From a carp to a dragon god

Chapter 144 The Trouble Comes from the Ghost
The Death Demon is the fourth of the ten demons. He is of the same origin as the Ghost Demon and is a branch of the Western Demon Cult, specializing in death.

Whenever a killing calamity occurs, the Death Demon will seek out those who try to survive and kill those corpse-guarding ghosts and life-seeking slaves whose natural lifespan has ended and who cast spells to borrow lives or longevity.

Therefore, the practice of the Death Magic Sect is mostly related to ghosts. Not only do they practice to be like ghosts, but they also try to collect the four life ghosts.

They are: the ghosts of those who died young, the ghosts of those who died old, the ghosts of those who were physically injured, and the ghosts of those who died by suicide.

This tiger demon was also strange. He came from the vast desert in the far west of Lingzhou to Wuzhou on the coast of the East China Sea and built a temple to collect the homeless souls.

Others don’t know that Yu Shuyang has used the art of gathering wind and observing qi to investigate, and found that there is a sixth-grade dead ghost in the backyard stele forest, who is Jin Ling’s grandfather.

He wielded the Bailin Zhanyuan Sword, and with one blow of the sword, the tiger demon's head was directly blown up, and the demon cultivator's soul was also cut and damaged.

Even if there are spells to fake the soul's death or use a substitute to die in place of the original soul, they are all ineffective. This is the power of swordsmanship.

A single sword strike shatters the soul's consciousness, leaving only a trace of the immortal spirit, which then returns to the underworld, without the chance of reincarnation or awakening to the past life.

Yu Shuyang retracted the Bailin Zhanyuan Sword and used the quiet natural wind to blow away the dirt and blood.

Fortunately, this is a seven-turn magic weapon that can withstand the contamination and pollution of the death magic. If it were an ordinary sword weapon, it would be a maggot in the bone and there would be no way to clean it.

"Manager Xia, there are still hundreds of ghosts in the backyard stele forest. The ghost of Jin Ling's grandfather is also there, and it is currently out of the control of the tiger demon.

I'm afraid that at night, there will be a ghost disaster. This is an extraordinary matter. What should we do? "

Yu Shuyang first picked up the white bone short arrow. It was a white bone magic weapon, refined with the pure law of death, and was just suitable for Li Taiping's Beidou to use.

Xia Wushou also took away the deadly red glass lamp and the mud-gold red robe, and touched the tiger demon's corpse and took away the magic bag he was carrying.

"I will take care of this matter now. The most urgent thing is to leave this place as soon as possible. This matter will not prevent us from getting too involved with the blessed land."

The bull-headed demon Hong Tao also followed the example of the other two demons, took away the string of white bone walnuts, and then they all boarded the lobster magic boat and dived into the underground water layer to escape.

Before leaving, Xia Wushou sent out several flying talismans to convey that he had to find someone to deal with the aftermath, otherwise he would attract hundreds of ghosts to roam at night and kill ordinary people.

By then, the Humane Dynasty will definitely not give up and will send Liuhe Qimen to investigate the case, which will definitely involve Xiyu Fudi.

Not to mention the background and strength that Tiger Demon mentioned before his death, just the accountability and punishment from the Humane Dynasty are not something Xiyu Fudi can bear.

Therefore, Xia Wushou sent a message to Madam Dugu in the Embroidery Academy, and also sent a message to Mr. Gu in the Temple of the God of Agriculture, asking the two of them to find a way to clean up the mess.

Let’s not talk about how the three demons Yu Shuyang divided the spoils when they returned to the blessed land, let’s just talk about the inner courtyard of Taicang Embroidery Academy.

Madam Dugu is teaching her students the peacock needle technique, which is her unique embroidery technique. It looks like a peacock's spread tail feathers, and only this technique can make it look beautiful.

This is also related to her background. Madam Dugu is of cat-fox demon bloodline and was born in Wuwei Xiutu Hall, a branch of the Baishan Fox in Menzhou.

