Chapter 66: Foundation-building Zombies, one year later.

The carriage drove over, and Danfeng was in high spirits.

Now that his biggest enemy is dead, he no longer has any competitors. Rufeng no longer needs to rush to break through his foundation and can focus on laying a solid foundation.

How can we not be happy when there are continuous happy events?

Even though he has lived for more than two hundred years and has seen all kinds of storms, at this moment, Dan Feng still couldn't suppress his smile.

Once the Red-Faced Yaksha dies, all the territory will be taken back into his hands.
This has also been Danfeng’s long-cherished wish.

The other Taoist temples have pervasive control over the lower levels, but Quhuang County has produced a foundation that does not belong to its own system, and has forcibly taken a piece of meat from Huangya Temple.

After getting off the carriage, Dan Feng saw the people in charge of entertaining the guests and the disciples of Yaksha Manor following him, and his face instantly turned green.

I was taken advantage of by this guy?
"Master Danfeng, please take a seat quickly. We have opened a table just for you."

As soon as Dan Feng got off the carriage, Xu Yang came over enthusiastically and took Dan Feng's hand.

"What are you doing?" Dan Feng's face suddenly turned cold.

"It's a long story..." Xu Yang's eyes were deep and his face was serious, "...At that time, Daoist Yasha grabbed my hand and asked me earnestly to take good care of Yasha Manor. I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't bear to go against Daoist Yasha's will, so I agreed."

Dan Feng didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth twitched.

Who doesn’t know the relationship between the Red-faced Yaksha and you?
Even if it were entrusted to a dog, it would never be entrusted to a charity cemetery. It was obvious that this person was playing tricks.

No matter what, this person must not be allowed to unify Yaksha Villa, otherwise a force larger than Yaksha Villa will emerge.

"If the temple master doesn't believe it, you can ask Yaksha Taoist's eldest disciple Chang Tong, who saw it with his own eyes."

Dan Feng answered indifferently, secretly thinking about how to find the flaw.

We must not let Xu Yang get his wish.

After a while, another carriage came down.

"General Blackfish, please sit down!"

Xu Yang stepped forward to say hello.

Seeing this, Dan Feng also wanted to step forward to communicate, but what happened next left him speechless.

"Master Xu Yang, thank you for your hard work on Yasha Manor."

"Not hard, not hard."

Hearing General Blackfish's words, Danfeng's heart sank completely.

General Black Fish does not participate in worldly affairs, but today he stands on the side of the charity cemetery, with the support of General Black Fish, as well as the mysterious Taoist Zhigang and the Taoist official Qi Yan who is on good terms with him.

I'm afraid it will really become a trend.

The banquet began, and plates of delicious dishes were served.

Sour pork trotters, roast duck, steamed pork with rice flour, boiled chicken, eight-treasure rice... everyone was eating with their mouths drooling, but the Dan food tasted like wax. It was a pleasure to eat at the table of one's mortal enemy.

What happened just now made him unable to eat.

"But there are also benefits. At least the Red-faced Yaksha at the Foundation Establishment stage has been replaced by Xu Yang at the True Qi Great Perfection stage. This person can't do anything to Huangya Temple, so I can just slowly eat him away in the future."

Thinking of this, Danfeng's appetite, which he hadn't had in more than ten years, was aroused. He picked up the bowl and started eating happily.

The banquet ended and the sun set.

Chang Tong led Xu Yang to the backyard.

In the backyard, the gate was locked, and Yaksha Taoist children stood on both sides.

"Master, the three family members of the Red-Faced Yaksha are here."

"Well, wait outside the door."

Xu Yang slowly pushed open the door.

He is not so eager to take fancy to everyone, but no matter what, anyone who gets close to the Red-faced Yaksha must die.

But if the opponent is some kind of powerful cultivation treasure, Xu Yang doesn't mind sucking out his essence before killing him.

Creak...the heavy door made a sound as it could not bear the weight.

The room was dim, and three figures were sitting on the ground, shivering, as if they were waiting for the final judgment.

Soon, Xu Yang walked into the room.

What caught my eye were shoulders as broad as a gate, a height as tall as an iron tower, and makeup as white as putty.

At this moment, Xu Yang thought Chang Tong was fooling him.

He switched from forward steps to backward steps, closing the door before leaving.

"Why don't you say anything?" Xu Yang scolded with a smile.

