From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

It rained today, but there were no clouds at night.

Old Zhang walked alone on the mountain path, head down.

The old lantern in my hand glowed with a yellow light and swayed in the wind.

Old Zhang is fifty-six years old this year. A few days ago, he was rowing his boat when he unexpectedly encountered a water ghost on the river. Not only did the three passengers he was carrying die, but the ghost also caused the tea stall on his boat to be deserted, and no one dared to drink there anymore.

Seeing that his business was about to fail, and having fallen ill, he heard the villagers mention the old Yushan Temple, which always emits golden light at midnight. He felt that there was a deity in the temple and thought he would light incense and ask the gods to save him.

"Tap tap tap—"

Old Zhang carried a lantern and walked through the forest with the wind.

Not long after, they saw an old temple with peeling eaves and half-rotten doors. Old Zhang approached with a lantern, the yellow light illuminating the moss on the steps, which was greasy, slippery, and dirty.

He pushed open the door and looked up. He saw a clay sculpture of a mountain god on the altar, its head crooked and not very nice.

"By the gods!"

Old Zhang shakily placed the lantern on the ground, took out three incense sticks from his pocket, and lit them with the flame of the lantern.

"Hiss..."

Incense sticks are lit, and wisps of smoke rise upwards.

Old Zhang moved his body, his left leg was obviously a little stiff and sluggish. With each step, a fist-sized outline bulged out of his trouser leg, heavy and hard, making him frown. He broke out in a cold sweat after only a few steps.

"Hehehe..."

Finally reaching the altar, Old Zhang's legs gave way, and he could no longer support himself and knelt on the ground.

He held the incense sticks in both hands, raising them high above his head. His cloudy old eyes gazed up at the crooked clay head on the altar, and he said mournfully:

"Mountain God, this old man kowtows to you..."

His voice was hoarse as he spoke, kowtowing repeatedly: "Mountain God, I was just a poor boatman on the river outside the capital. I've always been honest and law-abiding, making a living off the water, and I've never done anything immoral..."

At this point, his voice choked with emotion. He looked up, hastily wiping his eyes with his sleeve. His gaze fell back to his left leg, and he said sorrowfully:

"I don't know if I offended some water god, or committed some sin in my past life... but a few days ago, this weird thing inexplicably grew on my leg!"

As he spoke, he reached up and lifted his trouser leg, revealing a large, protruding tumor. When he touched it, it was as hard as a stone and faintly hot.

Old Zhang stared at the large tumor and said sadly:

"At first, the old man thought it was just a boil that could be squeezed out, but he didn't expect it to grow bigger and bigger, as hard as a rock. It gnawed at him at night, causing him heartache and keeping him awake all night long."

"We've spent all our savings on medicine and soup, but there's still no improvement. I'm afraid we'll just have to wait to die."

"This old man isn't afraid of death, but I have an old wife at home who is blind and has difficulty seeing, and a mentally challenged child. If I'm gone... how will they live?"

When he got emotional, tears streamed down Old Zhang's face, mingling with the deep wrinkles on his skin.

He bent down again and thumped his head three times, making the stone slabs creak slightly.

"Mountain God, please have mercy and save this wretched old man's life! Please cure this malignant tumor on my leg!"

...

"Malignant tumor?"

Jiang She hid behind the mountain god statue, his divine sense quietly spreading out, carefully imprinting the large tumor on Old Zhang's leg into his mind.

After reading it, he frowned slightly and thought to himself:

"This thing is deeply rooted, entrenched in the flesh and blood. Its surface is dark red and faintly hot, quite different from ordinary boils and abscesses. I don't know if the 'Great Use of Heaven and Earth' can save it. Right now, I only have three strands of magic power. If I rashly use it, I will waste my magic power and it will be of no benefit to me. Wouldn't that be a waste?"

Having considered this, the slight pity that arose in Jiang She's heart from hearing about the tragic experience was immediately replaced by a deeper level of weighing and calmness.

He held his breath, minimizing his presence, like a cold stone in a temple, blending into the surrounding night without making a sound.

Old Zhang poured out his sorrow and faint hope before the clay statue.

However, no matter how much he kowtowed and wept, the crooked mountain god statue remained silent and showed no divine signs.

The faint flame that had been kindled in his heart by the rumors finally faded away in the dead silence, along with the burning incense sticks.

"Mountain God...you...you really won't save this old man?"

His lips moved, uttering a barely audible whisper, and the last light in his eyes went out.

for a long time....

With trembling hands supporting him on the ground, and dragging his heavy, ailing leg, Old Zhang slowly and laboriously stood up.

With his eyes lowered and a last glimmer of hope in them, he glanced at the clay statue on the altar, then walked away, turning back every few steps.

"They're finally gone."

After waiting for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Jiang She finally emerged from behind the stage.

He walked to the wall where Madam Xu had knocked, tapped it lightly, found a muffled sound, then stretched out his finger, used some magic power, aimed at the crack in the brick, and poked it hard!

"Sizzle—!"

With a soft sound, the gold brick was revealed, its light cascading like mercury onto the ground, instantly illuminating a corner of the dilapidated temple.

far away.

On a mountain path about a hundred paces away from the mountain god temple, an old woodcutter carrying a load of firewood on his shoulder and walking slowly turned around to look back at the way he came. Unexpectedly, his old eyes were dim and he stumbled upon a golden light shining from the dark and dilapidated temple!

"Whoa!"

The old woodcutter suddenly stopped, and the load of firewood on his shoulder swayed. His eyes widened, initially thinking he was seeing things, but after rubbing them, he saw that the golden light was still shining in the temple, only dimming after a long while.

"There really was golden light emanating from that temple at night!"

"It's not fake! It's not fake!"

The old woodcutter muttered to himself, momentarily forgetting to move, staring blankly at the temple, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

He kicked haphazardly, but accidentally startled a snake!

The snake, grayish-brown in color and blending seamlessly with its surroundings, sprang up like lightning when startled, biting the old woodcutter's right calf hard and swiftly before disappearing into the deep grass.

Immediately afterwards...

A sharp, burning pain suddenly exploded in my right calf!

The pain came suddenly and fiercely, causing the old woodcutter to cry out in pain, cold sweat instantly pouring down his forehead.

He lifted his trouser leg, and in the dim moonlight, he could see two clear teeth marks deeply imprinted on his calf. The surrounding skin was red, swollen, and hard, and the marks were spreading rapidly upwards, burning hot to the touch.

A tingling numbness spread from the wound, coursing along the veins in my leg throughout my body.

"Ouch!"

"How did I get bitten by a five-step snake!"

The old woodcutter collapsed to the ground, too afraid to move.

The five-step snake, once bitten, will cause the victim to die after walking five steps due to the venom.

Just then, Jiang She took the gold brick and came down the mountain. He had only gone a hundred or so steps when his divine sense saw an old man slumped on the road ahead. The old man was clutching his calf, with a bundle of firewood lying beside him, and his face was ashen with pain. So, he kindly went up to him and asked:

"Old man, what's wrong with you?"

"Ouch, I was bitten by a poisonous snake just now."

"A poisonous snake?"

Jiang She was slightly taken aback, but he didn't say anything. He just squatted down and placed his hand on the other man's pulse.

"Whoosh—"

The magic flowed from his fingertips into the old woodcutter's pulse, and in the blink of an eye, it removed the snake venom from his body.

Not long after, Jiang She's forehead was slightly sweaty.

He glanced at the panel:

"Mana: 4↑"

really!

The person who was poisoned was saved by the "Great Use of Heaven and Earth". After consuming this life-threatening food, his magical power... will increase!