The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 92: Hundreds of ghosts watching the execution, the rampant soldiers appear in the world

In ancient times, execution grounds were often built at the entrance to a market or street corner because these places were popular and the positive energy could be used to suppress evil spirits.

However, when I arrived at the execution ground at midnight when it was quiet, it was a completely different feeling.

The cold trees around rustled and the night crows cried low.

There seemed to be some indelible dark red blood stains on the platform of the execution ground, which had soaked into the wooden boards and exuded a smell of decay.

A figure stood alone on the stage, quietly gazing at the empty execution ground.

The ghost mask under the moonlight looks somewhat hideous and scary.

Zhang Jiuyang observed the Xishikou execution ground, and his heart moved when he saw the copper rust on it.

The information collected by Li Yan pointed out that this execution ground was built in the early years of Taiping. Now it is the seventh year of Taiping. In just seven years, it has undergone two renovations.

Why does it corrode so quickly?

Zhang Jiuyang took a deep breath and continued to wait.

Time passed little by little, and it was already the hour of Hai.

Boom! Boom!
There were two faint sounds of gongs in the distance; it was the night watchman beating the gongs to announce the time.

It was the second watch of the night, the hour of Hai.

The ancients divided the night into five watches. The night watchman would strike a gong after each watch. Two gong sounds meant two watches, meaning the night was getting darker and it was time for people to go to sleep.

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't sleep, as he had to wait for an execution that was impossible to happen.

The surroundings were getting darker and darker, and the night wind was getting colder and colder, blowing on people and making them feel chilly. The swaying shadows of the trees in the moonlight looked like hundreds of ghosts parading at night.

The Xishikou execution ground was still empty and nothing had happened.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Suddenly, three gong sounds were heard in the distance.

The night watchman did not dare to come to the execution ground, but just walked around it from a distance to avoid it.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly opened his eyes.

It’s the middle of the night, it’s midnight!
According to legend, this is the time when the yin energy is the heaviest and ghosts begin to move around.

Zhang Jiuyang stared at the Xishikou execution ground closely, not daring to blink and miss any details. He knew that he was about to face some unknown evil.

My heartbeat started to speed up uncontrollably.

The next moment, the crow in the tree seemed to sense something and made an uneasy cry.

Hazy white mist emerged and quickly spread around.

Zhang Jiuyang subconsciously wanted to leave, but stopped himself and allowed the white mist to envelop him.

"Brother Jiu, I sense a lot of ghosts... be careful..."

Ali's voice rang out.

Zhang Jiuyang was startled, then turned around and felt a chill on his scalp.

I saw that there were people standing behind him without knowing when. No, maybe not people.

But a ghost!
They seemed to appear suddenly along with the mist, with their toes touching the ground, their faces pale, their eyes cold and without a trace of life. Their dark pupils stared quietly at the execution ground, as if waiting for something.

In an instant, the empty execution ground became crowded with people.

But the surroundings were still so quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop.

Zhang Jiuyang felt a chill in his heart. It was not that he was afraid of ghosts. With his supernatural power of eating ghosts, ghosts were nothing more than walking food to him. What really made his back feel cold was that he realized something.

This execution was meant to be watched by the dead.

What secrets are hidden in the Xishikou execution ground?
Perhaps sensing Zhang Jiuyang's abnormality, some ghosts slowly twisted their necks and revealed a strange smile on their pale faces.

However, what responded to them was the hideous and terrifying ghost face mask and the pair of red eyes full of hostility under the mask.

The ghost-slaying sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand was clanging in its sheath.

In an instant, the ghosts turned their necks and subconsciously moved away from him, forming a small vacuum zone.

He is no longer a mediocre person. Today's Zhang Jiuyang can definitely be called an expert in killing ghosts and catching monsters. Looking across Kyushu, he is considered a man with abilities and skills.

Even a ghost-raising master like Blind Lin died under his sword, let alone these ordinary ghosts.

If it weren't for the important mission tonight, Zhang Jiuyang would have wanted to have a midnight snack.

After waiting for a while, as the biting cold wind blew past, the ghosts all looked grim and a hint of fear appeared in their eyes.

coming!

Zhang Jiuyang held his breath and looked at the platform of the execution ground.

On the execution ground in the white fog, there were figures appearing one after another, armed with sharp weapons and lined up in neat formations, exuding a solemn and murderous military atmosphere.

But there was a ghostly blue fire burning in their pupils, their armor was covered with copper rust, and there were tiny cracks on their weapons.

The most terrifying thing is that their faces are either rotten flesh or shaped like skulls, and no matter which one, they are covered with strange red hair.

Two words suddenly popped up in Zhang Jiuyang's mind.

Yin soldiers!