"Master, you don't like it? I thought you were the same as the Red-faced Yaksha... ahem, weird."

"You bastard, just do it. Don't report this kind of stuff in the future."

Xu Yang was speechless.

This old yaksha is indeed not something that ordinary people can understand. Not only does he look different from normal people, but his aesthetic taste has also changed.

Before leaving, take a look around this century-old village.

"All the pillars and stones were dismantled and sent to the charity cemetery."

"Yes!!"

Grain Rain season.

The canal water returned to its usual calm state. On the observatory deep in the mountains, the disciples stood behind Taoist Huang Du.

Taoist Huang Du counted the gains during this period. They did not participate in the competition for the Water Palace. River matters were more important than anything else. Once the river bursts its banks, everything they have will be gone.

Taoist Huang Du stayed on Xu Yang's name for a long time.

All the disciples were curious, what was so special about this person?
"It's very interesting that this person has mastered the Black Water Sutra." Taoist Huang Du said with interest, "This person will definitely accomplish great things. If you have nothing to do, you can interact with him more often."

"Yes!"

The rivers are clear and the seas are calm, and the storms are peaceful.

The world ushered in a brief peace.

Dijie County, although this county is a remote area, the total population of more than 20 counties in the entire county is tens of millions.

The city is bustling with people, and handicrafts and commerce are prosperous.

The world of immortal cultivation in the Fire Kingdom might not be very peaceful, but most of the fights were usually within the circle and rarely spread outside.

For example, Black Fish fights Yaksha, and Xu Yang kills Red-faced Yaksha; in the former, mortals can only see strange changes in the sky; in the latter, when Red-faced Yaksha died, mortals were still asleep.

Coupled with the intervention of monks, uncontrollable disasters rarely occur.

The prosperous times that were praised by everyone on Earth in the previous life are now just the norm in this world, so it is not surprising that the population is so large.

On the outskirts of the city, tall walls separate the buildings from the outside world.

The doors of every household were closed and there was no life at all.

There are Taoist priests who roam during the day in the sky, and there are ghosts who roam at night in the underground.

The gods travel day and night, patrolling endlessly.

This is enough to prove that this family has a high status.

On this day, the sky above the residence was covered with golden clouds, and there was an auspicious aura.

The clouds transformed into golden lotuses, and fire appeared in the void. The flames looked like strange people with human upper bodies and fire lower bodies. A young Taoist priest with a red elephant trunk, six ears, and six rings on his ears walked out of the lotus.

"Chechi County Palace, listen to my orders!!"

At this time, a large number of people came out from behind the closed door.

Leading the group was a "young man" with a pale complexion and deep old age wrinkles on his face.

The young man had a strange appearance, his eyebrows were painted with cinnabar, and his long hair was tied into the shape of ox horns, slowly reaching his shoulders.

He was not wearing a Taoist robe, but a piece of white cloth inlaid with various gemstones, and his whole body was wrapped in the cloth.

The young man's voice was old and shrill.

"Chechi County Palace Zhang Tai greets the angel!"

"The Zhang family of Chechi violated the court's laws. Zhang Tai was ordered to be confined to his home for ten years and fined one hundred thousand yuan. Zhang Cai, Zhang Hu, and Zhang Feng were guilty of serious crimes and were sentenced to beheading. The remaining disciples, Zhang Zheng, Zhang Hong, Zhang Liu... and sixteen others were exiled to the Magpie Bridge Palace to guard the Yellow Springs Golden Bridge for a year!"

The decree was handled lightly, and Zhang Tai received no substantial punishment. For a Great Dan cultivator like him who had a lifespan of a thousand years, ten years was nothing at all.

Of course, the most serious injury was the killing of three top members of the Zhang family, which was a heartbreaking thing.

Zhang Tai didn't know what to think and forced himself to put on an ugly smile.

"Thank you, Lord!"

Zhang Tai was naturally filled with hatred.

Which genius in the Fire Elephant Kingdom does not hate the Fire Elephant King? They are either killed by the Fire Elephant King or kept by his side to monitor him.

Zhang Tai was a brilliant and talented man who was determined to revive his family business. Eventually, he was secretly identified as a top-notch genius by the Fire Palace, but did not meet the criteria to be killed, so he became a eunuch beside the Fire King.

This is how the eunuch Taoist priests got their name.

He only released himself after he was sure that there was no hope of a breakthrough.

