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Chapter 473 Ghost Buddha! The Bad Guy Commander Who Suppresses Ghosts (14)

Early the next morning.

Zhang Xiaojing then went to find Zhuang Boshi, wanting to take him to see the Bad Commander.

Zhuang Boshi once again witnessed the power of Zhang Xiaojing, the county lieutenant, which was far beyond that of an ordinary county lieutenant.

Born into a poor family, he was able to be transferred from a remote county in the Western Regions to a post in the heart of Chang'an. He also had many connections in the court and among the people, so his future prospects were limitless.

"Brother Zhang."

Once you step onto Suzaku Avenue, many people are carrying bamboo poles, wood, floral decorations, and other items toward the Imperial Palace.

"What's that doing?"

"Is the Lantern Festival just around the corner? In recent years, the situation has been stable and the national treasury is full. The Sage wishes to rebuild the Hua'e Xianghui Tower. At that time, there will be a very lively scene, and the Sage will come out to celebrate with all the people."

Zhuang Boshi asked, "I wonder if I will have the opportunity to meet the Sage at that time?"

He is now very interested in the Emperor Xuanzong who has suddenly realized his mistakes.

Many emperors were wise at the beginning but incompetent at the end.

There are very few emperors who are incompetent at the beginning but wise later in life.

An emperor who was wise at the beginning, foolish at the end, and then wise again is absolutely unique.

Emperor Xuanzong, Li Longji, definitely possessed some special qualities.

It may even be the most fundamental reason for the current changes in the world.

“Of course, the Sage is overjoyed, and all the people of Chang’an will have the opportunity to see him. Daoist Master can also participate,” Zhang Xiaojing said.

"I have already informed my superior, and the Emperor will surely summon you. Daoist, just wait for the good news."

"That's great."

The two continued on their way until they arrived at a mansion.

The two mythical beasts at the entrance are neither stone lions nor auspicious beasts like the Qilin, but rather prostrate Pixiu.

"Most of the evil spirits in the world are detained in the Dali Temple, but quite a few are also detained in the Bu Li Tai, so Pixiu are used to suppress evil spirits," Zhang Xiaojing explained.

"These Pixiu are no ordinary items either; they actually suppress two ghosts inside." Zhuang Boshi saw through the true nature of the Pixiu at a glance.

The two vengeful ghosts were actually bound tightly by a pair of stone sculptures, and even managed to create a very simple ghost realm.

They only stop evil spirits, not living people.

It's like an access control system.

So sci-fi, oh no, so supernatural.

"These were personally carved by the master stone carver Liu Rulong. No ordinary evil spirit can escape these two Pixiu." Zhang Xiaojing said with great pride.

The Tang Dynasty not only had tattoo masters, but also master carvers with superb skills. The key was that, thanks to the development of the Tang people, they were able to apply these skills to daily life.

People come and go at the entrance, completely unaffected by the strange supernatural influence of the bad guards.

It must be said that their understanding of vengeful ghosts is incredibly profound.

But what caused such a glorious Tang Dynasty to collapse so suddenly, and why were almost none of these methods of controlling ghosts passed down to later generations?

This led to increasingly crude exploitation of the paranormal as time went on.

Moreover, after arriving in this era, Bosch felt that the connection between himself and the Ghost God was very weak, almost as if it were about to be severed, which was very unusual.

It seems that some more terrifying ghost severed the connection.

Could it be that this ghost caused the end of the Tang Dynasty?

Led by Zhang Xiaojing, the two entered through a side door.

Unlike ordinary vermilion government offices, the Bu Liang Tai residence had completely black walls, both inside and out, and the entire residence had no doors or windows.

In the dimly lit corridor, only a few dim lights provided illumination. The red glow of the oil lamps reminded Zhuang Boshi of Wang Xiaoming's ghost candle.

There are no gardens or pavilions in the Bad Terrace, only small rooms without doors or windows.

Pale-faced thugs exuding an aura of malevolence hurried in and out. They weren't surprised to see Zhang Xiaojing; he seemed to be a familiar face here.

After the two entered the hall, the door was tightly closed.

This is very unusual. Why would the doors be closed during the day when the office is in operation?

But what's even more unusual is that there's a blood-soaked talisman on the gate.

It looks very strange, and it's definitely not a cultivation rune.

Severed fingers, broken teeth, and human eyeballs appeared on the blood.

"This is a blood curse, and it's also a way for the Bad Guys to suppress evil spirits," Zhang Xiaojing explained.

Zhuang Boshi said, "I've never seen the characters used in this talisman before. Could it be ancient script?"

"This is a righteous and unified talisman passed down from the Han Dynasty. It was lost during the Jin Dynasty. After Emperor Taizong collected it, he ordered Yuan Tiangang to re-compile it."

"Using this talisman, one can suppress ordinary evil spirits and prevent them from leaving the room."

"I see."

This is truly a wonderful thing. In the past, imprisoning vengeful ghosts would have required a great deal of gold, but now all it takes is writing a talisman on the door.

Moreover, this rune only borrows the supernatural power of the vengeful ghost, not the vengeful ghost itself.

The risk of getting out of control has been greatly reduced.

Zhang Xiaojing gently knocked on the door.

He knocked three times.

After a while, the door creaked open without any wind.

The room was pitch black except for one white oil lamp, which illuminated four other white oil lamps in the four corners of the room.

