Chapter 51 The Evil Daughter Who Was Driven Away
The Quanzhen Sect leader asked, "Do you regret it? All your merits are gone, and your Dao heart is disturbed. If you continue like this, you might not even have an heir."
Qin Shu said seriously, "Master, I don't regret it. Besides, they are not qualified to tarnish the path of reincarnation."
The Quanzhen Sect leader said angrily, "You know very well that I'm not talking about this."
Qin Shu "..."
The Maoshan Sect Leader beat Jiang Haoran up, cursing as he did so, "Are you a pig? You can't ask me to break the formation? Even if you want to recite the Soul-Exterminating Curse, can't you wait and let me recite it for you?"
The head of Qingwei Sect said, "Ah~ It's getting late for retirement again. Go out and do good deeds to eliminate your sins. I will wait for you to come back."
Master Yunfeng: "Thank you, Master. Thank you for your hard work, Master."
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Zhang Xiaojia woke up in her eldest brother's villa. The seat next to her was still warm. He Fei had been there. There was a small courtyard at the head of the bed.
She looked around blankly again.
Suddenly, I thought of Xiaomi’s ten lifetimes of merit being gone, and my eyes started to tear up.
Her elder brother and the others are guilty of all these sins, but she has no regrets. Even if she were given the chance to do it again, she would still do it the same way.
But she definitely didn't want to bring Xiaomi along.
What a joke! Letting the underworld messengers take them back to the underworld for review, serving their sentences in hell, and then reincarnating them, what sweet dreams are they dreaming about? They don't deserve even a chance at reincarnation.
Zhang Xiaojia thought for a long time but still didn't know what to do?
Going downstairs, I saw Haoran, Qin Shu, Qingfeng, Zhao Zhigang, Master Jinjin, Master Yunfeng, and my eldest brother, Xiaomi were all there. Zhang Xiaojia went to Xiaomi and hugged her.
Zhang Xiaojia said, "Brother, is Grandpa here?"
call out--
Everyone is looking at her
grandfather?
Shouldn't he be called old man?
A group of big men walked in, including Zhang Tianshi.
Zhang Tianshi looked at the little idiot's red and swollen eyes and said lightly, "You did a good job this time."
The Quanzhen Sect leader said solemnly, "People from above will come to collect the hero's bones and place them in the coffin. All of you stay here and lend a hand. The hero's soul is in the talisman. You are to escort them to the path of reincarnation."
"Yes." Everyone answered in unison.
Zhang Xiaojia and others watched their master leave.
Not long after, the old man led a group of people to the scene in a hurry. Each of them had a solemn and sad expression on their face.
When the old man's eyes fell on the corpses of his comrades lying on the ground, his body trembled slightly and tears instantly welled up in his eyes.
All those comrades who once fought alongside him, shared life and death with him! Eighty-one years have passed, and he has never given up searching for them. Now, he has finally found them, and I'm bringing you home.
The old man walked forward slowly, each step heavy. He squatted down and gently stroked the now-white bones, as if he could feel the breath and warmth of his former comrades. Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping onto the cold bones.
"Brothers, I'm late... but I finally found you," the old man muttered, his voice choking with sobs. The people standing by watched this scene silently, their hearts also filled with grief and respect.
Next, everyone began carefully gathering the remains of their comrades, preparing them for burial. Each body was meticulously wrapped and placed in a specially crafted coffin. The entire process was solemn and dignified, with no one speaking, only the occasional soft sob breaking the silence.
Finally, amidst a sea of grief, these brave and fearless soldiers finally rested in peace. The old man stood quietly before the tomb, unwilling to leave for a long time. He knew that although his comrades had been buried in the martyrs' cemetery,
Zhang Xiaojia and the others followed along the way. Tiandao's father also respected these soldiers very much. However, there were countless miniature thunders on her head, which made no sound.
Zhang Xiaojia and his companions returned to the barrier. They looked at the barrier and realized that the old man and his companions had improved the feng shui here.
Zhang Xiaoqi released the heroic souls of the soldiers. The nine of them sat on the ground and recited scriptures. The heroic souls still picked up their weapons and guarded the front to resist the evil spirits of the Japanese army, refusing to enter the road of reincarnation.
He Fei was sitting next to Jia Jia at this time, looking at Jia Jia's red and swollen eyes. With a wave of his hand, the redness and swelling in Jia Jia's eyes were no longer there.
He Fei said to Zhang Xiaomi, "These soldiers were too obsessed. Their orders during their lifetime were to resist the Japanese army, but even after death, they still voluntarily chose not to enter the cycle of reincarnation and instead entered the barrier to kill the Japanese evil spirits."
Zhang Xiaomi was puzzled and asked, "Heroic Soul, are they the ones who don't want to enter the reincarnation cycle on their own?"
