Chosen Man
Reverend Chang
Jade Hill.
It was dark that night.
In the mountain god temple built in the middle of the hills, there was a majestic-looking god statue, he was holding something like a bottle.
The table in front of the statue was a collection of smoke coming from incense and candles.
There was an old man wearing a priest's robe, he had sparse hair, and his figure was in a position of sitting cross-legged on a meditation pad in front of the table.
From the way he was dressed, it was clearly a temple guard priest, he was seen holding a grain of stone that was like a tasbih in his hand.
If Lao Ping were here, he would be able to recognize that the old man was Grandfather Zhu of the Mountain God Temple.
Outside the temple
Suddenly, a shadow entered the courtyard, the shadow was a young man wearing a red robe with a pale complexion, his eyes were completely blood red and he stepped carefully when in front of the temple.
The red-robed young man arrived before the temple and knelt down. He said with respect,
“Legregor, we have arrested thirty-six boys and thirty-five girls tonight. According to your instructions, we still need one more girl to activate the Pure Blood Soul Formation. Because tonight we will offer sacrifices to the Gods of the Underworld.
At the temple, priest Chang, who was sitting in the lotus position, said "oh". His voice was low and hoarse. "Who's the girl we haven't caught yet?"
The entire body of the blood-robed young man goosebumps as he said quickly, “Perhaps a little girl named Lao An from Sibao Village at the foot of the mountain. I've already sent Shu Ming to Sibao Village, and I believe it won't be long.”.
When he just said that...
Cracks!
With a soft cracking sound, one of the prayer beads in the hands of priest Chang suddenly broke and turned into a gray powder that descended to the floor.
The profound eyes of Priest Chang suddenly became terrifying and sharp, and it was vaguely like surging with a bloodthirsty and cold sheen.
"Shu Ming is dead."
The gaze of priest Chang suddenly shot towards the red-robed young man kneeling outside the temple, and he said in a cold voice, “Among the 12 Ghost Servants I have taken, he said, Shu Ming was the one who had the greatest hope of stepping into the Mortal realm. But now... she's dead.”.
The entire body of the blood-robed young man trembled as he said, “Lestor, calm your anger. This subordinate will personally travel to Sibao Village.”.
Reverend Chang cut him off and said, "No need, it's just one offering missing. If I miss this Yin Qi overflow phenomenon, then all my preparations will be in vain."
Pausing for a moment, he took a deep breath and said, “Prepare the child as a sacrificial offering. Within fifteen minutes, this Ancestor would personally activate the Pure Blood Soul Formation.
"Good!"
The young man in red robes got up, hurriedly walked to the depths of the courtyard, arrived in front of the ancient well, and he jumped inside.
Inside the Mountain God Temple, priest Chang stood up from the meditation cushion and saw a statue of a god holding a stone bottle and a trace of scorn coming out of his mouth.
“People in the mortal world honor mountain gods like you day and night with various offerings and incense, but in my eyes, in the end you are just a clay statue. Those ordinary people thought that they could gain protection by burning incense and saluting, and to me it was really sad and ridiculous.”
Reverend Chang shook his head.
…
It was dark that night.
Outside the courtyard of the Mountain God Temple, Feng Zun and Yin Ying were seen walking from afar.
"Young Master, this place is filled with Yin Qi energy and dense ghost fog, How can this be called a mountain god temple? It's definitely more suitable as a place where ghosts live."
Yin Ying spoke softly.
As Feng Zun spoke, his gaze divine eyes swept around him.
On both sides of the temple door are inscriptions.
Even though it was a dark night without stars or moons, Feng Zun's divine eyes could still clearly see a temple affixed to either side of the door.
The writing is obsolete. It was faintly seen that the words written on it were:
"Both repay evil, evil get what they sow."
After reading it, Feng Zun quietly shook his head. This temple was clearly not abandoned by a cultivator.
For the layman, the principle of 'good and evil karma' described in the temple is indeed able to calm the mind and will indirectly be able to guide people towards the path of goodness.
In the eyes of cultivators, few believed in karma.
However, Feng Zun was convinced that there was indeed a karmic power within the heavenly dao. However, it has nothing to do with the retribution of good and evil.
As he pondered, Feng Zun placed his hands behind his back, and he looked like he was wandering around at night as he walked leisurely towards the Mountain God Temple.
Yin Ying followed behind.
Swoshis!
In the courtyard, many tall spruce trees were rustling violently, and the dense branches as if covering the sky emitted a terrifying and gripping wave of whispers.
"Eh, there's actually a human coming here at this late hour?"
"This is a ghost festival. Are they here to offer incense? Hahaha, interesting, interesting."
“Oh, handsome brother, look at your skin seems to be very soft. Do you want to play with me?"
A graceful figure suddenly descended from the top of the tree and arrived in front of Feng Zun.
She looks about 18 years old, with white skin and a pretty face. She was dressed like a noblewoman. He held the lotus leaf fan in his hand and looked at Feng Zun boldly and vigorously with his beautiful eyes. He even purposely teased her by wiggling a large pair of payud*ra.
Seeing this scene Yin Ying's face instantly blushed.
Without waiting for Feng Zun to speak, Yin Ying shouted loudly, "Devil is brash, who do you think you are? How dare you show off so in front of my Young Master? You're just looking for death!"
Bang out!
As he spoke, Yin Ying slapped the woman with his palm, and it was like a fierce god slap.
The female ghost was dumbfounded. He did not even have time to dodge before his head was smashed to pieces by the force of a slap. His body exploded violently and turned into green smoke that scattered everywhere.
After that there was silence, and the whispers from the fir tree suddenly subsided.
Feng Zun glanced at Yin Ying and said, "Be more humble in the future. What if your actions can scare the leader here and eventually run away?"
Yet Yin Ying actually had another thought on Feng Zun's attitude.
Yin Ying revealed a strange expression on her face and said, "Don't worry, Young Master. Because I guarantee that mine is much better than her."
Hearing that Feng Zun frowned deeply and shook his head.
"Have it, I'll leave all the ghosts in this yard for you, but don't kill if it's human."
As he spoke, he walked over to the Mountain God Temple.