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Chapter 332 This is Gotham (Please subscribe, read, comment on the monthly ticket)

"Looking at my appearance, I must be a divine general, not a monster at all!"

Martin let go of the greatsword, stretched out his index and middle fingers and lightly flicked the sword.

The tremendous force hit the sword-wielding girl, causing her to step back several steps and then sit on the ground with her buttocks. All her magic power was shaken away, her body was sore and swollen, and she could only sit on the ground without any ability to resist.

After being taught a little lesson, the little girl saw clearly what was standing in front of her, and her body began to tremble with fear.

A divine figure is like an iron tower, wearing a black robe and yellow armor, with five-colored light following him, and his divine power turns into clouds like the sea.

The little girl had little magical power and had been frightened unconscious by the ferocious ghost army and three ghost kings in Zhenhun Street. If Zhang Jue had not secretly cast a spell, she would have been eaten by the ghosts and become their meal.

After finally waking up, her first thought was to run away quickly, and then she ran into Martin who kicked the door in. He swung his sword in response, and things became awkward.

"Great God, I didn't mean to offend you, please forgive me!"

The little girl turned over and began to bow to Martin, muttering a messy prayer.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Martin reached out and interrupted the girl's kneeling to him: "First, I am a living person. If you want to beg for mercy from me, don't kowtow to the dead. Second, what are you chanting? It's a mess. Sometimes you're praying to gods, sometimes you're praying to ghosts. It makes my head hurt."

"A living person?"

The little girl looked up in astonishment, looking at the black and yellow clothes in front of her, and subconsciously said: "Black robes and yellow armor can only be worn by people of the emperor's level. In this era, only dead people would wear such clothes!"

This is true.

The rules of the so-called Three Mountains Orthodox Church are no weaker than those in the officialdom, and the regulations on clothing are extremely strict.

Only the emperor or the imperial master can wear black.

However, the Yellow Turban Army of the Taiping Dao were originally bandits. Although there were ranks in the army, they were not always emphasized through things like clothing.

"You're right!"

Martin touched the mask on his face and said softly, "If I die now, I can at least be a true lord, a god, and almost as good as the emperor."

"But this has nothing to do with you."

His expression suddenly changed, and the mask on his helmet also turned into a terrifying look. He demanded, "Tell me your name and purpose."

Of course Martin knew that the girl in front of him had no ill intentions, otherwise Zhang Jue would never protect her.

But the little girl didn't know any of this. She looked at the scary ghost mask and said, "My name is Zhou Zanxi. I'm from Guangdong and Guangxi. My grandparents lived in Gotham's Chinatown, but they've both passed away. My family has since returned to China, and I'm here to pay my respects to them, but I didn't expect to end up in this place by mistake."

"Your name sounds familiar?"

Martin stroked his chin and thought for a while, and finally remembered the name.

This little girl is a female hero created by DC based on ghost movies such as "Mr. Vampire".

She has some involvement with the Bat-Family and Constantine.

As for the magic she used, it was actually not very sophisticated. Not to mention compared with the heretical bandits like the Taiping Dao, she couldn't even touch the level of the Three Mountain Orthodox Sects, namely Mount Longhu, Mount Mao and Mount Gezhao.

The spells and talismans he used were at best at the level of folk magic, which were often created by folk wizards by combining traditional witchcraft and Taoist spells and rituals.

This thing has a low standard, almost the same as the White Lotus Sect. If they can get ashore, they will become the Lushan Sect. If they can't get ashore, they will occupy the mountain and become the king, combining with the local gentry to bully the villagers.

The spells they used were often wild or primitive, such as stepping on a mountain of knives and holding a jar on the head, climbing a cloud tower and descending into a sea of fire...

Anyone with a little bit of eyes can see the strong legacy of traditional witchcraft in these spells, which emphasize the overbearing and tyrannical attitude of "I must kill you before I die."

This is something that the Three Mountains Orthodox Sect disdains. They can go to the Heavenly Court to be appointed as officials and receive ordination certificates. A talisman burned in the sky can reach the nine heavens and summon heavenly soldiers and generals to help. Naturally, they disdain things like walking on a mountain of swords and jumping into a wok of oil.

