Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Lin Yi gazed into the distance at the direction in which the Moon Wolf Demon and his male and female corpse demon guardians fled in panic, and sighed softly in his heart.

I don't know when it started, but he became more and more picky.

When he first became the King of the Underworld, he wished he could recruit every demon and monster with any ability he encountered into his own ranks.

At that time, his underworld team was newly established and lacked talent; he would hire anyone who could be used.

Now, he's too lazy to even chase after an old demon like the Moon Wolf, who has hundreds of years of cultivation.

But that's normal.

Since he obtained innate divine status, the value of his lineage as a ghost and god has become incomparable.

Other ghosts and gods in the underworld are only blessed by talismans; their essence remains largely unchanged. Once they lose their talismans, they will be directly reduced to their original forms.

Zhong Kui has reached the rank of judge, holding a high position and wielding great power. However, a single decree from the judge of the underworld can strip him of his power to use magic in the mortal realm.

The ghosts and spirits under Lin Yi's command are completely different.

The divine nature will change their essence, transforming them from the inside out into the physique of a god of the underworld, rather than simply a divine form blessed by a talisman.

Even if they are stripped of their divine office, lose their divine status, and lose all the exclusive abilities of their divine office in the future, their constitution as a member of the Underworld God race will not change.

They still possess the long lifespan of the gods and power far exceeding that of ordinary ghosts. Unless they commit a grave mistake and are cast into reincarnation, they will forever remain members of the gods.

In fact, the first drop of divine blood had already been born in the bodies of Shoubo and the others.

That drop of divine blood was still very faint, like a newly sprouted seed, but its very existence explained everything.

In the near future, the ghosts and gods of the Underworld will become a brand new race in this world—the Underworld Gods.

Lin Yi, the leader of the ghosts and gods, possessed an additional element of netherworld divinity within his zombie bloodline.

His originally ominous power attribute was transformed into a chaotic neutrality under the neutralization of divinity—neither righteous nor evil, neither alive nor dead.

Therefore, the current situation is that every divine position he holds is extremely precious, a ticket to truly transcend the level of life.

Once given away, it permanently creates a god-like being.

He no longer considers anyone who isn't exceptionally talented for those important divine positions.

Mao Xiaofang and Yang Feiyun are both outstanding talents. One is a grandmaster, and the other is a person who has accumulated knowledge and experience before making a breakthrough. They each have their own uses.

As for others such as Gao Lusi, the Moon Wolf Demon, and the Five Generations of Extraordinary People Zhong Bang, Lin Yi didn't take them seriously at all.

Just as he was secretly plotting, a ghostly figure emerged from the ground and knelt respectfully at his feet:

"Your Majesty, Madonna has left the Hong Kong Taoist Temple. Judging from the direction she's heading, she's going to Kowloon."

Lin Yi smiled slightly.

Madana finally left, and he waved his hand, saying, "You can go now. You don't need to keep an eye on the Hong Kong Taoist Temple anymore."

Now that Madana has left, he can go and meet Mao Xiaofang.

"Yes." The imp respectfully withdrew, turning into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing back into the ground.

Lin Yi's figure disappeared from the church spire and appeared in front of the Xiangdao Taoist Temple the next second.

Located in the old street of the South District, the Xiangdao Taoist Temple occupies a small area, but it exudes a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Lin Yi didn't rush in, but stood in front of the door and carefully looked around.

Above the entrance to the Taoist temple hangs a black plaque with gold lettering that reads "Xiangdao Taoist Temple." The calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, subtly conveying a sense of righteousness.

The couplets on both sides of the door are made of the finest peach wood, with talismans for warding off evil spirits written on them in cinnabar. Every stroke and line is in harmony with the secrets of heaven.

Several bronze mirrors are embedded at the corner of the courtyard wall. The angle of the bronze mirrors is very particular, so that they can reflect all the evil energy from all directions without accidentally harming the wandering ghosts.

Even the height of the threshold, the orientation of the door hinges, and the width of the two stone steps in front of the door all subtly correspond to the numbers in Qimen Dunjia.

The feng shui layout and the incantations are all at the level of a grandmaster.

Lin Yi's expertise in feng shui was already among the best in the world, but seeing the layout arranged by Mao Xiaofang, he had to nod in approval.

His skill in talismans even surpassed that of Maoshan Jian.

Mao Shanjian was born into the Celestial Master's Mansion and was skilled in talisman techniques, but compared to Mao Xiaofang, he still lacked a certain level of understanding of the "Dao".

Mao Xiaofang truly deserves to be called the greatest master of the Heavenly Dao Sect in this generation; those who bear the title of Heavenly Master are indeed extraordinary.

The doors of the Taoist temple were wide open, and a young man was fixing his hair in front of a small mirror.

The young man was in his early twenties, wearing a coarse cloth short jacket; he was A Fan, Mao Xiaofang's apprentice.

