Chapter 126: The Master of the Cave, the Patriarch of the Army

There is no time in cultivation, and five years have passed in a flash.

Dijie County Government.

In the early morning, the sky begins to brighten, and golden light covers the winding rooftops.

The Sanjun County Palace, which has stood for hundreds of years, is located in the downtown area, where it is bustling with people and popular with incense.

It is the force with the largest number of believers among the four major forces.

In addition to the incense of the three fundamental Taoist traditions, there are also various small gods, some of which are knives and some are evil spirits.

Among them, the Baosheng Niangniang Temple is the most popular.

Devotees hold incense sticks and enter the front hall, where there is a statue of a kind old man.

"The believers sincerely worship the God of Land, hoping that he will protect their homes and their livestock."

Unlike usual, the temple has a new statue of the God of Land, which has increased the functions of the deity and brought in a lot of worship.

The curls of smoke reached into the blue sky, as if dyeing the clouds blue.

Above the clouds, a monk in white was lying high in the sky, with a white lantern floating in front of him. Inside the lantern was burning a dark green flame. From time to time, sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling could be heard, and the fire inside was like hell.

Opposite the White Dragon is Xuanjia, who controls the twelve ghosts of the Six Dings and Six Jias.

The two were on patrol.

"Bai Long, are you still on patrol?"

"Every day, the All-Spirit Lantern needs a lot of soul energy. If there are lonely ghosts, absorb them as soon as possible to maintain the soul power."

The Lantern of All Ghosts, as the name suggests, the more ghosts you collect, the stronger the lantern will be.

The two chatted and mentioned the temple below.

"Zhao Xianglu should have been killed by Zhao Ziyan and Xu Yang. Zhao Ziyan was with a genius and his faith was so strong. I'm afraid he reached the Great Dan realm earlier than us." Xuanjia said with a slightly sour tone.

"Haha, who cares? Xu Yang relies on his own ability. With one Guan and two counties, it is considered a big mountain in the local Jie County." Bai Long smiled nonchalantly.

Five years ago, the Fire King was injured and the power to grant ordnance was temporarily relinquished, which led to chaos in the world. Local sects fought openly and secretly, and there were countless conflicts in the world.

The original structure of the three major forces in Dijie County was changed by the Guiche Clan, which suddenly appeared and could not be driven away.

Jiuyou Temple took advantage of the situation, killed the Guiche tribe members, and took control of two counties. The boss had a strong base that no one could interfere with.

"This person has inherited the legacy of Master Te, and his future is limitless. Instead of being jealous of him, it is better to make friends with him now." Bai Long said lightly, and his words made Xuan Jia unable to refute.

This person has offended the Guiche tribe and Che Chi. Even though Guiche has two spiritual fetuses, Taoist Shenmu will definitely protect this person in the territory of Dijie County. After all, he has the inheritance of his ancestors. Although he seems to be in danger, he is actually safe.

His gaze seemed to penetrate through the heavy clouds and reach the area of ​​Longcongquhuang.

In Quhuang County, Heiyu, who had a busy day, went out to relax. Outside the riverside palace was the rushing Qu River.

Golden rice fields undulate on both sides of the river. Farmers are bent over their work, with beads of sweat on their dark faces. Although they are still thin, at least their expressions are no longer numb.

"The world is truly peaceful and the sea is calm." Black Fish couldn't help but sigh.

That day, he surrendered to the Ming Dynasty and passed the test of the temple master, and only then did he regain the position of county magistrate. He cherished everything that was hard to come by.

Jiuyou's administration is indeed much better than before.

Jiuyou Temple, meeting hall.

Most of the hall masters gathered together. Qingping leaned lazily on the tiger-skin bed, imitating Xu Yang's expressions and movements.

Although he looks only about eleven or twelve years old, he does not make people look down on him.

"The dead cannot be resurrected. We are indeed an unorthodox sect, but we are not a demonic sect that kills people wantonly. I do not reject your cultivation as a human, but we should pay attention to the long-term and steady progress of everything, rather than killing innocent people indiscriminately."

