As soon as Fang Zong spoke, the Daoist nun Ziyu paused for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.
“That’s right. If we didn’t have enough strength, how could we expect your Yin-Yang Path to look at us differently? Good son-in-law, please speak in the main hall.”
OK, I'm your son-in-law.
So this treatment is perfectly normal, right?
Ziyu Daoist nun led the way, and Fang Zong followed. With each step, two Daoist ghosts stood on either side, torches illuminating the path, their expressions solemn.
There are 872 steps leading up the mountain, and if you count them carefully, there are 1,744 ghosts.
Fang Zong was envious and tempted; he began to tremble.
If we calculate based on probability, there are three sword aura abilities that can be touched at least once.
So, his Killing Slash can be upgraded to...
Holy crap, who dares to disagree?! I'm asking you, who the hell disagrees?!
Fang Zong tried to slow his breathing, suppress his excitement, and calmly walked into the main hall of the Taoist temple.
There were no deities in the hall; it was probably a place to put statues of gods. Two ghostly figures carried away a statue of a woodcutter. The nun Ziyu smiled apologetically at Fang Zong, then with a wave of her hand, hung up a calligraphy scroll.
The handwriting is messy, like a child's scribbles.
There was only one character: 'ghost'.
"Son-in-law, you flatter us. We are ignorant and ignorant. We naturally placed the statue of our ancestor there before, but it is no longer appropriate with you here. We replaced it with the character 'ghost,' which is also the handwriting of our Chongxu Temple's ancestor."
Fang Zong smiled and nodded, then took his seat in the guest area.
The nun Ziyu sat in the main seat.
Countless ghosts took turns stepping forward, chanting Taoist titles, bowing, and holding whisks, exuding an aura of immortality.
Among them, there were three whose auras were truly chilling. Fang Zong counted them, and there were three in total. The chilling power of their auras surpassed that of Youming Feng, but was still below that of Luo Xiaoxia.
[One Iron Demon, and three top-tier evil spirits at the level of various magical arts—the power of Dongcheng Mountain is truly considerable.]
Fang Zong thought to himself, then glanced at the Purple Jade Daoist and realized that she only had the strength of someone who had just entered the initial stage of the Dharma.
But how could such a female ghost rule the entire Dongcheng Mountain? Apart from the Iron Ghost whom they had never seen before, everyone else completely revered her?
Ziyu Daoist nun smiled and said, "Young master, you flatter me. The current Chongxu Temple is in the hands of the female Daoist because the Ancestor is in seclusion for cultivation. It is not because of our kinship that the female Daoist is temporarily in charge. It is also a neglect that the Ancestor could not come in person."
"It's alright, oh, it's fine." Fang Zong was somewhat led astray.
This place has a very ancient feel, and even the way people speak has a slightly archaic tone. If the Taoist nun Ziyu were to put on a Taoist robe, he would think he had traveled back several decades.
However, he soon understood why the entire Taoist temple was in charge of the Ziyu Taoist nun.
Although not particularly powerful, the Purple Jade Daoist nun possessed both undiminished charm and profound inner qualities; she was full of wisdom yet kept it hidden.
His extensive knowledge and quick thinking made Fang Zong feel it was a great pity.
Such a remarkable person died young and became a ghost.
“This junior should pay my respects.” Fang Zong stood up and bowed to the nun Ziyu.
The nun Ziyu was clearly overjoyed, and Lin Qiaoyu, who was inside the Yincunmu, suddenly had tears welling up in her eyes on her pretty face that was visible on the surface of the Yincunmu.
The nun Ziyu paused for a moment, then said kindly, "Why is this child suddenly crying?"
Fang Zong replied, "She probably got her eyes wet from the sandstorm."
The nun Ziyu smiled but remained silent.
After a short while, once all the ghosts of some status had finished their greetings, the Taoist nun Ziyu clapped her hands, and ten ghosts strode forward.
The ten ghosts, once again respectfully bowed to the other side.
The nun Ziyu said, "Since this is a visit to the mountain, it seems that your Yin-Yang Path doubts the strength of our Chongxu Temple. Good son-in-law, would you like to inspect it yourself, or will you personally take part in the process?"
As they were talking, nine out of the ten ghosts wanted to retreat.
His speech and behavior were very proper.
Fang Zong looked at the ten ghosts and found that the three large ghosts he had noticed were standing at the very back.
"I don't like the 'relay race' approach."
Fang Zong sat there with an air of superiority, crimson flames erupting from his body, and laughed, "Come at me all at once, I won't fight back. If you can make me leave this chair, then the Yin-Yang Path will acknowledge the strength of Chongxu Temple."
"Whoosh..." A cold wind blew in.
As soon as Fang Zong finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent, with only the howling wind remaining.
The Daoist nun Ziyu shook her head and said, "Isn't the young master a bit presumptuous?"
Fang Zong shook his head: "You can also take it as me going easy on you, but if you can't make me leave my chair, according to my Yin-Yang Path, your strength is too weak to be qualified to join, so you can only be eaten up."
Upon hearing this, even the elegant and graceful Daoist nun Ziyu couldn't help but freeze up with a stiff smile.
She clapped her hands, and ten evil spirits quickly stepped forward.
"Be mindful of your actions," the nun Ziyu instructed.
All ten evil spirits nodded.
They stared at Fang Zong, whose original otherworldly, Taoist-like demeanor suddenly transformed into a gaping maw from an abyss, devouring everything whole.
The lower bodies of the six ghosts turned into wisps of smoke, floating in the air. Their eyes were eerie green, as if they could devour a person's life force from afar.
The other four ghosts roared to the sky, their eyes suddenly turning blood red, and they also grew sharp fangs. Their Taoist robes shattered, revealing skin and flesh as hard as stone.
"So it turned out to be four zombies and six evil spirits." Fang Zong chuckled softly.
Seemingly troubled, he rubbed his forehead and pressed the screaming, ecstatic Ninth Sister back down.
The Daoist nun Ziyu smiled and asked, "Good son-in-law, perhaps... we should call it quits?"
"We can't let this go!" Fang Zong almost exclaimed in surprise.
The feast is already on the table, and you want to call it off? No way!
He remained calm, waved his hand, and indicated that they could begin.
Seeing his expression, the nun Ziyu frowned, looking deep in thought.
Fang Zong, what gives you such confidence?
Even if Fang Zong is powerful and likely has a strong defense, the attackers include both evil spirits and zombies.
Surely their son-in-law from Chongxu Temple couldn't have set both physical and magical resistance to the heavens, could he?
"Be mindful of your actions." The nun, Ziyu, reminded her again, as she was still considering joining forces with the Yin-Yang Path.
Upon hearing this, all ten evil spirits nodded. One of the zombies stepped forward quickly, his muscles bulging as if the earth were cracking, and threw a punch at Fang Zong.
"Bang!" Fang Zong's neck twisted to the side.
He glanced at it, raised his foot, and kicked the zombie dozens of meters away, coldly saying, "Too weak."
Do you know the saying "Don't hit someone in the face"?
You slapped me in the face and you give me a cloud of ghostly energy. You know I didn't tip you enough, you bastard!
Fang Zong had an urge to take direct action and dismantle this stingy zombie into pieces.
"Attack together!" the nun Ziyu immediately ordered.
Upon hearing this, the ten evil spirits, provoked by Fang Zong, unleashed their long-suppressed cannibalistic nature.
They held back no longer; sharp teeth, claws, eerie winds, and will-o'-the-wisps rushed towards Fang Zong like hail.
Fang Zong took a deep breath.
"Mmm... Ah... Ya... Oh~~~"
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