Unfortunately, there's no going back. Everyone has to pay the price for their wrong decisions, even gods.
Clang!
Having already forgotten how many people he had slaughtered, Feng Bingwen kicked open a door once more. His once clear black and white eyes were now stained with a faint bloodthirsty aura due to the long period of slaughter, and the whites of his eyes were faintly red.
"..."
This time, however, Feng Bingwen did not wield his sword, because he had unknowingly returned to the central mansion of Qijiagang, and this time he kicked open the main gate of the mansion of the eldest brother Qi.
By this time, the commotion of the hundred ghosts walking at night had already awakened the people still alive in the mountain village. After the vengeful spirits received the tacit approval of the City God, they no longer had any scruples about their actions and were too lazy to even conceal their movements.
So when Feng Bingwen entered Qi Laoda's mansion again, he saw a group of weeping women, children and the elderly, and among them was an old lady who looked quite familiar to him.
Feng Bingwen pursed his lips, feeling a bit heavy in his arm.
He believed that the women, children, and the elderly in front of him were equally guilty. Even if they were not directly involved in human trafficking, they were guilty simply for enjoying the monetary rewards they received from the trafficking.
If our ancestors committed crimes, their descendants are responsible!
Even so, Feng Bingwen still couldn't bring himself to wield the butcher's knife against these women, children, and the elderly. Although he could behead the children without a trace of shame, this was different.
"Let the government officials try them!"
Feng Bingwen took one last look at the group of women, children, and the elderly, then turned to look for other children who were being possessed by evil spirits.
The laws of the Great Gan also included punishment for collective punishment. Nine out of ten of these women, children, and the elderly would be publicly executed by the government, all of them beheaded, because this village was simply too outrageous.
As for whether they will be sought revenge by vengeful spirits, that's none of Feng Bingwen's business. The grievances have their perpetrators, and the debts have their debtors. Anyway, it has nothing to do with him.
This revenge of vengeful spirits continued until nearly dawn, when the sun was about to rise in the east. By then, Qijiagang was almost deserted, with only some elderly people with mobility issues and infants or toddlers remaining.
Feng Bingwen cannot wield his knife against the elderly, children, and women, but that does not mean that wronged spirits and vengeful ghosts cannot. Being young or old does not prevent some people from committing evil. The reason why some people can still survive is purely because the City God is watching over them.
Although the City God had said that he would pretend not to see everything that happened tonight, this was just a statement to be taken seriously; one cannot truly disregard this great deity.
At this moment, Feng Bingwen's clothes were almost stained blackish-red with blood, emitting a strong, inescapable stench of blood. He stood beside the sheepfold, looking with some worry at the vengeful spirits who had finally gotten their revenge.
They had achieved their goal and avenged their great grudge; many of the wronged souls even wore expressions of satisfaction. However, dawn was fast approaching, and the City God was still guarding the area.
This City God was a Confucian scholar who believed in great revenge. He could tolerate these innocent, wronged souls seeking revenge against the scum who killed them, but as the City God, he could not tolerate these wronged souls wandering the human world, even if their experiences in life were pitiful and sympathetic.
Just as Feng Bingwen was worrying, the golden sun reappeared, rising into the sky. Faint Taoist sounds rang out, and then, a vast divine light poured down from the sun like a sea, enveloping the entire mountain village.
Under the pale golden divine light, all the wronged souls and vengeful ghosts had nowhere to escape and were completely enveloped within it, but the expressions on their faces did not show the pain one would expect.
Comfortable, peaceful, and serene, under the divine light, all the wronged souls and vengeful spirits began to slowly float towards the sky, like rivers flowing into the sea, approaching the golden sun.
They were bathed in divine light, and wisps of blackish-red gas were drawn from their bodies, then evaporated and vanished in the divine light. All the wronged souls—no, they were no longer wronged souls or vengeful ghosts.
Their obsessions have been satisfied, and the bloodlust accumulated from a night of slaughter has been expelled by the City God with great supernatural powers. Their souls have also gradually become pure and restored to their original state as the City God chants the Taoist scriptures.
"This is……"
Feng Bingwen looked up at the scene in the sky, his mouth slightly agape.
He discovered that the City God was far better than he had imagined, almost unbelievably gentle.
Even a mortal with little knowledge like him could see that what the City God was doing was thankless and exhausting. He could have simply suppressed these wronged souls and vengeful ghosts, and no one could have said anything against him.
Splash!
A sound like crashing waves rose against the shore, and at the same moment, the pale golden sun dimmed for a moment. Feng Bingwen even saw a middle-aged man dressed in the robes of the City God, sitting cross-legged in the void, chanting a soul-purifying incantation.
With a long beard reaching his chest, a handsome appearance, and a composed demeanor, he possessed an indescribable charm that inspired awe, like gazing upon a majestic mountain range stretching between heaven and earth.
He stretched out his hand and made a gesture in the void, and a large, slightly yellowish-turbid river appeared behind him. As he chanted the incantation, the many souls with expressions of satisfaction and peace entered the river and disappeared.
"Reincarnation!"
If Feng Bingwen still couldn't guess what the turbid yellow river that was created by a city god using his great magic was, then he might as well give up his profession.
Clearly, this City God directly opened the back door, sending these wronged souls and vengeful ghosts to the underworld, skipping the intermediate procedures.
Feng Bingwen guessed that even if the act of revenge was righteous, it was not reasonable in terms of procedure. According to the rules of the underworld, these vengeful ghosts who took people's lives would probably be punished.
Now that they have entered the Yellow Springs, the Yellow Springs water will wash them away, severing all karmic ties with their past lives, so there is naturally no question of being punished.
Everything is done!
Feng Bingwen thought so, but to his surprise, the kind-hearted City God not only did not leave, but also fell from the sky and landed in front of him.
"Your Majesty the City God!"
This great deity's actions caught Feng Bingwen off guard, but he reacted quickly, bowing respectfully to express his reverence for the deity.
"I see!"
Standing before a powerful deity who mostly appeared only in folk tales, Feng Bingwen felt immense pressure and barely dared to lift his head. Yet, after he bowed, the City God remained silent, as if sizing him up, before finally speaking after a long while.
"ah?"
Feng Bingwen was puzzled and couldn't help but raise his head, only to see that the City God in front of him had a bright light in his eyes, as if he had seen through him from head to toe.
"You possess wisdom from a past life!"
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