Chapter 34 The Evil Daughter Who Was Driven Away
Zhang Xiaojia slept until the next day without any rush. He slowly finished his breakfast and even basked in the sun leisurely in the yard.
A small village in the south of the Yangtze River, an exquisite village. For some unknown reason, all the houses in this small village have their doors and windows closed, and there is no one on the streets.
Zhang Xiaojia walked from one end of the village to the other amidst thunder, and was surprised to find that there were two lanterns hanging at the door of every house, a white lantern on the left and a red lantern on the right.
There was actually a mourning hall in the yard with a coffin placed in it. Zhang Xiaojia looked at the sun. It was 40 degrees Celsius in the middle of summer. The coffin was placed at the door. Was it an empty coffin?
When she went around to the back of the village, she heard faint crying sounds. She followed the sound and found a huge house with a big door open. The lanterns hanging at the door were all white. It seemed that all the villagers were holding a funeral here.
Zhang Xiaojia walked in and saw that the room was packed with people, as if the entire village was there. At this time, a man in his forties hurried over and said anxiously, "Who are you? Get out of our village quickly."
Zhang Xiaojia quickly got into the role, with a nervous and helpless look on her face. She wiped her tears with her sleeve and said, "Uncle, I'm lost, I also lost my memory, why am I holding a tablet and accompanied by thunder, what's wrong with me?"
The man said vaguely, "I don't know. Leave quickly before anything happens. Don't look back and leave the village. If it gets dark, you really won't be able to leave. Go~"
The magical thing is that just as he finished speaking, it was only noon, and the sky gradually darkened and soon it was completely black.
After seeing this, the man immediately ran back home and closed all the doors and windows. There was no light in the house and the crying stopped all of a sudden.
The whole village was dark and silent.
The time here is different from the time outside.
Zhang Xiaojia threw out all the paper substitutes. "Zhang Xiaoqi No. 1 to Zhang Xiaoqi No. 9, go check if there are any bodies in the coffins at the door of each room."
Zhang Xiaojia walked into a yard casually and saw an old lady sitting out from a coffin. She slowly turned her head, saw Zhang Xiaojia, and then lay down in the coffin again with a whoosh and covered the coffin.
The old lady looked dead at first glance. Her body was completely stiff, but there was no stench or corpse fluid. Generally, a corpse will harden 30 minutes to 2 hours after death and become completely stiff in 9 to 12 hours. This process will be accelerated under high temperature conditions.
She couldn't calculate the facial features of the dead, as that was up to the King of Hell.
Zhang Xiaojia stepped away from the coffin and said, "Zhang Xiaoqi number 10, open the coffin and ask her what happened here?"
On the 10th, Zhang Xiaoqi opened the coffin, grabbed the old lady and beat her severely.
Zhang Xiaojia asked coldly, "So what happened?"
The old lady knew that she had met a tough guy, and she was so scared that she was shaking all over. She actually looked a little pitiful. On the contrary, Zhang Xiaojia was sitting on a stone block and interrogating people like a bully.
Zhang Xiaojia waited for a while, and seeing that she didn't say anything, he pointed at the location of her coffin and a bolt of lightning struck her.
The old lady was so scared, it was thunder! Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore. "I'll tell you everything. We are a longevity village. Two hundred years ago, we..."
The old lady had barely finished speaking when she began to groan in pain. Her body rapidly expanded. She had guessed her own fate and a sad smile appeared on her face. "Retribution! Retribution has finally arrived!"
Have you ever seen a giant balloon burst?
A human-shaped balloon exploded with a loud bang, and fragments flew all over the ground, emitting a foul smell. Another part exploded in the coffin, and blood dripped onto the ground. In a short while, there was a large pool of blood on the ground.
Zhang Xiaojia was protected by Tianyu and had no problems with her body, but Zhang Xiaoqi No. 10 was not so lucky. Her yellow body was covered in blood and flesh, and she looked really disgusted.
