In a remote place on the edge of the Immortal Continent, there is a ruined temple that has been abandoned for many years.
Half of the roof of the temple collapsed, and the interior was overgrown with weeds and densely covered with cobwebs. Only the incomplete statues of the gods were left in ruins, stripped and pecked by the wind and rain.
Perhaps in three to five years, this temple and the statue will turn into dust and be washed away by the torrent of time!
A gloomy wind swept by, and the thick dust on the forehead of the statue suddenly dispersed. The spiritual light flickered slightly, and a thought awakened in the statue.
"I, this is... traveling through time?"
Lin Beichen looked blankly at everything unfamiliar around him.
The walls are empty, there are no tiles on the roof, there are no doors on the walls, and there is a lame shrine at the foot, which has been chopped into pieces and is burning.
The autumn wind blew whistling, and the whimpering ghosts filled the entire ruined temple.
Lin Beichen wanted to move his body, but found that he was imprisoned in a stiff container, which seemed to be a clay statue of a god.
Outside the statue was filled with the strong breath blowing from the sun, oppressing him so that he could not move freely.
Perhaps only when the sun disappears can he regain his ability to move.
At the same time, information flow began to flash in front of Lin Beichen's eyes.
[The netherworld system is opened, data is loading...]
Host: Lin Beichen.
Level: Seventh-level ghost fairy. [Accumulate 100 points of Yin virtue to achieve the sixth-level ghost fairy realm.]
Yin De: 0.
Magic weapon: The Eighteen-Level Hell Illustration. [The ghosts can be collected into the tomb. Evil people are rampant in this world, and vicious gods are everywhere. When the host fills the Eighteen-Level Hell Illustration, a netherworld can be created. Only when evil is punished can people be attracted to it.
good!】
Supernatural power: Breaking the cold light of the sun. Current level: ninth level [accumulate 10 points of Yin virtue to be promoted to the eighth level.]
"Eighteen Levels of Hell Illustration?"
Lin Beichen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a ten-meter-high vertical scroll scroll immediately appeared in front of him.
This vertical scroll scroll should be a phantom, and only Lin Beichen can see it. There seems to be a picture on it, but it is obscured by clouds and fog. However, there is a pair of dense black couplets on both sides of the vertical scroll.
The first couplet is: In the three lifetimes of the underworld, it is you who will harm the heaven and cause harm.
The second couplet says: In the underworld, who has been spared throughout the ages?
Hengpi: You are here.
"this……"
Lin Beichen was extremely surprised. It was not surprising that there was a system these days. What was strange was that this system actually asked him to create a hell full of evil people.
Suddenly, a burning pain entered Lin Beichen's consciousness, and Lin Beichen's eyes immediately focused on the burned shrine.
A kind of enlightenment emerged spontaneously, everything in this ruined temple was connected by blood and closely related to him.
In other words, this temple is his physical body.
The shrine was burned, just as the skin of his limbs was burning.
At this time, two people walked into the ruined temple carrying dead branches, piled firewood on the fire, and sat around to warm themselves up.
Obviously, the shrine was hacked by these two guys!
Lin Beichen couldn't help but feel a little angry. His little ruined temple was already in such a miserable state, with only four walls and a broken table chopped up and set on fire.
It's a pity that he can't move, otherwise he would kick these two guys out one by one!
While Lin Beichen was thinking, a ray of cold light instantly shot out from the statue, turning into a gust of dark wind and blowing into the bonfire, but the bonfire only shook a few times and continued to burn.
"This Poyang Hanguang is a bit rubbish!" Lin Beichen was greatly disappointed.
The sky outside the temple was dark, with only a sliver of the setting sun remaining.
"Brother Zhang Bao, why haven't Sun San'er come yet? You won't regret it, right?" A guy with a ferocious face like a Shar-Pei dog looked at the outside of the temple eagerly while fiddling with the flames.
"Brother Yang, don't worry. That rotten gambler has been desperate for losing money in the past two days. Hearing that there is money to be made, he will definitely send his daughter here in a hurry! Don't forget, a month ago, he could bring his daughter to the house.
The mother-in-law has brought me here, and it’s ten bucks a time to play, so cheap! Haha... It’s a pity that the woman is old and old, so it’s no fun to play... I heard that the woman went crazy when she got back, bah, what a bad luck!”
Zhang Bao is a fat man with a fat body. He seems honest and honest, but his eyes roll around when he talks and he has a sinister look on his face.
"Oh, it's a good thing he's crazy, otherwise he would have been sold into a brothel sooner or later by Sun San'er!" Yang Ping curled his lips and said.
"Speaking of it, it's really a transformation of a woman."
"That girl wasn't very pretty when she was a child, but she turned into a first-rate beauty in a blink of an eye. We two brothers will have fun first, and then sell them to a brothel. We can earn three or four taels by then.
