Meishan.

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

Zhang Wulang, the leader of the Meishan Cult and the founder of the altar, has even become a god in the minds of many hunters. It is a rule 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, with hundreds of large black altars placed underneath.

These are the disheveled soldiers and the wild soldiers who hunt in the mountains.

One three elders plus three officials, a total of four people, with a maximum limit of 10,000 per person, then there are 40,000 rampant soldiers.

Rampant soldiers were dispatched, flying sand and rocks were thrown, altars and temples were overturned, and the scene looked like the end of the world.

Of course, raising these rampant soldiers also consumes a lot of money. Tens of thousands of incense sticks are burning around the altar all day long, and the smoke pillars can be seen for hundreds of miles.

There is a palace next to the altar. Inside the palace, Zhang Wulang listened to the report of his subordinates.

"There are a total of 1,261 navy masters who are skilled in using magic water to treat diseases. Two hundred of them are masters of exorcism, treatment of diseases, exorcism of beasts, and casting of spells. Thirty of them are able to become rampant."

Disciple Fa Mang is a secret method developed by Zhang Wulang, which allows people who do not practice the Mang Art of War to summon several ghost soldiers.

First write your name on yellow paper and place it on the corresponding rampant altar for sacrifice. Every cycle, drop a drop of your own essence and blood to refine it to refine the corresponding magic water. In this way, you can summon rampant soldiers.

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Because of the blessing of Dharma Water, ghosts will not disappear in the world.

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

"What will be the repercussions of collecting money for medical treatment this time?" Zhang Wulang asked.

"There is not much response. We have different charging standards for the poor and the rich, which are still within their affordability."

"That's fine."

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

"Altar Master, Sir Xiong Ying invites you."

At this time, someone came over again.

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

Come to the creek in the back mountain.

Apes play and water flows.

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, and he seems to be writing something.

Zhang Wulang took a closer look and found that he was writing about Zhu Rong's bloodline.

"Hey, why bother? You could have lived for more than a hundred years." Zhang Wulang sighed as he looked at Xiong Ying, who had aged beyond recognition in just ten 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 clan has the blood of Zhu Rong. We eat fire and become stronger. Our cultivation speed is far faster than other tribes. With the development of the blood, Zhu Rong's blood has turned into a curse, but..."

Xiong Ying changed the topic, "A few years ago, Xiong Ba entered the Qi-eating realm. He raised the possibility that maybe this was not a curse, but an inability to control the powerful power of his ancestors. Just like a child wielding a knife, he could hurt himself if he was not careful.

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Therefore, Xiong Ying studied day and night, and even tried the method with his own body, causing a huge deficit in his body.

"Hey, don't be anxious, you are just too anxious."

"Haha, the timing is right. I won't have the chance to study it when I'm older. Now Xiong Ba has broken through Qi Praxis, your third son Zhang Xian has also broken through Qi Praxis, and the eldest son Zhang Fu is about to break through. Plus Yuan Hong, Yu Qi, and

There are five people in total."

Xiong Ying feels that she is not the only one, the key is to plan for her son.

He placed Chu's further hopes on Xiong Ba. Now that this boy is young and powerful, the curse will not appear for the time being. When he gets older, there will be no way to save him.

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

Everyone listened quietly without saying a word.

When the King of Heroes reached the end of his life, he still did not talk about personal feelings, only encouragement to his descendants.

God does not allow confusion between yin and yang. 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 Kingdom of Chu is different from other countries. The king is not born a king, blood is only part of it. The key is to bear the responsibility of worshiping gods and protecting the people.

Xiong Ying kept repeating this, fearing that her son would follow in his father's footsteps.

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

No matter how loud and powerful you are during your lifetime, you will always be peaceful after your death.

Three days later.

Follow Xiong Ying’s last wish, not to make a big splash or to be extravagant and wasteful.

Phew!

At the moment of burial, a storm broke out, and ghosts and gods greeted him.

A golden light flew out from the tomb and disappeared.

Hades.

Zhang Qi, Xiong Ying and Zhu Man, their father and son, and some core senior executives are waiting.

"Man, how is this kid?" Xiong Ying seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and asked knowingly.

"Very good, far better than me." Zhu Man coughed in embarrassment and thought of his own bold words again, saying that when the next descendants come down, they must be given a few big mouths.

Now it seems that this mouth cannot be punched.

"I'll definitely have a chance in the future!"

Soon, the spirit brought Xiong Ying down.

Seeing several ancestors, Xiong Ying bowed down and saluted.

"Are there any positions left?" Tang Ping asked Zhang Qidao.

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

The underworld of Chu State borders the underworld of this place, just to the south. It is now somewhat barren and belongs to a wild area occupied by no ghosts.

Tang Ping thought for a moment and said: "Xiong Ying, you are good at development. You went to the underworld of Chu to guard and be responsible for picking up the souls of the dead."

"Yes!"

Afterwards, Tang Ping made some arrangements for the underworld.

"Have you ever found earth-attributed treasures of heaven and earth?" Tang Ping asked.

There is a ritual of cutting mountains and cutting grass in the underworld contract. Other gods are qualified to practice it, but they cannot use it.

Tang Ping guessed that there might not be a cave or a connection between yin and yang.

"I have no clue yet."

Tang Ping thought to himself: "Perhaps it can only be found in Jianxia."

But he is not in a hurry and will wait slowly.

The underworld and the Yang world are peaceful, full of vitality, and all things are competing.

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

After that, Tang Ping went into seclusion to practice, striving to break through the Night Wandering God as soon as possible.

On weekdays, I drive a car or teach a new disciple.

But the world will never be so quiet and peaceful.

The great calamity is coming.

Huaxia Heluo, Chaoge.

It has been 8,000 years since Pan Geng moved the capital here. This is a sacred city, made entirely of bronze and suspended high in the air.

What the sun shines on, what the lunar calendar clocks.

Standing among the colorful clouds, phoenixes and birds make pilgrimages, and dragons circle around the pillars.

Hanging three hundred feet high in the air, thirty-six heavy bronze gates gave rise to long bronze stairs, which all the way down to the human world, where caravans of various races came and went.

This is the sacred mountain worshiped by eight hundred princes.

In this era where humans and gods coexist, King Shang is a god, and Zixian, who has been in power for eight hundred years, is a god.

Among the caravans, there were also barbarian kings with blue eyes and square pupils, or horns and ghost faces, who came with their descendants to pay homage.
To be continued...