Chapter 481: Little Ghost Seduces Souls, Abuses Public Power for Personal Benefits
King Tonghui had tried this spell himself and realized that it was a secret spell used to refine a magical instrument that could make people see the moon. However, he didn't know that the moon ruled over demons and evil spirits, and that it was the principle of yin and yang.
You could have avoided it by hiding in the underworld, or by hiding in the human world and avoiding the full moon. But if you chanted the spell, you would see the moon as a god, and your name would be left in the record of the dead in the underworld, and you would never be able to escape.
King Tonghui recited the spell, but his magical powers were so strong, and he was blocked by incense and his supernatural powers were interfered with. The Immortal Jinting did not dare to do anything and could only keep it secret.
King Linchuan recited a spell, but he was now a real human being, so he was fine.
But the underworld's ghost soldiers, even the five great ghost generals, even the ghost king of the Juliu tribe, had no chance of escaping from the moon phase instrument. Moreover, they had been chanting for too long. Even if the moon phase instrument didn't record their names immediately, it should have recorded them after chanting for so long.
He successfully refined the lunar instrument, which began to show its magical powers.
In addition to the magical instrument, the Moon Phase Instrument, his own practice has also improved a lot.
He was a fifth-grade cultivator, his spirit roaming daily, unfazed by sunlight. But after receiving guidance from the Southern King, he gained a bird's-eye view of his own cultivation, realizing how to differentiate between spirit and spirit, and how to control reality and emptiness within his heart. He was already close to the end.
He indeed had no problems in his spiritual practice. He seemed unhappy because of both natural disasters and man-made calamities.
Since everything was going smoothly, the Thunder Officer didn't understand why the Great Immortal Jin Ting was in a bad mood, and he was frightened by the sight.
Jin Ting Daxian didn't know what to explain to him.
After the spring plowing, there was only sporadic rain, which was unable to alleviate the drought.
Last year's drought reduced production, and then the locust plague destroyed all harvests. There was also heavy snow and severe cold, leaving countless people starving and refugees everywhere.
This spring, only sporadic rain fell south of the Yangtze River, and even less rain fell further across the Yangtze River. There was even less rain north and south of the Yangtze River, and even further north to the border.
The Immortal Jin Ting could not see that far, but the people who fled famine and disaster brought news from the north, and the birds flying south from the north told of the disasters in the north.
As the heat grew, more refugees arrived, and the entire Jiangnan region became busy.
The Great Immortal Jin Ting practiced in the Shenjing Palace for a while. As Jiangnan was also covered by the dust of disaster energy, he became restless.
People who practice cultivation can sense the will of heaven. The higher their cultivation, the more sensitive they are to the changes in heaven and earth, the fluctuations of yin and yang, and the occurrence of disasters.
Taoist Xiao had already sensed something was wrong when the toad ate the moon. Now when he practices cultivation, he often feels a sense of fear and trepidation.
He had doubts in his mind, and there happened to be a master in Shenjing Palace, so he came to find Jinting Daxian, hoping that he could help him solve his doubts.
But when they arrived at the Golden Palace, Chong Jing was the only one opening the door and sweeping the dust inside.
"Chong Jing, isn't the Great Immortal here?"
Chong Jing put his hands on his hips and said, "Master, the Immortal has taken the Thunder Officer out, and he didn't say where he was going."
The Immortal Jin Ting was often not in the temple in the past. He had been in seclusion these days and had not left after coming out. Taoist Xiao was a little uncomfortable for a while.
The heat was getting higher and higher, and the refugees who were looking for food had no way to travel under such weather.
If you fall down without food or salt in your stomach, you will never wake up again.
The bark can be eaten, the Guanyin soil can be eaten, not to mention a large piece of meat that has fallen to the ground.
This group of refugees hid in the woods, spies on the village outside the woods.
This is already Wu County. Everyone says that Jiangnan is rich and prosperous, a land of fish and rice. Wu County has good weather and is blessed by gods. The King of Wu is benevolent and generous in helping disaster victims. There is a way to survive if you flee to Jiangnan, and you can survive in Wu County.
They were skeptical.
Their entire village had fled famine from Donghai County, and many had died. They had been robbed by bandits, attacked by other refugees, and the elderly and frail had all perished. Those who had survived to this day were all young and strong.
At first, they were just ordinary refugees who fled to wherever there was a way to survive and had no intention of harming anyone.
But I'm hungry.
When people are hungry, they are like beasts. They can eat anything and do anything as long as they can survive.
Arriving in Wujun, they finally found some support. However, they were no longer able to continue their journey and desperately needed food. The village outside the forest was their target.
When there are many people, people become braver, and when people are braver, they dare to do anything.
Hunger ignited people's reason and turned them into wild beasts. They rushed into the village and began to steal everything they could eat.
But this was not the first time that the village had been visited by refugees, so it quickly turned into a small-scale battle.
On one side are the refugees who are starving and want to survive, and on the other side are the villagers who can't survive and don't want to die.
Wooden sticks, harpoons, stones, and other objects that could be used as weapons were waved in their hands, and blood soon flowed down.
“Someone’s dead!”
Someone is shouting.
But no one cared until the villagers won with their still-strong stomachs, and the refugees dragged the corpses away.
There was fire burning in the eyes of both sides, the fire of hunger on one side and the fire of hatred on the other.
Things like this happen every day.
Wujun had become a relatively peaceful place, with soldiers and relief supplies.
The Gusu government set up a porridge factory near Shangfang Mountain to accommodate refugees. Countless refugees were guarded by soldiers like livestock to prevent them from raiding and burning Wu County to ashes.
It is impossible to collect all the refugees, not just those from outside. The people of Wu County can no longer survive.
A few soul-catching ghosts smelled the scent of death and used chains to torment the souls of those who died in the fight, including refugees and villagers.
But they were in no hurry to leave.
They were waiting, waiting for the injured refugees to die unexpectedly.
They were wounded, unable to stand or walk, with no medicine to heal them and no strength to restore them.
Maybe it's not fatal, but they will definitely die, and there will definitely be an accident.
These charming little ghosts are quite experienced.
Sure enough, they didn't make it through the second half of the night.
The soul-catching ghost was satisfied, and the chain pulled the confused ghost towards the City God Temple.
Several little ghosts said, "We have collected a few more ghosts who died in a foreign land today. I believe the master will reward us."
"What are you dreaming about? Do you think this is the evil spirit you captured?" One of the little ghosts sneered.
Another little ghost asked: "Why not?"
The little ghost said quietly, "These are all collected by the adults. No matter how big the reward is, it has nothing to do with us. It's already magnanimous of you to give us a glass of wine."
Suddenly, the ghosts became unhappy and took their anger out on the ghosts under them, pushing and kicking them, making them move faster.
The Immortal Jin Ting silently watched these ghosts walk away. The Thunder Officer asked curiously, "What are you looking at, Immortal?"
Jin Ting Daxian said, "I am looking for ways to use public power for personal gain."
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