In the room.
A young man wearing a dark yellow Taoist robe and carrying a peach wood sword on his back was listening attentively.
Next to him was Wang Hansan, a man in his thirties wearing white pajamas. He held a teacup in both hands and tremblingly recounted what had happened recently.
"One night a few days ago, I just returned home from the Red Mansion..."
"Suddenly I met a fortune teller on the road. He told me that I was burdened by alcohol and sex. If I didn't give up, I would be physically weak and would not live to be fifty.
At first I didn't believe it. After all, most of the fortune tellers in this world are swindlers and mediocre people who are just trying to attract attention for a few taels of silver, so they say things that make people angry.
I gave him a few taels of silver and told him to leave quickly and not to offend me. However, the fortune teller not only refused to accept the money, but also said that I was insulting him and patted me on the shoulder three times.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew past, giving me chills, but it was only for a moment before I felt normal again. When I turned around to look at the fortune teller, he had already disappeared.
Wang Hansan said this with some concern, "Master, do you think that the fortune teller is truly a master with integrity? He feels that I paid him an insult, so he wants to punish him. If that's the case, it's quite rash."
Facing Wang Hansan's question, Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "A punishment? This method is too cruel. Today you killed the white dog you've raised for ten years. In the future, you will dream of killing your relatives, or even yourself. This is not punishment, but a death sentence! As for integrity, I beg to differ."
Wang Hansan was terrified after hearing this, shrinking his neck and saying, "How could he be so vicious? I didn't mean to insult him when I took out the silver that day, and I didn't say a word of disrespect. I just took out the silver and put it in his hand silently, then waved and prepared to leave.
The other day, a fortune teller saw me paying money and was so happy that he couldn't contain his smile. But he never thought... Oh!
Zhang Ling saw that Wang Hansan had revealed the truth of what happened that day, but he could also follow the clues and find out the secrets.
He counted with his fingers and suddenly had an idea: There is someone else behind this fortune teller?
Who is on the platform again?
Hey!
The female ghost was actually moving towards somewhere.
Zhang Ling took out a paper cutting from his sleeve and handed it to Wang Hansan: "Stay in this house for the next few days and don't go anywhere. Keep this paper cutting with you. It will protect you if you encounter any emergency!"
Zhang Ling finished speaking and was about to turn and leave when Wang Hansan's voice came from behind him: "Tianshi, where are you going?"
"Kill the demon!"
——
It was noon.
Above the clouds, a girl in a dark yellow Taoist robe and a peach wood sword on her back was disappearing into the wind.
The strong wind blew and made my clothes flutter. Looking from afar, I could see the mountains and rivers on the ground, and the waves were majestic.
Soon they arrived at a forest.
Following the mark he had left on the female ghost yesterday, Zhang Ling went around in circles, pretending to be not very experienced, and walked into a psychedelic formation.
A cold wind whistled in my ears, and the sky and the earth were dimmed.
Zhang Ling deliberately showed panic and fear on his face, but in his heart he was calm and not nervous at all. He knew that these strange phenomena were caused by illusions, all false and could not be true.
The reason why we pretend to be weak is to lure the snake out of its hole.
Sure enough, after two or three breaths, Zhang Ling felt a stream of evil energy rushing towards him. It was the female ghost that appeared in Wang Hansan’s dream last night.
Phew!
"ah--"
Suddenly, a white smoke rose from Zhang Ling's body. It turned out that the female ghost was burned to death by his pure yang magic power.
[Name: Zhang Ling]
[Lifespan: 1110/5900]
[Immortal Position: Unclassed God of Good and Evil]
[Realm: Nine Realms of Celestial Immortal]
[Magic Powers: Knowing Time, Knowing the Land, Opening Walls, Summoning People, Walking on Earth, Marrying Dreams, Invisibility, Carrying Mountains, Great Strength, Rock Leaping, Creating Mist, Flying Swords, Yellow and White, Talisman Water, Five Thunders Method]
【Perfect Great Divine Power: Zhu Xian】
[Longevity Blessings: Spiritual Field (mu), Spiritual Pond (mu), Spiritual Mountain (mu)]
Kill ghosts easily here, upgrade your realm to a higher level, increase your lifespan by a hundred years, and increase the spiritual fields in the land of longevity to 100,000 acres!
It’s about the size of a county or city in the previous life!
At that time, you can plant whatever you want, all kinds of magical flowers, magical herbs and magical trees, without having to worry about the lack of land. In this way, it will look like a fairyland.
After all, many of the blessed lands of powerful immortals and gods are a world of their own and extremely vast. A blessed land like Zhang Ling's current one is just a small one, just starting out, and is nothing.
At this moment, the female ghost was killed and all her memory information was instantly known in his mind.
He immediately rushed towards a certain direction according to his memory.
With a "pop" sound, Zhang Ling broke through the illusion array and appeared in a cave somewhere.
It took only a split second from slaying the ghost to breaking through the illusion array, but it also prevented the old man in the cave, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a "fortune-telling" flagpole, from escaping in time.
Zhang Ling sensed the other party's weak aura, suggesting he was only at the second or third level of Earthly Immortal cultivation, and asked, "Why did you escape? When a guest arrives, how can we not show our hospitality?"
The old man's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He was so frightened by Zhang Ling's aura that his legs and feet were stiff and he could hardly move. He had no choice but to ask in a trembling voice, "Can Your Excellency be an immortal?"
Zhang Ling nodded and admitted it directly, but he didn't mind wasting any more words. He had previously calculated the secrets with his fingers and learned that there was a master behind this old man. He was going to dig him out and execute him on the spot.
Unexpectedly, the old man showed joy and said, "My uncle is one of the Five Lake Gods, and he governs Duyang Lake. We are all family. The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple..."
Zhang Ling didn't expect the other party to directly bring up his backers. Thinking about it carefully, it was reasonable. After all, his life was in danger here, so he didn't dare to say any more nonsense. The best strategy was to reveal his background.
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