The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 40 Authority (Please read on!)

The texture of this jade talisman is completely different from the previous Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman and Lantern Shadow Jade Talisman.

The jade talisman of the hungry ghost had a heavy, solid feel, with a faint flow of blood.

The jade talisman in the lamplight carried a faint Buddhist light and sandalwood fragrance.

The jade talisman was covered with light golden flowing patterns that rotated and converged in the center, transforming into the roaring posture of a fierce tiger. In the jade book, a third page had also been added. Zhou Yan noticed that this time the image of the mountain lord and the image of the hungry ghost were in different places.

The hungry ghosts are in the last part.

The lamplight was further ahead than the area in which it was located.

The mountain king's position was near the front of this jade scroll, which was of unknown thickness.

Could it be that this jade book is classified differently and placed in different places according to the different ranks of the demons it suppresses?

For example, heaven, earth, man, gods, demons, and ghosts?
If that's the case, then "hungry ghosts" belong to the category of ghosts.

The shadow of the lamp is considered a "demon".

Shan Jun should have been a tiger demon, belonging to the category of "monsters". However, due to Wang Chun's painstaking efforts, and because Zhou Yan allowed the ghosts to devour the revenge and justice represented by Wang Chun's revenge, and even this batch of blood pills, it was ultimately classified as "earth".

The ruler of all spirits and creatures on earth, mountains, rivers, and the earth.

On the jade book, a picture unfolds in a cold and austere ink painting style.

Zhou Yan's consciousness fell on the jade book, watching the tiger standing on the huge rock roar in a deep voice, carrying a sense of solemnity and killing intent. As his divine sense descended, the ink painting on the jade book suddenly spread out.

A story slowly unfolds before your eyes.

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Long ago, there lived a fierce tiger in Zhongnan Mountain. It was strong and powerful, and every day it followed the rules of tigers, wandering around Wuyin Peak in Zhongnan Mountain. It used its sharp teeth and claws to hunt prey, drank from mountain springs when thirsty, and slept on the desolate mountain at night. No wild beast was a match for it.

It proudly believed that the tiger was the strongest force.

Sharp teeth and claws are the strongest weapons.

Upon hearing this, the monster who had transformed into a human laughed so hard he bent over backwards.

But while tigers are strong, there are many spirits and monsters in this world.

When this fierce tiger hunts its prey, it often injures itself all over. The souls of humans are the most delicious food, but humans appear in groups, with bows and arrows and swords, so the tiger rarely gets to eat human blood.

It wanted to eat, but found nothing, and asked the female demon who came to wash her feet at Misty Peak in distress:
"Are humans the strongest?"

The monster didn't answer. It stomped on the water with its feet, propped its chin up with one hand, and said with a smile, "I'll tell you a method. Go to the roadside and watch people. Don't chase them, don't kill them, just watch."

The tiger didn't understand, but this female monster was far more powerful than him, so it hid under the trees and watched people come and go. One day, it saw a merchant deliberately colluding with bandits to kill the guards of the escort agency and split the money.

The female monster rested her chin on her hand and said with a smile:
"Let me take another look, let me think about it some more."

The tiger watched for three whole years.

He saw a frail scholar deceive his classmates to win the fame and fortune he desired; he saw a merchant who wanted to change his wife and children so he tricked them into going to the mountains; he saw a herb gatherer who said there were good herbs in the mountains so he pushed his neighbor down the mountain.

The tiger suddenly found something even more powerful than its sharp teeth and claws.

It uses illusions to change things.

On the first day, he disguised himself as a woodcutter and lured his wife into the mountains to visit her relatives.

The next day, he disguised himself as a scholar and tricked his classmates into drinking at a deserted temple that night.

On the third day, he transformed into the appearance of a high-ranking monk and tricked his way into opening the gate of the Zen temple.

Day ...

This tiger no longer needs its claws, but it eats more and is more satisfied.

But it saw a person wearing a red round-necked robe with gorgeous embroidery, a jade belt around his waist, and surrounded by many people. This person didn't need to think about it; people would do everything for him.

The tiger demon suddenly realized something.

Deceit is faster than swords and claws.

They used power to devour people.

That's the fastest.

Power is more formidable than the claws of a tiger.

After hearing its initial idea, the female demon laughed so hard she almost fell over. But when she saw the tiger abandon its claws and fangs and begin to command its vassals to provide for it, she suddenly sighed with regret and disappeared.

She asked, "The claws and teeth of the forest are sharp, but they are not as deep as the schemes of the human world."

"But without wildness and claws, how can one fight against the wickedness of the human heart?"

"Are you a human or a tiger?"

The tiger didn't care anymore. It found the herb gatherer who had pushed his neighbor down the mountain. Just as the herb gatherer was thinking about how he could eat his neighbor's family to death when he got back, the tiger stretched out its sharp claws and pounced.

