The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea.
Xu Ping and Li Qinghe both slept on the boat, in different rooms, of course.
It is said that those who have cultivated for a hundred years can cross the same boat, and those who have cultivated for a thousand years can sleep together. This seems to be pure nonsense... Xu Ping, who was silently reciting the Tongxuan Sutra, felt the growth of the true energy in his body, and was filled with emotions.
When someone is lonely, they want to find someone to play with... their feelings. But when he is lonely, he wants to find a ghost to get rewards.
When he went out at night, he walked around the area without seeing a ghost.
Didn't I say that there were tens of thousands of ghosts who escaped? Where are they all? In the dead of night, Xu Ping silently recited the Tongxuan Sutra and slowly fell asleep.
"Xu Ping, why did you steal the incense from this city god? What is your intention?" A loud shout came from outside the boat. Xu Ping suddenly woke up and sat up, feeling the dark wind gusting around him.
Get up and open the window, the moonlight is shining.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the moonlight is like frost and snow covering the ground, and a figure stands on the pier, wearing a red official robe, a white face and a black beard.
Behind him stood two green-faced and fanged ghosts, holding dark steel forks.
A few passers-by walked straight past, seemingly not hearing the loud shouting just now, and not seeing the figure standing in front of them.
Xu Ping frowned slightly, his body was like a light swallow, he was as elusive as a ghost, and he floated straight down from the boat, his spirit was agile and agile.
When he appeared again, he was already on the shore of the pier, and his figure appeared and disappeared.
"But the Lord Town God of Renjia Town?" He looked carefully and found that it was similar to the statue that Qiu Sheng had brought that day, so he asked.
When the City God and the two ghost servants saw that Xu Ping's eyes were shining brightly and he showed his hands without any real energy leaking out and fell to the ground silently, they knew that he was an extremely powerful cultivator.
"It's me."
Lord Cheng Huang softened his words slightly: "As a cultivator, you should know that incense is hard to come by. Why do you want to take away my incense?"
The City God is an underworld official and is responsible for the affairs of the underworld in this area. Generally, he has the opportunity to serve only after the death of a highly respected or loyal person in the area.
Therefore, there are few city gods who do evil.
The other party's attitude softened slightly, but Xu Ping's temper grew. He asked in a cold voice: "Hey, since you are the town god of the Ren family town, why do you refuse to surrender when the evil god cholera plagues the world and kills countless people?"
This wave is called preemptive strike.
His voice immediately confused the City God.
"How dare you be rude to the city god."
Without saying a word, the two ghosts projected out the steel forks in their hands.
The two steel forks steamed with evil energy. Xu Ping's figure flashed and disappeared instantly, and the steel forks fell into the air.
In an instant, the willow sword burst out with thunderbolts, slashing the two ghosts until they were covered in smoke.
Pedestrians around felt a thunder in their ears, thinking they had gone home to collect their clothes, and walked quickly. However, the next moment, they did not see lightning or thunder, and they were surprised.
Guizhao's Taoism is shallow and inferior to many powerful and powerful ghosts, and he almost loses his soul.
Gui Chao is different from Yin Chai. Gui Chao is equivalent to the city god's private armed force, while Yin Chao is recorded in the underworld and is considered a regular army.
As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on its master. If the younger brother is bullied, no matter how good-tempered the City God is, he can't help it. Divine light surges from the back of his head, and the power of incense pours out, turning into a giant hand in the air, and grabs him brazenly.
A black token was suspended in the air above the head. The majestic image of True Monarch Dangmo on the token was lifelike, and the giant hand of incense instantly disappeared in the air.
"My lord, the True Monarch of Dang Mo." The City God exclaimed, his expression astonished, and he looked at Xu Ping with eyes that were instantly respectful.
Xu Ping stood with his hands behind his back, tokens flying in the air, bringing inexplicable pressure, "You haven't answered what I asked you just now. Why did you ignore the evil god Cholera?"
Looking at the ghost hunting order in the sky, it seemed to be fake. The city god frowned and did not dare not answer: "Since I took office for a hundred years, I have always strived for smooth weather and peace of all people. There has never been an evil god in Renjia Town."
Xu Ping asked: "A hundred years?"
"Exactly."
"Then you really don't know, so I'll bypass you."
The City God was a little stunned. Didn't I come here first to ask for guilt? Why is it that in this scene, it seems that he is being judged by a mortal in front of him?
However, with Zhong Kui's ghost-catching order, the city god still asked tentatively: "Xu Ping, why do you have Lord Zhenjun's ghost-catching order? Um... I don't know why my incense was borrowed by you?"
I'm not borrowing it. If I don't return it to you, it doesn't count as borrowing... Xu Ping thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "By the order of Lord Zhenjun, I surrendered the Five Powers God to conquer your incense. If you don't believe it, you
You can ask him..."
As he spoke, he grabbed the token in his hand, and as soon as the bottomless pit opened, the token disappeared instantly.
The City God was shocked by his hand again, and said hurriedly: "Since it is the intention of Lord Zhenjun, I have offended many people before I was dismissed, so please don't mind it, Mr. Xu."
