Then, another pair of old men appeared in the fire.
He bowed slightly in Chu Yue's direction, then turned around and disappeared into the fire.?
Just like that, under Chu Wenhong's bewildered gaze.
One by one, the deceased villagers of South Qiu Village appeared in the golden firelight.
He bowed and left.
They were all expressing their gratitude.
This flame was not an ordinary flame, but a fire of virtue.
It could purify all the filth in their bodies.
Since these souls had long been connected to the pagoda tree, they could no longer enter the underworld.
Therefore, it was purified by the fire of virtue and then completely dissipated in the world.
To them, this was already the best ending.
At the very least, he could regain his rationality at the last moment.
He no longer had to endure the endless pain.
The golden flames burned fiercely, and even the entire locust tree was ignited by the flames.
The trunk seemed to have lost all its moisture.
As soon as it came into contact with the fire, it burned fiercely.
Bursts of black smoke spread out from the flames, carrying a pungent smell.
The father and daughter of the Chu family quickly retreated to avoid the smell.
This was the accumulated ghost qi and resentment.
Previously, the He family's three brothers had planned to use the aura inside the locust tree.
Following the incense smoke, he restrained the City God.
Now, they had all disappeared in the flames of virtue.
The villagers appeared one after another.
Some were familiar, some were unfamiliar.
However, without exception, they all looked at Chu Yue with gratitude.
Chu Yue stood rooted to the ground, her body stiff.
After all, she had never experienced such a scene before.
It was both strange and heartwarming.
Although she understood.
These villagers 'ghosts weren't actually worshipping her.
He waited for a long time.
Finally, the figures of two old men appeared in the flames.
" Grandpa, Grandma," Chu Yue couldn't help but call out.
Chu Wenhong also had a complicated expression.
Song Zizhen and Du Xuemei appeared in the fire.
However, the two of them were no longer as anxious as before.
There was only serenity left on his old face, and there was also a hint of reluctance.
Song Zizhen looked at the father and daughter in the distance. She opened her mouth and seemed to say something.
Although there was no sound.
However, Chu Yue understood what they meant by reading their mouths.
"Live well, don't worry."
After saying that, the old couple bowed to the Shing Wong accessory.
Then, he turned around and disappeared into the golden flames.
He turned into a wisp of green smoke and floated into the world.
"Sigh!"
Seeing the two old men disappear, Chu Wenhong couldn't help but sigh.
"I don't know how to explain this to your mother when we return to Jinling."”
"Just tell the truth."
Chu Yue's tone was a little emotional.""Grandpa, Grandma, when you left, you were very peaceful and did not feel any pain.”
"To them, they are probably content.”
"Moreover, before they left, they told us not to worry about them.”
"I think that the greatest wish of the two elders is for us three to live a good and happy life.”
After Chu Wenhong heard this, he couldn't help but nod repeatedly.
"Alright."
"I have to let their daughter know about the two elders 'matters," he said softly.”
Pa--
At this moment, an explosion suddenly sounded.
The flames jumped.
The large locust tree suddenly split into two halves from the middle.
A small corpse appeared in the locust tree.
It looked exactly the same as the child's soul from before.
It also completely overlapped with the child's face on the pagoda tree.
In other words, they were originally one.
However, at this moment, the child's face no longer had any brutality or hunger.
Just like the villagers, they were filled with peace.
In the fire, it gradually turned into ashes.
Chu Yue seemed to hear a clear voice in her ear.""Thank you, sister."
Just like that.
The source of all the strangeness in South Qiu Village.
They were all gradually dissipating in this golden fire of virtue.
Of course, compared to the comfort of the souls of the dead in South Qiu Village, the rest of the villagers were not as happy.
In the wilderness, the He family's three brothers 'hearts had completely sunk into an ice cellar.
The moment they saw the Yama King Seal, the three of them gave up on controlling the locust tree.
Of course, the three auras that had already been sent over could not be retrieved.
Therefore, the three brothers only had one thought.
He didn't care about the three auras.
They only wanted to leave this land as soon as possible and head to the outer region. Perhaps they could still have a chance of survival.
Unfortunately, their movements were still too slow.
Indeed, he was originally only at [A] class.
Relying on the secret techniques passed down by Mister Yin Yang, he might be able to scheme against the peak of S-class.
Just as the three brothers were packing up their belongings.
He planned to return to the city first, then book a ticket to fly to the border and think of a way to leave.
A cold wind suddenly blew around them.
"Be careful!"
He Wen Bo, who had the highest cultivation, had already sensed something and hurriedly said,"There's something wrong with this gust of wind!"
The two brothers hurriedly formed hand seals, planning to make preparations.