"To cultivate in a side sect, all you need is a blood sacrifice. How can the blood of a few people be compared to the blood of hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands? Even if you don't have money to exchange, you can use food, clothes, or seeds. So I advise everyone to learn a technique of planting."

A middle-aged man has at most ten kilograms of blood.

One person can sell two kilograms of blood a year, and ten thousand people can sell twenty thousand kilograms.

Jiuyou Temple governs a million people, excluding the old, weak, sick and disabled, there are 500,000 young and strong people, and a million kilograms of blood a year is enough for Jiuyou Temple to use for ten years. If it is replaced by killing people, wouldn't it be necessary to kill 100,000 people?
"So you have to use your brain when cultivating immortals, otherwise you will be cannon fodder all your life." Qingping continued to imitate Xu Yang's tone and waved her hand, "Back off."

"By the way, has the master of the temple come out of retreat?"

"There is no movement from the cave where the soldiers are hidden." The White Eyes follower replied.

"Forget it, I'll go eat first."

Wow!
Qingping transformed herself into a little girl dressed like an ordinary person and appeared in a bustling downtown area.

I randomly found a roadside stall and bought some mirror cake, braised duck feet, and fried skewers. The wooden table was piled high with a small stove in the middle, cooking pickled vegetables and stewed tofu.

"When it comes to eating stewed tofu with pickles, the abbot is not as good as me." Qingping's little face flushed as she ate the delicious old tofu happily.

People around looked at the little girl's appetite in amazement. As the number of people in the county increased, the place became a mixed crowd.

With the development of Quhuang County in recent years, this place has become a prosperous commercial place, naturally attracting many outsiders.

A businessman with a simple and honest look came over and forced an ugly smile on his face.

"Little sister, I have some delicious food at home. Come home with me to eat."

In the crowd, Yaksha Taoist priest spread out his palms and said to his companion beside him: "Okay, another job has come. I want this person."

Master Qingping likes this trick of luring the snake out of its hole the most, and it always works.

It's so strange.

Quhuang County is calm and peaceful.

The atmosphere around the Tibetan Soldier Cave was filled with arrogance.

The dark fog lingers and an invisible momentum is brewing.

Deadwood Ridge.

The mountains are overgrown with dead trees. At a glance, the forest is entirely dead trees. The intertwined branches are like the claws of evil spirits. The dead trees are black and covered with a layer of grease, which is the key to their resistance to rotting for thousands of years.

The water is gurgling, but there are no fish in it.

There is a winding path in the dead woods, in the same direction as the stream.

As we walked along the path, the scene before us suddenly became full of life.

Pines and bamboos intertwine with green, peaches and plums compete for beauty.

The sun shines on the clear forest, and red mist surrounds it; the wind blows through the dark valley, and colorful clouds float in the sky.

Ten steps: a stone man, a hundred steps: a bronze man.

At the end of the passage is a cave.

The view enters the cave.

There is an illusion sun in the cave, and under the bright sky there are small bridges, flowing water and shady green trees.

The three bronze halls are eye-catching.

In front of the hall was a nine-foot-high altar made of five-colored earth. This was the Yinshan Ghost Cave Army Altar. After Xu Yang became the master of the cave, he moved the Army Altar here.

Black air was emanating from the altar, and various zombies were looming, sometimes being summoned and sometimes returning to the altar.

Over the past five years, the number of zombies that the Army Altar can accommodate has reached one thousand.

There is a person in front of the altar.

Against the backdrop of the dark green mist, the human figure appears vague and illusory, just like the evil spirit in a vernacular story.

He wore a lacquered gold dragon-tiger crown, a dragon-and-phoenix black robe, green cloud-pattern shoes, a white jade cloud-pattern belt, his face was like precious jade, and his eyes were like bright stars.

The body of Tao is filled with thunder and lightning, and he is a true feathered Taoist who can subdue tigers and dragons.

He is the master of the cave, the founder of the army, and the Taoist Chongyang Xu Yang!
(End of this chapter)