"Little things."
Xu Ping waved his hand casually, saying to himself, just don't ask me for incense.
This Xu Ping has a majestic demeanor and a high level of Taoism. He is indeed not like an ordinary practitioner. The city god's attitude became more and more respectful and said: "Mr. Xu, but the True King ordered you to come here and take charge of the overall situation?"
No, you think too highly of me... Xu Ping was silent for a moment and heard that something big was about to happen: "What happened?"
The City God lowered his head and sighed: "All the ghosts have fled, and the underworld has issued an order to capture them all within three days. I and the City God here are feeling sad."
Three days is indeed a bit tricky.
After hearing what he just said, Xu Ping must have made arrangements, so he asked again: "Is it possible that you already have a plan in mind?"
The City God pondered, nodded, and said, "Why don't you invite me to go to the City God's Temple here, prepare a little fragrant tea, and then I'll talk to you."
It's okay to go and pay homage to the top of a mountain first, just in case you need to borrow incense later.
Xu Ping nodded, and the City God floated up with his ghost messenger. He also used the power of elusiveness and flew towards the City God's Temple in the night.
The provincial capital is a large place, and the City God's Temple is much larger than a small place like Renjia Town.
Moreover, basically more than half of the city gods in various places are in the provincial capital at this time.
When Kankan approached the City God's Temple, he saw the Ghost of the City God in front of him float away, and Xu Ping also fell down.
There is no one on the dark street, but there are hundreds of ghosts walking at night.
The black shadows, connected by soul chains, were driven into a line by ghosts and ghosts, and headed towards the City God's Temple.
Some faces were bruised and swollen, some had broken necks and drooped heads, and some were covered in blood.
What's more, he has been in ghost form for too long and no longer looks like a human being. He looks like a ferocious monster.
Occasionally, there was a strange cry in the team, which was frightening to hear.
But it did not affect the residents of the provincial capital at all. Xu Ping could detect that an isolation circle had been cast near the City God's Temple.
However, if a mortal who has no spiritual knowledge breaks in, it will be like encountering a ghost and beating the wall. They will wander around for half the night until the rooster crows at dawn and the ghosts disperse, and then they can see the light of day again.
Xu Ping walked calmly among the ghosts. Whether it was these fierce ghosts or the evil ghosts, they all looked at him curiously.
Even the city gods elsewhere were a little shocked when they saw this scene.
Gu Hao
"Brother Chen, who is he? He seems to be a person?"
You gave it to me. Xu Ping looked at him with a resentful look, curled his lips, and said nothing.
When the city god saw Xu Ping looking over, he was also rude and stared at him with wide eyes, as if to say.
What are you looking at!
"Brother Pang, don't be presumptuous. He is here specially sent by Lord Zhenjun. I want to take him to see General Qin."
The City God looked horrified and asked in disbelief: "Master Zhenjun? But Zhenjun Zhongkui, Zhenjun?"
"Exactly!"
After receiving the affirmative reply, the City God named Pang changed his look-alike attitude and smiled charmingly: "Sir, have you seen Mr. Zhenjun, do you know what he looks like?"
Have I seen it, or have I never seen it...Xu Ping himself couldn't figure it out, he could only think it was through the phone.
He said perfunctorily: "Well... Lord Zhenjun has a heroic appearance and outstanding temperament. He will be a hero in life and a hero in death."
After saying that, Xu Ping couldn't help but think about my horse. Did he hear it?
Unexpectedly, as soon as he said these words, the City God named Pang slapped his forehead and shouted: "I'm just telling you, how could Lord Zhenjun be such an ugly person?"
"Brother Pang, be careful what you say."
The city god walking in front reminded him.
Xu Ping turned to look at him and asked familiarly: "Old Chen, who is General Qin you just mentioned? Didn't you say you would take me to see the city god here?"
Then he looked at Xu Ping and said: "Mr. Xu, General Qin is the city god of the provincial capital. He is very popular and has high moral standards. Because he was a general who commanded thousands of armies during his lifetime, everyone calls him General Qin."
Xu Ping nodded and let him lead the way towards the temple gate.
"In the three worlds of the Yang world, it is up to you to accumulate good and do evil; throughout the ages, no one will be spared in the underworld."
Looking at the couplet on the temple gate, Xu Ping slowly read out, thinking that this General Qin must have a character that hates evil as much as hatred.
As soon as he entered the temple gate, a square-faced man wearing armor instead of official robes came out immediately.
"Xu Xiaoyou, you are really impressive. Please take a seat."
General Qin was informed by a ghost messenger and he was greeted quickly. Xu Ping took his seat. The waiter had already brought tea and was very polite.
The fragrance of the tea is astounding to your nostrils, and you can feel the true energy spinning when you smell it. It is indeed something extraordinary.
He habitually used the Zhanwang Qi Technique, and the armor-clad figure in front of him shone with divine light, which was indeed not comparable to other city gods.