However, before they could finish their handprints.
Dozens of meters away.
Two figures gradually appeared.
One was black and the other was white. They were both wearing long robes and tall hats. They had chains in their left hands and mourning sticks in their right.
The black shadow did not smile, his eyes were fierce, and the words 'world is at peace' were written on his tall hat.
The white shadow had a smile on his face, and his expression was indifferent. On his tall hat were the words 'One Sight Makes Rich'.
"Black and White Ghosts!"
He Wenfu exclaimed.
As the inheritors of the legacy, they were naturally familiar with the gods of the underworld.
"Let's go!"
He Wenbo roared and threw out a special talisman. The three brothers ran towards the city with all their might.
These talismans were written in Burial Earth characters.
Even the most ordinary words in the Burial Earth.
If placed in the ordinary world, it would carry a special strange power.
However, such a small amount of things was not enough for the Black and White Ghosts, who had already reached the peak of the general level.
It was really not enough.
The two Wuchangs didn't even bother with these talismans.
The talisman had just approached them about ten meters, and it had not even touched their clothes.
Then, it started burning automatically.
In an instant, they turned into ashes and scattered with the wind.
Three chains shot out from Black Impermanence's palm.
With lightning speed, it wrapped around the necks of the three brothers.
He Wenfu and He Wencai fell to the ground.
Two transparent souls were dragged out. They looked confused and slowly walked behind Black Impermanence.
He Wenbo was still a little better.
However, it only lasted for less than a second before it fell down and its soul was pulled out.
Just like that.
The three Mr. Yin Yang who had previously been able to call the wind and summon the rain and dreamed of becoming a river god.
At this moment, they had all turned into souls and were being held by Black Impermanence.
"Go back and report."
White Impermanence checked the surroundings and after making sure that he didn't miss anything, he said to Black Impermanence,""Looks like they don't have any accomplices."
"We can go back and report to the judge directly.”
Black Impermanence didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly in agreement.
Just like that, the two Wuchangs disappeared under the sunlight.
A breeze blew.
The items and talismans on the altar were blown into the sky.
However, before these things landed on the ground...
One by one, they turned into balls of fire in the air and burned to ashes.
Not long after.
The items left behind by the three Mr. Yin Yang were all cleared.
There was only a pile of ashes left on the spot, which was blown away by the breeze.
South Hill Village.
He watched as all the disasters were burned to ashes by the fire of virtue.
The father and daughter of the Chu family finally heaved a sigh of relief.
The surrounding fog had already retreated to an extremely thin level.
It looked like it would take at most another ten minutes.
They would be able to leave the village safely.
The entire village was in ruins. Only the ancestral hall was barely preserved.
This was where the ancestral tablets of South Qiu Village were placed.
Usually, if there were any sacrificial activities in the village, they would also be held in the ancestral hall.
Now, the ancestral hall was filled with the smell of decay.
Dust and spider webs were everywhere.
Chu Wenhong searched around and finally found the tablets of Song Zizhen and Du Xuemei.
This kind of memorial tablet was called the Life Temple Tablet.
In some mountain villages, old people who did not have children would make this thing.
He was just afraid that if he suddenly died one day, no one would even help him make a memorial tablet.
Song Zizhen and the other two elders were not young.
They lived in this remote South Hill Village.
Therefore, they naturally prepared their own memorial tablets.
In the end, not long after the memorial tablet was completed.
A fire broke out in South Qiu Village.
All the villagers died in the fire, and no one escaped.
Chu Wenhong took off his coat and carefully wrapped the two memorial tablets before carrying them on his back.
The old man didn't manage to take her away alive.
The ashes had been melted into the pile of ashes, and it was impossible to find them.
Fortunately, there were still two memorial tablets.
Otherwise, Chu Wenhong really did not know how to explain this to Chu Yue's mother.
Now that he had these two things, at least he had something to think about.
Chu Yue, on the other hand, made a discovery in a hidden corner of the ancestral hall.
She was dragging a box in her hand.
The box seemed to be made of stone and was rectangular in shape.
The length and width were about thirty centimeters and ten centimeters respectively.
There were a few layers of iron and wood on the outside of the box. It seemed that the things inside were definitely very precious.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so well preserved.
The lock on it had long been broken by the corrosion of time.
Chu Yue gently pulled the lock off.
The box opened.
There were two books neatly placed inside.
The book was a thread-bound book from ancient times.
On the title page, there were a few words written from top to bottom in small traditional script.
"He's Yin and Yang."
At the bottom of the book, there were three small words: "Hell Scroll."
The other book below had the same title.
However, the small words on the signature were different."Netherworld Scroll."
Chu Yue and Chu Wenhong were both confused.
