Chapter 167: Night Banquet in the Underworld

Mountain God Temple.

Zhou Yi fell, and the ghosts retreated.

They piled up together, trembling but not daring to leave.

Lightning flashed around the temple, and the souls flew away if touched, and the souls were unstable when approaching.

The old face of the mountain god looked at the Taoist coming, without fear, but with a sense of relief.

"Are you not afraid of death?"

"I should have died a long time ago!"

The voice of the tree demon changed from male to female, saying: "For him, I..."

Boom!

Purple thunder fell from the sky, splitting the tree demon into charcoal, lightning splashed, and dozens of evil ghosts turned into nothingness.

The demon illustration flipped, and a half-human, half-tree demon appeared.

Reward: Shenmu Pill.

Zhou Yi had killed more than one thousand-year-old tree demon, and this one can be listed separately because its soul is human.

Memory fragments emerged. The tree demon's body was Yin Huai. When it was born, it had grown in the Black Mountain for hundreds of years. .

She transformed into a woman and practiced in the mountains. A hundred years ago, she fell in love with a scholar and gave birth to children. However, the scholar lived with the tree demon for a long time, and his mortal body could not withstand the erosion of the demonic energy. He died of a serious illness in just a dozen years.

The tree demon collected the scholar's residual soul and prevented him from entering the reincarnation. He sought a way to revive everywhere, and finally asked the ghosts and gods in the underworld.

The ghosts and gods refined the scholar's residual soul into the body of the tree demon, turning it into a half-human and half-demon. After the scholar was resurrected, in order to exchange the soul of the tree demon from the hands of the ghosts and gods, he attacked and killed passers-by to sacrifice the soul.

After the murder was exposed, not only did no one come to kill him, but he joined the Heavenly Demon League.

Ten years ago, the tree demon refined the merit beads and was named the mountain god, becoming the source of the Heavenly Demon League's Shinto news.

The tree demon had the power of the mountain god and was blessed by the Heavenly Demon League, so he sacrificed the soul even more unscrupulously.

Until Yan Chixiao found out that the mountain god was practicing eating people, he wanted to kill him, so he decided to make a desperate move and summon ghosts and gods from outside the domain to come, hoping to make great achievements in exchange for his lover's soul.

"No matter what the hardship is, it is not a reason to harm people!"

Zhou Yi snorted coldly. In his opinion, it was all excuses for being possessed by the devil because of love and destroying the world for love.

Once possessed by the devil, he should be killed!

"The Heavenly Demon Alliance can affect the court's canonization of mountain and water gods..."

Zhou Yi's heart was filled with murderous aura, and he waved his hand with several thunderbolts, smashing a hundred and eighty evil ghosts.

...

Hong County.

There are evil ghosts and evil spirits wandering everywhere in the city, and they will pounce on living people.

They suck the yang energy, devour the flesh and blood, and put the living souls into the soul-binding bag.

Ghosts and gods judge military merits by the living souls. If there are not enough, they will become food on the plate, and if they have captured a lot, they can be served at the table.

The fastest way for evil spirits and evil ghosts to practice is to devour the yang energy of living people, and then refine their own kind.

In the City God Temple on the east side of the county town.

Hundreds of people crowded together, holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to make any sound.

There were continuous screams of evil spirits and people dying outside.

"Hehe..."

"Ah!"

Outside the City God Temple.

Ghost General Pan Jia sat on the official chair, enjoying the blood food offered by his subordinates.

Under Pan Jia's feet was an old head, the corpse of the God of Land in Hong County.

As soon as the evil ghost army entered the county, they forcibly broke through the God of Land Temple, broke the golden body of the god, and beheaded the God of Land on the spot.

Sure enough, this move shocked the masters in the city, allowing the evil ghosts to run rampant, and no one dared to come out to stop them.

This was the experience Pan Jia gained from several times of plundering living souls.

"General, the old man of the City God dare not leave the underworld, so why not rush in and drive those people out."