However, these ghost soldiers seemed different from the two who had previously captured Uncle Jiang.

Zhang Jiuyang still remembered the two ghost soldiers who had captured Uncle Jiang. They held chains in their hands, and their pupils were blood red like lanterns. Even without seeing their full appearance, he could still feel the terrifying aura.

It's like the soul-catchers in the underworld, the Black and White Impermanence.

The oppressive feeling given by these ghost soldiers in front of him was much less, but there were still quite a few of them, and they were shadowy, and there seemed to be hundreds of them, or even more.

When the Yin soldiers pass through, the living people should stay away, and anyone who stands in their way will die!
Zhang Jiuyang thought of the people who had died in Luotian County, and the dead city of Yongzhou that was destroyed overnight six hundred years ago...

His heartbeat quickened slightly, and the next moment, several pairs of ghost-like pupils looked at him. Fortunately, Zhang Jiuyang had made great progress in practicing "Zhongyang Zhenren's Golden Gate and Jade Lock Technique", which locked the pores all over his body and did not leak a single bit of Yang energy.

The eyes of those ghost soldiers swept over him.

"Brother Jiu, it's these damn guys again!"

Ali said viciously in her ghostly voice that it was them who kidnapped her father last time, and she wished she could cut them into pieces!
At this moment, she was holding two swords, eager to try, just waiting for the order from her ninth brother to charge into battle.

Zhang Jiuyang continued to stare at the ghost soldiers and waited patiently.

He did not forget that the assessment task was to wait for the other party to execute the sentence and then snatch the head of the second prisoner.

But why didn’t I see the criminal?

Zhang Jiuyang took a step quietly, getting closer to the execution ground, and finally made a discovery.

It turned out that in the fog, there were several people kneeling with shackles and sacks on their heads.

These so-called criminals didn't seem to be simple either. They had a heavy negative energy and a beast-like roar could be heard faintly from under the sacks.

In the world of the living, executions take place at 3:15 pm, while in the underworld, it takes place at 3:15 pm.

As the time came, a ghost soldier who looked like a general slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were blood red, his body was burly, and his red-haired hand was slightly raised and waved downwards.

It is three quarters past midnight, execute him immediately!

Then a wandering soul floated up. He was wearing executioner's clothes, holding a ghost-head knife, and had a dull look in his eyes, as if he was sleepwalking.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved. This should be the executioner of Luotian County. No wonder he always said that he was beheading people in his dreams, and blood could be seen on the knife the next day.

It turned out that he was called by the ghost soldiers to work overtime.

It can be considered that he kills people during the day and kills ghosts at night. However, looking at his weak soul, it is obvious that his yang energy is deficient and his life span is shortened. He will not live for much longer.

It's a pity that not only is it useless, it also shortens your life.

The first prisoner was brought over and knelt on the ground struggling. The roar under the sack became more and more terrifying.

Clang!
The ghost-head knife fell, and the body was split into two.

The half body was still shaking, dark red blood splattered, and even a few drops fell on the ground under Zhang Jiuyang's feet. The surrounding grass and trees immediately turned yellow, as if they had been corroded by something.

Suddenly, the ghosts watching the execution began to become agitated. They roared and ran towards the corpse like a group of hungry beasts out of the cage.

Eat their flesh alive and drink their blood alive!

In the blink of an eye, the prisoner's body was chopped into pieces, snatched away, and entered the belly of the evil spirit.

Zhang Jiuyang noticed that after eating flesh and blood, the Yin energy in some ghosts quickly became stronger, and they even grew a few red hairs.

Some ghosts, on the other hand, have their souls collapse and die wailing.

The ghost soldiers did not try to stop it, but just watched coldly.

However, when a ghost loses its mind due to the temptation of flesh and blood and attempts to rush towards the prisoners who have not yet been executed, they will draw their swords without mercy and brutally dismember the ghost.

A moment later, the execution of the second prisoner began.

Under the mask, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes narrowed.

This person is his target!

The prisoner, shackled and covered with a sack, knelt down again.

The only difference between this prisoner and the other prisoners was that he seemed very calm, and no roar came from under the sack.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved.

In fact, he had been observing the second prisoner and found many unusual things.

For example, when other prisoners were roaring in anger or fear, he remained silent and extremely calm.

For example, he was not a big man, and his exposed skin did not have any red hair, but was rather dry and rough.

This person must have a special origin, otherwise the old eunuch in the underworld would not just want his head.

The ghost-head knife was raised.

The man stuck his head out, and his eyes under the sack seemed to want to look somewhere, but he was ruthlessly beheaded with a knife.

Blood was flowing.