When Zhang Xiaojia walked over to check, the blood on the ground, the blood clots in the coffin, and the flesh and blood splattered on the wall suddenly disappeared, and there was no stench in the air, as if they had never appeared.
Even the paper substitute was still yellow, with nothing left, no soul.
Zhang Xiaojia went to the next house and took out ten paper substitutes from her body. Her ability was not strong and she could only control 20 paper substitutes at most, unlike her elder brother who could control more than a hundred.
If she had a brother who could control more than a hundred paper figures, she wouldn't have to go from house to house. She could just give orders and ask the paper figures to drag all the bodies out of the coffins and gather them together.
Zhang Xiaojia took the old man's little notebook and went to the next house while reading. This time the corpse did not have any hardening, the body did not smell, and it looked like it had just died. But she knew in her heart that this person was also from 200 years ago. No one in this world can live to be 200 years old. She didn't know what kind of harmful magic he used to live forever.
Zhang Xiaoqi No. 1 has already controlled the person in the coffin.
Zhang Xiaojia picked up stones and smashed them in different directions. The stones sank directly into the ground, forming a formation, an isolation formation.
Looking at the man in front of him, with a bruised face and nose, Zhang Xiaojia asked curiously, "How many people like you are there?"
This man was beaten to the point of losing his temper by Zhang Xiaoqi No. 1. He had lived for 200 years and knew some magic, but he had also met some Taoists. He didn't expect to run into an iron wall today. He couldn't test the strength of the paper man at all, and instead was beaten black and blue. He had lost his backbone 200 years ago.
"I said, I said everything, tell him to stay away from me." This man
Zhang Xiaojia still treated obedient enemies with favor. "Zhang Xiaoqi number one, stay three meters away from him."
The man immediately breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much safer. He was much smarter than the old lady and knew the loopholes in the language.
"During the last years of the Qianlong Emperor's reign, the women of this village suddenly began to worship the God of Immortality. The village chief's family was very wealthy, and on the occasion of his mother's sixtieth birthday, the village chief spent a large sum of money to build a temple and invited the God of Immortality to come there.
After the temple was built, women no longer worshipped the god of immortality at home, but went directly to the temple.
The God of Longevity is very powerful. As long as a woman worships him, no one in her family will get sick. That year, the county magistrate was replaced by a corrupt official. 80% of the grain from other villages was taken away. People from the yamen came to our village to collect the grain, but if 80% of the grain was taken away, winter would come early that year and we would not be able to survive. The young men in the village clashed with the people from the yamen and accidentally beat one of them to death. Later, they were afraid of an investigation by the government, so they planned to hide the body in the temple first.
Later, the yamen people came again, and some villagers were timid and said that the dead yamen people were in the temple. But when they arrived at the temple, they didn't see a single person. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and all the yamen people died.
The villagers were very scared and ran back home, but the village chief knew that the government would still send people, so he took the villagers to see, but there was no trace at all.
That year, no one from the government office came to the village anymore. The next year, the village had a bumper harvest of grain, and every household was happy. It seemed as if the government office had forgotten about our village when they collected the grain. If there was one most special thing about that year, it was that the married daughter never returned home.
But in the second year, the grain harvest was not good. The appearance of pests almost wiped out all the grain. However, there was plenty of grain from the first year, and every household had stored grain, so there was not much of a problem for the time being.
During the Chinese New Year, the village scoundrel beat his wife again. The wife was probably scared by the beating, so she simply killed him with a knife, and also killed her father-in-law and mother-in-law, and moved the bodies to the temple.
When they found out, they wanted to send the woman to the government, but the woman said that if they sent her there, she would tell the county magistrate and they would kill all the people in the government office. Finally, they wanted to burn the woman to death, but no fire could be lit. The villagers were scared and released the woman. From then on, the woman lived in a temple.
