Chapter 480: Chapter 321 Fair or Not?_2
Bang!
Zhao Sheng walked out, casually locking the door behind him as he strode away.
When he reached a secluded corner where no one was in sight, he looked around and then quietly bit his finger, squeezing a drop of fresh blood onto the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the wound on his finger had healed.
Having done this, Zhao Sheng returned to the stone room as if nothing had happened and reported back to Brother Bao.
…
Late at night,
The Nether Night Star, as large as a silver basin, hung high in the sky like the moon, casting a cold and pale radiance down on the earth.
On Qingyang Mountain, the continuous buildings fell into silence, with only the main halls and other important places constantly lit by long-lasting lamps, illuminating the nearby darkness and dispelling the sinister shadows.
To the east of the Soul Comforting Temple lay a pretty sizable and exquisitely arranged courtyard complex.
In the very center of this complex, within a richly decorated small courtyard, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged on a comfortable bed, a serious expression on his face as he sank into deep thought.
Sanbao’s mory was rather sparse, with hardly any useful information.
This child had grown up in the Soul Comforting Temple and had rarely traveled far from ho.
He knew very little, not just about the Netherworld, but even about Flying Dragon City down the mountain.
The Great Gu Dynasty devoutly believed in the Heavenly Dao Sect; from the royal family to the common people, everyone was a fervent devotee, offering incense and money to the temples.
In the entirety of the nation’s thirty-eight provinces and one hundred and eight counties, everyone adhered to these beliefs, and within this territory, nurous temples abounded, with nas like the Ten Directions Forest and the Ten Thousand Descendants Temple.
The Heavenly Dao Sect appointed divine spirits for heavens, and its temples transcended the mundane world, their status and power far exceeding the local governnt and clans.
The Soul Comforting Temple was one of the region-level divine temples directly under the Heavenly Dao Sect, with one Foundation Establishnt Realm temple sacrifice and at least fifty to sixty Qi Refining Realm Daoists, including Zhao Sheng, although he was only at the Qi Refining First Level.
Although he had only woken up for a day, Zhao Sheng had already discovered many secrets of the Soul Comforting Temple.
Bao Chen was an ambitious man with a heart that saw no others as equals, unfortunately, his Spirit Root talent was not high, being only Four Spirit Roots.
Thus, having barely advanced to the Foundation Establishnt, he soon faced the deadly crisis of impending demise.
This was the second significant secret Zhao Sheng had discovered.
On the day of his reincarnation, Zhao Sheng had noticed that every cultivator he t was cultivating the “Blood Soul Scripture.”
This surprised him.
Bao Chen’s disguise was too good; no one else in the temple had noticed his plight, but when Zhao Sheng first t him, he imdiately spotted Bao Chen’s hidden problem.
Don’t forget, Zhao Sheng had two lifetis of experience cultivating the Blood Soul Scripture, and with his Nascent Soul Level Eye Power, seeing through this guise was incredibly easy.
Recalling the nurous human experints Bao Chen had conducted over the recent years, Zhao Sheng’s thoughts shifted, and he instantly understood his various mad acts.
It must be said that Bao Chen was a daredevil who was clever but insanely arrogant.
Others might find it hard to understand his thods, but Zhao Sheng saw through his ultimate ideal at a glance.
Many Divinity Transformation True Monarchs had failed to achieve what he dared to challenge about the Tao and the Heavenly Principle, a re Foundation Establishnt dared to do so.
Having seen through everything, Zhao Sheng had to give his Master a thumbs up.
“However… adding this body of mine with super healing, his wish… maybe… maybe it has a slight chance of success,” Zhao Sheng muttered sheepishly, his body suddenly turning into nothingness, disappearing from the bed.
In the hidden cave at the back mountain, low moans echoed intermittently through the empty corridors.
At that mont, in a secluded, uninhabited corner of the cave, the darkness trembled slightly before a small, frail child stepped forth.
Zhao Sheng cocked his ear, listening for a while, then his figure flashed as he hurried into the stone room at the end of the corridor.
He skillfully walked past the blood-stained stone slab to a row of dicine cabinets on the west side of the stone room.
The dicine cabinet displayed row upon row of densely packed dicine cases containing thousands of types of Spiritual dicine.
Zhao Sheng observed for a while, then quickly stepped forward, pulling out dicine cases and tinkering them sneakily.
A mont later, the dicine cases were restored to their original state. His arms bulging, Zhao Sheng suddenly smiled slightly, and in the next instant, his form turned into nothingness and he vanished from the stone room.
When he reappeared, he was already on the bed.
