Chapter 21 You’re late

Chapter 21 You’re late

Chapter 21 You’re late
It was already afternoon, but the city of Xuzhou was still bustling with people.

It borders the Shiwanda Mountains and has a population of millions.

When there are too many people, it is easy to attract evil.

It is also easy to attract gods.

Wisps of human energy floated into the sky, dyeing the entire sky above Xuzhou City gray. Blurry figures stood above the sky, absorbing the human energy as they breathed in and out.

After the heavenly changes, the path to cultivation was cut off.

The same is true for gods.

Popularity is the only option for monks and gods.

However, according to the monks, there is no such thing as human energy, it’s all spiritual energy.

In the eyes of gods, that is just incense.

Over time, it becomes a commonly accepted understanding.

Only mortals know nothing about it.

At this time, inside the Song Mansion.

Xuzhou Mu Song Tiangang was handling various affairs, with a loyal servant waiting beside him.

The servant had been with him for many years.

Every member of the Song family will choose a loyal servant since birth. Although they are called loyal servants, they are actually as close as brothers.

Even when doing something.

Let them wait outside.

"Sir, someone from the imperial court has come to collect taxes again, and he has asked you to see him by name."

"Oh? Who is it?"

"It was Imperial Tutor Wang. He brought His Majesty's order, requiring that taxes must be collected before the autumn harvest and sent to the treasury before farming."

"It's Wang Taiyu..."

"He and I are of the same age, and we were classmates."

Song Tiangang wrote the document and said calmly, "However, he does not know the etiquette. My Song family has gone through two dynasties, and nine of the ten generations have been dukes. He is just a poor boy who climbed up to the position of Grand Tutor by serving Your Majesty as a dog. He should come to see me. Tell him to pick an auspicious day and come in person with generous gifts. Otherwise, go back to where you came from."

"As for taxes..."

When it comes to taxes, Song Tiangang becomes a little impatient.

Previously, he was quite concerned about this matter.

In the spring of the fourth year of the Qingli period, when he returned to Beijing to report on his work, he saw a god in the palace.

That god was invited by His Majesty at great cost, and it is said that he holds the secret of becoming an immortal.

The price to pay is the taxes that increase every year.

The entire Dakang Dynasty was suffering.

In addition to food, gold, silver and other taxes, the most important tax is popularity.

Song Tiangang was aware that since he came from an aristocratic family, he needed a legitimate reason for doing things, so he thought of sending people to the Shiwandashan Mountains with a feng shui plate to look for the source of pollution, and then create a trick of an evil attack on the city outside Xuzhou.

By then, people in the city will be in panic.

Naturally, you can increase taxes and attract more popularity.

Popularity is something that cannot be absorbed by monks, and neither can gods.

Popularity only arises when ordinary people worship gods, use money and other things, or go about their daily lives.

The gods have religious means of making their mortal followers even more fanatical.

The court composed of monks naturally also has methods such as selling amulets to gather popularity.

But, popularity cannot be cut too harshly.

Because if you cut too much, you won't live long.

Talent is the foundation.

Monks and gods will stick to the rules and give mortals a break, either by killing evil spirits or protecting mortals, and so on.

Taxes are important.

But there are things more important than taxes.

An existence that is exactly the same as the god who hides the secret of becoming an immortal.

Mutated idol.

"The secret of becoming an immortal..."

Song Tiangang sighed silently in his heart: "What does it matter to be the Emperor of Dakang if he gets you? Who would be willing to become a god if they can become immortals?"

Perhaps the price of cultivation is popularity.

The path of a cultivator stops at the Nascent Soul stage, so he can only seek to become a god on the spot.

The ancient methods of practicing martial arts using human energy will not work.

Any cultivator who practices will grow strange things, which will devour his cultivation and soul.

Once it grows out, a Nascent Soul cultivator can only hold on for one day, while a Golden Core cultivator or a Foundation Establishment cultivator cannot even hold on for half a day and will turn into something evil in a moment.

Therefore, the ancient skills and spells have long been listed as banned books.

Checked every year, banned every year.

However, all the disciples of aristocratic families will teach their subordinates a few tricks.

If you encounter a crisis of certain death, as long as you practice the ancient method, you can transform into an evil creature on the spot. This can be regarded as another means of counterattack.

The servant saw that Song Tiangang looked worried.

I thought I was worried about taxes.

The servant said, "Madam Twelve has already led people to the Shiwan Mountains. They should be able to find the source of the pollution soon. Then you don't have to worry so much."

"Source of pollution?"

Song Tiangang said in a strange tone: "I have to worry..."

Finding the mutated idol is extremely important.

He did not tell the Twelfth Lady, but only gave her a feng shui plate, which could find the location of another feng shui plate.

Because he felt that the mutated statue would not let Lin Ye and others go and would definitely swallow them up.

The Feng Shui divine plate is blessed and consecrated by the gods.

It will not be digested within a few days.

If we find the feng shui plate, we will also find the mutated statue.

At that time, he will personally take action to capture the mutated statue.

"Isn't it the Twelfth Madam who entered the Shiwan Mountains yesterday?"

"We led the men in at daybreak, and brought with us horses and beasts that could travel a thousand miles a day, and could also move freely at night."

"Well, he must be dead."

"died?"

The servant was stunned.

"Why all the fuss?"

Song Tiangang said indifferently: "The life span of the Nascent Soul is 800 years. Gods may seem immortal, but without incense and offerings, they are nothing but dust. Only immortals can live forever."

"But that's the Twelfth Lady..."

"The twelfth lady died, but there are still the first lady, the second lady, the thirteenth lady, and the twenty-eighth lady."

The servant suddenly understood and said nothing more.