By the third year, there was another bumper harvest of grain, but still no one from the government office came, and the married daughters still had not returned.
Chen Laowu has only one daughter. He hasn't seen his daughter for three years and misses her very much. However, when he went out of the village to see his daughter, he found out that his daughter had come many times but couldn't find the way.
In the fourth year, there was no harvest.
In the fifth year, the woman killed another family of wicked mothers-in-law who had abused their daughter-in-law and placed their bodies in the temple. That year, there was a good harvest.
From then on, every year, the villagers would first kill the evildoers, then slaughter the children, and finally kill the women to worship the gods.
It's been like this for 20 years, you know?
The woman and the murderer didn't age at all, but instead became younger and younger.
Later, hell began to happen in the village. People would start killing each other in September of every year. In the end, there were only 39 people left in such a large village with thousands of people. Finally, at the suggestion of the village chief, we would bring people back from other villages to kill them. In the end, people couldn't find the way here anyway.
This time, there are exactly 39 people here, suitable for killing."
After hearing what the other party said, Zhang Xiaojia's expression instantly became extremely gloomy. She clasped her hands together without hesitation, muttering something, and a dazzling light shot up from her body and straight into the sky.
"You are not trustworthy. You said you would let me go," the man shouted.
"Except for me and Zhang San, all Taoists have the responsibility to kill the evil spirit~~"
Immediately afterwards, the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled. Thick purple lightning bolts roared down like giant dragons, striking directly in the direction of that person.
There was a loud bang, and the man was reduced to ashes by the terrifying thunder before he could even scream. Zhang Xiaojia did not give up. She glanced around with a cold look and shouted, "Father Heavenly Dao, please show your divine power and strike all the evil spirits here half to death!"
As she finished her words, the thunder, which had subsided, roared again, this time with even greater force than before. Countless bolts of lightning intertwined, forming a vast electric grid that enveloped the entire village. In an instant, the entire village seemed to be plunged into doomsday. Houses collapsed, trees snapped, and the coffins hidden in the darkness exploded under the impact of this powerful force.
The undead who had crawled out of their coffins were struck by thunderbolts before they could react, falling to the ground, groaning in pain. However, this was only the beginning. Zhang Xiaojia waved her jade hand, and the twenty men behind her, Zhang Xiaoqi's number one to twentieth, rushed out like tigers descending from the mountains. They brandished various weapons and launched a bloody massacre at the half-dead undead.
Zhang Xiaojia looked at the gloomy temple in front of him and walked forward.
The bigwigs in the conference hall saw that Zhang Xiaojia had killed all the zombies without any effort.
Their disciples were still searching for clues and fighting the living dead. Some were even deceived by the living dead and were knocked unconscious by them. They were then taken to the temple to be sacrificed to the evil gods.
The boss's expression was grim. This one was the daughter of Heaven, and there was no comparison. What about the other person from the Zhengyi Sect? This one was so strong. If the other one was too weak, there would be a conflict, right? ? ? Everyone was actually looking forward to their conflict.
Just then, Zhang Xiaoqi arrived at the village. Seeing the coffins, he walked up to one without hesitation and forcefully opened the lid. Upon closer inspection, he saw the body inside was covered in horrifying cadaver spots. Even more horrifying was the fact that the body didn't even show any signs of a soul!
Zhang Xiaoqi suddenly remembered that his ancestors had mentioned this kind of thing in their notes. This was clearly the legendary "living dead"! It was said that these living dead could only achieve immortality by offering living people to the evil gods.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqi did not dare to delay for a moment. He quickly took out more than 100 carefully crafted paper substitutes from his arms and decisively gave orders to have them move all the living dead scattered in the coffins to the middle of the road and gather them together.
Zhang Xiaoqi then set about setting up a powerful Heavenly Thunder Formation. Although he couldn't compare to Little Idiot in summoning Heavenly Thunder, with years of dedicated study of formations, he was confident that he could set up this formation to deal with these evil living dead.
