Wet viviparity

Chapter 387: Massacre, Hidden Pusher
In front of Ji Ming, Qian Geng was holding a pile of gold tablets and said, "The imperial edict issued by the government contains the following rewards:

The Taoist general Lingxuzi made great contributions in conquering Lingnan. He eradicated the "Jiangpu Corpse Land", the source of elixirs, three weapon refining mines, and eight large and small barbarian villages.

Now all the True Immortals in Taiping Mountain have agreed, and the True Lord has issued an order to the government, granting 800 merits of hidden virtue, 3,521 talisman coins, 325 precious shell pearls, and a 300-year-old ginseng king.

Youyi made great contributions in assisting the Taoist general and pacifying the Nanhuang people.

He subdued three evil zombies in Jiangpu and killed eleven evil spirits, and also captured a disciple of Panku and several independent cultivators, and cooperated with them to destroy a stronghold. He was rewarded with 620 merits of hidden virtue, 2,300 talisman coins, 130 precious shell pearls, and 8 coins of elite weapon refining.

Lord Linshui hid two evil zombies in Jiangpu and killed thirteen evil spirits. He also hid Wu Dongye, a disciple of Panku, and several disciples of Panku stationed in the village, and they cooperated to break into two villages. All his merits were recorded, and he was rewarded with 432 merits of hidden virtue, 2,700 talisman coins, 100 precious shell pearls, and two old medicinal herbs.

"

Qian Geng finished reading in one breath, put down a pile of gold tablets, and said: "Master, if there is no adjustment, I will read it out to the public and distribute the rewards."

Ji Ming nodded and said, "Most of the fortified cities in Lingnan have been pacified, thanks to the efforts of all the Taoists. Now that the government has agreed on the reward, it should be issued as soon as possible. You should personally supervise this matter and not let him do it."

"Yes!"

Qian Geng said happily.

"Is there any movement from Master Meng?"

Jiming asked.

"No." Hearing the master asking about Master Meng, Qian Geng felt uneasy and said, "Even though we attacked the city and broke through the stronghold with great force, we never saw any trace of this person. It seems that he disappeared in Lingnan."

While Ji Ming was thinking about the purpose of Master Mengnan, Qian Geng said, "Master, the big stronghold in Lingnan has been basically pacified, but rebellions occasionally occur, and now the Taoists have suppressed them many times."

“How was it executed?”

Ji Ming asked casually, he had almost forgotten about this matter.
Three of the four generals of Mucha Mountain died and one surrendered. Master Meng of Panku Mountain remained in hiding and there was no more disturbance in Lingnan. Therefore, Ji Ming did not pay much attention to this set-in-stone event and kept practicing in Jiangpu.

“Everything is strictly in accordance with the standards.”

Qian Geng hesitated to speak.

"standard?!"

Ji Ming was stunned for a moment, and said: "Don't be too harsh on those who are perfunctory occasionally. After all, excessive slaughter will also damage their virtue. I will have to write a few more documents and ask the government to make up for their virtue."

"This"

Qian Geng's master didn't say anything like that. He said, "Everyone was hesitant at first, and only tried to abide by the standards during the first few suppressions. Later, they realized that the southern barbarians were outsiders, and even if they were slaughtered too much, their virtue would not be greatly damaged. Therefore, some of the disciples exceeded the standards."

"How many were killed?"

Ji Ming asked,

"one third!"

"How many?"

Ji Ming's voice became noticeably louder.

"One hundred and sixty thousand."

Qian Geng said with gritted teeth.

Ji Ming fell silent. These 160,000 were obviously not just barbarians from the city. There was no telling how many elderly, weak, women and children were among them. Even a cold-hearted person like Ji Ming felt a chill running down his spine.

It’s not that he was overly kind, but he didn’t expect it to be this number.

He had previously estimated that the number was around 60,000 to 70,000. Half of these 60,000 to 70,000 should be southern barbarian soldiers, and the other half was the number of people he could accept and could be used to intimidate the other villages.

In addition, only a few people here, such as Erjun and Wen Daoyu, have the means to carry out large-scale massacres.

As for the rest, even if all the barbarians were waiting to be slaughtered, it would take several days to complete the standard. Obviously, the number of 160,000 must have stimulated the subjective initiative of many people and made them start a procedural and large-scale massacre.

Process and scale reminded him of some cruel methods, which obviously made him feel uncomfortable with his humanity and even self-doubt for a time, but he quickly overcame this. Ji Ming knew that such negligence and misjudgment of harm to living beings would not be corrected in the future because of this lesson, and even after he became an immortal, a single thought could cause suffering to the people.

He had no intention of being overly alert, because what he was considering now involved many aspects, and things like this were the ones that had the least impact on him.

Now he felt as never before that what determined his position was not right or wrong, good or bad, but his own position. Since he embarked on the path of cultivation, his thoughts based on mortal perspectives had become increasingly faded.

It is true that as long as saints live, thieves will never stop.

"Master, someone is deliberately guiding this."

Qian Geng said.

"It's him?"

Ji Ming thought for a moment and asked.

"Yes, that elder."

"I see."

Ji Ming nodded slightly, and then said: "Send a letter to Shu Si, asking him to cover up the matter, saying that some Pan Ku disciples accidentally dug up a vein of the earth, causing the vitality of the mountain to be lost, and naturally they are gone, which has damaged their own good deeds, and they should be compensated as appropriate by the government.

As for the 160,000 Lingnan barbarians, change the number to 60,000 in the document and submit it to the government."

"I understand, sir."

Qian Geng nodded, took out a jade slip, wrote on it, and said: "We conquered Lingnan, and there were 26 large and small rebellions. We wiped out more than 40,000 barbarian soldiers, implicated more than 10,000 people, and a total of 60,000 casualties."

"What is the current situation in Lingnan?"

Jiming asked.

After killing so many people, Ji Ming thought that the villages in Lingnan should be "calm and composed" and not start fighting without thinking.

Qian Geng chuckled twice, trying to tell some lighthearted jokes, and said, "These southern barbarians should be confused and terrified. After all, the massacre of thousands of people seems to be aimed at the extermination of their race."

As he spoke, Qian Geng laughed dryly twice. From the look in his master's eyes, he knew that his joke was not funny, so he found an excuse to go and do his chores.

In the Jiangpu corpse-piling area, in a dilapidated building, the subdued Yin zombies were imprisoned here. There was no one guarding this place, but none of the Yin zombies escaped and they stayed here honestly.

Ji Ming came here quietly without disturbing anyone.

Entering the attic, one can see a brightly lit scene of celebration and banquet, which seems like a completely different world from the eerie, ghostly, bone-filled, dilapidated and desolate environment outside.

"Please come in, sir!"

Two ghost maids carrying big red lanterns bowed and led the way.

The two maids were in front, Ji Ming was behind, and he was led to the front. Those gloomy and stiff people were still vigorous, holding golden cups and jade bowls, with loose dry hair, and all looked like they were drunk.

When a few ghosts saw strangers coming, their noses twitched, and when they smelled the breath, their drunkenness disappeared a little. Then they focused their blue-white eyes and looked around. When they saw who it was, they were frightened and ran away like rats.

"Devil!
The Devil! "

There was a sinister and trembling voice shouting.

The reputation of killing 160,000 barbarians would make even Yin Jiang tremble with fear.

In this room, a ghost was sitting alone, dressed like a Taoist priest, holding a dust tail in his dry arms under his wide sleeves. Next to the Taoist priest, a young monk was sitting cross-legged, chanting sutras.

"master!"

The novice monk clasped his hands together and greeted Ji Ming.

(End of this chapter)