At this time, Song Tiangang was no longer in the mood to write, so he said: "Xuzhou City is too small to accommodate so many people. You take some people to move them away."

"Where to move to?"

"In the Ten Thousand Mountains." The Ten Thousand Mountains are full of evil.

No one wants to go there unless it is absolutely necessary.

Not to mention Lin Ye and the others, Song Tiangang originally only asked them to find the source of the pollution. Who would have thought that they would encounter the mutated statue, which led to the Twelve Madam bringing people into the mountains again.

And now, the Twelfth Lady has followed in her footsteps.

If we continue to send more people in, I'm afraid there won't be any results.

Therefore, a bridgehead is needed.

"Take eighty, no, one hundred gods and go there to find a suitable place to build a temple there."

Song Tiangang stood up and paced, thinking for a moment and then said: "Also, this matter cannot be covered up, forget it, I will go see that Master Wang first."

After saying that, Song Tiangang disappeared instantly.

About a moment later.

All the cultivators in the city saw Song Tiangang flying out from Master Wang’s residence with an extremely gloomy face.

"Sir Song, are you going to see the Grand Tutor?"

"Get lost! You lowly cultivator, do you have to be so nosy?"

Song Tiangang scolded the man angrily, flicked his sleeves and disappeared into a beam of light.

It doesn't take a moment.

The children of noble families and high-ranking officials in Xuzhou City knew that Song Tiangang was very angry with Tutor Wang because of the tax issue.

And at this time.

Song Tiangang returned to the mansion and said to the servant: "Now, you can go and do what I want you to do."

The servant said, "I'll do it right away."

"and many more……"

Song Tiangang waved his hand again: "There are too few people in Xuzhou City. Inform the gods to let the mortals give birth to more people."

"Yes, my lord."

There are a lot of people in Xuzhou City, so some of them need to be relocated.

There are very few people in Xuzhou City, so we need to encourage more births.

Whether it is a lot or a little, Song Tiangang decides it in one thought.

……

the other side.

In Jingxian Temple.

Yubaba just felt like she was dead.

Even the neck was broken.

I don’t know how much time passed before I slowly opened my eyes.

"Huangpier, wake up, wake up!"

The purple-robed Taoist priest shouted excitedly.

Chen Huangpi made a hushing gesture: "Master, don't scare Granny Tang, let me do it."

"Granny, how do you feel?"

"what!!!"

Yubaba screamed, "Don't eat me, don't eat me!"

Her mind was in a daze and she hadn't figured out the situation.

Chen Huangpi glared at the purple-robed old man angrily and said, "Master, Tangbaba is a good person, but you scared her like this. She might be going crazy."

After saying that, ignoring the sullen master, he turned to Tangbaba and said, "Don't be afraid. I am Chen Huangpi. I won't let the master eat you. You are old and weak. The medical classics say that your body is full of toxins, which is not good for your health."

"Chen Huangpi..."

Only then did Tangbaba suddenly wake up and said in fear: "What on earth are you?"

This Taoist is so evil and terrifying that he can even eat gods alive.

The Yellow Peril ate most of it, but it was left with a strong earthy smell and was not tasty.

Chen Huangpi is also his apprentice.

With such a good master, how bad can the disciple be?
At this moment, looking at Chen Huangpi's tender white and yellow face, Yubaba felt creepy.

I almost couldn't catch my breath and was about to faint again.

Chen Huangpi quickly explained: "Grandma Tang, I'm not a thing, I'm Chen Huangpi, my master just damaged his brain from practicing martial arts, so he eats people, but our Taoist temple doesn't usually have living people coming, so he doesn't eat much, you don't have to be afraid."

This is true.

In Chen Huangpi's life, only two people visited the Taoist temple.

One time was the day before yesterday, by those monks from Lin Ye.

One time was today, when Yubaba was picked up by the master.

At this time, Yubaba also regained some of her sanity.

She really wanted to say, Chen Huangpi, you are lying.

Your master bit a onion to death in front of me. The onion could talk. It was an onion man, also a kind of evil.

The onion man uses human corpses as fertilizer to grow.

I eat it whenever I meet someone.

There are places in the Shiwanda Mountains where these things grow, and often underground there are corpses of the remains of an entire village.

However, the onion people cannot move and just look a little taller.

It can only wait for someone who doesn't know what's going on to bump into it, or for someone to feed it a corpse.

There are onion people growing in Jingxian Temple, which means that there are people feeding them often.

Click, click.

The old Taoist in purple robe started chewing onions at the right moment.

Granny Tang couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Chen Huangpi, you green onion..."

Chen Huangpi said, "This was planted by my master. It's very good. It tastes sweet and has a nice aroma. Do you want to eat it?"

As he spoke, he broke off a section from the purple-robed Taoist priest's hand and handed it over.

Yubaba kept shaking her head.

"Ok."

Chen Huangpi took a bite disappointedly and said, "Then I'll eat it myself."

"By the way, mother-in-law, what are you doing at Jingxian Temple? Are you here to thank me on behalf of those disabled people?"

"I……"

Granny Tang felt her throat dry and said with difficulty: "I am here to look for my mountain god. Is he still here..."

I couldn't say these three words in my stomach.

Chen Huangpi suddenly realized: "You are here to look for the Fox Mountain God. You are too late. It seems to be dead."

Eat the scallion whites in three or two bites.

Chen Huangpi gave up his seat.

then.

Yubaba saw a palm-sized fox statue lying on the stove. The statue was covered with cracks and there was a hole in it, as if it had become a dead fox.

"Lord Mountain God, you..."

　Tomorrow the blood starts

　　
　
(End of this chapter)