Qing Linglong almost broke her heart when she saw Shen Qinglian being bound by five chains and looking so embarrassed.
In hundreds of years, she had never seen Shen Qinglian in such a miserable state. The Taoist genius who was so high-spirited back then was sitting on the ground like this, with his clothes in tatters, his hair slightly disheveled, and stained with blood.
"He is from Maoshan!"
The anger in Qing Linglong's heart suddenly rose, especially when she glared at Zhang Ziyu, the Love Gu Golden Silkworm flew to Zhang Ziyu's door with a whooshing sound, and asked: "Boy, you know he let you go
several times?!"
"exquisite"
Shen Qinglian suddenly called out to the angry Qing Linglong. He wiped the blood from his mouth and showed a gentle smile. He shook his head gently: "If we lose, we lose. Besides, we..."
He didn't finish his words, his eyes drifted to the direction of Longhu Mountain, and the fighting there suddenly stopped.
Zhang Shenji abandoned the mahogany sword in his hand and smiled calmly, indicating that he had surrendered.
It's not that he can't be defeated, at least he can still deal with it, and escaping doesn't seem to be a problem, but it's just pointless.
If they were just trying to survive, they wouldn't have to do so many things and spend most of their lives doing it.
They just want to save the cultivation world and are a little paranoid, but not entirely for themselves.
Now that we have lost, we have lost.
Qing Linglong came to Shen Qing Lian Shen and wanted to help him up.
"Untie the chains!"
"Untie it."
The one who spoke was Zhang Ziyu. Whether the chain was still there or not, Shen Qinglian no longer had the ability to resist. Now that he was exhausted, there was almost no spiritual power or ghost energy in his body.
Everyone in Maoshan took back the chains, and Qing Linglong reluctantly helped Shen Qinglian up.
"It's dragging you down."
Shen Qinglian said softly when Qing Linglong helped him up.
Qing Linglong was stunned and hummed: "I am willing to do this, what does it have to do with you?"
Shen Qinglian smiled, he held Qing Linglong's hand and looked at Zhang Ziyu.
Without saying any polite words, he waved his hand, and the vagina slowly flew towards Zhang Ziyu. As soon as he arrived, the vagina, which was emitting a dull black light, went dark again.
"Ahem"
Shen Qinglian actually took the initiative to cut off the connection between himself and the Yinmen.
"This vagina is given to you."
He looked up at Zhang Ziyu, and the huge vagina fell in front of Zhang Ziyu, an ownerless and powerful spiritual weapon.
"You are more knowledgeable than I am, and the origin of the ghost species in my ghost control technique is also inspired by the artifacts you refined. If you master the ghost control technique, you will definitely go further than me, and you won't have to take so many detours.
If one day the spiritual energy is cut off and you have no other option, then use these ghost species, which are safer."
Shen Qinglian was explaining the funeral affairs, Zhang Ziyu looked at him, and then his eyes fell on the vagina.
"I'm sorry, Grand Master, uncle, I still have some ways to solve the problem of the spiritual energy being cut off, so let's forget about the Yin Gate."
Zhang Ziyu raised the Ten Thousand Bone Sword in his hand, and then the sword energy was restrained, turning into a thorn light that hit the Yin Gate.
In an instant, the Yin Qi and Ghost Qi above the Yin Gate began to collapse, and the white bones were absorbed by the Ten Thousand Bone Sword, and then turned into powder and dispersed in an instant.
The Yin Gate has no owner at this time, and is completely helpless against Zhang Ziyu's destructive methods.
His action was beyond Shen Qinglian's expectations, which stunned Shen Qinglian, and soon he showed a wry smile.
If he had had such ambition back then, would he still have thought about how to mess with the ghost master?
"Maoshan disciple Shen Qinglian is unfilial, violated the first precept of Maoshan, and fell into evil ways. This sin cannot be forgiven."
Shen Qinglian suddenly shouted loudly, and after laughing for a long time, he suddenly lost his voice, his power was exhausted, his soul was extinguished, and he died here.
Qing Linglong didn't stop, her eyes were full of crystal tears. She hugged the limp body of Shen Qinglian, hugged her tightly, and half sat on the ground. The silver jewelry on her body made a tinkling sound, like a sad song.
She didn't say another word. The love poison golden silkworm flying around her landed leisurely, stopped on her shoulder, and then stopped moving.
She closed her eyes, and suddenly her breath was cut off, and she lost her power and died.
Zhang Shenji shook his head and chuckled, then nodded to the Longhu Mountain disciples and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Shenji, the unscrupulous disciple of Longhu Mountain, committed suicide to atone for his sins."