It wanted to use this wicked man as a harbinger, letting the harbinger use words to deceive people into dying to provide for it. Thus, it became increasingly satisfied and comfortable, until one day, the harbinger served it respectfully, using blood wine to put the tiger to sleep. In its half-asleep state, it seemed to transform into the man in the red robe, dressed in fine clothes and wearing a jade belt, surrounded by a crowd. It could freely pick human flesh to eat; with power, there were always people who would deceive others to give to it for consumption.

In his half-drunk, half-awake state, he saw the ghost approach and take out a wooden nail.

The nail was driven into the tiger's neck.

It fell asleep in its own dream.

Power trumps the deception of words, and the language of deception is sharper than claws.

But without claws and fangs, how can one survive by relying on human speech?

"In the end, he's just a beast who wants to wear human skin but can't."

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The scroll of the mountain tiger slowly calmed down. Zhou Yan looked at the fierce tiger in the picture book, seeing its bared fangs and claws, and learned about the past of this monster. After that, the tiger was probably used by Wang Chun and transformed into its current form.

The story of a powerful tiger that lost its true nature and relied on human power and words, only to be devoured by the evil spirits in the end, is rather ironic.

And the female monster that appears in this tiger story...

And then there was that last, cold, sarcastic remark.

Zhou Yan exhaled, his expression changing slightly.

Is it the Lord of the Azure Netherworld?
Or some other powerful demon?
He vaguely sensed a tremendous sense of oppression. In that world, different from the history he knew, beneath the shadow of this ordinary human world, there seemed to be another world existing.

In that extraordinary and mysterious world of supernatural tales, the presence of the Azure Netherworld Lord, or rather, a great demon king of this level, was too strong, like a raging flame.

The powerful beings seem to have an impact on the weaker monsters.

The sun doesn't shine directly on every yokai, but when they look up, they can see its intense radiance. The Lord of the Azure Netherworld may have forgotten his encounters with these yokai, but for them, the Lord of the Azure Netherworld's existence is an indelible mark.

The monsters Zhou Yan encountered, regardless of their strength, had all met Qingming Fangzhu once before, whether they were enlightened, mocked, or saved. However, these encounters were all governed by a strange set of rules.

The more Zhou Yan came into contact with these strange and supernatural worlds, the more he felt the power and unfathomable nature of the Qingming Fangzhu, while the hatred remained in his heart, unbreakable.

Zhou Yan exhaled, pinched his fingers together, and the Mountain Lord Jade Talisman emitted a faint golden light. The talisman had no evil or demonic aura whatsoever; instead, it exuded a solemnity.

Numerous supernatural powers and transformative abilities arose in his heart like flowing water.

[Exorcising ghosts] can be done by using the power of the mountain spirits to command wandering ghosts and control spirits; it is said that tigers devour human souls, and the souls are at the tigers' service.

【Tiger's Might】can unleash the power of a tiger, giving a human body the strength and speed to rival that of a tiger.

【Wind Control】 allows one to control the gale by relying on innate supernatural abilities.

Furthermore, under certain conditions, one can even control the earth's veins.

Within the mountains that have been granted imperial permission, there exists a power beyond the ordinary.

However, Zhou Yan's foundation and cultivation were too shallow. He sensed that he could use all these abilities, but his own cultivation level greatly reduced the effects he could produce.

The boy's lips twitched slightly.

I was internally complaining.

"Ding, your attribute values ​​are too low. High-level skills are affected by attributes, and their effects are greatly weakened."

Strictly speaking, it can't be said that Zhou has no blue bar now.

All I can say is that his life was probably even shorter than Wang Chun's.

All combat styles either rely on the reduction-type spells of jade talismans combined with sword techniques to decapitate, or on martial arts combined with the summoned spiritual objects to pose a threat to monsters.

Strictly speaking, Zhou Yan is no different from a demon hunter who is a mortal and takes up weapons and swords to fight against monsters and ghosts.

Zhou Yan looked at the child. Yin Zichuan was still talking about his own affairs. This guy seemed to be a bit of a chatterbox. He said he was worried about his wife and children. He didn't have any intention of harming others, but he just wanted to go back and see them.

If possible, persuading your wife to remarry would be the best course of action, blah blah blah.

Anyway, I'm already dead, so I can't have sex or anything like that.

You can't use Mr. Horn, blah blah blah.

Zhou Yan found this guy to be more talkative than eighty wronged souls.

The little girl looked bewildered. Zhou Yan wondered if the Mountain Lord's ability to control ghosts could save her.

The [Mountain Lord Jade Talisman] in his hand dispersed, transforming into a stream of light that entered Zhou Yan's body. His blood and qi surged instantly, then stopped at a point where they might tear Zhou Yan's body apart.

Then he paused slightly.

Even with weak cultivation, the mountain lord will eventually have different perceptions.

He felt it.

A murderous intent was emanating from the foot of the mountain; it was—

Heavy cavalry!
(End of this chapter)