He Fei explained solemnly, "You see, this mysterious barrier here was carefully arranged by those Japanese Yin-Yang masters! This barrier is filled with a large number of ghosts of the Japanese soldiers who died in the war of aggression against China.
The insidious and cunning Japanese actually tried to raise Gu in an evil way, letting these Japanese ghosts fight each other in the barrier, with the purpose of breeding an extremely powerful ghost king from them!
Once the Ghost King takes shape, it will become an extremely terrifying force in their hands and can be used at will by the Japanese army.
The harm and carnage caused by just one Ghost King is enough to equal the loss of millions of innocent lives!"
At this point, He Fei paused and continued, "Eighty years ago, a Taoist priest happened to pass by this place and saw through this conspiracy. The Taoist priest knew that if these evil spirits of the Japanese army were allowed to succeed, the consequences would be disastrous. So, he made a quick decision and spent a lot of effort and life to create an exquisite and ingenious induction array.
With the help of the magical power of this induction array, the heroic souls of the brave and fearless soldiers were successfully guided into this dangerous and weird barrier, and started a thrilling and desperate battle with those vicious Japanese army demons.
It was precisely because of the Taoist priest's heroic act and the soldiers' selfless dedication that we were able to prevent this terrible disaster from happening, preventing the terrifying Ghost King from forming and falling into the hands of the Japanese army, where he could continue to wreak havoc on the world."
Zhang Xiaomi blinked her eyes and asked, "Then how can we eliminate the obsession in the hearts of these heroic souls?"
At this time, He Fei gently stretched out his hand and touched Jia Jia's pink cheek tenderly, with deep affection in his eyes, but he did not say another word. He turned around and left without hesitation.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqi on the side hurriedly and carefully collected those heroic souls again.
Watching He Fei's departing figure, Zhang Xiaomi was filled with doubts and couldn't help but ask again, "So what should we do to help these brave heroes completely eliminate the obsession deep in their hearts?"
At this moment, Jin Jin Zhenren, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly stepped forward and gently waved the dustpan in his hand, hitting Zhang Xiaomi squarely on the head. He slowly said, "Think about it for a moment. Why did they choose to join the army in the first place?"
Stunned by the sudden question, Zhang Xiaomi thought for a moment before answering, "Of course it's because the damned Japanese invaders are invading our country! And these heroes resolutely threw themselves into the battle to protect their homes, their country, and their people."
Hearing Zhang Xiaomi's answer, Qingfeng Zhenren, who was standing nearby, nodded slightly and said, "If that's the case, why not let these heroic souls take a good look at our vast land today? Let them witness with their own eyes the blossoming flowers and magnificent beauty of this beautiful land; let them experience the prosperity and peace of the people living and working in peace and contentment. I believe that when they see all this, their obsessions will naturally dissipate."
Zhang Xiaojia looked at his elder brother and said, "Go to the Xuanmen leader to explain the situation and get us a double-decker bus. We can go anywhere without being restricted by road traffic. Let's go see the beautiful mountains and rivers."
Zhang Xiaomi continued, "Brother, don't forget to ask the Xuanmen League to provide food, gold ingots, and high-quality incense. Now I can't even pick up money."
Zhang Xiaoqi looked at the two pigs speechlessly. Why did they insist on asking him to go to the Xuanmen League? You know, the Tianyi Sect they belonged to was just one of the many sects in Longhu Mountain.
Moreover, here were the legitimate heirs to the Dragon Tiger Mountain leader and the Quanzhen Sect leader! He had ignored these powerful figures and instead sought out the heirs of a small, low-ranking sect like his. These two were actually his younger siblings? How could he think that, given his considerable influence, they were the heirs of a low-ranking sect...
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqi threw the pot down and said, "Are you two idiots? Do we, a small sect, have the right to worry about these things? The brothers from Longhu Mountain and Quanzhen Sect will handle it. We just need to be obedient! Our Tianyi Sect is just a small, second-rate sect. I don't have that much face!"
Qin Shu turned to look at the three people from Tianyi Sect and couldn't help but feel a headache. These three people were simply stupid. After such a serious incident, they could still laugh. I really don't know what they are thinking.
Qin Shu lowered his head and stared at the sword tightly held in his hand, and his heart seemed to be a little unstable.
Zhang Xiaoqi slowly walked over to him, sat down, and said, "Hey, can you lend me your sword?"
Qin Shu raised his head and looked at Zhang Xiaoqi in confusion, but seeing the other party's expectant expression, he hesitated for a moment and slowly handed the sword to him.
However, the next scene made Qin Shu dumbfounded - after Zhang Xiaoqi took the sword, he picked it up and made a substitute paper man without saying a word!
Forget it!
Zhang Xiaoqi acted as a substitute paper man, and the rest of the people cast spells directly on the substitute paper men. These paper men would be used by the group of heroic souls later.