An old ghost licked his lips. Hundreds of people gathered in the temple, and the anger rose, which was a fatal temptation for the evil ghosts.

In the underworld, living people are hard to come by, and they are a delicacy that only the ghost king can enjoy.

Even if ordinary evil ghosts meet them, they can't hide in time. Living people who set foot in the underworld are more terrifying than ghosts.

"Idiot!"

Pan Jia slapped the old ghost's head and said mysteriously: "The military book says, if you are surrounded on three sides and one is missing, don't chase the desperate enemy! If the old city god is forced into a corner, at least hundreds of ghost soldiers will be needed to fill in. How can we rob them later?"

When Pan Jia was a ghost soldier, he once robbed a general's military book. After studying it, he suddenly realized it.

Relying on the strategies in the military book, every time he came to the world to rob souls, he could sacrifice others to save himself, and he was promoted to a ghost general in just a few decades.

"General, you are smart!"

The old ghost flattered: Every time I come to the world, I can follow you... eh? What is that? "

Pan Jia followed the old ghost's gaze and saw a bright light rising into the sky, instantly burning away the dark clouds gathered by the ghost army.

The sunlight shone down, making Pan Jia feel weak.

"That's the land temple... there are human monks coming!"

"General, what should we do?"

The old ghost looked at the flames burning the sky red, his eyes stinging with black smoke, and he was horrified. If he got close, he would be burned to death.

"Of course... there is a saying in the art of war that running away is the best strategy!"

Pan Jia pinched the magic formula with his hands and was about to escape underground, but found that the ground was as hard as steel and it was difficult to escape underground.

"Damn it! That old land god is restless even after death, and he sealed the ground veins! "

With a curse, he kicked the head of the God of Land away, which fell into the City God Temple, shocking the City God who was ready to make a move.

Unable to escape underground, he had to ride on the dark cloud to escape outside the city.

Suddenly.

A long spear broke through the air, and the black tiger under General Song's seat stepped on the cloud with four claws and stopped Pan Jia.

"Where are you going!"

"City God?"

Pan Jia didn't want to entangle with it, and sensed a surging flame approaching rapidly.

Waving his hand to grab the old ghost behind him, he threw it to the front to block the spear, and turned the dark cloud to escape to the other side.

"This guy seems to be much smarter than other ghost generals?"

Wu Yuan stepped into the void and urged the Demon-Slaying Sword to block Pan Jia's way.

"We are all cultivators, why do we have to force each other?"

Pan Jia said: "Let me go, these thousands of ghost soldiers will all belong to you, you can make great achievements without risking your life!"

General Song glanced at the City God who was hiding in the underworld, his eyes full of contempt.

"I dared to risk my life when I was alive, and I am even less afraid after death!"

"Then go to death..."

Pan Jia opened his mouth and spit out billowing smoke, turning the area of ​​dozens of feet into black. Countless ghosts shuttled in the smoke and entangled General Song and the other two.

Taking this opportunity, Pan Jia fled on the cloud, and suddenly a loud shout came from behind.

"Die!"

The boiling hot oil, like boiling water, was poured on Pan Jia's ghost body.

Sizzle!

In an instant, half of the ghost body turned into black smoke and dissipated. Pan Jia knew that he was going to die, and looked back before he died.

The man who came was a giant man with flames all over his body. The scaly horse under him was flashing purple-red flames, and he held a red sword in his hand.

Yan Chixiao didn't look at Pan Jia. The six ghost generals before had already become dead souls under the sword.

Anything that was stained with a trace of Nanming Lihuo would not be extinguished until it was burned to ashes.

Yan Chixiao shuttled through the streets of Hong County holding the Nanming Lihuo Sword. No matter where the evil ghosts and evil spirits hid, they would all be reduced to ashes wherever the Lihuo aura covered them.

A moment later.

There was no more ghost in the city, but unfortunately most of the people in the city had been harmed by ghosts.

The only thing they could do was to release the living souls from the soul-binding bag and send them to the underworld for reincarnation.