The peach wood sword fell, his eyes gradually closed, his gray hair suddenly turned into snow-white appearance, and there was no sound again.
"Amitabha."
There was a sound of the Buddha's name in the distance, and the ghosts and Buddhas left the dust and silently recited the scriptures, and gradually fell into silence.
Everyone present was silent.
After all, these people who died were once the elders of their own sect, and now they commit suicide in front of these juniors. It is impossible to say that their psychology is not complicated.
But if you make a mistake, you have to pay the price. Every choice has a price.
With the tip of Zhang Ziyu's finger, white magic light fell into the ground. He used the transformation technique, and the ground quickly deformed, condensing into a large sarcophagus to wrap Shen Qinglian and Qing Linglong in it.
"As the acting headmaster of Maoshan, I take this oath to make up for the mistakes of my uncle Taishi and senior Qing Linglong. I will do good deeds, accumulate virtue, build bridges and pave roads, and compensate the world."
Zhang Ziyu looked serious. Maoshan people protect their shortcomings. If one of their own makes a mistake, they have to pay the price. If Maoshan fails to teach others well, they have to pay the price and make compensation.
The dead cannot be resurrected, and the number of innocent people is incalculable, so this good deed should be repaid to the world.
Zhang Ziyu still has property, and Maoshan still has countless disciples who have come down from the mountain to do good deeds. If he can afford this debt, he must bear it.
Hanqing didn't have any objection, and nodded to express his agreement with Zhang Ziyu's handling opinions.
"Shan, Longhushan has borne the debt of my uncle Zhang Shenji from Longhushan. This is a fault and must be repaid."
"Amitabha, to pay Master Chen's debt, the Lotus Buddha Sect also has a share of responsibility. The cycle of cause and effect requires us to pay for it."
The affairs of Shen Qing Lian and the four others have been settled for the time being, but there are still one hundred thousand ghost species on Mengyin Ge Mountain.
The fog gradually dissipated, and everyone could see the ghost species that looked like blue flames. They were dense, cold and scary.
The ghost species must be dealt with. Zhang Ziyu glanced at this thing and found that the circuit had already been drawn.
Even ordinary people can fuse, and as long as they are lucky, they can truly become a ghost master.
It's probably the version of the pet elf in the Republic of China. Each person has one to call for battle.
He said it was fun, but Zhang Ziyu knew that this was just a hurdle to get started, and he could barely get over it.
If you continue to practice, the negative impact of ghosts on people will still not be resolved. Those ghosts going berserk and losing themselves will definitely happen.
One hundred thousand ghosts, even if only half of them succeed, and even if only one-tenth of the half of them will lose control and become half-human, half-ghost murderous monsters, the number will be at least 8,000 or 10,000.
With such a quantity, it would be strange not to be devastated.
Zhang Ziyu thought for a while and then said: "One hundred thousand ghost species, Maoshan will take 40,000 back to be saved, and the remaining ghost species will trouble you seniors."
"Yes, Longhushan 20,000."
"Zaoge Mountain has exceeded 20,000."
"The Lotus Buddha Sect has saved twenty thousand people."
The four major sects each claimed the number that needed to be saved, and each used their magical powers to collect the ghost seeds.
When the hundred thousand ghost seeds are put away, most of the Yin Qi and ghost energy in Yinge Mountain will be dissipated, but the remaining Yin Qi accumulated in it cannot be dissipated.
There are Yin veins in Yinge Mountain. Previously, Shen Qinglian planned to use the Yin Gate to connect the Yin veins, completely melt them, and then use this as a support to break the gap between the two worlds when the Seven Stars eclipse the moon, introduce the Yin Qi of the underworld, and semi-permanently create a small
The realm of the underworld.
But now because of the appearance of Zhang Ziyu and others, everything has changed.
The dust has settled on this matter. Although the four major factions have won the victory, many elders are injured and may not fully recover if they do not recover for a year or two.
This is just not to use deadly force, to use real fire, otherwise at least someone will die.
Zhang Ziyu returned to Maoshan with the coffins of Shen Qinglian and Qing Linglong.
The coffin was not buried in Maoshan. Shen Qinglian made such a big mistake and it was not appropriate to be buried in Maoshan.
Not to mention, Qing Linglong was also in the coffin, and they were buried together.
Zhang Ziyu found a low hill under Maoshan Mountain. The feng shui was acceptable. The main thing was that no one would bother him. He erected a monument and didn't write anything about Maoshan Disciple and Luohua Successor.
Just write a letter to the tombs of Shen Qinglian and Qing Linglong, and then nothing else.
After handling this matter, all Zhang Ziyu has to do is continue to arrange matters in Maoshan.