Earth Immortal Righteous Path

Chapter 134
There was a stick of incense stuck in the incense burner, and a little bit of cigarette smoke curled around, and then floated to Zhou Guangyu's side and was absorbed by him.

"Incense, at the beginning I also had my own temple witchcraft. I lit the eternal lamp all day and all night. There were more than a dozen cylinders of sesame oil dedicated to renewing the lamp. The spices were burned in the bronze tripod all night long. Every festival, Longyang will personally Presiding over the sacrificial ceremony, the first row is the three holy emperors Fuxi, Nuwa, Shennong, and I am listed as the fourth in the second row of the main sacrifice."

After receiving this incense, he seemed to be quite energetic and full of interest.

"Actually, in terms of seniority, I shouldn't have this honor. I can only fall in the fourth row. It's just that Longyang and I are on good terms with each other, and he is specially promoted to me because of his honor as the chief priest. It is also him Build temples for me, select witches, and sometimes offer sacrifices to me privately."

"I was thinking of his kindness, and I have been thinking about finding his whereabouts since then. Unfortunately, on the day the city was destroyed, Jiang Guo's dragon energy was shattered, and I was also injured. When I rushed over, I saw only a thousand miles of blood and a magic sword. After leaving his body, he couldn't find his soul no matter what."

Zhou Gui suddenly thought of something, so he said it.

"Speaking of the magic sword... I've seen a rumor from unofficial history, but I don't know if it's true or not."

"I remember that before the fall of the Jiang Kingdom, it was rumored that there was a swordsmith who forged a magic weapon, which was a secret sword diagram of the royal family. It could turn the tide of defeat, but it only needed a princess with royal blood to sacrifice the sword."

"The day the city was broken was also the day the sword was forged. The magic sword was stained with blood, destroying the Allied Forces of the Five Kingdoms in one fell swoop. Afterwards, the magic sword had hosts from time to time, haunting all over the place, bringing ominous results. Later, the sword disappeared. The last time I heard it was In the Far North."

"Perhaps that sword is also looking for the whereabouts of Prince Longyang?"

Zhou Rang thought for a while, but didn't speak for a while.

Zhou Xun was already throwing faqian coins into the brazier, carefully burning them one by one, and stirring them with branches to let their ashes float with the wind.

It was late at night, the breeze was blowing in the pavilion, and the bamboo forest made rustling sounds.

The moon has gradually gone west, and the moonlight shifted and shone elsewhere, making the pavilion look a little gloomy.

Fortunately, Zhou Rang didn't have the slightest bit of extravagance on his body, but he was very extravagant. It was a bearing he had cultivated over the years, and it showed his extraordinaryness all the time.

After a long silence, Zhou Rang finally spoke.

"Based on what I know about him, if that sword really needs the princess sacrifice sword, he will definitely be reluctant. He is always like this, sometimes indecisive...but he is a good brother!"

"I've met the princess before, and she almost... oh, almost became his brother-in-law."

With a simple move by Zhou Rang, he got a pile of paper money, and when he put it in his palm, there would be a slight phosphorescence.

Zhou Xun's Dharma coins are of sufficient weight. After burning a piece of paper money, it can form a large stack of ghost notes, about [-] coins.

All the legal money brought in was burned up, and there were almost tens of millions of money.

To Zhou Rang, this money was like a timely rain.

"I'll accept this money! In a few days, we will open a government office and build a government office. There will be more places to use the money, so you're welcome!"

After the paper money was burned and the incense burnt, Zhou Rang got up, said goodbye and left.

Zhou Gui took Zhou Xun a few steps away.

"In a few days, I have to trouble Ziming!"

Zhou Rang cupped his hands.

How dare Zhou Gui accept the courtesy of his ancestors, so he hurriedly returned the courtesy, said.

"Please don't be polite, this is what our juniors should do."

"The yamen has already taken care of it, and the gentry in other places in the county will not say anything more because of my face? It's just that you have to be wronged to live in the ruined temple for a while..."

Zhou Rang understood what he meant and said.

"Don't worry, I can live a poor life too."

"The original gods of that temple have disappeared, so I just gave me a chance to re-enter the current god's seat. My original god's seat has gone through 600 years, and it has long been out of date. I just took this opportunity to mix in with the Great Xia."

As he said that, he floated away, turning into a little white light and disappearing, only a little phosphorous fire floating in place.

After leaving, Zhou Rang has been falling downwards, the invisible and qualityless Qingshen body seems to be light, passing through the soil layer and going down, faster and faster...

He didn't know how deep he fell in a trance, and when he felt the ground, he had already appeared in front of a dilapidated palace.

Looking up, the dark sky is always gloomy, with a silver moon in the sky.

Although the world of the underworld is often referred to as "lower soil", it is actually only conceptually from below, and it is not really a world located underground in essence.

The Netherland world is more like the other side of the entire Yang world, belonging to the Yin world, the world of the dead, and the Netherland has more than one layer.

The lower the Netherland world, the more absurd and confusing it is. It is said that the lowest level of Netherland is buried with the first batch of dead at the beginning of this world.

This is of course a shallow underworld, very close to the yang world.

Similarly, the closer to the level of the yang world, the easier it is to be affected by the yang world.

At this time, Zhou Rang stepped into the palace, and there were signs of decay everywhere. When he pushed the door lightly, the door panel collapsed, splashing a cloud of dust.

"600 years have passed in the Yang Dynasty, and nearly 2000 years have passed in the Netherland. Even if you can slow down the passage of time in deep sleep, this palace still cannot be preserved."

Then, he went to the apse again.

There is a team standing in the dark here, all of them are wearing armor and holding swords, and their bodies are made of mud and stone, like terracotta warriors.It's just scattered, there are only about [-]% left, and there are handfuls of dirt between the teams. Those soldiers who couldn't hold on and couldn't wait until they were awakened...they could never wake up again.

"Ugh……"

Looking at this scene, Zhou Rang sighed unconsciously.

Lit a stack of ghost notes in his hand, absorbed the mind power in it, and transformed it into divine power through the purposely reserved god position...

Although he has been transformed into a ghost fairy and no longer has the body of ghosts and gods, Zhou Rang can still transform into divine power with the help of the past god position.

With this familiar divine power, he can awaken his subordinates who have been following him.

"There are no followers of mine in the yang world, but I still have followers in the yin world. Wake up, my followers, my subordinates!"

Under the effect of divine power, the terracotta warriors and horses gradually lost their earthy color and became softened...

Soon, they opened their eyes and looked around as if they had woken up.

Even now, they are still clutching their weapons, ready to fight.

When they saw Zhou Rang, they all knelt down on one knee, touched their chests with their right hands, and shouted:

"Meet Shuai Zhou!"

Zhou Rang also stroked his chest with his right hand in return.

"... Thank you for your hard work!"

"I have been sleeping in the underworld for 2000 years, and 600 years have passed in the yang world. The six kingdoms have been destroyed. We survived!"

"It's just that there are more than 800 of you, and you will never see it..."

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

His subordinates also shed tears.

The ghost's tears are the essence of the soul body, and every drop is Yinshou.

(End of this chapter)