However, if someone who knew the industry was here, they would understand.
The He family's ancestor, Master Yin Yang, left two paths for his descendants.
One was the righteous path, which was to accumulate merit and become a god in the underworld.
However, this path was rugged and arduous. It tested a person's moral character, temperament, and opportunities.
The second path was to the Burial Earth.
This was a fast entry point, and it was powerful. Moreover, it seemed that his future was not worse than that of the Netherworld God Deification.
Moreover, it did not have any requirements for one's character. It even advocated selfishness and would do anything to achieve its goals.
It was obvious.
The three He brothers all chose the second option!
However, those who had never been to the Burial Earth.
They could not imagine the darkness and cruelty of the Burial Earth.
It was not a Netherworld that could be compared to Hell.
Instead, it was a real hell where the strong preyed on the weak and ghosts were everywhere!
Before Chu Yue could open it out of curiosity…
Bang!
The two books suddenly started to burn.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard, Chu Yue screamed in fear.
His hand trembled and the box fell to the ground.
The two books were completely surrounded by flames. Even the stone box was burning.
Not long after.
The book and the box had all turned into ashes.
The He family's Yin-Yang inheritance was cut off.
Of course, it was useless even if he didn't stop.
This was because the last bloodline of the He family was now in the underworld.
Ten minutes passed quickly.
Chu Wenhong glanced outside.
The fog had completely dissipated.
Under the sunlight, the surrounding mountains appeared to be a vibrant green.
It looked like a stretch of green mountains and clear waters, without the slightest trace of evil or resentment.
"Let's go."
"I'm going home," Chu Wenhong said.
He didn't want to stay in this damn place any longer.
Chu Yue was not any better.
Hearing his father's words, he hurriedly turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall.
When they arrived, they had climbed the mountain for an entire day.
It only took half a day to return.
It was not just because he was eager to return home.
It was also because the two of them had left their bags in the village.
But now, he was standing at the top of the mountain.
He looked down at the village that had long been charred.
Neither of them wanted to go back and get it.
He decided to go down the mountain in one go.
The driver had indeed set up a tent at the foot of the mountain.
At this moment, he was flipping through the newspaper in boredom.
When he saw the boss return, he quickly went over to welcome him."Boss!"
"This morning, I seemed to hear a lot of movement in the mountains. I was worried about you!”
"By the way, where are the two elders?"
The chauffeur had followed Chu Wenhong for many years.
Naturally, he knew about the Chu Clan.
He understood that Chu Wenhong had come this time to bring back his parents-in-law.
But facing this problem, Chu Wenhong obviously didn't want to talk about it anymore.
He shook his head tiredly and got into the SUV. Let's go back to Jinling."
Chu Yue looked down as well. She sat down beside her father.
Seeing this scene, the chauffeur tactfully did not ask any more questions.
After packing up his things, he sat in the driver's seat and started the car.
Accompanied by the humming of the engine.
The off-road vehicle gradually drove away on the rugged road.
Chu Wenhong suddenly turned his head and stared at the small mountain that was getting further and further away from him.
His gaze seemed to penetrate the small mountain and see the withered and charred village.
This day and night of experience was probably something he would never forget in his life!
At the same time, in the underworld.
In the Judge Hall.
The Black and White Ghosts stood at the side.
The souls of the three He brothers knelt in the hall in a muddleheaded state.
Su Hen did not look at them.
Instead, he was observing the huge seal in his hand.
The seal was aqua blue in color and looked like it was made of some kind of crystal clear gemstone.
The bottom of the seal was engraved with the words of the ancient underworld.
" Jinling River God Xiao."
As expected, the local chronicles were correct.
This River God of Jinling was Xiao Pingyuan during the reign of Emperor Gaozong of Tang Dynasty.
Unfortunately.
Su Hen sensed it.
There was indeed only the last bit of River God's Qi left in the seal.
Moreover, even this wisp of aura was constantly dissipating.
If he just left it there and ignored it.
In another twenty to thirty years at most, the River God's aura in the seal would completely dissipate.
The seal would also lose all of its divine power and become an ordinary gem.
It seemed that this River God Xiao had indeed fallen.
If the ghost energy hadn't recovered, this world would still be the world of ordinary people.
In a few hundred years, the River God Seal might be discovered by archaeologists.
Then, it was treated as an ordinary ancient cultural relic and placed in a museum for people to visit.
They even created all kinds of myths for it.
To be honest, Su Hen was a little disappointed.
He had thought that the River God Seal would still contain some vague consciousness of the River God.
He could use this consciousness to obtain some information about the ancient underworld.
This was also why Su Hen had placed so much importance on these few Mister Yin Yang.