Her ancestors were people who migrated south, and in her generation, she was the only one who could have the surname Dugu, and her younger brothers all had to change their characters to Gu.

"Let's stop here for today's class. Go back and practice more." After reading the flying talisman message, Mrs. Dugu said something to a few students and left.

Taicang Embroidery Academy is divided into two academies, the inner and outer academies, where all the students are female. There are humans, demons and even Shinto monks. Both lecturers and students are women.

Madam Dugu walked quickly all the way. The ancestor Leizu was enshrined in the embroidery courtyard. She was restricted in the sky and on the ground, and could not cast spells to fly or hide.

It was not until she walked out of the embroidery workshop gate that she saw Mr. Gu and two cat warriors standing there waiting obediently.

"Little brother, have you also received the message from the flying talisman?" Madam Dugu breathed rapidly. She was exhausted from the long journey.

"Don't worry, sister. We can't just listen to the orders of a servant. Besides, there's no point in working for nothing." Mr. Fox said calmly.

"We will discuss the benefits later. Two days ago, your brother-in-law sent a message saying that Yu Shuyang should be sent out.

When the time comes, you can find a way to win me over. In a few years, it will be time for me to practice in seclusion, waiting to break through to the fifth level and become a demon fairy.

That will be the time to ask for benefits. For now, the most important thing is to keep Fudi safe and sound. After all, Xiaofu and the others are still there."

Madam Dugu gritted her teeth as she spoke at the end. Most of the descendants detained in Baizi Courtyard were her blood relatives, forcing her to give in and bow her head.

Especially since Madam Wushuang's only son died recently, she was afraid that the dragon girl would go crazy, so she arranged for her brother to erect cat and tiger statues to scare her.

"Sister, are you absolutely sure you can survive the tribulation? If not, just hold off for a few years until I have accumulated enough divine merit.

When the time comes, I will ask the Shinto monks of the Weaver Girl Temple to make a precious robe for you, so that I can rest assured that you, my sister, are not thinking about your brother.

You should also think about your poor nephews. If they didn't have you as their backer, they would be tortured to death by that thief couple." Mr. Fox couldn't help but persuade his sister again.

His family is a branch of a first-rank demon fairy family. Even without mentioning the Baishan Fox Clan, Wuwei Xiutu Hall is also a third-rank demon fairy family.

What's more, his sister's surname was Dugu, and she practiced archery, capable of firing ten spiritual arrows at a single draw, a technique known as the "Peacock Spreading Tail" archery of the Xiu Tu lineage. Marrying a destitute fish demon from the aquatic tribe, and sharing a husband with a shameless dragon girl, the mere mention of this made him grit his teeth.

"You should go quickly. I will tell you before I go into seclusion." Madam Dugu advised.

Her younger brother is her biological brother from the same mother, and is the closest person to them in the clan. He looks down on the younger brother of the Great Immortal Xiyu.

Mr. Gu said goodbye to his sister. Before coming here, he arranged for the people in the temple to go to the human state government office.

The Yi Temple beside the Wuding River was under the jurisdiction of Chongzhou Prefecture. At this time, the temple keeper was killed. Hundreds of ghosts and a sixth-grade ghost in the backyard stele forest...

Whether it is to subdue and suppress, or to communicate with the spirits and save the souls, it is not the job of their Temple of the God of Agriculture to intervene, although the Water God, one of the Eight La Gods, can also communicate with the spirits.

He took the two ghost puppet cat warriors and walked slowly towards the Wuding River. When he arrived, the sun was almost setting.

As expected, Chongzhou Prefecture sent runners from the Liuhe Qimen. The Liuhe Qimen was directly passed down from the Renzu Temple and was specifically designed to assist the Humane Dynasty in managing all worldly affairs.

