Chapter 595
Ordinary people who merely photograph or notice the existence of Nanshan and its ancient houses will have their minds polluted. At best, they will become mentally ill; at worst, they will be transformed into "ghosts"—not only losing their own lives but also harming others.
The heads of the three major families, including the Fang family patriarch, have left, leaving behind only family members with mediocre abilities and authority.
After Fang Xingyan rolled down the mountain covered in blood yesterday, the Fang family head and the others panicked and carried him away, never to return.
"Hmph, they're quick to run away. Don't think that just because history is swallowed up by the torrent of time, everyone will know nothing... The Nanshan Ancient Mansion was originally the result of the sins committed by those four great families!"
A female Taoist priest, with an imposing aura like Abbess Miejue, gripped a whisk and spoke with a tone full of hostility.
The four great families have prospered for thousands of years by sucking the blood and flesh of countless innocent people. Their crimes are heinous and they deserve to die.
"Amitabha Buddha, every cause has its effect!"
The high monk holding the prayer beads gazed at the mountaintop shrouded in yin energy and sighed deeply.
The Human Emperor gave everything for the human world, but what did the human race "repay" Him with?
They destroyed His temples, slandered and vilified Him for thousands of years, and vilified and degraded Him in every way.
Even if the culprits are the celestial realm and feudal rulers, ignorance is not truly innocent; blaspheming the gods who protect them will be punished.
The four great families have stirred up trouble and committed all sorts of evil deeds in the human world. Isn't this retribution for their actions in the human realm?
This mess is impossible for anyone to sort out.
The captain, dressed in military uniform, looked at the two experts and solemnly said, "Let's put aside the four great families for now, and we can't change the course of history. What we can do now is to hold our ground here and prevent the ancient mansion from truly reappearing, otherwise tens of millions of innocent people in Chaoge City will be..."
Or it could mean that the entire human world would be devastated.
It's no exaggeration to say that any ghost or monster found in this old house could destroy a city.
No one knows how many ghosts live in the old house.
If they cannot hold on, then it will be the end of the world.
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions grew increasingly solemn.
Defend?
How to defend it?
The fact that we are safe and sound now is only because the spirits inside have not gone out of control. If they want to destroy the world, who can stop them?
The high monk turned his prayer beads and said, “The pillar of heaven has collapsed, and all the gods have fallen, but the great god of ghosts and gods can still exist to this day because he was once the emperor of mankind, a god who belongs only to the human world. If the human world is destroyed, he will not be able to escape it either.”
Kun Dao curled his lips in sarcasm, “But don’t forget, the Human Emperor has long since fallen. He has been invaded by countless darkness and is no longer a benevolent and compassionate god. Every day he lives, he suffers torment… Although humans and gods cannot be compared, if it were you or me, after thousands of years of living a life worse than death, would we still be afraid of falling?”
Everyone fell silent. Yes, how could such ghosts and gods be afraid of destruction?
A young Taoist priest suddenly asked, "Now that the heavens no longer rule the human world, is it possible to revise the distorted history, clear the human emperor of his infamy for thousands of years, and offer him incense so that he can become a true god again?"
Now that the human race is prosperous, with a little official intervention, it would be too easy to make the Human Emperor's worship flourish.
The official response was somewhat complicated. After all, they now advocate science and dispel superstition, so how could they possibly lead the way in promoting superstition? What kind of behavior would that be?
A kind-faced old Taoist priest shook his head, "The pillar of heaven has collapsed, and the Great Dao does not allow the existence of gods. No amount of faith can make ghosts and gods become righteous gods again."
Besides, even the spirits themselves might not want it.
The world has changed dramatically over time.
One of the more hot-tempered bigwigs gritted his teeth and said, "The people from the four major families should be tied up and sent before the gods and spirits to repent and apologize!"
The high monk sighed and chanted another Buddhist prayer. Even so, what could be done?
If it were truly a matter of revenge, the spirits could do it themselves. They still spare those families to this day, and nobody knows what they're thinking.
Taking rash action might backfire and backfire.
This won't work, that won't work, a bunch of big shots are going bald.
The ancient house on Nanshan Mountain is practically a nuclear weapon capable of destroying the world; it could explode at any moment and is completely beyond their control.
Is there really no other way?
This question is asked every year, and every year the only answer is silence.
Suddenly, a young man spoke up anxiously: "Master, seniors, look at the mountaintop!"
Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly looked up.
The stone steps that originally stretched from the sacred pillar at the foot of the mountain to the top had suddenly turned into a smooth asphalt road.
The tightly closed vermilion gates of the old house slowly opened to both sides...
Boom! The rock-solid barrier that had been protecting Nanshan was broken open.
The yin energy rose up like a hurricane, and a terrifying pressure exploded in everyone's consciousness, polluting everything.
Everyone knelt on the ground, clutching their bleeding orifices in agony.
"Ghosts, ghosts and spirits, they are ghosts and spirits..."
The highly skilled leaders, barely suppressing the nausea of blood churning in their throats, cried out in terror.
The group of people were so frightened they almost lost their souls.
It turns out that it is so easy for ghosts and gods to come out; the barrier is nothing but decoration for them.
Their yearly vigilance and steadfast defense here is nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree.
What exactly do ghosts and spirits want to do?
Is He finally going to come out and destroy the world?
The official captain gritted his teeth, a button in his hand. If things truly reached an irreversible point, they would have no choice but to use nuclear weapons to destroy the old house along with Nanshan Mountain.
They must be responsible for the countless people behind them and even the entire human world.
Even if it's very likely that their ultimate weapon won't be able to kill the demon, they can't just do nothing and let it destroy the world.
As for their own lives, those who guard the foot of Nanshan Mountain every year are prepared to sacrifice themselves.
Therefore, Wen Xin said that some humans can be despicable and selfish to the extreme, while others can be great and selfless to the extreme.
The vast majority of officials are the latter type of nameless heroes, who are willing to dedicate everything for the country and its people.
Just like the former emperor Shang Heng, who abandoned everything and bore the infamy, simply because of his sense of responsibility.
Old Butler Song, dressed in a black tailcoat, appeared at the gate with a group of black-clad bodyguards, making an entrance like that of a modern aristocrat. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the sacred pillar at the foot of the mountain.
Butler Song smiled as he looked at the group of people still kneeling on the ground. "Are you all here to welcome our master and young mistress?"
"So enthusiastic, that's great."
Suddenly praised, but with their faces covered in blood, the crowd was filled with fear and bewilderment: "..."
who?
Who are you saying you're welcoming?
And who is the concubine?
"Uncle Song!"
The old Taoist priest moved his lips and exclaimed in shock.
When he was young, he was chosen to escape into an old house and was the only explorer to survive that year.
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