At this moment, A-Fan, who had put down the mirror, saw Lin Yi. His gaze lingered for a couple of seconds on Lin Yi's well-tailored suit and the expensive watch on his wrist, and a fawning smile immediately spread across his face.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'm looking for Master Mao Xiaofang." Lin Yi nodded slightly to A Fan, her tone gentle.

"Please come in, sir. Your master is inside."

A-Fan gestured for Lin Yi to enter, leading her into the main hall of the Taoist temple. He then called out to the inner room, "Master, someone is looking for you."

He quickly wiped the chair, invited Lin Yi to sit down, and then busied himself pouring tea.

Business at Xiangdao Taoist Temple has been slow lately, and Afan hasn't had any spare money to buy a gift for Ajin from the Seven Sisters Taoist Temple next door for several days.

Lin Yi's attire clearly indicates that she is a wealthy client. Whether she comes to consult a master about feng shui or to perform rituals, she will certainly not be stingy with her money, so we must treat her well.

After pouring the tea, A-Fan stood to the side with a fawning smile on his face.

Lin Yi picked up her teacup and took a sip.

The tea was ordinary scented tea, brewed a little too strong, and slightly bitter.

He put down his teacup and calmly began to examine the interior furnishings of the Taoist temple.

In the main hall, a statue of the Celestial Master is enshrined, and wisps of smoke rise from the incense burner, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood in the air.

The walls on both sides of the hall were covered with talismans, including talismans for exorcising evil spirits, talismans for protecting the house, talismans for warding off evil, and some special talismans that Lin Yi had never seen before.

Each one is brimming with spiritual energy, clearly the work of Mao Xiaofang, rather than the mass-produced items made to appease worshippers.

Just then, Mao Xiaofang came out from the inner room.

He looked to be in his late thirties, wearing a blue short-sleeved jacket, and had a thin face.

His face bore a striking resemblance to Uncle Nine and Chung Kau; if they stood together, people would definitely mistake them for three brothers.

However, Mao Xiaofang's temperament is more generous and gentle, and the demeanor of a grandmaster is evident between his brows.

In the contemporary Maoshan School, only Shi Jian can compare to him, but Shi Jian's sharpness is too great, unlike Mao Xiaofang's smooth and unhindered style.

When Lin Yi first watched "Zombie Master", she was quite angry at him for forgiving Zeng Cheng's traitorous behavior.

But it cannot be denied that this is where his personal charm lies; apart from Yang Feiyun, almost everyone in the drama was captivated by him.

Although Lin Yi could never become that kind of person, she was very willing to be close to such a person because you would never have to worry about him plotting against you behind your back.

Almost instantly, Lin Yi had an idea of ​​what position to give him.

Lin Yi remained seated in her chair without getting up.

Mao Xiaofang walked out of the inner room, his gaze sweeping across the living room, and saw Lin Yi sitting in a chair. He paused slightly.

Huh?

Mao Xiaofang's heart skipped a beat without warning.

After becoming friends with Yang Feiyun, he occasionally studied physiognomy for a few days. Although he was not an expert, he still had a basic understanding of it.

He could tell at a glance that Lin Yi had an extraordinary appearance.

With the Five Sacred Mountains bowing in reverence, the Earthly Branch supporting the Heavenly Stem, the spirit hidden yet radiant within, it was exactly the classic face he had seen in physiognomy books—the face of an emperor.

Moreover, Lin Yi showed no aura whatsoever, and when he was in the inner room, he didn't sense anyone in the main hall at all.

What does this mean? It means that the person's cultivation level far exceeds his perception range, and they are definitely not at the level of an ordinary mortal.

"Master Mao, hello. I am Lin Yi."

Before Mao Xiaofang could even speak, a sudden roar filled his mind.

Lin Yi? Lin Yi!

He suddenly remembered something his master, who worked in the underworld of Fengdu, had told him in a dream before he left the port—

A new King of the Underworld has been appointed, named Lin Yi, who is about to take over the reincarnation affairs of Hong Kong Island.

My master repeatedly warned me that this Hades was different from the other Hades.

He was a regional lord personally appointed by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, holding an independent organization of ghosts and gods.

Tell Mao Xiaofang to be very careful when she's active on Hong Kong Island; if she can get in touch with him, it would be an incredible stroke of luck.

The face of an emperor... Lin Yi... couldn't sense it... no doubt about it.

The young man before me must be the new King of the Underworld, Lin Yi, the supreme ruler of the underworld who is about to become the reincarnation master of Hong Kong Island.

Lin Yi held her teacup, amused as she watched Mao Xiaofang's expression change rapidly, like a revolving lantern.

"So, you know who I am?" Lin Yi put down her teacup and asked with a half-smile.

Mao Xiaofang knew immediately that he was right.

He took a deep breath, lifted the hem of his Taoist robe, and solemnly knelt down, forming a standard Taoist salute with his hands, his forehead touching the ground, his voice steady and respectful:

"Mao Xiaofang, the nineteenth generation successor of the Heavenly Dao Sect, pays his respects to Your Majesty."