The Ferry of the Heavens: Hong Kong Comprehensive Start

Chapter 409

Therefore, as a local master, Ling Yaodong is determined to help these actors.

Even if you want to do business at a loss.

I saw Ling Yaodong's heart moved, divine power gushed out, turned into a beam of white light, and shone from the statue to Zhang Da.

Zhang Da was taken aback.

Yang Da was also taken aback.

The other members of the troupe were also stunned.

"Did I get dazzled just now... There seems to be a white light?" The young man with sallow skin pulled the man next to him and said.

"I seem to have seen it too." The man's tone was not very sure.

The two of them started chatting, which immediately aroused discussions among other people in the troupe.

At this time, everyone realized that it was not their own eyes that were dazzled, but white light really appeared.

"The Lord of the Land has appeared! The Lord of the Land has appeared! The Lord of the Land has appeared!" The young man with sallow skin said emotionally.

Hearing what he said, the members of the other theater troupe all had obvious excited expressions on their faces, and the eyes of the gods looking at Ling Yaodong changed. Only Yang Da had a ghost in his heart, so his expression was gloomy, and he suddenly understood why the Nantou town Ge Dafu, why did you specially send a housekeeper here to look for this land master? It turns out that this land master is really effective!

For a moment, Yang Da felt a little uneasy, like a child who did something wrong, worried about being discovered by his parents.

Yang Da's performance is very abnormal.

But no one paid attention to him at this time.

Even Ling Yaodong is not paying attention to him.

His attention is all on his divine power.

He finally deeply realized why the gods don't easily manifest themselves in front of people!

It is true that the more people there are, the more exaggerated the divine power will be consumed.

He originally had 490 points of divine power.

This time, he showed himself in front of 28 people, and he only had 20 points of divine power left.

What can you do with 20 points of divine power?

Ling Yaodong's sense of security just picked up a little bit, and it disappeared.

Fortunately, only tomorrow.

Even if there is no worship, but as long as they still believe in themselves, then Ling Yaodong can obtain incense and vow power from them.

Although Ling Yaodong has few believers at this time, he has [Hundred-fold Amplification] on him. Even if only a dozen or twenty points of incense power are recorded in the account every day, he can still replenish his divine power, and even have extra.

Moreover, Ling Yaodong paid such a high price this time, and it was not without gain.

He noticed that on his [Shinto Talisman], there were two more silk threads, which were connected to the troupe.

This meant that two more people from the theater troupe became his disciples, a young man with sallow skin, and a young man who had made a fuss before.

However, the level of faith of these two people is not deep, but shallow believers, only a little better than ordinary believers.

This kind of believers, especially male believers, are not firm in their stance. Maybe one day they see a beautiful Miao Zhu, and their souls will be seduced away. They even forget who their own gods are, and fall into the arms of other gods... ...Oh, it's the end of the Qing Dynasty, and there is no such [Black Silk Letter Recruiting Activity]...but it's the same.

The faith of shallow believers is not reliable!
These two people now each provide Ling Yaodong with a maximum of 1 point of incense wish power every day. Adding up, it is not as much as a true believer gives Ling Yaodong incense power, and a true believer can stand the test!

Then again!

Although shallow believers do not have deep beliefs, they are still believers.

If managed well, shallow believers can become deep believers, and deep believers can become true believers.

But this kind of thing has to be done by an agent.

You can't rely on the gods to show up every time.

The more gods appear, the cheaper they become!
One day believers will not show their holiness when encountering something, then believers will easily hate the gods.

This is not beautiful!
Western gods would choose priests to herd the god's lamb.

The gods in the east are temple blessings.

But not everyone can serve as a temple wisher.

There are still requirements for qualifications!
Ling Yaodong has just turned ten followers, and he is an unqualified land lord. He only has one shrine, not even the most basic temple. How can he be qualified to choose a temple?
He shook his head, not thinking about it!
Although he spent a lot of time and effort, he only got two shallow believers.

But this is only temporary.

Ling Yaodong has already laid his hands down.

People especially need spiritual sustenance in times of crisis.

Then they would rush to convert to his faith.

Ling Yaodong had this confidence, he smiled mysteriously, took another look at the unnatural Yang Da, and then returned to the statue space.