At this time, the door of the City God Temple was wide open, and the judge led several underworld messengers and bowed to Yan Chixiao and others.

"Thank you, Immortal, for killing the ghosts and saving the people of Hong County from disaster. The City God will report this achievement to the court for reward, and will also erect monuments and build temples for the immortals, and receive incense and offerings from the people..."

"There are only a few living people in the city, where are the people?"

Yan Chixiao glared with his tiger eyes, frightening the judge to retreat: "You only need to resist the ghost army for a moment, and you can avoid most of the disaster."

"Immortal, calm down. We have received a message from General Song. We have invited the rich families in the county to the temple."

The judge sensed Yan Chixiao's increasingly fierce gaze, especially the fierce sword in his hand, and retreated to the temple gate and said: "The surname of the City God is Lu, Immortal, think twice before acting..."

General Song transmitted: "General Yan, the City God of Hong County is the descendant of the current first-rank Lu Taishi."

The Taishi Ling is a nominal position in Dagan. Apart from compiling historical materials and books, he does not have much actual power, but the first-rank official position is enough to explain everything.

Yan Chixiao wanted to chop the judge with a sword, but the other party did not break the law, and he did not want to provoke a big enemy for Zhou Yi, so he finally sighed.

"Let's go!"

...

Guobei County.

The City God's netherworld.

Zhou Yi sat at the top, with Yan Chixiao and General Song on his left and right.

There was a large group of living and dead people in the hall, including new ghosts such as Yi Fei and Huang Laodao, and ghost messengers under the command of the City God.

Ghosts and gods retreated, and the armies of evil spirits were destroyed. General Song hosted a banquet for everyone in the netherworld.

First, he thought Yan Chixiao and others were worthy of friendship, and second, he thanked the people of Guobei for saving their lives.

General Song witnessed the tragic situation of the other seven counties, which were farther away from Heishan than Guobei. The more numerous ones, such as Hong County, were empty, and the fewer ones had 20% to 30% dead. As for the villages where the evil spirit army passed, even the chickens and dogs were swallowed up.

The arrival of the Yin God seemed to be anticlimactic, disappearing in just one or two hours, but in fact, the casualties were more than the White Lotus Rebellion in Bodhi County.

If the ghost army was allowed to wreak havoc for a few days, I wonder how many people would be left in Jinhua County.

"Let's have a banquet--"

The old temple priest's voice was drawn out, and then ghost messengers floated in one by one, carrying delicious dishes.

The owners of the restaurants in the county all received the city god's dream, and ordered the chefs to use all their strength to prepare food for the heroes.

Originally, the officials in the county were also going to come. After receiving the news, they asked to enter the underworld to thank Yan Chixiao and others.

At the same time, there was a little thing that I hoped Yan Chixiao would agree to, that is, County Magistrate Guo, who died in the assassination of the White Lotus demon, hoped that he would die fighting against the ghost army instead. If not, he would die at the hands of the ghost general...

Before Yan Chixiao got angry, Zhou Yi used the heart-searching technique to ask the secrets of several people.

Among them, Feng Dianshi had several lives on his body, and several others also had their own sins, and they were all thrown into prison.

The wine and food were served quickly. Everyone was not a literary person, and the friendship formed on the battlefield was deeper than any polite words. They ate and drank as they pleased, and they hated the leader's speech the most.

Living people swallowed and chewed their food, while the ghost messenger cast a spell to absorb the food breath, and they could also taste the wine and meat.

There were also new ghosts at the banquet, who did not know how to absorb the breath, and could not eat the delicacies or drink the wine.

"The method of absorbing the breath is easy to learn, but the spirit is weak, how to cast the spell?"

Seeing this, General Song was uneasy: "I was not thoughtful enough, and I let you..."

"What's the difficulty?"

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Today is the fifteenth day of the month, I will borrow a ray of moonlight to congratulate you!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and grabbed the void, and a full moon hung on the top of the underworld hall, and wisps of moonlight flowed out.

"Two moons!"

