nycdaug Chapter 333: Ghost Village Chief
Chapter 333: Ghost Village Chief
Majia Village once appeared in the Wujia Dynasty and was home to a prime minister, a prefect and two generals. It was well-known within a thousand miles.
These people built ancestral halls and feng shui stones, and some wealthy families also used their stones to build bridges and roads.
Gradually, they established relations with the spiritual community and worshipped some village guardian spirits. However, after their death, they discovered that among the sixteen spirits worshipped in the village, only the black fox appeared here. The others, even if they were worshipped and kneeled down, would instantly decay and die, and scream in fear.
So now they only kneel down to worship the Black Fox. The ghost village has existed for one hundred and sixty years. It has been constantly exploring the surroundings, and some people have walked out, but they have never returned once they have traveled more than three hundred miles.
Over the years, they have encountered many strange creatures, but they are no match for the Black Fox. In addition, some of them are weird. After the village took out green rice, although they were greedy, they still left. They only came back every three to five years to collect some, which was considered as accepting the village's offerings, and they lived in peace.
A blessed and auspicious place. People with merits and virtues will be protected after death, and a unique auspicious place will be formed in the underworld.
The black fox is psychic and can attract the general of a peach tree demon sixty miles away. Although its strength is not high, it has the talent of confusing and can kill those in the late Dharma stage. When encountering the weirdness of the Hedao realm, there is no way, just run away if you can. When it reaches the mountains, those monsters dare not go over.
"Is there no underworld here? No place of reincarnation?" Zhang Song was curious and finally found someone he could communicate with.
The black fox felt uneasy, as he realized that this person might have really broken in from the outside world. He couldn't be the legendary White Bone Emperor.
"Senior, I have never heard of reincarnation, but I do know that there are many large mansions and dangerous places here. Those who were powerful generals or were named gods in their lifetime can all obtain a territory in the netherworld."
"If you can get incense, even the souls of ordinary people can be blessed, just like this Majia Village, which has a population of over ten thousand, holds a grand festival every year, and has talismans burned by nobles themselves, which can protect an area of 150 miles. Most of the weird things dare not approach."
"What about those deities that were enthroned by the previous dynasty whose incense has ceased to be worshipped?"
"It will become an evil place. Some will lose control of themselves and dissipate. Some will gain magical powers or become strange. You must never approach a place like that."
Black Fox thought for a moment and said, "More than thirty years ago, a group of soldiers attacked Peach Blossom Mountain. They fought for three days and failed. I saw a two-headed general and a wolf-faced general escape with their men. I guess they came from the evil land."
The people of Majia Village dare not investigate their origin. Jidi can only barely resist some monsters, but cannot resist the powerful evil spirits.
There are ghost cultivators here who have mastered the cultivation methods. Their strength is preliminarily estimated to be at the Hedao realm, or even the Zhenjun realm.
There are divisions of power here. These places no longer have much value, and not many laws are evident. Instead, they are like the real world, with buildings being built and crops being planted. Gradually, they become solid and slowly merge with the real world.
This is definitely not the place that Ku Gu Tathagata wants to seal, and the power he wants to control is definitely not that of the king of a country like this.
There are five kinds of spiritual rice: white, green, blood, gold, and black.
The best spiritual rice grown in Majia Village is green rice. Most of it is not eaten and is given to the young and strong. Another part is given to those who can practice cultivation. However, the cultivation methods of Majia Village are too crude, and the highest level is the Dharma Realm.
If he believes it, he will believe it 100%.
In his eyes, these people were all evil ghosts with green faces and fangs, some were hanged ghosts with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks, and so on.
There is a natural charm in the voices of these people, constantly testing your bottom line. This is what is called nonsense.
The only one who can be trusted is the black fox. Although the black fox is not very skilled in Taoism, he has his own way and knows what he needs and how to get it.
The ghost village is the biggest weirdness in this underworld. If other creatures came here, they would immediately become nutrients for Qingmi.
There are so few green rice in the vast rice fields that their young and strong men are forced to go out hunting and bury the rice under the soil to become nutrients.
"Take me to see your ancestral temple." Zhang Song said with a smile.
The old man dared not disobey. A hint of green light flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed it forcefully, not daring to raise any murderous intent in his heart.
The ancestral hall was dark and the door was bloody. There was a huge incense burner filled with ashes.
These incense sticks have certain magical powers and can easily deal with monsters like the human-faced dog. Even if the strange tree breaks in and is splashed with such a jar of incense ash, it would be like being poured with hot oil, which would be unbearable.
There are layers of tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall, but the one enshrined in the center is not a person's name, but a title: Chang'an Jun, the Pillar of the Underworld.
The old man bent over and lowered his head, saying hoarsely, "This is a great general who once walked out of our village. After his death, he was named Tianzhu General by the emperor of the current dynasty and controlled an entire prefecture. Unfortunately, we can't contact him anymore."
Zhang Song glanced at the ranking list and nodded gently: "It's okay, I'll help you see if I can get in touch with him."
The black fox beside him showed fear on his face, and his hair stood up. He quickly stopped him and said, "No, Senior, you can't do that. We can't bear it. We can't bear it."
His expression was fierce, and he raised his big hairy claws and slapped the old village chief hard in the face.
"If you want to die, don't hold me back."
"Senior, we don't know the origin of the statue on the offering plaque. The temple to this statue existed before our ghost village was built."
"He was the second generation village chief. He was invited from Taohua Mountain with hundreds of kilograms of green rice. After that, the village was stable for many years. It was only in the last few decades that we lost contact."
Zhang Song took a look and prepared to call this Chang'an Jun to take a look.
Several ideas popped up in the five spiritual consciousnesses.
"Keep it for now, lock onto the aura, judging from the realm, it should have reached the True Lord realm, and can simply be used to resist minor disasters."
"They mentioned Peach Blossom Mountain several times. There must be something strange there. They thought they could suppress me and kill me. This Peach Blossom Mountain must be related to this Chang'an Jun. Don't alarm them first. Go to Peach Blossom Mountain and take a look before making any plans."
"Be careful. The golden bodhisattva just glanced at the throne. It's either related to the withered bones Buddha himself or to the withered martial arts ancestor."
Zhang Song watched for a while before turning around and leaving. Black Fox breathed a sigh of relief and followed carefully behind him. The creepy feeling that had just arisen in his heart finally disappeared.
"Take me to Peach Blossom Mountain." Zhang Song looked at the black fox.
"It's senior."
The black fox trembled and shook, almost crying.
I felt bitter in my heart. Although I knew those neighbors living in the mountains, I was always nervous every time I met them. They looked at me with anticipation, as if they were looking at their own piglets.