In a sense, Phase Shifting could be regarded as a divine-level Talent.
Due to the dual restrictions of his own spiritual power and physical strength, the distance Zhao Sheng could cover with Phase Shifting was limited, not exceeding ten li.
But for so sneaky activities, it was more than enough.
Having returned to his room, Zhao Sheng did not imdiately go to sleep but instead took out various spiritual dicines he had stolen, prepared several kinds of dicinal and poisonous powders, and then went to sleep.
……
Three days later, after a ritual class, the group of Daoist children burst into a playful uproar.
At that mont, a rush of hurried footsteps approached from the doorway.
A man dressed in a white Daoist robe, with his hair tied up, rushed in from outside.
“Brother, the temple sacrifice master is summoning everyone to the Soul Comforting Hall!”
This sudden ssage left everyone puzzled, but since it was the temple sacrifice master who had spoken, they naturally complied.
Soon,
in the Soul Comforting Hall at the summit of Qingyang Mountain, all the Daoist children were assembled.
Zhao Sheng sharply noticed that apart from these children, so Temple Protection Martial Sect mbers and Fire Head Layn, not a single important person like the Scripture Master, Jiao Master, or Guest Master was present.
“Hmm, could it be Bao Chen is up to his tricks again?” Surrounded by his peers, Zhao Sheng speculated maliciously in his heart.
He loved a spectacle and was no stranger to it, as his own master was known for acting impulsively.
At that mont, a tall figure stepped out from the darkness, and all the Daoist children except Zhao Sheng instinctively bowed their heads in salute, “We greet the master!”
This was none other than the revered Bao Chen, the Sanctity of Soul Comforting Temple!
“Ahem~!” A cough tightened everyone’s body.
“Last night, a ssage ca from Flying Dragon City, saying that demonic ghosts have been causing trouble and many lives have been disturbed. I am deeply grieved!!”
Although he spoke of grief, his face remained utterly indifferent.
“This guy should have been a governnt official; what a wasted talent,” Zhao Sheng muttered to himself.
“As the largest temple in Hufeng County, it is the disciples’ duty to exterminate demons and restore peace to the world. Therefore…”
All the Daoist children held their breath, silently listening to Bao Chen’s heavy breathing.
“…therefore, I have decided to send you down the mountain to deal with the demonic disturbances. You may form groups voluntarily or summon mbers of the Temple Protection Martial Sect to accompany you. However you choose to proceed, you must return and report back within three days.
Those with notable achievents will be generously rewarded. Did you all understand?”
“We will obey your decree, master!” The crowd answered with unusual proficiency, as if they had practiced it many tis before.
After listening, mories flashed through Zhao Sheng’s mind, and in a mont, he understood the true nature of this order.
Exorcising demons was just a pretense, and the experience of going down the mountain was a sham, rely a an to collect more offerings and tributes.
In the Soul Comforting Temple, nearly a hundred Daoist children resided, with only seven officially registered, while the rest were from great households of Hufeng County.
The best outco for them, upon reaching adulthood, was to stay on at the Soul Comforting Temple as a Firework Monk.
The reason for this was obvious.
As a direct disciple of the temple sacrifice, Zhao Sheng was clearly destined to be one of the future pillars of support.
Therefore, no sooner had Bao Chen left than the area around Zhao Sheng was sward by Daoist children.
“Brother Bao, co down the mountain with . My family recently hired a royal chef, and his dishes are delicious.”
“Pah, step aside! Does Brother Bao need your simple als? My family just acquired a piece of precious jade, would you please co and have a look?”
“…Brother, my family has a pair of twin lotuses that are as delicately carved and adorable as could be. If you’re interested, perhaps you could co and see. If you like… take them!”
“My family is willing to offer ten vials of essence blood, provided that Brother Bao graces our estate with his presence.”
“And …”
Hearing the incessant chatter around him, Zhao Sheng’s face suddenly fell, and he coldly commanded, “Shut up!”
At this, everyone was shocked!
An unusual silence fell over the hall, and all eyes turned towards Zhao Sheng, so of them subtly revealing a hint of malice.
Zhao Sheng scanned the faces around him, taking in one after another ingratiating and slickly worldly visages.
But what was conspicuously absent… was any trace of childlike innocence.
Zhao Sheng sighed inwardly, then, putting on a triumphant expression, he loudly said, “Now, listen, let’s take turns! Those who didn’t get to go this ti, can simply go next ti. Don’t you all agree, isn’t that fair?”
“Fair!”
Instantly, all the Daoist children shouted cheerily.
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