[In 361, Li Changsheng pointed his sword at the City God of the Underworld and killed 1,800 gods. From then on, the order of Yin and Yang was severed, and ghosts and monsters were rampant in the mortal world.]
The capital of Zhou Dynasty.
An old man and a young man suddenly appeared in an empty alley. They walked through the muddy path filled with excrement, but the filth did not stick to their feet, and there was no trace left where they had stepped.
Walking out of the alley, the noisy sounds instantly enveloped the two of them. Outside, there was a constant flow of cars and people coming and going.
The hustle and bustle of the world washed away the coldness of the two people.
"It seems that I am not too late to come here, but I have not achieved success."
He Kun looked at the people coming and going, his eyes flickering, and he slightly opened his Dharma Eyes.
The destiny of humanity revealed a sense of old age, or weakness from the inside out. It was pale, as if it had just been seriously ill and was forcibly dragged back.
Half of the people passing by had white puffy buns on their faces. These strange buns were not seen by ordinary people.
"Three souls and seven spirits, when the soul of a person passes through the center of his eyebrows, he becomes a living corpse."
“There aren’t many people left.”
Li Changsheng's expression became colder than before, but this kind of coldness seemed more humane to He Kun.
When they first met, Li Changsheng was like a pool of stagnant water, as if nothing could make him even slightly upset. I'm afraid that when he learned of his junior sister's death, he didn't feel too much sadness in his heart.
He Kun didn't blame him, because his junior sister had been like that before. To cultivate the great way of forgetting emotions, one must cut off the seven emotions and six desires, so that the way of heaven can be accommodated.
Once they enter the Supreme Forgetfulness, they are driven by only one obsession. The obsession of the junior sister is to hold up the sky with one hand, kill all enemies in the world, and bring eternal peace.
Maybe when she was in the state of forgetfulness, her sister no longer had any love for the mundane world, but her goal had never changed. Li Changsheng had just left the state of forgetfulness not long ago, and his emotional fluctuations were rare but very precious.
He Kun asked, "What should we do now? Go straight to the City God Temple and kill all those incense gods? From what I know, this City God has some connection with you, Xue Ye."
"Emperor Zhou Taizong, Xue Ye and I saved his life back then, and he promised me that the people of the world would live and work in peace and contentment." Li Yi nodded slightly.
Named Zhou, this dynasty has some connection with Li Changsheng. In a sense, he was the one who gave this name.
About four hundred years ago, Li Changsheng traveled around the world practicing medicine and saving lives, and had accumulated a great reputation in the secular world. At the same time, he gradually got used to Xue Ye's presence, and after more than ten years of getting along, they became Taoist partners.
At that time, this was still the Northern Dynasty, and behind it was a certain immortal sect, which gave up its support for the Northern Dynasty because its ancestor was killed in a battle of magic. So, just like the world without the Sword Sect now, the corrupt dynasty could no longer suppress the uprising.
After years of war, many heroes emerged.
Li Changsheng casually rescued the fleeing soldiers in a dilapidated temple. This man was Zhou Taizu, who was later named City God King Ling of Zhou.
It is rare for the founding emperor to be the City God, because not everyone can accept the incense, and sometimes his requirements are higher than those of monks. If an unqualified person sits in that position, he will be swallowed up by the incense in an instant.
Zhou Taizu was able to sit in the throne for more than 400 years and still retain his sanity, making him one of the most outstanding gods worshipped by worshippers.
"Now that he has forgotten, I will naturally come to fulfill my promise and take his life."
He cured Zhou Taizu's illness, and Zhou Taizu would benefit the people and never bring disaster to the world if he became emperor one day. As for why he made such a promise, it was purely Zhou Taizu's own idea, and Li Changsheng just followed the trend.
If the verbal promises you make to others can benefit the people of the world, it is also a good thing. Why not do it if it does not harm yourself but benefits the world?
"I'm afraid it's a little difficult to kill him. The underworld is protecting him, and the gods are immortal as long as the incense is burning." He Kunyan said, "Perhaps you can persuade the other party to stop killing."
"Whether it's the emperor or King Ling of Zhou, they are all defeated with just one sword."
"If there's too much blood, it won't wash off."
"If you can't wash it off, don't wash it."
Li Changsheng walked forward on his own, and countless people passed by them. These people were in very good spirits, and their faces were all rosy. In this state, let alone starvation and suffering, only the rich and powerful could have such a state in the heyday.
One or two would be fine, but there are at least several hundred people in front of me, and there are probably thousands of people walking along the way. It is abnormal to see so many people with rosy faces.
They all starved to death, or voluntarily starved to death.
Li Changsheng and He Kun only saw a small number of living people. They lived like an alien in this city. But for some reason, the zombies did not attack ordinary people. The two sides lived together peacefully. There were even families where the parents were zombies and the children were living people.
After walking 1,800 steps, we finally saw a magnificent City God Temple that was ten feet high and full of incense. From afar, we could see the huge golden statue of King Ling of Zhou, surrounded by rich incense, sacred and inviolable.
King Ling of Zhou.
The system of the underworld is different from that of the monks. They are like ordinary officials, and the official position symbolizes power. The Spirit King is the highest title, comparable to the Nascent Soul among the monks. In history, a small number of them even reached the God Transformation Stage.
The King Ling of Zhou in front of him was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He was at the level of King Ling, but he had lost his due foundation. He relied on the incense of the people of the world, and when the chaotic times came, he could not hold up a piece of sky, so he would naturally be hit hard.
"Is this Taoist priest also here to get rid of the suffering of hunger?"
A temple priest wearing a bright red robe and as thin as a skeleton stopped the two men, a creepy smile on his skinny face.
The soul has left the body, and he is a complete zombie.
Li Changsheng asked: "How can we get rid of it? Eating grains is a natural thing, just like water flows to the lowest place, how can we avoid it?"
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