And the troupe, after bowing down to Ling Yaodong's statue once more, continued to pick up their belongings and followed Yang Da to Shatian Village.

After leaving Ling Yaodong's shrine, Yang Da breathed a sigh of relief.

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The mountain road is not easy to walk.

Especially this kind of mountain road that has been abandoned for many years.

When Yang Da came to Shatian Village with the troupe in a hurry, the sun had already set.

In the era without light pollution, the sky darkened very quickly.

This result made Yang Da very satisfied.

Because it was dark, the theater troupe would not easily see the graves of the first base in Sha Tin Village.

He could also deceive Zhang Da, the theater troupe, and let them quickly set up a stage to sing.

As long as the play is over, it doesn't matter even if the troupe finds out the truth.

Even if they killed Yang Da himself, Yang Da would have no regrets.

But people are not as good as ghosts.

Yang Da miscalculated.

As soon as they came down from Tiangou Ridge, they saw a few balls of flames from a distance.

The theater troupe didn't take it seriously, but Yang Da's heart skipped a beat. Could it be a will-o'-the-wisp?

When they got closer, they found that it was a lantern.

An old man in a melon cap and mandarin jacket, leading several villagers, and holding some white lanterns, was waiting for them at the door.

As soon as he saw Yang Dahe's troupe, a bright smile appeared on his face and he waved again and again.

The theater troupe smiled at the enthusiasm and satisfaction of the village.

None of them noticed that Yang Da's expression was indeed frozen, as if he had seen a ghost.

He had indeed seen a ghost.

Because Yang Da recognized the identity of the old man, the village head of Shatian Village, Li Qingshan—one of the people who died in Heifeng Lutu Village that year.

Although Yang Da couldn't recognize the names of those people next to him, he looked familiar to them, and they should be one of the dead that year.

He just tricked this grassroots team to sing for the dead, but he didn't want to really come to sing for the dead.

Yang Da only felt cold all over. He was not afraid of death, but his little conscience made him not want this troupe to die here with him.

Just when Yang Da was at a loss, Li Qingshan, the ghost village chief of Shatian Village, stopped him.

"Yang Da, thank you for your hard work! You brought the troupe to the village! You really have a heart!" Li Qingshan looked at Yang Da with a smile, and said, "Xiu Gu is waiting for you in the village! If you don't go and see, there is still you Your children are there too. They miss you very much."

As soon as he mentioned his wife and children, Yang Da's eyes suddenly changed, becoming ecstatic, and tears flickered in his eyes.

"Go." Li Qingshan waved his hand.

Yang Dalian's troupe didn't care about it, so they rushed to the village.

The members of the troupe have weird expressions, they haven't seen each other for a day, are they so [impatient]?

But at this time, Li Qingshan had already taken over the conversation. He said to Zhang Da, "I am Li Qingshan, the village head of this village! Thank you so much this time!"

"Our place is in a remote place, and most people don't want to come and sing operas!"

"We haven't sung a magic show here for many years!"

"We can't thank you enough for coming!"

Zhang Da cupped his hands in return and said, "Village chief, you are too polite!"

"Our theatrical troupe travels all over the world, and this is what we eat!"

"How can there be any hard work?"

Hearing this, Li Qingshan's smile became even brighter, and he said, "No matter what, I still want to thank you all!"

"The stage is set!"

"It's right in front of the ancestral hall in our village!"

"Do you see if it's suitable?"

"If it's inappropriate, I'll let the boys in the village change it according to your requirements!"

"Then it's Village Chief Lao!" Zhang Da said with a shock.

The stage is all set up, which really saves them a lot of effort.

He took the troupe members and followed the village chief Li Qingshan to the ancestral hall they built.

I just don't know why, but his chest always feels hot from time to time.

The villagers I met on the road smiled kindly at them.

Zhang Da also smiled back, but occasionally for a moment, he seemed to see these villagers with livid faces, their bodies and faces covered with blood.

He was taken aback, and looked closely, only to find that there was nothing unusual.

Zhang Da only felt that he was too tired from the journey and had hallucinations, so he didn't take it to heart.

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into the night!

Tiangou Ridge, Mass Burial Mound.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and a hundred ghosts cried and howled.

