Chapter 138 Rebuild the Netherworld and reproduce the Six Paths of Reincarnation Why?
Under the night, the air is billowing and foggy.
A gorgeous vermilion carriage, pulled by four majestic stone horses, flew on the official road from Guangyuan County to Wenhe County.
Even if the city god of the county government travels on a whim, the standards are much higher than those of the county master in the underworld.
In front of the car is a powerful ghost with a green face and fangs carrying the City God.
On both sides are sixteen ghost soldiers holding halberds, black armor and black helmets, with expressionless faces.
Next to the car window, a ghost general was flying.
It looks like an ape and a pig, with lips like cinnabar, eyes like mirrors, long horns on the top of its head, and green fleshy wings on its back. It is more than ten feet long. It holds an ax in its hand, and there is a faint flash of electric light.
It glanced in the direction of Wenhe County, and then slightly arched its hands towards the car window.
"It's just a matter of dealing with a mere county lord. As for me, will you personally take action?"
Behind the windless curtains, a middle-aged man's face was revealed.
He has a pale appearance, a calm expression, and indifferent eyes. He is currently reading a book and stroking the seal of the City God.
"This statement is fallacious.
This Wenhe County is the second-ranked county among the eight counties under our county, and it can also be called a large county.
The former county head Chu Huan has been operating here for many years and is deeply rooted in the business. His father is also related to the Li Gui family.
At least on the surface, she is quite respectful to me, so I turn a blind eye and let her take control of Wenhe County.
Who would have thought that a big king from the south of the city suddenly appeared, not only forced Chu Huan away, but also supported Xiu Huan to rise to power, but he never informed me.
But for me, this is an excellent opportunity to completely capture Wenhe County."
The ghost scratched his ears and cheeks, his eyes widened, and he listened in a daze.
"But... I can just send the generals to take action, so why go there in person?"
Fucheng Huang smiled.
"I have long asked you to read more books, but you just didn't listen.
The reason is very simple. He forced Chu Huan away instead of killing him, which shows that his strength is higher than Chu Huan, but he has not reached the level of prefect.
This great king in the south of the city is probably one of the best among the titled county lords.
Only if I personally take action? When the foundation is not stable, can we complete the work in one battle? Without leaving any future troubles."
The ghost general finally understood? Nodding slightly: "The ghosts in Wenhe County caused chaos for no reason, which just happened to expose the big king's trump card."
A faint light flashed in the eyes of Fucheng Huang, and then he sighed with compassion: "That's right, the ghosts in Wenhe County obviously can't stand the man who is dominating them. Is this why they mutiny? But it hurts the people in the county.
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"hiss……"
The four stone horses leading the cart suddenly raised their heads and roared loudly, trembling violently, and the cart shook.
Fucheng Huang in the car suddenly opened his eyes.
On the other side of the fog, under the hazy moonlight, I saw a huge white horse flying towards me and landing on the border of the county town.
There was a young monk sitting cross-legged on the horse. After a while, the bull's head and horse's face jumped up and down, carrying Fangfengshi, and rushed behind the horse.
"Monk?"
Fucheng Huang was startled.
He flew out of the carriage and floated in the air, holding the black city god's seal with his left hand and stroking his beard with his right hand.
"As a monk, how dare you interfere in the affairs of the Netherworld? You are so bold. Don't you know that there is an order to kill monks in the Netherworld and the demon world?"
Zhou Yi raised his head and stared at the middle-aged man wearing a high crown and red robe in mid-air.
Then he whispered the Buddha's name in a low voice.
"Amitabha, as a city god, you are enshrined by human incense and have jurisdiction over all the ghosts in the county. You should benefit the people. But instead of doing that, you secretly instigated the ghosts in Wenhe County to cause chaos. Could it be that the people of Wenhe County are not your people?
Already?"
Before Fucheng Huang could speak, the ghost general next to him was already furious.
"Be brave! Don't slander anyone! My Lord, the City God, does good deeds day and night and benefits the people. How can I allow you to slander me here?"
"Is this ghost a fool?" "Indeed, even if he is not stupid, he is also an idiot."
The bull-headed and horse-faced men looked at each other with a sneer, then realized something, instantly darkened their faces, and turned their heads at the same time.
In mid-air, Fucheng Huang's eyes flickered and he said calmly: "Little monk, stop talking nonsense. You are just a monk in the world of the underworld, so what qualifications do you have to care about my affairs in the underworld?"
"Is the young monk really unqualified..."
Zhou Yi looked at his nose with his eyes, his heart with his nose, and his eyelids drooped.
He is not a fool. Even if he pretends to be a fool until now, he can no longer pretend.
Haotou looks like a huge bull's head, and Xiaohuai also has a horse-like face, which is very similar to certain two characters in myths and legends.
I don't know if it was a coincidence or an accident, but it just happened.
Invisibly, a certain idea he had had in the past few days became clearer.
If the young monk wants to return to secular life, he must revive Buddhism.
Buddhism’s belief comes from saving all sentient beings.
The underworld wheel does not exist, and reincarnation does not appear.
How to save the common people?