After some intense and busy work, the Heavenly Thunder Formation was finally set up.
At this time, those substitute paper figures had successfully thrown all the living dead into the sky thunder formation.
To ensure these living dead could be completely eliminated, Zhang Xiaoqi showed no mercy and directly took out a large stack of thunder talismans and smashed them hard at the living dead in the formation. For a moment, lightning flashed and a roar resounded through the sky...
After seeing this, these big guys wanted to call their disciples back and beat them up. They all knew that they were the living dead. Those living dead had lived for more than 200 years, so they must have killed at least 100 people. They just wiped them out directly.
Your cultivation is more than enough to destroy these 39 living dead. Why are you being so soft-hearted and planning to send them to hell and let them be punished in the underworld and wait for their turn? These living dead have no souls left. What are you doing? You are Taoist priests, you exorcise demons, not monks. What the hell is your turn?
The Maoshan Taoist priest reacted quickly and directly used thunder from the sky to bombard the living dead without distinguishing friend from foe. The only drawback was that he would also be struck by lightning.
Most of the disciples from Xuanmen League, Quanzhen, and Longhu Mountain also reacted and summoned heavenly thunder, finally destroying all the living dead.
While destroying the living dead is a personal fantasy, destroying the evil god is a team effort of the heirs.
When Zhang Xiaojia arrived at the evil god temple, the illusion changed.
The day broke, and the secret realm would last three days. Today was only the second day. She planned to destroy the evil god tomorrow, but now she had to take out the wooden house, eat, and sleep.
After finishing his meal, Zhang Xiaojia sat on the swing chair in the yard, holding the tablet, basking in the sun, and waiting for his elder brother.
Not long after, Zhang Xiaojia's bright eyes suddenly lit up, because she saw the familiar figure of her elder brother walking towards her from afar.
Zhang Xiaojia's delicate body was trembling slightly. Her big watery eyes looked at the person in front of her with grievance, and she said pitifully: "Brother, you are finally here! You don't know how miserable I have been along the way! There are groups of hideous and scary ghosts everywhere. I don't know any magic, so I can only run and dodge desperately. I am really almost exhausted! Look at you, you look energetic and refreshed. I guess you haven't encountered these troubles?" As she spoke, Zhang Xiaojia sighed softly, as if all her fatigue and helplessness were released with this sigh.
Zhang Xiaoqi snorted coldly, his face full of disbelief, and sarcastically said, "Little idiot, the thunder on your body is the best weapon in this illusion. One thunder shot at them will kill them. Why are you so tired! At most, you can yell "Heavenly Father, Strike Him", "Paper Man Number One, Beat Him" and other words, but your mouth is really tired."
Zhang Xiaojia was infuriated by his elder brother's words. Zhang Xiaoqi was not polite either. He went straight to the bathroom in the guest room, took a shower, changed into a Taoist robe, and just walked out of it. The scene in front of him was jaw-dropping - the bastard Little Idiot was snatching the magic weapon from someone else's hand with great momentum!
"You little idiot, stop it right now! You are not allowed to steal other people's treasures!" Zhang Xiaoqi was furious and his roar was deafening.
Zhang Xiaojia looked at his elder brother in confusion, muttering, "Brother, this Soul-Catching Bell won't be very effective on him. Instead of wasting it, why not give it to me? I just happen to have some thousand-year-old lightning-struck peach wood here that I can give him. Isn't that perfect!"
Zhang Xiaoqi was furious after hearing this. He raised his hand and gave the little idiot a loud smack on the head, shouting in frustration, "You idiot, do you know what this Soul-Catching Bell is? This is the one left by the ancestors of Mount Mao! You've taken away all of Mount Mao's most precious treasures. Do you think you can inherit Mount Mao?"