In the graveyard, or inside the pottery urn, ghost figures with the color of blood appeared.

These ghosts rushed out suddenly.

It was at this time that the four corners of the mass burial mound shot out a dark white light, and in a blink of an eye they formed a curtain, covering the entire mass burial mound.

Those bloody ghosts collided with the curtain, ripples appeared on the curtain, and there was a faint scent of sandalwood.

Those bloody lights and shadows were immediately bounced away.

This not only can't make the ghost shadow stop.

Instead, it inspired the tyrannical meaning of these ghosts.

They slammed into the curtain even more frantically.

A sharp dark green saber aura suddenly came out from the grave in the middle of the mass grave, completely ignoring the ghosts blocking the way.

The ghost hurriedly avoided the chaos.

But there was still a ghost that was split in half by the dark green saber energy.

The sword qi had no effect at all, and it still slashed towards the curtain.

Tear.

The curtain covering the entire mass grave shook like an earthquake.

Although it stabilized quickly, the brightness of the entire curtain dimmed.

At the same time, the place hit by the dark green saber air seemed to be splashed with sulfuric acid, and a small hole was corroded.

The nearby ghost saw it, rushed in immediately, and fled to the outside of the mass grave.

Although the curtain was adjusted quickly, the hole was sealed.

But six ghosts were still escaped.

The three servants under Ling Yaodong's seat heard the sound, and when they were on a cruise, they happened to bump into six black wind thieves escaping from the mass grave.

Li Wulang had a bad heart, so he came a step late, rushed up with two colleagues, and stood with the six black wind thieves.

In all fairness.

On ghost power and evil spirit.

Each of the six black wind thieves was overpowered by Li Wulang's three ghosts.

But Li Wulang and the others are already out of order, and they have equipment made by Ling Yaodong with divine power.

The soap coat looks thin, but it is also a layer of protection.

And the long knife, when it cuts on the ghosts, does great damage to them.

Three ghosts deal with six ghosts.

A few rounds down.

It turned out that the six ghosts were at a disadvantage.

One of the ghosts was even erratic all over, and was about to perish.

The six fierce ghosts knew that this could not go on, so they suddenly fled in different directions.

Li Wulang's three men chased him for a while, but to no avail, he returned to the mass grave.

Calm was restored inside the mass grave.

The ghosts hid again.

Li Wulang looked at the Black Wind Robber's Nest with apprehension, and then ordered, "Go back and report to the land master!"

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In front of Ling Yaodong's shrine.

He walked out of the space of the statue, and in front of him were three bruised ghosts.

After all, it is only the lowest level of ghosts, three ghosts, against six ghosts, it is impossible to be unscathed.

Even the long knife he made with divine power had a curled mouth.

In game terms, this is a loss of durability.

If it is not repaired, it will fall apart after a few times of use.

After all, their essence is just a mass of divine power, not a real artifact of the gods, and it is impossible to ask for too much.

Ling Yaodong thought for a while, then waved his hand, the remaining divine power gushed out, and the white light fell on the three Yinmen.

After a while, the white light dissipated.

The three Yinchai recovered from their injuries, and the gaps in Zaoyi and the divine sword were filled.

Of course, as a price, the divine power on Ling Yaodong's body is only left to talk about, and it is the weakest time since he came.

Fortunately, after the long night.

His believers will give him incense and vows, and it will not be like this at that time.

Just wait until this dark dawn comes.

After the three errants were healed by Ling Yaodong, their faces were full of joy, and they knelt down on one knee towards Ling Yaodong, "Thank you, master, for your mercy."

"As long as you do things for me with all your heart, I will not treat you badly." Ling Yaodong said indifferently.

"Now your task is to capture or kill the six escaped black wind thieves, and don't let them cause trouble." Ling Yaodong said.

"Yes!"

The three errands led the way down.

Ling Yaodong sighed in his heart, hey, after all, there are a little fewer men.

If there are ten ghosts, put five in the mass graves.

As many ghosts as the master of the Black Wind Pirates send out, they can be killed on the spot, how can they let them escape!

This escape will not be easy to catch back!

Ling Yaodong is very clear that his task is to destroy all the black wind robbers!

(End of this chapter)