I bought three animal sacrifices so that I could show my respect to the old god and the heavenly king."
"Hahaha..." Several lewd laughs echoed in the temple.
Lin Beichen in the statue frowned. He didn't expect to hear a dirty deal as soon as he arrived!
Suddenly, a young girl's panicked and worried voice sounded outside the temple: "Dad, it's getting dark soon. Let's go home. Mom will be hungry if we get back late. Besides... I'm afraid!"
"What are you afraid of? Don't you want to find the soul grass to cure your mother's illness? You can find it in the temple."
"Really? That's great, let's go quickly..."
Soon a skinny middle-aged man led the skinny girl into the temple.
At first glance, Sun San'er looked like he had been drained by alcohol and sex. He was skinny and yellow, his eyes were dull, and he had seven or eight yellow teeth missing.
The little girl looks about eleven or two years old. She is gentle and quiet. She has two round hairdos, a pair of big and lively eyes, and a round face that is particularly attractive.
"This is your Uncle Zhang and Uncle Yang, please say hello." Sun San'er smiled and pulled the girl forward, as if he was showing off goods.
The girl who was originally very excited suddenly met a stranger. She immediately hugged Sun San'er's arm with both hands and said hello timidly.
"Haha, Yun'er has grown so big? I hugged you when you were a child!" Zhang Bao stood up, looked up and down with his triangular eyes, and grabbed Yun'er's little hand with a smile.
Yun'er quickly hid behind Sun San'er.
"Masters, I brought you the man, where is the money?"
Sun San'er's greedy words shocked Yun'er.
Children aged eleven or two are no longer young, especially children from poor families, who are already sensible.
She knew that a cruel reality was before her eyes - she was betrayed by her father!
Zhang Bao looked at Yun'er with eyes full of burning desire, took out three taels of silver and threw it over: "You are so lucky to have given birth to a good child that can be exchanged for money! Get out of here, I can't bear it anymore!"
Sun San'er's dull eyes brightened.
He took the money, tossed it around, turned around and left, eager to make a comeback at the gambling table.
Yun'er grabbed Sun San'er's sleeve and begged in tears: "Dad, you can't sell me... Without me, who will take care of mother..."
Sun San'er's already tattered sleeves were torn open in an instant, and he slapped Yun'er's cheek with a ferocious expression.
But Yang Ping grabbed his wrist and yelled: "This baby belongs to me now, can you afford to pay for the damage to your appearance? Get out of here!"
Sun San'er laughed dryly. He was afraid of bullying, but he did not dare to offend ruffians like Zhang Bao and Yang Ping, so he walked away angrily.
At this moment, a dark wind suddenly rose, and a cold voice resounded throughout the temple: "Doing such a dirty deed on my territory, do you really think that a god has no eyes?"
A figure appeared at the door and stopped Sun San'er.
Compared to Sun San'er's petite figure, this figure is much stronger.
Sun San'er was shocked and turned to look at Zhang Bao and Yang Ping.
Seeing the same shock in their eyes, I immediately felt relieved.
"Where did you come from, a wild boy? How dare you interfere in our men's business? What does it have to do with you if I sell my own girl? Even if the emperor comes, I won't care!" Sun San'er pressed for it, with a look of fierceness on his face.
Zhang Bao and Yang Ping also sneered and stepped forward, looking up and down at this unfamiliar face.
At this moment, Lin Beichen's complexion was gray, his plain clothes were not stained by any dust, his eyes were bright, and he had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looked a bit like a down-and-out nobleman, but he felt very harmonious with this ruined temple.
"Boy, didn't your mother teach you not to mind your own business when you go out?" As he spoke, Zhang Bao, who had a sinister look on his face, pulled out a short-handled ax from his back.
"Why don't you speak? Are you so scared?"
Yang Ping also pulled out a short knife from his waist, with an evil look on his face and a strange smile.
Lin Beichen was indeed in a daze, because words appeared in his eyes again.
[Task: Rescue Yun'er. Completing the task will earn you 1 point of moral virtue. Does the host want to receive it? 】
"receive!"
Lin Beichen withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but have a smile on his lips.
Even if there is no reward, it is impossible for him to ignore death, but it is great to gain something while saving people!
He didn't even look at Zhang Bao and Yang Ping, who looked ferocious, but looked at Sun San'er coldly: "Tiger poison cannot eat its seeds, you are a wicked person who does not deserve to live in the world!"
Sun San'er showed his rotten teeth and smiled strangely. He walked up to Lin Beichen and poked Lin Beichen's chest with his finger: "What happened to me selling my daughter? I even sold my wife. If my mother hadn't died early, I would have sold him."
You sold your mother too, what does it have to do with you..."
The stench hit his nostrils, and Lin Beichen was too lazy to say anything to this scumbag, so he punched out with a bang, hitting Sun San'er in the chest.