The Yellow Turban Army of the Taiping Dao also looked down upon this kind of legalistic style, because what they wanted was to rebel. The legalistic style of hurting oneself before hurting others was very useful for one person to deal with demons and monsters, but it had no place in the military formation.

Martin took a quick glance at the little girl in front of him and could tell that she was a practitioner of the more orthodox style among the Dharma.

Witchcraft is a legacy from ancient times. If you don't have divine blood or are born with special powers, learning from ancient wizards is pure suicide.

"My name is Martin. Since you have strayed here, follow me and I will escort you out! This street is no longer a place for living people."

Martin waved his hand, signaling the little girl to follow quickly.

Zhou Zanxi's legs were still a little weak, but thinking about the scene of the evil soldiers passing by just now, she quickly stood up, grabbed her backpack, and followed Martin's footsteps.

At the same time, she couldn't help but think of a question in her mind, and asked curiously: "Master Martin, since this street is not a place for living people to come, why are you here?"

"Humph!"

Martin walked ahead and said with a smile, "You're actually saying that I'm not a living person if I walk on this street where living people shouldn't be, right?"

Zhou Zanxi showed an embarrassed look on her face.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

When she walked out of the room, she saw six huge yellow flags floating in the sky and countless souls pouring towards Zhenhun Street.

Although she couldn't understand what these things were based on her knowledge, she knew that Martin was not someone to be trifled with.

But Martin was not as petty as Zhou Zanxi thought, and explained to her directly: "Zhenhun Street is the place where life and death meet. On the one hand, it is to suppress the restless ghosts in the underworld, and on the other hand, it is to guide the confused dead in the human world.

I am a natural spirit carrier. I can walk between the boundaries of life and death and call upon the heroic spirits of history to help me. Ordinary people, even ordinary practitioners, do not have this ability. If they stay in Zhenhun Street for a long time, they will be corroded by the evil spirits and ghosts, and will slowly turn into a half-human, half-ghost monster. "

Zhou Zanxi felt her eyes were opened as she listened to Martin's explanation.

People who teach Buddhism often do not pass on their things to their children.

This is because most practitioners have developed their own methods of practice, and most of the formulas and spells are harmful to nature, and can cause great harm to the practitioners themselves.

Therefore, once the followers of the Fa have been cleansed of their bloody past, they will completely seal up their bloody past and never mention it again.

The same was true of Zhou Zanxi's grandparents. Although they taught her to cultivate magic power, draw talismans and practice martial arts since she was a child, they did not talk much about cruel things.

They rarely mention matters of the human world, and naturally won’t say a word about the even more mysterious underworld.

Now, the little girl was very excited to hear the news about the underworld from a god who seemed like a god.

The little girl has no interest in becoming an immortal, and folk teachings do not pursue this thing, because everyone knows that no one in the world wants to become an immortal, it is simply a dream.

Martin walked ahead, his mana ignited, transforming into wisps of yellow smoke that rose into the sky and descended into the six giant yellow sky banners, weaving a stairway to the human world. Zhang Jue used these six giant yellow sky banners to alter the heavens and earth, separating Soul-Centering Street from the human world, ensuring its safety while also increasing the difficulty of entry and exit.

This difficulty is certainly not a big deal for Martin, but if he wants to get the little girl with little magical power back to the human world safely, he still needs some means.

Zhou Zanxi looked at Martin's magical power which was like the vast ocean, her eyes full of envy.

He is a god, I am just an ordinary person, it is normal that I cannot compare with him.

The little girl comforted herself in this way in her heart, and when she saw the yellow smoke coming out of Martin's body, she asked curiously: "Master Martin, what kind of magic is the smoke coming out of your body?"

"Burning Body Divine Blessing!"

Martin knew that the girl wanted to take this opportunity to find out about his magic, but he didn't care:

"In the pre-Qin era, before paper was invented, cultivators would burn their own mana and vital energy, transforming it into smoke and clouds that would ascend to the Ninth Heaven and reach the Heavenly Emperor. They would then be able to summon the wind and rain, and even summon heavenly soldiers and generals."

"However, this move consumes too much energy. Only people who have achieved great success in cultivation can use it frequently. Otherwise, they will easily be burned dry and become a mummy."

"After the invention of paper, people invented talismans. When burned, they could act on behalf of one's own spirit and seek help from the Heavenly Emperor."