So, is there one more item in Xiao Monk’s damn mission to return to secular life——
...Rebuild the netherworld and recreate the six paths of reincarnation?
Under the quiet moonlight.
The mist lingering in the young monk's eyes gradually dissipated, becoming clear and ethereal.
Although I still have no clue.
But now that I have made up my mind.
Then from now on... let's start by getting rid of this hypocritical, cunning, evil-minded evil city god in front of us.
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name, but did not raise his head and asked calmly: "Why?"
Haotou's body swayed, and excitement appeared in his eyes.
Xiaohuai tilted his head and glanced at Xiotou, not sure why.
Fucheng Huang in mid-air was even more confused.
Before he could speak, a majestic momentum suddenly rose from the opposite side.
The Taoist rhyme hanging between heaven and earth is like the sword of the heavenly peak, and also like the mantra to save the world, mysterious and mysterious, unimaginable.
Fucheng Huang's face suddenly changed, and his eyes burst with horror.
He subconsciously turned his head and glanced in the direction of Guangyuan County in the distance. Just as he was about to turn around, he found that he had been locked by the sword energy.
"Donor City God, you and I will say goodbye here. If there is an afterlife, please continue to practice good deeds."
Zhou Yi stood up, put his fingers together, and slashed forward.
The sword energy surrounded by the golden Buddha light is as if it has been sharpened by the ten thousand-character mantras in the Buddhist scriptures. It adds a touch of Buddhist spirituality to the originally invincible and fierce sword power.
In an instant, he had crossed the border of Wenhe County and was heading towards Fuchenghuang.
Fuchenghuang scolded, threw out the seal held in his left hand, and then muttered words in his mouth and fired out the power of incense.
The seal suddenly grew in size after receiving the power of incense, like a huge palace hundreds of feet across, falling from the sky to meet the Buddhist sword energy.
In the gloomy palace, the ghost gate is wide open, and ferocious ghosts are showing their teeth and claws, releasing a monstrous and ferocious aura, and are coming to kill them!
In the blink of an eye, the hillside outside the county has become a place of Shura purgatory.
The sky is filled with blood, flying sand and rocks, thousands of evil ghosts, and mourning people everywhere.
Buzz!
With a sword slash.
The realm of Shura Purgatory was destroyed.
Thousands of evil spirits disappeared in a flash.
The huge palace split into two pieces, fell to the ground, and turned back into the broken seal the size of a palm.
The sword energy has not stopped.
From top to bottom, cut the famous city god into two halves.
The remaining power of the sword energy remains undiminished.
Then he smashed the carriage of the City God into pieces.
Under the lingering mist, the carriage slowly revealed its original shape, which turned out to be a set of gorgeous coffins.
The sixteen ghost soldiers and the stone horses pulling the cart were also terracotta warriors and horses buried with them. Their colors were mottled and it was impossible to tell their age.
The powerful ghost holding the flag and the ghost general were also knocked away by the sword energy. Before they could get up, the bull's head and the horse's face rushed forward, one behind the other.
Shaotou released hundreds of copper coins, like a fishing net, trapping the powerful ghost.
Xiaohuai still punched out with an ordinary punch, knocking away the ghost general who wanted to escape.
Zhou Yi watched this scene quietly, then turned his eyes towards the county government, his face as dark as water.
It wasn't until Xiao Tou brought the two ghosts in front of him that Zhou Yi seemed to come back to his senses.
He glanced at the proud head of the bull with approval, then turned to the horse's face and clasped his palms together: "Amitabha, thank you for your hard work these past two nights."
Xiaohuai cupped his hands and said respectfully: "Being able to work for the mage is a blessing...Why do you feel that the mage seems to have something on his mind? Is he worried that if the city god dies, the ghosts in the county will be leaderless, and chaos will arise?"
Zhou Yi looked at Fangfeng, who was dejected but silent, and said: "On the contrary, what the young monk is worried about is... that he is not dead yet."
The ghost of the Fangfeng clan trembled slightly and pursed his lips.
Zhou Yi saw Fangfeng's reaction in his eyes and became more and more certain.
This Fucheng God can be regarded as the second "prefect" he has faced.
If Kongshan's grandmother can only be regarded as a conversation in the air, then this Fuchenghuang can definitely be regarded as a real fight with real swords and guns.
But I always felt something was wrong... To be precise, this Fucheng Huang was not cautious enough and was not worthy of the title of dignified prefect.
What's more, after I killed him, no associated small black letters appeared.
All signs indicate that Fucheng Huang is still alive.
"Then, I will accompany the Great Sage to the county government."
Xiaohuai said meaningfully, his eyes drifting to Fangfeng clan, the confidant of Fucheng Huang.
Although Fangfeng had his head buried, there was an anxious look on his face.
Zhou Yi withdrew his gaze: "That's all. Hundreds of ghosts in the county have caused chaos these past two nights. Shaotou, you should deal with it how you should according to the laws of the underworld. If you have nothing else to do, please help."
"The Great Holy Word is serious."
"By the way. Why don't we give you two fancy names."
Zhou Yi smiled narrowly: "Your name is Niu Tou, and your name is Ma Mian. It's simple and pleasing to the ear. How about it?"