As soon as Xu Yizhi returned to the sect, he was sent to watch for the car to pick someone up.
When we arrived at the destination, we saw several dark places. What happened?
What did they do?
After they got in the car, he saw the mini sky thunder above Zhang Xiaojia's head.
The way of heaven is biased.
When they got in the car, Qin Shu's group set up their formation, while Zhang Xiaoqi, Zhang Xiaojia and Xiaomi ate ice cream.
Xu Yizhi: "Aren't you going to work?"
Zhang Xiaoqi said shamelessly, "We are just a small branch of Longhu Mountain. Can't we work for the main family? You are all big bosses, and I am just a weakling who has to take care of my younger sisters and brothers."
After everyone had arranged the formation, Zhang Xiaoqi took out a paper substitute from his arms. The paper substitute was made with great skill and looked as lifelike as a real person.
Qin Shu on the side took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, muttered something, and began to cast a spell, guiding the souls of those heroic martyrs into the body of the substitute paper man.
At this moment, Xu Yizhi, who had been sitting on the ground and observing silently, suddenly stood up, staring at the substitute paper man in front of him that was gradually becoming full of life, his eyes full of awe.
He couldn't help but ask, "Brother, if we operate this way, can these heroic ancestors really be revived?"
Zhang Xiaoqi thought for a moment and replied, "It should be feasible. But the specific situation will depend on the subsequent progress." As he said that, he began to direct the heroic spirits that had possessed the substitute paper figures to sit down in turn.
Curious Zhang Xiaojia couldn't suppress her impulse upon seeing this, and was about to walk towards those heroic souls. However, just as she took a step, she was grabbed by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Zhang Xiaoqi.
"You little idiot, don't you know what outrageous things you've been thinking about in your head all day long? If that mini thunderbolt above your head suddenly falls down, it will directly kill all the heroic souls that have been gathered together with great difficulty!" Zhang Xiaoqi lectured with a serious face.
Hearing what his brother said, Zhang Xiaojia immediately puffed out his lips like a deflated ball, but still sat back in his original position obediently.
Then, Zhang Xiaojia took out a yellow, round tangerine from his pocket like a magic trick and handed it to Zhang Xiaoqi.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqi thought that his sister had prepared this tangerine specially for him, so he hurriedly took the tangerine and peeled it skillfully.
Just as he was about to enjoy it, Zhang Xiaojia suddenly snatched it away at lightning speed.
"Hey! Do you still have any shame?" Zhang Xiaoqi shouted angrily with his eyes wide open.
"Hmph, no! Who told you to be so slow?" Zhang Xiaojia proudly shook the tangerine in his hand, then took a big bite without hesitation, mumbling as he chewed, "Wow, it's so delicious!"
Qin Shu also handed Zhang Xiaoqi a tangerine. Zhang Xiaoqi peeled the skin directly. Zhang Xiaomi looked at him with big eyes. He had no choice but to give the tangerine to him.
Zhang Xiaojia took out another super large jackfruit and said, "Brother, peel the jackfruit."
When Zhang Xiaoqi saw this, he thought about how his hands would be sticky after peeling the jackfruit, so he just threw the jackfruit into his bag, not bothering to pay attention to her expression.
"Brother, where are we going?" Zhang Xiaojia continued to ask
"Who knows? Oh right," Zhang Xiaoqi took out the talisman paper and cinnabar, opened the small table and said, "Draw me a top-grade lightning talisman."
Zhang Xiaojia had no choice but to draw. Seeing his sister drawing so obediently, Zhang Xiaoqi also took out a jackfruit and cut it for her.
Qin Shu also came to help.
No one saw the heroic spirits of the predecessors.
When Captain Yang woke up, he saw tall buildings and the asphalt-paved roads with cars coming and going.
"Is there still a war now?" Captain Yang murmured.
Zhang Xiaomi walked over and said, "Because of your fighting spirit, the Japanese were driven away."
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As they stood in front of the towering buildings and looked at the busy and brightly lit streets, there was a gleam of disbelief in the eyes of the heroes.
They strolled in the park, listening to the children's cheerful laughter, feeling the gentle warmth of the sunshine on their faces, their hearts filled with unprecedented satisfaction and comfort.
During this month,
Zhang Xiaojia and his team took the heroes on a tour of the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland. From the snowy plateaus of the north to the tropical rainforests of southern Xinjiang, from the bustling cities of the east to the magnificent mountains and rivers of the west, every place amazed them.
Captain Yang and his companions paused on the Great Wall, gazing affectionately into the distance. He said, "This is the land we once swore our lives to protect. Today, it is so magnificent, and the people are so happy. Our sacrifice was worth it. The sun is still shining, and the mountains and rivers are still magnificent."
They knew clearly that they had passed away, but their deep attachment to their hometown always lingered in their hearts.