The light was cold and eerie, as if it came from the underworld, sending chills down one's spine. "This is..." Zhuang Boshi asked in confusion.

Zhang Xiaojing went in first, followed by Zhuang Boshi.

Above the main hall hung a painting of a fierce tiger trampling ghosts, depicting a huge, white tiger with glaring eyes trampling four evil spirits.

The ghost's eyes and body were still moving, emitting faint, mournful screams.

That was a genuine vengeful ghost.

Beneath this image stands a tall and imposing man clad in black, gleaming armor.

"Zhang Da, the county magistrate, it's been a long time. You're still as dashing as ever," the burly man said.

"Brother, you flatter me."

Zhang Xiaojing quickly smiled wryly and said, "How dare I call myself a county magistrate in front of you?"

The burly man sneered, "Hmph, once you left my place, you were a member of the Bad Guys forever. Don't think that just because you've become a county magistrate, you've forgotten your old brothers."

"I can't say that, I can't say that." Zhang Xiaojing quickly changed the subject: "Brother Yun, let me introduce you."

"This is Master Zhuang, whom I met at Mawei Slope."

"We encountered a deceitful ghost at the Mawei Slope post station. It could actually speak human language and deceive people to kill them. I almost fell for its trick and was killed by that vengeful ghost."

"Fortunately, Brother Dao is skilled and suppressed that ghost with one hand."

The notorious leader, known as Yunji, stirred slightly upon hearing this.

"How could a vengeful ghost appear at Mawei Slope?"

“Yes, that’s only a hundred miles from Chang’an,” Zhang Xiaojing said. “Has the resurgence of vengeful spirits intensified recently, or have the vengeful spirits imprisoned in the Dali Temple and the Bad Guards escaped?”

“No.” Yunji’s expression was solemn.

"The escape of the vengeful ghost is a major event."

"If the sage punishes us, no one will be able to escape unscathed!"

“We patrol day and night, and have never heard of any vengeful ghosts escaping.”

"That's good." Zhang Xiaojing was very puzzled. It was too coincidental that the Taoist priest had encountered ghosts twice in such a short period of time. He thought that a vengeful ghost had escaped.

If it didn't escape, then where did this liar come from?

Zhuang Boshi was also speechless. "I've seen three wild ghosts in the past two days. Where do ghosts come from? Do they grow out of the ground?"

He now has serious doubts about the validity of this so-called claim that there are no ghosts in the world.

Zhang Xiaojing continued, "The Taoist priest is incredibly skilled, and he is also proficient in a unique secret technique called the Alchemy Technique, which allows him to suppress evil spirits with gold. This is the most I have ever seen in my life."

"Brother Dao also wishes to visit the Bad Guard."

Zhang Xiaojing was very good at talking. He didn't mention Zhuang Boshi's specific demands, but gave a brief introduction and even pointed out the Midas touch.

"The art of alchemy?"

Yunji immediately became interested: "What kind of alchemy is this? Can you show me?"

This group of people controlled at least five fierce ghosts. Controlling five fierce ghosts would allow them to dominate a large area in later generations.

In the Tang Dynasty, Yunji was just one of the forty-eight Bad Commanders.

Above the Bad Commander are twelve Ghost Suppressors and three Day-Roaming Generals, all of whom are top-tier ghost tamers.

Zhang Dong might not exist in this era.

However, there are likely quite a few ghost tamers at the level of the Seven Elders.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhuang Boshi produced a piece of gold.

With a flick of his hand, the gold vanished.

With another reach, a golden flower appeared.

The crowd was utterly astonished: "Is it really the Midas touch?"

He could tell, of course, that the Taoist priest in front of him had not used any evil spirits or supernatural props, nor was it just some ordinary street trick; he had truly conjured a ball of gold out of thin air.

There wasn't even the slightest supernatural reaction.

"It's just a trivial skill, I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself," Zhuang Boshi said modestly.

Yunji gave Zhuang Boshi a deep look: "Brother Zhuang, if you become successful, don't forget about me, this little rogue commander."

He turned to Zhang Xiaojing and asked, "Brother Zhang, when do you plan to take Daoist Zhuang to meet the Sage?"

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs has reported it, so it'll probably be around the Lantern Festival by now," Zhang Xiaojing said helplessly.

Yunji scoffed disdainfully: "Yuan Zhen has become the Right Chancellor, but he is no longer the same passionate and righteous man he used to be. He is becoming more and more like that old dog Li Linfu."

Ignoring his complaints, Zhuang Boshi took the initiative and said, "Commander Yun, I want to ask you about something supernatural."

Yunji wasn't surprised at all. After all, with Zhuang Boshi's limited skills in metal magic, he didn't need to go through the connections of the Bad Commander to become an official. He was here for the ghosts, not for the people.

Zhang Xiaojing must have brought him here for a reason.

However, considering the golden flower on the table, Yunji certainly didn't mind helping out.

"Brother Zhuang, please speak, what is it?"

"Is there a ghost Buddha in the world? Brother Yun, have you ever heard of it?" Zhuang Boshi asked.

“The most distinctive feature of a ghost Buddha or ghost bodhisattva is a reversed swastika.”

"Reverse ten thousand characters?"

Yunji's brow furrowed and his body stiffened slightly, his eyes sharpening.

(End of this chapter)