Xu Ping pointed to the group of ghosts outside the door and asked: "General Qin, I wonder where these ghosts are being taken?"
The City God, who is responsible for judging the underworld, is dedicated to this matter, so he asked this question.
"There is a huge tree behind the City God's Temple, which is connected to the underworld. They are all sent back to the underworld." General Qin raised his glass and said smoothly.
Xu Ping took a small sip and gained tens of days of Taoism. He thought to himself that these city gods who had lived for who knows how long were indeed unique in their own way.
Seeing people talking nonsense, seeing ghosts telling lies, he flattered him and said, "General Qin is really powerful. I just arrived here and wanted to patrol around late at night, but I didn't find a ghost. Are they all here?"
General Qin shook his head and said with a wry smile: "If that's the case, that would be fine. According to the statistics of this city god, there are at least thousands of ghosts in the city now."
Thousands of them... When Xu Ping heard this, he put down his tea cup and asked, "Why are there so many?"
"Do you know when there are the most evil spirits?"
"A time of war?"
"Exactly, the land of Shenzhou is sinking, and there are beacon smoke everywhere, and resentment and murderous intent are soaring into the sky, which makes it easier for evil spirits to breed. Even if there is no matter in the underworld, there are no less than a thousand evil ghosts hiding in the provincial capital."
The provincial capital is very large. When Xu Pingcai arrived, he discovered that the residential buildings were densely packed. Compared to a small area like Renjia Town, it could only be described as a giant.
There are millions of people, and countless people die every day due to various reasons.
"Not to mention, there are many demons who practice evil arts, openly and covertly harming the people, and practicing evil ghosts. Some of them are successful in cultivation and have extraordinary magical powers. Even I can't do anything with them."
It seems that this city god is not as rosy as he made it out to be, and the pain involved is difficult to describe to others.
In the Age of Ending Dharma, spiritual energy gradually dries up, and its impact on them is also extremely huge.
Thinking of the many underworld soldiers he saw outside the door, Xu Ping asked curiously: "Since there are so many underworld soldiers, they should be able to control the situation, right?"
"I am just the city god, not in charge of troops. And even if I have troops, just like the new government in this Yang world, even if there are countless soldiers and horses and powerful firearms, can I keep the government free of bandits?"
"Not to mention other things, just the various gangs in the provincial capital are fighting for their territory every day. As a result, there are so many evil spirits."
"However, the new government does not act and there are many collusions. Even if I have the intention, I can't do anything to save it."
Yin soldiers and Yin officials handle the affairs of the underworld and cannot interfere in the affairs of the human world. There are rules in the underworld, and there are rules in the yang world.
Xu Ping was thoughtful and suddenly asked: "So, according to General Qin, if there are no evil spirits in the city, the numerous gangs must be eradicated."
"This matter is not urgent..." General Qin said, looking at Xu Ping with urgent eyes: "The matter of ghosts in the underworld is the most important thing at the moment. I hope Mr. Xu can help."
Xu Ping was stunned and analyzed: "From what General Qin said, the three-day period is too short. Why don't you report it to the underworld and add a few more days?"
"well!"
General Qin sighed deeply, "It's just that in three days, all the passages to the underworld in various places in the human world will be closed. Except for the ghosts who died normally, other ghosts will not be able to enter the underworld again."
What!
Xu Ping was shocked. He immediately thought that there must be something wrong with the underworld, otherwise why would it be like this?
"If after three days, there are still escaped ghosts in the world, they will only be lonely ghosts. Whenever they encounter them, they can only be killed and the world will be cleared."
This had a great impact, and Xu Ping felt a little panicked.
Immediately afterwards, a piece of bad news came out: "In three days, the evil spirits will return to the underworld. By then, they will no longer be able to help."
Xu Ping thought of Maoshan and Uncle Jiu. They happened to be professionally matched in dealing with ghosts. Could it be that this had been planned a long time ago.
Xu Ping was silent for a long time, with a solemn expression on his face, he raised his head and asked, "What are your plans and what can I do?"
General Qin spoke for a long time, as if this was what he was waiting for. He stood up suddenly, looked at Xu Ping and said: "I have set up the Ten Thousand Ghosts Chao Zong Formation near the City God's Temple, but there is still a lack of an array leader, that is, a leader who can attract ghosts.
Attract people."
"So, you have a crush on me?" Xu Ping pointed at his handsome appearance and asked seriously.
General Qin looked a little embarrassed, "If there is one person who can escape all ghosts and lure them here, it should be you."
So, is it going to be a thousand-draw or a ten-thousand-draw? It won’t empty out the Yin-Yang Illustrated Book, right?
Xu Ping was already thinking about it, "When will we do it?"
"Three quarters of the day after tomorrow."
Xu Ping nodded: "For the sake of the people in the provincial capital, I will arrive on time." At the same time, it is also for my Thousand Ghost Slaying.
General Qin's face was filled with joy, and he suddenly said: "Actually, we originally selected a Maoshan disciple, but later I found out that he had evil intentions, so I asked him to leave. However, he also knew about this. Do you want to