In an instant, the ghosts scrambled again and rushed towards the flesh and blood. The one running in the front was a man in a black robe with an iron mask and red eyes.

He was filled with an extremely violent aura, holding a sword as red as jade. Any ghost that dared to run in front of him would be cut in half with one blow of the sword.

The Ghost-Slaying Sword automatically absorbed the Yin energy, and the sword light became brighter.

Finally, Zhang Jiuyang was the first to run to the prisoner's body and picked up the head wrapped in a sack.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the moment he held up his head, he felt countless cold gazes coming at him, and his back went cold.

Zhang Jiuyang had been prepared for this. He knew that once he took action, he would not be able to completely hide his yang energy. Among the group of ghosts, he would be as dazzling as a lantern.

Therefore, he had no intention of fighting and just turned around and walked away with his head in his hands!

The ghost soldiers were really weird. Before he knew more about them, he didn't want to cause any trouble. It would be best if he could just take away their heads.

But unfortunately, no matter how much he wanted to leave, the ghost soldiers would not let him go.

In an instant, it was like poking a hornet's nest. Ghost fire flickered in the eyes of the ghost soldiers. They drew their swords one after another, and their bodies turned into gusts of cold wind, rushing towards Zhang Jiuyang.

Whoosh whoosh!
The first thing that came was a rain of arrows, like a swarm of locusts.

The arrow itself was rusty, but it had a sinister aura, as if it was attached with some terrible curse.

Zhang Jiuyang naturally did not dare to be careless. He leaped into the air, and the sword light flashed like mercury on the ground, chopping all the arrows shot at him into pieces.

He saw several arrows shot at a tree nearby, but there were no arrow marks on the tree, and the tree withered quickly.

His eyelids twitched, and Zhang Jiuyang recalled the records about the Yin soldiers. One of the points was that people who died from the Yin soldiers often had no scars on their bodies, but died strangely.

I turned around and continued running, but suddenly heard Ali's voice.

"Brother Jiu, hide quickly!"

The sound of horse hooves trampled the long street.

A pair of scarlet eyes suddenly lit up in the white mist. It turned out to be the general in golden armor among the ghost soldiers. He held a spear in his hand and rode a skeleton warhorse. He came roaring with a terrifying momentum.

Whoosh!
The shot was extremely fierce and fast, full of murderous intent, as if it wanted to nail to the ground the living person who dared to rob the execution ground!

At this critical moment, Zhang Jiuyang's practical training during this period finally paid off.

He dodged almost instinctively, his clothes were torn by the tip of the gun, and he narrowly avoided this powerful shot.

At the same time, he changed his breathing method, and the gushing breath was like a long wind that blew away the white mist around him, bursting out with incredible power.

Sword drawing, the blue dragon comes out to sea!

The sword flashed like a startled wild goose, sliding across the warhorse's legs. Zhang Jiuyang then flew into the air like a cheetah, then took advantage of the momentum to land and turn over, holding the sword in his reverse hand, and posing as a Liuhe swordsman.

The galloping warhorse let out a mournful cry, both legs broke, and it lost balance and fell to the ground.

The golden-armored general remained calm. He turned his spear to support the ground, then flipped off his horse in mid-air and stood steadily on the ground, staring at Zhang Jiuyang with his scarlet eyes.

Obviously, he must have been a general with outstanding martial arts skills during his lifetime.

When their eyes met, they could both feel that the other was not someone to be trifled with.

However, the situation is even more unfavorable for Zhang Jiuyang.

Because all the other ghost soldiers had arrived, they formed a battle formation to surround Zhang Jiuyang, and advanced slowly with spears like a forest.

It seems there is no escape...

Zhang Jiuyang put the sack containing the head on the ground, and the pupils under the mask began to turn red.

"Ali, call someone!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Li immediately flew out of the Yin Doll and slapped the Five-horse Altar on her waist.

"Little ones, follow the king to kill the evil soldiers~"

The next moment, gusts of cold wind flew out from the altar and transformed into rampant soldiers. In addition to the three generals of braised, steamed and fried at the beginning, there were dozens more figures.

These were the ones she had obtained during this period when she ordered the three generals to search the mountains and sweep the mountains.

Simply put, it was grabbed from the grave.

After this period of training, the soldiers are no longer wandering souls, but have a hint of the aura of evil spirits. Their bodies have become more sturdy and their aura has become more ferocious.

The most exaggerated one is the Braised General, who used to be an old man who could barely breathe when walking, but now he has eight-pack abs, muscular body, holds a long-handled sword in his hand, and exudes a fierce aura.

Ali's small body flew up, holding up her pink kitchen knife in front of this group of arrogant soldiers.

"Today is our first bloodbath in the underworld. Follow me, boys!"

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(End of this chapter)