of spiritual power at the same time.
Suddenly, a green eye opened from the tree trunk, blinked, and the pupils were burning with a faint green flame.
Zhao Sheng took a step back and looked directly into his green eyes.
At this moment, a layer of green light shot out from his eyes and spread, covering Zhao Sheng's whole body.
As the light and shadow in front of him changed, he suddenly appeared on a narrow street. There were small stalls on both sides of the street, filled with all kinds of filthy and disgusting organs, as well as all kinds of strange and weird things.
Most of the utensils are also shining with dark lights such as gray, black and red.
The stall owners all wore hooded black robes and various masks on their faces, and the masks actually had the effect of blocking their spiritual consciousness.
There are quite a few "people" in the ghost market, but the voices on the street are very low, almost whispering.
The vendors in the ghost market are highly mobile. Sometimes, within half a year, the stall owners in the ghost market may change several times.
But there are exceptions to everything. There are more than a dozen stalls in the ghost market that never change people all year round, and their locations are always the most conspicuous, so people can see them at a glance when they come in.
Although it was Zhao Sheng's first time to come to the ghost market, he behaved like an old bird.
At this moment, Dabai seemed to be attracted by something, squatting on Zhao Sheng's shoulder and screaming.
He swept through the many stalls in the ghost market, then flashed and appeared in front of a stall thirty feet away.
The stall owner of this stall looks very ordinary, but he has no ears and a cold aura surging all over his body. As soon as you approach him, you will feel a chill running up your back.
Of course, Zhao Sheng is not afraid of this evil spirit.
There were not many things on the stall in front of him, including a black mask, a finger-sized colorless crystal, and an eight-armed golden statue of a headless god.
This statue of the god is not only filled with the power of rich incense, but also exudes a strange aura.
Snapped!
Dabai jumped to the ground and circled around the stall, never taking his eyes off the headless statue.
Zhao Sheng pointed to the headless statue and asked, "What is this?"
"You'll know it's good when you buy it." The stall owner's words were surprisingly simple.
Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand to pick up the statue.
But when your fingers touch the surface of the statue.
A bone-chilling chill suddenly surged into my mind from the statue of lightning.
The black air steamed, and an eight-armed demon suddenly appeared in the sea of Zhao Sheng's soul. It was a majestic figure, thousands of feet tall, with eight arms stretched out in all directions. Each arm was wrapped with a demonic dragon, with black scales on the horns of a sheep, a body of a dragon, and tiger claws. The whole body was pitch black.
A head quickly grew out of the demon's neck. The facial features were somewhat similar to those of Zhao Sheng, but the expression on the head was hideous and terrifying, full of evil intentions.
As the demon appeared, countless colors kept popping up in Zhao Sheng's mind. These colors were all emotions and desires such as joy, anger, sorrow, joy, bitterness, greed, anger, ignorance, etc.
At this moment, a majestic and sacred voice suddenly echoed in my heart.
"Lawless, supreme bliss, floating in the world, boundless divine power, my divine name is: Dragon Control God Lord!"
Hong Zhong Da Lu resounded in Zhao Sheng's heart. The eight-armed evil demon smiled ferociously and danced its arms. Eight filthy black dragons flew away from its body and were about to fall into the sea of souls.
"presumptuous!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a thick bolt of thunder fell from the sky, and lightning struck the demon's head.
In an instant, this huge divine body was torn into pieces and dissipated into a plume of black smoke.
outside world,
There was just a click, and the headless statue suddenly cracked open numerous cracks, revealing a crystal-clear jade-like bone that seemed to be a relic.
Zhao Sheng came back to his senses and felt the power of incense emanating from the bones, thinking deeply in his heart.
He probably knew something. This skeleton was actually a fragment of the heart core of the Flying Pluto. It had been made into a container for collecting incense by a certain expert, and was put into the body of the statue as a sacrifice.
The eight-armed demon was most likely the remnant of a powerful ghost and god, but was defeated by him.
At this moment, the stall owner opposite suddenly let out a muffled groan, and a ghostly hissing sound came from his body. A large amount of black smoke evaporated from his robe. His body was like a deflated balloon, and he was quickly losing weight.
He screamed repeatedly and rolled on the ground.
Zhao Sheng waved his hand, put away the statue, then stepped back and watched coldly.