Captain Yang stared at the people in front of him, his eyes full of affection and longing, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Master Taoist, we are all descendants of the Sichuan Army from Sichuan! Now we have been wandering outside for so long, can you take us back to our hometown? We really just want to go home and take a look, even for just a short while. I really want to kowtow to my elderly parents at home in person..." At this point, the eyes of this iron-willed man could not help but turn red, and his voice choked a little.
Zhang Xiaojia and the others looked at Captain Yang and the soldiers behind him, who were also filled with anticipation. They felt a pang of sadness in their hearts and slowly nodded in response, "Okay."
After one night, they returned to the Sichuan land they had longed for, and it took them back to their hometown.
Captain Yang said, "Master, thank you for letting us see all this. Now that our wish has been fulfilled, we can leave with peace of mind."
Zhang Xiaojia said, "Captain Yang, let's go meet them again tonight. There are some juniors who want to meet you."
As night falls, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsides, and the moonlight sprinkles on the earth like water.
Zhang Xiaojia led the seniors and slowly walked towards the stadium.
Their figures seemed somewhat illusory in the night, but their resolute steps seemed to penetrate the barriers of time. As they stepped into the stadium, the previously pitch-black field suddenly became as bright as day, and the dazzling lights illuminated the entire space like daylight.
At that moment, a shocking scene unfolded before my eyes. In the center of the field stood a mighty and majestic army, neatly arrayed. They wore the uniforms of the era, their demeanor valiant and morale high. A closer look revealed them to be the XXXth Regiment of the 178th Division of the 47th Army of the Sichuan Army! Their expressions were solemn, their gazes resolute, revealing a courage and determination that defied all odds.
Captain Yang looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar team in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but become moist.
At that moment, an astonishing scene unfolded before everyone's eyes! The latest weapons suddenly appeared as if dropped from the sky, and advanced fighter planes soared through the sky like steel eagles. Accompanying them was an array of top-notch high-end equipment, shining with a cold metallic gleam and exuding an unparalleled powerful aura.
The weathered old man excitedly walked over to Captain Yang, his eyes gleaming with excitement and pride. His voice trembled but he spoke firmly, "Captain, look! Our soldiers now finally possess the most advanced weapons in the world! In the past, we could only watch the Japs parade their might, feeling incredibly frustrated and envious. But things are different now! We no longer have to envy their weapons!"
Captain Yang gazed at the brand-new planes, tanks, and dazzling array of guns and ammunition before him. He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the cold, hard fuselages and guns, as if he could sense the immense power contained within. He murmured to himself, "How wonderful... We have such sophisticated equipment ourselves! Now, who dares to underestimate us?" At this moment, a surge of pride welled up in Captain Yang. He knew these advanced weapons would revolutionize the troops, empowering his soldiers on the battlefield to forge ahead with unwavering courage!
The old man stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke, "Captain, have you seen this? Our regiment's designation has never been revoked; it has been passed down to this day. As your descendants, we will inherit your spirit of sacrificing our lives and shedding our blood. We will defend this homeland to the death and will never allow the enemy to infringe even the slightest bit!"
As soon as the words fell, the whole audience erupted in deafening shouts: "Inherit the will of our predecessors and defend our homeland to the death!"
These passionate slogans echoed in the air for a long time. Those shouts seemed to transcend time and space, interweaving with the charge sounds on the battlefields of that year, playing a magnificent heroic hymn.
The Ghost Gate slowly opened, and at every interval there was a Taoist priest dressed in plain clothes, holding a bright lamp in his hand to illuminate the way forward for the heroic souls of the Red Army.
The heroic souls of the Red Army soldiers looked at each other, their eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions. They knew that this moment marked their farewell to this world and the beginning of a new journey. Yet, they felt neither fear nor sadness, but instead an indescribable sense of peace and relief.
"Thank you." An old Red Army soldier said solemnly, his voice full of strength and conviction.
All the Taoists sat cross-legged and chanted the mantra for rebirth.
When all the heroic souls left, Heaven suddenly bestowed merit. Zhang Xiaojia saw that his elder brother's karma had been eliminated, and everyone here had already accumulated a thin layer of merit. Zhang Xiaomi's merit also descended, and it was even thicker than before. Zhang Xiaojia was so happy that he felt as if he had not changed at all...
Why?
Only she...
Is she the only one without merit?
She obviously also contributed?
The ancestor's incarnation on the tablet said, "You are the first Taoist priest to destroy souls, and the first righteous Taoist priest to use heavenly thunder to destroy thousands of souls. The fact that you have not accumulated more karma is already a favor from Heaven, and it is also the result of your wild man beating Heaven up."
Zhang Xiaojia sneered, who cares?
Zhang Xiaojia's inner villain is already crying out for help...
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