I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 81 Yin Shang God, Shang King Crusade

Meishan.

This place has become a famous mountain with a radius of thousands of miles.

Zhang Wulang, the leader of Meishan and the founder of the altar, has even become the god in the hearts of many hunters. It is a law to worship Wulang God when entering the mountain.

In the center of the top of the mountain is the Tongtian Altar, which is nine feet high, and hundreds of large black altars are placed underneath.

These are rampant soldiers with disheveled hair and wandering mountains hunting rampant soldiers.

One three elders plus three officials, a total of four people, with a limit of [-] each, then [-] rampant soldiers.

Rampant soldiers were dispatched, flying sand and rocks, overturning altars and ruining temples, the scene seemed to be doomsday.

Of course, raising these rampant soldiers is also very costly. There are tens of thousands of sticks of incense burning around the altar all day long, day and night, and the smoke pillars can be seen for hundreds of miles.

There is a palace beside the altar, and inside the palace, Zhang Wulang listened to what his subordinates reported.

"A total of 1000, 61 sailors are proficient in using Dharma Water to cure diseases. Among them, 200 master exorcism, healing, beast repelling, and spellcasting. 30 will become rampant."

Disciple Fa rampant is a secret technique developed by Zhang Wulang, which allows people who don't practice rampant warfare to summon a few ghost soldiers.

First write your name on the yellow paper and place it on the corresponding altar of rampant soldiers to worship. Every cycle, drop a drop of your own blood essence to refine the corresponding dharma water, so that you can summon rampant soldiers .

Because of the protection of Fashui, ghosts will not be wiped out in the world.

Therefore, within Meishan, Zhang Wulang is also called the altar master.

"What's the reaction to collecting money for medical treatment this time?" Zhang Wulang asked.

"There hasn't been much response. We have different rates for the poor and the rich, and it's within their reach."

"That's fine."

Continuous sacrifices have become a burden, Zhang Wulang only thought of charging for medical treatment.

"Altar Master, Lord Xiong Ying is here to invite you."

At this time, someone came over again.

Hearing Xiong Ying's name, Zhang Wulang knew that something was wrong, so he quickly sent someone to notify all parties.

Come to the creek in the back mountain.

The apes are playing, and the flowing water is gurgling.

There is a small wooden house by the stream. In front of the house, there is an old man drinking alone. There is a book in front of him, as if he is writing something.

Zhang Wulang took a closer look, and it turned out that he wrote about Zhu Rong's bloodline.

"Hey, why bother, you could have lived for more than 100 years." Zhang Wulang sighed looking at Xiong Ying, who had aged beyond adulthood in just a dozen years.

"Haha, I have to do something for future generations." Xiong Ying put down her pen and motioned for Zhang Wulang to sit down opposite.

"Our Xiong family has Zhu Rong's bloodline, which is strong by eating fire, and its cultivation speed far surpasses other tribes. With the development of bloodline, Zhu Rong's blood has become a curse, but..."

Xiong Ying changed the subject, "A few years ago, Xiong Ba entered the Qi-eating realm. He raised a possibility. Maybe this is not a curse, but that he cannot control the powerful power of his ancestors. Just like a child dancing a knife, he will hurt himself if he is not careful .”

Therefore, Xiong Ying studied day and night, and even defied the law by herself, causing a huge deficit in her body.

"Hey, don't worry, you are too anxious."

"Haha, the timing is just right. When you get older, you won't have the chance to study it. Now that Xiong Ba has broken through the food qi, your third son Zhang Xian has also broken through the food qi, and the eldest son Zhang Fu is about to break through. In addition, Yuan Hong and Yu Qi will also break through. There are you, there are five people in total.”

Xiong Ying felt that she was not bad, but the key was to plan for her son.

He placed Chu State's further expectations on Xiong Ba. Now that this kid is in his prime, there will be no curses for the time being. When he gets older, he will be at a loss.

"it is good."

Xiong Ying put away the notes, and after a while, a few rays of light flew over, including Yuan Hong and three young people.

One of them looks similar to Xiong Ying, but he is not as tall and big as the Xiong royal family, which is in great contrast with his name Xiong Ba.

"Father!" Xiong Ba knelt down with tears in his eyes.

"Ahem, don't cry. I have been a monarch for a hundred years, and I have long been indifferent to life and death. There is a saying that I must tell you. The first important task of a monarch is to respect the gods and protect the people. This is the standard for testing whether the monarch is qualified."

Everyone listened quietly without saying a word.

The King of Heroes came to the end of his life, and he still didn't talk about his personal feelings, only his encouragement to the younger generation.

The gods do not allow yin and yang to be confused. Except for official business, the ancestors have no chance to contact the living. In their view, once they die, they will enter eternal peace.

The state of Chu is different from other countries. The monarch is not born to be a monarch, and blood is only a part of it. The key is to undertake the responsibility of respecting the gods and protecting the people.

Xiong Ying kept repeating these, lest her son follow in his father's footsteps.

In the end, he handed over part of his understanding of Zhu Rong's curse to Xiong Ba, and passed away peacefully with a smile on his face.

No matter how powerful they were during life, they are always peaceful after death.

Three days later.

Follow Xiong Ying's last wish, don't make a big splash, don't waste extravagance.

call!
At the moment of burial, there was a storm, and ghosts and gods greeted him.

A golden light flew out from the tomb and disappeared.

hell.