The ghost at the door stretched his neck more than ten feet, stretched out the door to look at the full moon in the sky, and then looked at the full moon in the hall. The two bright moons were exactly the same.

"The Wuliang Tianzun! Picking stars and catching the moon, this one is incredible!"

The Taoist Huang opened his mouth and swallowed a ray of moonlight, and the hollow in the soul's abdomen slowly healed.

Under the nourishment of the moonlight, the soul power increased rapidly, and the practice of the Qi-eating technique could absorb the flavors of the wine and food.

The ghost servants also follow the same example, sharing the lunar moonlight to repair the broken parts of the ghost body. The incense in the Chenghuang Temple was limited, and General Song was reluctant to let his subordinates enter reincarnation, so his meager divine power was limited to maintaining the spirit and body.

"Master Xie Yiqing!"

Everyone thanked him in unison.

After three rounds of drinking, it was revealed that the ghost guards were elite killers in the military during their lifetimes, and the police officers came from various religions. The atmosphere quickly became lively by punching and throwing dice while drinking.

Zhou Yi came down from the top, and Huang Laodao, who was playing dice happily, immediately sat upright.

As both Taoist monks, Huang Laodao respected Zhou Yi a little more than others, and he had a little bit of speculation in his heart, if he could worship the senior...

Zhou Yi urged: "Why are you so stunned? You are shaking the dice!"

"ah?"

Huang Laodao looked stunned.

"Ah what, count me in."

Zhou Yi waved his hand and threw a handful of copper coins at a small location.

Huang Laodao subconsciously shook the dice cup, and when he opened it, it was two, two, three, seven.

Zhou Yi skillfully divides the money into points, and several ghosts who bet on the small ones catch the fast ones, each with his or her own victory or defeat.

"Keep going!"

"okay!"

Huang Laodao shook the dice cup and said with a smile, "Do you still know how to play this?"

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "I am not old. Back then, I was determined to visit all the hooks in Da Gan!"

"sharp!"

"The real person is actually the same as me..."

"Haha! What a beautiful thought, but you are a poor kid!"

"They are looking for courtesans!"

Suddenly the distance became closer, and Zhou Yi fell from being a god to a mortal. But it's not ordinary. There are city gods parading around the gambling table, swordsmen from all over the world, and Taoist priests painting talismans.

The banquet will not rest until Zishi.

General Song sent everyone out of the Yin Division. There were already the seductive messengers under the command of Jinhua County City God waiting outside.

Huang Laodao, Yifei and others are from Jinhua City. If the soul does not automatically go to the underworld after death, the city god will send an envoy to seize the soul according to the instructions of the Yang Book.

"I've met a real person."

It is already a great honor for the seducer to wait for several hours.

Of course, there is no problem with waiting for a few more days and nights, as the thunder on the Black Mountain has not yet extinguished.

Zhou Yi slowly said: "I feel like old friends with these people at first sight. They are all good people. I hope the envoy will report the truth to the City God."

"sure."

The soul-seducing messenger took out the soul-seducing token, and rays of mysterious light fell on Huang Laodao and other ghosts. Then a mysterious pulling force appeared in the void, causing the messenger and everyone's souls to take back the Jinhua Yinsi together.

"Senior Yiqing, am I a lone star of evil?"

Yan Chixiao looked at the direction in which Huang Laodao and others disappeared, and murmured to himself: "Since I came to Jinhua, friends around me have been dying all the time. Sometimes I really want to resign and go into seclusion, so as not to harm people's lives."

Without waiting for Zhou Yi to speak, the three detectives who were lucky enough to survive the Black Mountain battle were the first to speak.

"Brother Yan, don't say that."

"How can we fear life and death when we join Brother Yan?"

"Me too..."

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with aura, and he looked at Yan Chixiao with his qi-gazing technique.

Originally, Yan Chixiao's evil spirit was rushing to the top, with no energy and no luck, which was a sign that he was determined to defeat his friends, but now it turned into a faint purple flame.

There are demonic textures in the flames, as well as merit auras.