Zhang Xiaojia was stunned when he heard this. He hurriedly threw the Soul-Catching Bell into Jiang Haoran's arms and said unhappily, "Why are you showing off such an important thing? You better keep it for me!"
Jiang Haoran, on the other hand, was looking at this little idiot with a mixture of anger and amusement. He actually dared to turn the tables. Without saying anything, he raised his hand and slapped the little idiot on the head. Then he said, "I'm going to take a shower first." Then he turned and left.
Zhang Xiaojia was puzzled and asked, "He is the heir of Maoshan, so why can't I see his face clearly? Big brother, you told me that it's my fellow disciples who can't see faces, but I can't see Xiaomi, but I can see Xiaoai, Xiaojiao and the others clearly. Some of the Zhengyi sects can't see clearly, but you can say they also worship our ancestors. Then there are some things on the Quanzhen Dao sect that I can't see clearly either. Big brother, can you explain?"
Zhang Xiaoqi quickly responded, “How should I know?”
Zhang Xiaojia continued, "When I see people from the Quanzhen Sect, I can't even get angry with them. Brother, why do I want to get angry with them when I see them? I find it so funny to see them breaking the precepts.
Last time, the leader of the Xuanmen Alliance, the Special Office, and Longhu Mountain came to trouble Zhang San's father, but no one from the Quanzhen Dao sect showed up. It's unbelievable. Did we reach some hidden deal with them?
After hearing Zhang Xiaojia's words, the leaders of various sects in the conference hall felt that it seemed to be true! Zhang San of Zhengyi Dao had violated the Heavenly Law, so why didn't any of the Quanzhen Dao sects come to investigate?
The leaders of the Zhengyi sect were very angry. During the last meeting of the Zhengyi sect, they were worried that the Quanzhen sect would capture Zhang San first and embarrass the Zhengyi sect. But after hearing what the little idiot said, no one from the Quanzhen sect went to capture Zhang San.
It seems that Zhang Tianshi, the old fox, and Quanzhen's Niubi have reached a deal to conceal it from them.
Zhang Xiaoqi pretended not to hear. Anyway, it was none of his business whatsoever and it was not his turn to clean up the mess. The living dead were killed by substitute paper men, and these substitute paper men were made of Zhang Xiaojia's blood. The points should be counted to Zhang Xiaojia, and it was none of his business.
The two siblings each have their own agenda, but they are surprisingly unanimous on one point: neither of them wants to be Zhang Tianshi.
When it was dark, more than a hundred heirs from various sects, big and small, entered the illusion. Those who stayed behind were all from the big sects, 35 people in total, and there were so many people looking at her courtyard.
Zhang Xiaojia looked at the magic weapon in her hand and laughed. She just provided them with a bedroom. They could live anywhere else. Whatever they wanted, she was happy. Look, she had no magic weapon, but after one competition, she had thirty-two magic weapons.
Seeing them glaring at her, Zhang Xiaojia glanced at them. Why couldn't she see any of their faces clearly?
Many of these magical instruments did not know how to be used, and the disaster was diverted to one's own devices. Suddenly, Zhang Xiaojia's eyes lit up and a plan came to mind.
She trotted over to Zhang Xiaoqi and Jiang Haoran, and said cautiously and submissively, "Brother, Uncle Jiang, according to your previous instructions, everyone who comes in must hand over their magic weapon. Look, there are thirty-two magic weapons here. Can you give me a few?"
After hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqi and Jiang Haoran subconsciously turned to look at the thirty-two people, and instantly felt a chill rising up their spines.
The people who were originally glaring at Zhang Xiaojia had now turned their gazes to him, and the anger in their eyes was about to burst out.
Zhang Xiaoqi cursed inwardly, "Damn it! I was actually screwed by this little idiot!"
Jiang Haoran admitted the blame. He looked at the magical instruments in the little idiot's hands, took two of them, and said, "You can divide the rest."
Zhang Xiaoqi immediately said, "Master, your idea is great, thank you!"
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