The one who came was a blessing official in a white robe. He was one of the Liuhe, who was responsible for praying for blessings and warding off disasters. He could also help with the salvation of the dead.

The official of fortune brought a group of people to the Yi Temple Stele Forest, where they scattered burning paper and chanted incantations to offer food, while shaking a square imperial bell in their hands.

It is obvious that this is a humane magic instrument. There are secret mantras for calming the soul and the mind on all four sides of the bell wall. Every time the bell swings, it is equivalent to silently reciting a secret mantra.

He sent hundreds of wandering ghosts into the underworld on the spot, and this small forest of steles also nurtured several acres of dark land.

There was only one most troublesome zombie ghost of the sixth rank, who might be the Death Demon Monk's backup plan. He really didn't want to get involved.

However, this matter has been reported to the provincial government and assigned to him. All the accomplices have been dealt with, and no hidden danger can be left here.

"Erect the tombstone and dig up the grave. First, light all six soul lamps. Light seven... no, light forty-nine."

When Fuguan finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and felt heartbroken. He felt like his heart was about to break. The Six Soul Lamp was made of soul-soothing white wax.

One soul-resting lamp requires six white candles, and one white candle costs ten talisman coins. Setting up this lamp array is equivalent to spending three thousand talisman coins.

Fortunately, there are a few acres of Yinming soil in return, whether it is sold to the human family as burial forest land, or moved to the underground Yinming soil under his control.

In just a moment, all forty-nine Six Soul Lanterns were lit and placed in the formation of the Big Dipper.

The remaining few people pulled out the stone tablet and dug out the grave in a few seconds, revealing a red coffin. Since ancient times, red coffins have been used for happy funerals.

The imperial bell in Fuguan's hand kept shaking, and the secret mantra for soothing the souls continued to chant, along with the forty-nine six-soul lamps, covering the entire tomb.

"Open the coffin and raise the body, and you will get rich."

Following a shout from the lucky official, a person knelt down at each of the four corner tombs, all dressed in mourning, and wailed uncontrollably.

"Don't be sad, filial son and grandson!"

Another shout was heard, and a man stood at each corner and pulled up a black cloth. The coffin could not be opened to see the light of day, otherwise it would be called exposing the corpse.

Then four people jumped down and each took a tool to pull out the nine-inch soul-calming nails on the coffin, and Fuguan pushed the coffin lid open with his own hands.

When the coffin was pushed open, a corpse covered with white hair was revealed. The face could no longer be seen, and the white hair was as dense as wool.

"It's actually a zombie. My Six Soul Lamp is wasted. Let's burn it." Fuguan was very disappointed.

The process of communicating with the dead to help the souls of the deceased to be reborn will produce the Yinmingtu, which can compensate for their losses. Zombies are the most useless, and only a handful of ashes will be left after the corpses are burned and decomposed.

The men then sprinkled glutinous rice on the corpse to calm it down, poured strong liquor on it, added three layers of mugwort and three layers of reeds on top, and set the whole coffin on fire.

The fire was so fierce that it ignited almost instantly. It took no time at all to burn the coffin clean. At this point, the matter was considered clean.

Unexpectedly, a strange laugh was heard from the fire, and then a sound like a duck's voice was heard.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for helping me escape the calamity by killing the tiger on Tiger Ridge. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. We may meet again in the mountains and rivers. I am leaving now."

The flames in the grave went out, and the coffin and the white-haired zombie all disappeared.

Fu Guan, who was standing by, turned pale in an instant, with beads of sweat the size of beans pouring down his face. No matter how powerful a zombie was, it was still driven by an evil spirit and could not speak.

"At least a fifth-grade Taiyin Refining Corpse Immortal. He's using me to escape the calamity. I'm really lacking in virtue."

Fuguan let out a wail as if his parents had died.

　I have written too much, and splitting it into two chapters seems a bit bloated. One chapter has 800 more words. Please just make do with it. The author has to go to bed.

　　
　
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