Shaotou touched his big head and grinned: "It will be whatever the mage says. Thank you so much for the name."
A little embarrassment appeared on Xiao Huai's face.
Although he is an old locust tree that has lasted for nearly a thousand years, he was enlightened by the great sage and gained human body and bones... and human nature.
He didn't care about his face at first.
But when traveling, every time he showed his true appearance in front of people, he would always cause screams and panic, be insulted as a monster, and even besieged by warriors.
This made him very troubled, confused, and confused, and he gradually began to hate this face.
The wind blew and the trees swayed, making a rustling sound.
His eyes fell to the small woods not far away, and he suddenly realized something, and deep gratitude appeared in his eyes.
Then he bowed to Zhou Yi.
"Thank you Master for your advice, Xiaohuai... No, Ma Mian understands."
I obviously have the face of a horse, but I am named "Huai". Isn't this clearly telling others about my roots?
What if I offend someone in the future, have an enemy, or be found out about my true identity...it's scary to think about it.
The Great Sage is covering the last weakness of my horse face! This is the real Taoist master!
"Uh... Amitabha."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly. Although he didn't know what Ma Mian understood, these were all insignificant details.
"By the way, Ma Mian, your punch just now was quite powerful. The young monk suddenly had an idea."
Zhou Yi laughed and rode the horse away, leaving behind the cow's head and the horse's face looking at each other outside Wenhe County.
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When he was still several miles away from Guangyuan County, Zhou Yi got off his horse.
"hiss……"
Ye Ma bent his knees and gently rubbed the back of Zhou Yi's head.
"Don't make trouble...what, you don't want to go back to the little monk's belly?"
Zhou Yi tried his best to caress Ye Ma's calf. This was the limit of what he could touch. It was the first time that he felt inferior... for many, many days.
"Forget it, just hide in the woods and play. Remember to stay hidden and don't let anyone see you."
The night horse muttered happily, quickly got into the woods beside the official road, and soon swam into the river beside the forest, but the river water began to boil and turned into a geothermal hot spring.
Zhou Yi used the technique of Walking on the Blue Clouds, passing through the dark night.
All things have animism.
No matter it is an ox head, a horse face, or even a night horse born from the bones of a night horse, the same is true.
But that Fucheng God gave me a strange feeling.
That is indeed a powerful old ghost.
But his simple and solemn appearance, including his every move, is more like a clay sculpture in a temple than his real body.
Suddenly, Zhou Yi was struck by an idea.
"Is it possible that it is actually... yes, it must be a clone. In this case, everything makes sense."
Not long after, Zhou Yi arrived at the gate of Guangyuan County.
The city gates were tightly closed, and soldiers and guards patrolled back and forth at the top of the city.
Zhou Yi muttered something in his mouth, made a handprint, disappeared behind the tree, and then crossed the towering city wall.
The curfew has passed, the lights in the city are dim, and the wide bluestone street is deserted.
From time to time, there are gray shadows that are invisible to the naked eye, passing through the night. They are all ghosts that are at peace with mortals. At first glance, they are not much different from Wenhe County.
But compared to Zhou Yi a month ago, when he first entered Guangyuan County during the day, he had two completely different appearances.
In Zhou Yi's sensory world, he can "see" three vigorous scents of incense standing in the east, west and south of the county.
On that day when Zhou Yi came to the county to print Buddhist scriptures, the three scents of incense were not yet so strong.
Perhaps because Pingjiang Jun and Ao Chen were both there, the three of them calmed down a little.
But at this moment, the three streams of incense were like three rainbow pillars soaring into the sky.
Under the cover of night, they scramble to rise, competing with each other.
Among them, the east and west strands are more prosperous.
But it is the Heshen Temple in the east of the city.
and the mountain temple in the west of the city.
As for the much lower incense atmosphere, it naturally comes from the Fuchenghuang Temple in the south of the city.
"Old Huang, I won't come to see you tonight."
Zhou Yi stepped forward and headed straight to the south of the city.
If it were him a month ago, he would have thought twice.
After all, he has used up his sword energy once a night.
However, now, even if he does not use sword energy, he has already entered the ranks of the strongest county leaders just by relying on his health-preserving power.
What's more, there are also night horses that can be summoned at any time, as well as increasingly sophisticated techniques.
The most important thing is that from the moment he stepped into the county mansion, he was almost certain in his heart.
The sword he had just struck had already penetrated the external incarnation of Fucheng Huang who came in a carriage, severely injuring his body through the air.
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Outside the Chenghuang Temple.
Zhou Yi stopped.
The temple's carved beams and painted buildings are exquisite and gorgeous, and the merit box contains most of the copper coins. Obviously, there are not a few people from the county who come to make wishes.
In the center stands a sculpture of the Fucheng God, which looks exactly the same as the one he just beheaded outside the county.
There are four guardians on the left and right. On the left is a powerful ghost holding a bow, a ghost general with flesh wings, on the right is a ghost of the Fangfeng clan wearing a high black crown, and another ghost that has never been seen before.
At the second glance, Zhou Yi suddenly sensed that the City God's Temple was actually a magic circle.