He was cruel and extremely ruthless. He had plundered or killed almost every town within dozens of miles of the mountains and forests where he was based. Nine out of ten houses in his territory were empty, and there were probably thousands of dead under his command.
Ye Xingchen looked back again: "Li Guoyun, born during the reign of Puyi of the Qing Dynasty, was the founder of the Tianyong Sect."
Ye Xingchen's pupils contracted; this was another ruthless person.
The Tianyong Sect in the late Qing Dynasty was a completely heretical sect, and its founder was Li Guoyun.
In his early years, he traveled to Europe and Africa, where he learned a great deal of sorcery from local shamans.
After returning to China, he founded the Tianyong Cult and used sorcery to harm the people.
Moreover, he liked to eat raw brain marrow, believing that it could keep him young forever. At that time, his followers numbered in the tens of thousands, and he harmed countless people.
Ye Xingchen looked at each one and saw that the name of the owner and his deeds during his lifetime were engraved on the eternal lamp pillar in front of each stupa.
"Traitor Chen Yonghe, warlord leader Li Zhencheng...reactionary general Ma Yi..."
Ye Xingchen was increasingly alarmed as he looked around; each stupa contained the remains of some vicious and wicked individuals.
These people were notorious villains at the time, having killed countless people and their hands were stained with blood.
Several of them were executed, their bodies displayed in public, and they were despised by thousands.
The stupas enshrine either the remains of these wicked people, or, if the remains cannot be found, their clothes and personal belongings are collected and made into cenotaphs.
These monks are truly dedicated. These people died decades or even centuries ago, yet these monks managed to gather them together and even used the art of summoning their souls to keep them in the stupa.
Once these evil spirits are formed, they become Rakshasa beings, and then they devour each other, eventually becoming evil gods.
However, it seems that the true master of evil gods has already been chosen, namely the stupa in the middle.
Ye Xingchen wanted to see what kind of formidable figure was enshrined inside the central stupa.
He walked to the very center, stood under the ever-burning lamp, and stared at the words on it.
The inscription contained only a few words: Yoshio Matsuoka, born in the 6th year of the Meiji era.
Ye Xingchen's mind went blank. Matsuoka Yoshio? That infamous war maniac? During his invasion of China, he commanded the Japanese army to commit unforgivable crimes on Chinese soil, stormed into Yuan'an County, massacred the city, and left his hands stained with the blood of 100,000 Chinese soldiers and civilians.
I understand now. The evil spirit these monks are raising is Matsuoka Yoshio, that ruthless killer with countless bloodstains on his hands.
Ye Xingchen stood there in front of the stupa for a long time, unable to come back to his senses. The extent of these people's madness and depravity far exceeded his imagination.
Once an evil god is forged and grows to a certain extent in the ancestral land of the previous dynasty, it can rival a true god.
They've gone mad in their quest to restore their kingdom.
However, since Ye Xingchen witnessed these events, they have no chance of succeeding. Did Xuan Yu Pavilion really not know anything about these things? Their risk control department is simply incompetent.
Just then, a surge of yin energy rose behind Ye Xingchen. He slowly turned around and saw several figures appear behind him.
These figures were naturally the spirits being offered to. The leader had a face full of scars and was yawning, while the others were all pale-faced and even had horns growing on their heads. They had been offered to here for a long time, and their bodies had subtly changed.
One of them even had a queue and dressed like someone from the previous dynasty.
"Huh, delivering blood offerings? It's not time to deliver blood offerings yet. What's this person doing here?" One of them looked up at Ye Xingchen with some surprise and a puzzled expression.
“Yeah, it’s the first and fifteenth of every month, today is only the thirteenth.” Another person looked at Ye Xingchen with some confusion: “And there’s only one person, isn’t that a bit too few?”
"Hehe, it doesn't matter if there are more or less, I'll go first." The first ghost with a face full of scars grinned and walked up to Ye Xingchen, reaching out to make a move.
"What's your name?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Me?" The burly ghost paused for a moment, then grinned maliciously, "It's not important. Kid, you just wandered in by mistake, didn't you? Heh, you're out of luck. What were you doing in our dojo?"
"I didn't wander in by mistake, I walked in on my own." Ye Xingchen shook his head: "I'm asking you a question, what's your name?"
"Listen carefully, my name is Ma Yi," the burly man said menacingly. "But people from later generations probably haven't heard of my name, have they?"
"Ma Yi? That rebel leader, right? During the Republic of China era, he was a mountain bandit king with a sizable rebel army. Because he preyed on the people, burning, killing, and looting, he was wiped out by the government army. In the end, his body was hung on the city wall for three days and was despised by thousands."
"You've heard of Lao Tzu?" Ma Yi was taken aback, then roared, "Is Lao Tzu that famous?"
"It's not that you have a great reputation, but that you are infamous. Even after nearly a hundred years, your deeds are still known to the world, and you are still reviled." Ye Xingchen sneered.
Ma Yi's already pale face turned even more ashen. He roared, "Shut up! How dare you talk to me like that? Where is my...where is my broadsword?"
"This is Boss Ma." One of the gang leaders eagerly offered him a broadsword.
"I'll chop you up right now." Ma Yi snatched the broadsword and swung it at Ye Xingchen.
This guy was a villain to begin with. After he died, his body was hung on the city wall for three days and nights, and his eyes were still wide open, which made people feel cold just looking at him.
Moreover, after his death, his soul gathered into a malevolent spirit, continuing to wreak havoc in the area. In the end, it was a Taoist priest who risked his life to seal him under a dry well.
The key point is that it was sealed, not destroyed, because the Taoist's cultivation level was simply not high enough to destroy him.
Even the area within a hundred feet around the dry well he sealed was barren.
Later, the monks of Dawuxiang Temple found the dry well, took him out of it, and then collected his remains here, feeding him with his blood.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared, its body shrouded in black mist, clad in heavy armor, and with a vivid, blood-red cloak trailing behind it.
It was Wu Wei who had arrived. Wu Wei had now been promoted to general, and ordinary ghosts were no match for him.
Although Ma Yi is an evil spirit and has been fed with blood here for a hundred years, he has not yet been promoted to an evil god.
Moreover, there is always something that can subdue something else. I am the only one serving in the Underworld, and I am now a general.
Even if this guy is extremely vicious, he can't escape the fact that he's some kind of ghost.
Before the man's broadsword could even touch Wu Wei, it was violently flung away by a powerful gust of yin wind.
"What the hell? How dare you talk back to me?" Ma Yi jumped up and roared at Wu Wei, feeling that his authority had been challenged.
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