"The one who played this trick the most enthusiastically just now was Emperor Jiajing. During his reign, he often ordered court officials to write Qingci, burn them, and then pray to the heavens to allow him to ascend to heaven and become an immortal."

Zhou Zanxi nodded, not quite understanding. She even had trouble understanding modern things, let alone the pre-Qin period.

Martin spoke a lot, but he only remembered two key points.

One is that ordinary people can easily die if they use this kind of magic too much.

Another is that Emperor Jiajing wanted to become an immortal.

"I have also heard that Emperor Jiajing practiced Taoism and wanted to ascend to heaven in broad daylight. Did he succeed in the end?"

Zhou Zanxi followed Martin up the stairs constructed by the Yellow Sky Qi. When she heard about becoming an immortal, she couldn't suppress her curiosity at all.

"of course not!"

When Martin mentioned Jiajing, he became unhappy:
"To bear the disgrace of the country is to be the master of the country; to bear the misfortune of the country is to be the king of the world. Jiajing was the emperor for decades, with wealth and splendor, but was also plagued by misfortune. He also wanted to become an immortal, and have everything after lying in the coffin."

Zhou Zanxi shrugged her shoulders and didn't say much. She was curious about becoming an immortal, but she also knew that she had nothing to do with such things.

After all, it is the 21st century now. Whether in Japan or the United States, life is extremely developed. Instead of ordinary people working hard to pursue immortality, it would be more practical to think of ways to make more money.

"Here we are."

Martin ended the topic in time, took Zhou Zanxi out of Zhenhun Street, and appeared out of thin air on the street.

This street is where Martin's house is located. Everything seems to be fine, and all the neighbors go out to work and live as usual.

The only difference is that no houses have disappeared from this street.

"interesting!"

What Martin meant by "interesting" was of course his own residence.

But Zhou Zanxi couldn't understand this. Those drivers flying close to the ground would try even harder to understand a crazy person standing in the middle of the road blocking the way.

squeak-

The sudden appearance of Martin and Zhou Zanxi forced drivers on the road to slam on the brakes. The brake pads were worn red, and the friction between the tires and the road made a harsh sound. At the same time, a series of charred tire streaks were left on the street.

"Get out of here, you weirdo lunatic in weird clothes."

It's no secret that Gotham drivers are quick to react with anger.

Batman, who often drives the Batmobile on Gotham roads, is one of the best.

To this day, no one knows how many old criminals' cars the tank-like Batmobile has crushed.

"Fuck your bearer, you weird-dressed idiot. Do you hear me? Fuck you..."

The driver suffered a road rage attack and even rolled down the window, leaning half of his body out and giving Martin a blatant middle finger.

"Go back now and fuck yourself!"

Martin didn't tolerate these people, and immediately raised his middle finger to the driver in return.

Then, without waiting for the other party to fight back, he clenched his fist and smashed the front of the car hard.

boom!
The front of the car was dented by Martin's punch, and the rear end of the car was lifted up more than one meter, then fell down heavily, and the entire car's glass was shattered.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Martin withdrew his fist, this time calmly and without making any threats.

"Ghost!"

The people in the car were already scared silly. Only after the car shook violently did they react. They screamed and jumped out of the car and ran away.

Zhou Zanxi, who spent most of her life at the University of Tokyo, was puzzled when she saw this scene.

"They are just a few mortals, why are you so serious..."

Before Zhou Zanxi could finish her words, the few people who had escaped just now ran back with automatic rifles and pulled the trigger directly at Martin.

"Die, go to hell, you weirdly dressed lunatic. I'm going to beat you to pieces and then sell your body to compensate for my car."

Martin had known this would be the outcome; he pulled out a large shield engraved with runes from a wooden box and held it in front of him.

These bullets had not been processed in any way, but they made a clanging sound when they hit the shield, but the bullets bounced back and did not cause any damage to Martin.

Zhou Zanxi was stunned. Hiding behind Martin, she couldn't help but curse: "Fuck, these people are crazy. Wasn't it just a traffic accident? Are they really going to pull out their automatic rifles and start a gunfight?"

"This is Gotham!"

Martin was helpless, but he had gotten used to it: “If you can’t get used to it, pay respects to your grandparents and leave here quickly.”

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