Father and son Zhang Qi, Xiong Ying, and Zhu Man, as well as some core executives were waiting.

"Man, how is this kid?" Xiong Ying asked with a half-smile, knowingly.

"Very good, much better than me." Zhu Man coughed in embarrassment, and then remembered his bold words, saying that when the next descendants come down, they must give them a few big mouths.

Now it seems that this mouth can't be punched.

"Wait later, there must be a chance in the future!"

Soon, the gods brought Xiong Ying down.

Seeing several ancestors, Xiong Ying bowed down to salute.

"Are there any positions?" Tang Ping asked Zhang Qi.

"No more." Zhang Qi also briefly reported on the development of Yintu.

The underworld of Chu State borders on the underworld here, just to the south, it is a bit barren now, and it belongs to the wild area where there are no ghosts.

Tang Ping thought for a moment, and said, "Xiong Ying, you are good at development, and you will go to the Underworld of Chu State to guard and be responsible for receiving the souls of the dead."

"Yes!"

Afterwards, Tang Ping roughly arranged the affairs of the underworld.

"Have you ever found a treasure of earth, material and earth?" Tang Ping asked.

There is a mountain-cutting and grass-cutting ceremony in the contract, and other gods are qualified to practice, but they can't use it.

Tang Ping guessed that it might be because there is no cave, and there is no connection between Yin and Yang.

"I don't have a clue yet."

Tang Ping thought to himself: "Perhaps we can only find it in Jianxia."

But he is not in a hurry, just wait slowly.

The world of Yin and Yang is peaceful, full of vitality, and everything is competing.

The current situation is not suitable for taking risks. You can become stronger by lying down, and it only takes a little time. Tang Ping doesn't care about life span.

Afterwards, Tang Ping practiced in seclusion again, trying to break through the Night Traveling God as soon as possible.

On weekdays, drive a car, or teach a new student.

But the world will never be so quiet and peaceful.

The catastrophe is coming.

Huaxia Heluo, Chaoge.

It has been 8000 years since Pan Geng moved his capital. This is a god city, the whole body is poured with bronze and hangs high in the air.

The sun shines, the sun clocks.

Standing among the colorful clouds, the phoenix bird makes a pilgrimage, and the dragon circles the pillar.

Suspended three hundred feet high in the air, 36 thick bronze gates lead to long bronze stairs, all the way down to the world, and caravans of various ethnic groups come and go.

This is the sacred mountain where eight hundred princes worship.

In this era where humans and gods live together, the king of Shang is a god, and Zixian, who has been in power for 800 years, is a god.

Among the caravans, there were blue-eyed square pupils, or barbarian kings with horned ghost faces who brought their descendants to pay homage.

Among them, a large part was subdued, and a small part joined on their own initiative.

At this time, a grand sacrifice was being held in front of the Shang Palace.

A total of 600 people were sacrificed for this sacrifice.

Either buried alive, or cooked in a tripod, or made into dried meat and meat pies.

The smoke soared into the sky, like Yunxia Waterfall.

Dozens of great witches with natural visions danced and danced in the smoke all over the sky.

The red priest, the blue smoke, the golden throne, and various gods... constitute a bloody and sacred sacrifice.

At this time, the barbarian kings of various tribes came, and their eldest sons were taken away by the wizard, and the ministers received them to bathe and change clothes.

A barbarian king of the cannibal said: "Wow, as expected of the Shang Kingdom, eating so many people at once!"

The one-horned minister in red covered his mouth and mocked: "This is not your barbarian, we are offering sacrifices to God, what are these people, the king killed a tribe with a population of one million at one time in Guifang, this time it is to celebrate this event.

This is the gift of the kingdom, you should learn more. "

"Why do you kill so many if you don't eat, you are too barbaric..." the man-eating barbarian king stopped.

"Submit to Shangguo, you won't be able to be king in the future, I'll show you to watch the ceremony later." The little minister said aloofly.

This group of uncivilized barbarians is about to have the most wonderful encounter in their lives. They have seen all kinds of killing methods, which opened their eyes to those who only know how to chop with knives.

The Merchant's God is the supreme God.

Under God are Di Ku (also known as Di Jun, Di Kui), Qi, Xuan Ming, Wang Hai, Shang Jia Wei, and Shang Tang.There are other emperors and emperors.

God is nameless, formless, and in control of all things.

The ancestors are also the emperors of God. All things in nature, such as Difeng, Diyun, Diyang, Digong, Dijiang, and Dishui, must be preceded by the word Di, which means the servant of God.

There are also foreigners who say that God is actually Emperor Ku, the ancestor of the merchants, but no one has confirmed this claim. Anyway, God is unpredictable.

After watching the ceremony, someone asked where the eldest son had gone.

The minister brought up the meat pie, which tasted very fragrant, and just smelling it made people feel comfortable, as if it was some kind of panacea.

The minister smiled slightly and said, "Your son has gone down to serve the late king, and he has reserved a portion for you. This is a gift from the gods."

The barbarian kings could only eat, some were used to it, and some hated it, but they couldn't bear it.

So far, they are considered "Menghua, civilized"
At the end of the great sacrifice, the King of Shang announced the end of the Northern Expedition, and the next step was to teach the Nanman and Fang Guo a lesson.

Shu, Jing, Qi, Yong, Huaiyi, Xifang, and Lifang are all listed here.

(End of this chapter)