If I have a chance to turn things around in the future, I will kill all the enemies in the world!
The messenger observed Zhang Tai for a moment and saw that he was smiling and resigned to his fate, so he said, "Call these three people out and we will leave."

"Come here, escort Zhang Hu and the other two here." Zhang Tai said to the angel, "If you are not busy, why don't you stay as a guest?"

"I have something important to do, I'll do it another day."

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Daluo Township.

The carriages were loaded with supplies, and coolies were constantly loading all kinds of materials onto the carriages.

Inside the house, an elderly Taoist boy from Huaigong Temple was respectfully reporting the materials.

"Seventeen nanmu pillars, one thousand taels of silver..."

Qingping listened to the Taoist boy's report inattentively.

This is what the master specifically told me. If you encounter something you don't understand, then don't say anything. Just act as if you are unfathomable.

boom! !

It started to rain heavily.

Fortunately, it was not the Grain Rain season and the rain stopped soon.

At the same time, the materials were moved.

Qingping walked to the door. The road was muddy after the rain, and she was about to step out.

"The muddy water is dirty, how can it stain the Taoist's shoes?"

The old Taoist boy had a charming smile on his face and hurriedly lay down on the edge of the carriage.

"..." Qingping looked strange.

No matter where I go during this period, people try to fawn over me from all angles, as if if I slap them in the face, they will praise me for the loud slap.

This feeling... is wonderful, I have never experienced it like this before.

Qingping stepped on the Taoist boy's back and got onto the carriage.

……

The back garden of the charity cemetery.

Qingping directed the zombies and their families to carry various materials in preparation for the expansion of the charity cemetery.

There was no coffin in the Lingtian Pavilion, it was completely empty.

Xu Yang calculated the wealth from Yasha Manor.

"35,000 taels of silver, 500 taels of gold. A business with an annual income of 7,000, and six acres of spiritual farmland producing 12 coins per month. Not bad, not bad, Yasha Manor is indeed wealthy."

You have to know that Taoist priests are not government officials. They are not responsible for collecting taxes, nor do they have the right to interfere in tax collection. They usually just extort the rich or swallow up fertile farmland.

An income of seven thousand taels a year is considered a good level.

The thirteen acres of spiritual fields were completely cleared.

In front of him was a huge coffin, containing the body of the red-faced yaksha.

Xu Yang stood motionless, staring at the coffin in deep thought for a long time.

He prepared some materials and was even prepared to pay ten thousand taels of silver for the materials.

The purpose is certainly not to get the Red-faced Yaksha's human-sized body of more than ten feet, but the Red-faced Yaksha's true ten-foot Dharma body that has been unleashed.

If this corpse is refined, Yi Zhuang will have the combat power to build a foundation, and can compete with Huang Ya Guan in the future.

Qingping was busy running around.

A lot of things need to be sorted out during this period, including integrating business, system, etc. Xuanying, Fangtong and Rongshen are so busy that they are nowhere to be seen.

Baizhu and Qingping are responsible for handling internal affairs and making some decisions that Xuyang is too lazy to make.

dong dong dong! !

Chang Tong had five or six Qiankun bags hanging around his waist and walked slowly to the backyard.

Now that Yasha Village has taken refuge with Yi Village, he can appear here openly.

"Your Majesty, the bodies of the twenty-five Yaksha Taoist children, Liu Qing, Quan Shou, Qing Yang, Shi Ye and other relatives of Yaksha Manor, a total of 417 people, have been put into the Qiankun bag."

The nonchalant tone revealed his indifference to the lives of more than 400 people.

Cutting the grass at its roots is Xu Yang's first motto in dealing with people and things.

No matter whether it was the Ren family in the past or the Yaksha Manor today, once they are identified as enemies, they must be wiped out completely until there is no one left, even the yolk of an egg will be shaken off.

"That's almost enough. Chang Tong, after you go back, send the magic money produced by the six acres of spiritual farm every month."

There are thirteen acres of land here, and an additional six acres of spiritual field essence, which is equivalent to twenty acres when rounded off.

With twenty acres of spiritual fields being refined at the same time, he didn't believe that he couldn't refine a foundation-building zombie.

boom! !

The door is closed.

Outsiders only saw gusts of cold wind and heard the cries of ghosts and the howling of wolves.

Before I knew it, a year had passed.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)