Chapter 257 Drum Spirit
Zhang Yang thought that he was actually a very kind person and very tolerant, and he was just one step away from being called the Mother Saint Zhang.
Or Zhang Shenggong.
So he didn't want to make things difficult for anyone in Heiniu Village, and he was even selfless and helped them get rid of an evil ghost without any reward.
Even though the people in Heiniu Village had already been planning to kill him and feed him to the ghosts.
"Alas, you are all poor people, so I will forgive you. Just tell me what you want."
Zhang Yang had a compassionate expression on his face. Opposite him stood the tablets of Niu Jiao village chief, seven village elders, and a supreme elder.
"You can cooperate, but you must teach me your Nine-Layered Mountain Sword Style in its original form, not the one you used yesterday to fool people. Also, hand over the magic you used to alarm the Three Yin Drums last night. Then I am willing to give you the position of village chief."
Niu Jiao said gloomily that this was the sincerity they showed overnight.
"So, you didn't believe in the sword moves I taught you from the beginning? You even wanted to kill me because of this?"
Zhang Yang frowned, looking very strange.
"Humph! Even though we are from the wilderness, we know what's good!"
"Then there is nothing I can do. What I taught you yesterday was indeed the Nine-Layered Mountain Sword Style. You actually didn't believe it. Haha! Funny. This is not sincere enough."
Zhang Yang's face turned serious. These abominable guys actually didn't give him the chance to become Lord Zhang. They are really wicked and deserve to be killed!
"Ahem! Perhaps, we have another way to cooperate." An old voice suddenly sounded, and it came from the spirit tablet of the supreme elder of Heiniu Village. At this moment, Zhang Yang himself didn't feel anything, but Niu Jiao and the elders of the other six villages all changed their expressions.
The next moment, accompanied by a violent cough, an old figure gradually emerged. He looked a little familiar. It was the sleepy old man that Zhang Yang saw in front of the ancestral hall when he was wandering around yesterday.
"The unfilial descendant has met his uncle!"
"The unworthy descendant pays homage to Grandpa!"
With a loud noise, not only Niu Jiao and others, but also the surrounding villagers knelt down in a large number.
But the old man, who was not sure whether he was a human or a ghost, ignored him and just stared at Zhang Yang with his cloudy old eyes. He said slowly: "I have been dead for 249 years. Before I died, my soul automatically injected into the Sanyin Drum and became a drum spirit, just to protect future generations and protect the continued development of the village."
"Life is hard. Our ancestors fought through hardships in the wilderness, one after another, just to continue their bloodline. In the process, we prayed to all kinds of gods, became believers of evil spirits, worshipped demons, sacrificed to ghosts, and even sacrificed ourselves to seek the Dharma from immortals. We have tried everything. Our request is very simple, just to survive."
"But even this simplest request is wishful thinking. The gods have never responded to us. The evil spirits almost wiped us out. The demons and ghosts all have bad intentions. Your words that those who are not of my race must have different hearts are so true."
"As for the immortals who are high above us, they regard us as ants."
"After learning from our mistakes, we realized one thing: it is better to rely on ourselves than on others! So our ancestors created the Three Yin Drums, firstly to accommodate the souls of all the dead members of the tribe, and secondly to protect our descendants and villages. Only then did we live a decent life."
"Now, the ignorant descendants naively believe that the Three Yin Drums can always intimidate the village guardian ghost, and even let them deceive them and forget the ancestral teachings. I can see this but can do nothing because the village guardian ghost has even become so powerful that it threatens the Three Yin Drums itself."
"So last night when you suddenly attacked, I immediately struck the Three Yin Drums as a drum spirit. Fortunately, the village guardian ghost that was about to lose control was finally killed. This is truly a great blessing for our village!"
"I am here today to punish my unfilial descendants, but the most important thing is to thank you, my benefactor!"
When the old man said this, he really trembled as he was about to salute Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang accepted the gift without saying anything, but the most important thing was that he was still not sure whether to believe it or not, or even if he believed it, he was not sure what to do next.
"You unworthy descendants have brought shame to this old man. You are no longer qualified to be village chiefs or elders. Become drum spirits instead!"
The old man who looked frail before now attacked extremely ruthlessly. Zhang Yang only heard the sound of the Three Yin Drums, and the seven people including Niu Jiao turned into skin bags, which turned into fragments all over the sky when the wind blew.
However, it was the Three Yin Drums that sucked away their essence, blood, bones and flesh, leaving only their souls.
Even at this moment, Niu Jiao and the other seven people had not yet realized what was happening, their souls just stood there in a daze.
It was a long time before he screamed.
The Grand Elder ignored them and said to Zhang Yang, "My benefactor must know how powerful the sleepless night is. In the past few years, my unworthy descendants have been able to survive safely with the help of the village guardian ghost. But this year, we will not be able to survive it no matter what. Even if we survive the sleepless night, the village guardian ghost will immediately retaliate and kill everyone in the village, young and old!"
"So, please do not doubt my sincerity. If you want to be the village chief, I will give you this position immediately. If you don't want to be the village chief, as long as you can help our village get through this sleepless night, then as long as you have any requests, our village will satisfy your needs within our capabilities."
Zhang Yang looked at the old man and thought that this was full of sincerity, and he was sure that he could not refuse. After all, Zhang Yang did not want to face that sleepless night alone.
"Okay, I don't need the position of village chief, but we can cooperate with each other this time. I will do my best, not for anything else, just to save my life!"
"It's great!" The old man praised. This is the right way to go. Since it concerns everyone's destiny, no one will be careless and no one will play any tricks.
Next, the old man quickly dealt with the successor village chief and several village elders, including Zhang Yang, and this time he did not refuse.
The new village chief is called Niu Dou, a sturdy man in his thirties. One of his eyes is normal black, while the other is bright red like blood.
Zhang Yang did not dare to underestimate the first sentence Niu Dou said.
"Stranger, I don't know why you came to Black Earth Plain, but before you, I know of a total of 17 strangers who appeared in Black Earth Plain. Nine of them were stupid enough to die immediately, but there were still eight strangers who walked out of Black Earth Plain."
"I don't know where they went, but I once served as a guide for one of them, and I was able to figure out some remarkable things from his behavior and words. For example, he had the bizarre idea of ​​establishing a sect to cultivate immortality."
"I thought it was a joke at first, but now, as the village chief, I have the responsibility to find a better way out for the future of the village. So, outsider, if our Black Bull Village is willing to be protected by you, will you stay and establish a sect of immortal cultivators in the Black Soil Plain?"
(End of this chapter)
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