Sun San'er's sickly body could not withstand such a level of blow. His sternum was shattered, and his body flew out and hit the fire, sending up stars and fireworks all over the room.
This gambler spurted blood from his mouth and nose. After struggling twice, his life was gone!
ah?
Zhang Bao and Yang Ping were both shocked. They looked at each other with a ferocious look in their eyes.
"Brother Yang, you attack him from the front and I from the side!"
The two reached a consensus instantly.
Yang Ping grabbed the dagger and shouted loudly and ran straight to Lin Beichen.
Zhang Bao did not take action, but turned around and walked away, trying to get out of the hole behind the temple.
Lin Beichen was a gold medal boxer in his previous life and won 13 national championships. His nickname was Da Xia. He hated evil throughout his life and never backed down when encountering injustice.
Friends around him always said that he was born in the wrong child and should have been born into a world of chivalry and righteousness.
Lin Beichen also felt that he had nowhere to use his strength and was living in a state of fear.
At this moment, he has traveled through time and become a ghost and fairy. All the constraints in the past are gone. He can show off his skills with confidence. Of course he will never let go of this guy who rapes, sells and sells young girls!
Yang Ping knew some three-legged cat kung fu, and with a flick of his wrist, he slashed Lin Beichen's forehead with a short knife like the wind.
If it were an ordinary person, this knife might split his head in half, but these two hands were nothing worth mentioning in the eyes of Lin Beichen, a practitioner.
Lin Beichen grabbed the knife with one hand, pinched Yang Ping's neck with the other, and suddenly lifted him up. His movements were smooth and smooth.
Yang Ping struggled and let out frightened whining sounds, his face turning as red as a persimmon.
Lin Beichen was waiting for the killer, and his heart moved slightly. He still refused to give up and wanted to see how useful the cold light of the sun was.
I thought silently in my heart about the cold light of the breaking sun.
A cold blue light instantly emerged from Lin Beichen's forehead, rushed along his shoulders and arms, and poured into Yang Ping's neck.
Yang Ping's face instantly stiffened, and rows of blue ice crystals suddenly appeared on his neck. These ice crystals spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Ping was frozen into an ice sculpture.
Lin Beichen let go in surprise, and Yang Ping fell to the ground and smashed into countless blood-red fragments.
Seeing the bright red flesh and blood blooming like flowers all over the ground, Lin Beichen was a little dazed for a moment. The cold light of the sun was not as useless as he thought before. Now it seems that the cold light of the sun cannot exert its original power under the clear sky and daylight.
At this time, Zhang Bao had already squeezed most of his body into the hole, but his body was so fat that it just got stuck on his buttocks, and he was trying his best to squeeze out.
Hearing that there was no movement from behind, this guy was so frightened that he screamed: "Grandpa, I was also obsessed for a moment. It was that boy Sun San'er who bought and sold by force. It was that boy Yang Ping who bewitched, no, coerced me...
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Lin Beichen looked at the fat butt that was twisting like a maggot, and was too lazy to listen to this guy's ugly excuse. He picked up the short knife, came behind Zhang Bao, and stabbed it in with one stroke.
Zhang Bao let out a scream and began to shake desperately, threatening to collapse the temple wall.
Lin Beichen frowned slightly, the knife was too short after all!
Lifting his foot and kicking hard, the pitiful howl like a slaughtering pig broke through the sky and then stopped abruptly!
The world suddenly became peaceful!
Yun'er was so frightened that she knelt beside Sun San'er's body, trembling.
Lin Beichen took out all the money from the three of them and stuffed it into Yun'er's sleeves: "Go home and find your mother. Sooner or later, your father will cause trouble to you and your mother."
Yun'er raised her head and looked at Lin Beichen blankly, with many emotions including fear, resentment, and confusion in her eyes.
Lin Beichen sighed slightly in his heart, and then said coldly: "Get out, or I will eat you!"
A stream of yin energy rolled violently in the temple, making Yun'er shiver. Yun'er was a child after all, so she screamed in fright, turned around and ran away.
Looking at the little girl's panicked back, Lin Beichen showed a trace of pity in his eyes.
[The host kills the three evils and is rewarded with a magic weapon - the Tianguan Map! 】
Rays of blue light instantly fell into Lin Beichen's eyes. Lin Beichen blinked hard and saw a map unfolding in the upper right corner of his pupils, which showed the geography of the mountains and rivers within five miles around the temple.
Lin Beichen was delighted. With this real-time map, everything within five miles was clearly visible.
Later, Lin Beichen discovered that the temple was located in the center of the map. It was a simple house shape with the word "Fengdu" written on it, followed by three small words - to be upgraded.
Fengdu? Isn’t that a ghost town?
This little ruined temple turned out to be the prototype of Fengdu?