The reason why he would even send out his clone to fight with them.
The main purpose was not to punish these ants.
It was the Square River Divine Seal.
Unfortunately, there was only an aura that was about to dissipate inside the seal.
After observing for a while.
Su Hen threw the seal to the side.
Since the River God of Jinling was dead, and he had the Yama Seal, he had the power to confer titles to the River God and Mountain God at any time.
If the opportunity was right in the future, he would find someone and confer him the title of River God again.
He no longer cared about the River God Seal.
Su Hen's gaze once again landed on the three He brothers.
He walked down from behind the table and stood in front of He Wenfu, raising his index finger.
She gently tapped his forehead.
Soul Searching Technique, activate!
In an instant, a large amount of memories surged into his mind.
Su Hen, on the other hand, skillfully cleared out all the unnecessary memories.
As for the valuable items, he would check them out as if he was watching a movie.
As expected.
The answers to some questions could be easily explained by soul searching techniques.
Soon, He Wenfu's soul completely dissipated.
There was nothing inappropriate about this.
The sins of these three brothers were not any less than the previous person who borrowed the knife, Zhang Xizhi.
Therefore, even if they didn't scatter their souls.
The only ending was to be thrown into hell and suffer.
He Wenfu's soul had already scattered.
However, Su Hen did not stop. He walked in front of He Wencai and continued to use the Soul Searching Art.
After all, no one could say for sure if the three brothers were hiding anything from each other.
In the secular world, for a little bit of money, blood brothers could turn against each other.
Not to mention this God Sealing Great Dao.
These three brothers were not good people.
He Wencai's soul quickly dissipated.
The information that Su Hen obtained was also quite similar.
Soon, he began to search He Wen Bo's soul.
As expected.
Among the three of them, He Wenbo had the highest cultivation, the deepest foundation, and the oldest.
The memories in his mind were also the most valuable.
These Yin techniques were all passed down from their ancestors.
Back then, when the Nether World and the Burial Earth were still at war.
Endless ghostly qi filled the human world, and it was even denser than now.
Therefore, many mortals possessed various powers under the corrosion of the Ghost Qi.
As for the Inferno, in order to prevent human society from falling into chaos because of these forces, they had to be careful.
He thought of a way to cooperate with the ancient emperors.
Granting the emperor a portion of the power of the underworld.
It allowed the emperor of the human world to have the power to control these special talents.
The emperor's edict contained a portion of the laws of the underworld.
That was why the ancient emperors could confer titles to gods such as mountain gods and city gods.
But in the end, this was an unequal cooperation.
After all, compared to the entire Inferno.
The power of a dynasty in the human world was really insignificant.
Therefore, this power was not a gift, but a bestowal.
Therefore, the ancient emperors would hold sacrificial activities when they ascended the throne.
The so-called sacrifice was to sacrifice to the underworld.
He would convey the news that he was about to ascend the throne and become the new emperor to the Netherworld.
Only with the approval of the Netherworld could the emperor officially ascend the throne.
Furthermore, Yama would bestow the new emperor with power.
However, over the course of thousands of years, among the hundreds of emperors.
There was one emperor who was special.
His strength had even surpassed Yama.
It was personally conferred by Son of Heaven Yin.
First Emperor, Ying Zheng!
However, this information was only recorded in the ancestral books of these Yinxing aristocratic families.
So, what was the reason behind it?
What exactly happened in the Pre-Qin Era?
What was so special about this Emperor Ying Zheng?
As a mortal, he could control power that surpassed the Yama of the Netherworld.
None of this was known.
The He family's Yin and Yang spells originated from the end of the Tang Dynasty and flourished during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period.
In the early years of the Song Dynasty, it began to gradually decline.
Now, thousands of years had passed.
The He family's Yin-Yang spells were already less than 10% intact.
For example, the He family's Yin-Yang ginseng contract.
According to the records in his ancestral home.
The complete Deed of Thorough Comprehension was divided into two parts, the Nether World and the Netherworld.
Each volume had nine volumes, also known as the Nine Classics of the He Family.
In total, there were a total of eighteen books.
However, time passed.
All sixteen scrolls were lost or destroyed.
There were only two volumes left.
One for the Netherworld and one for the Underworld.
After all, if the complete Yin-Yang Deed of Thorough Comprehension was cultivated to the extreme, it could reach the peak of the general level.
Those who could go directly to the Burial Earth.
As for the eldest son of the He family, Uncle He Wen.
He had already learned all of the Netherworld Codex, but he had only reached the peak of A-class.
Even the soldier level was far from it.
After sorting out all the information.
Su Hen finally turned his gaze towards South Qiu Village.
Why was that Ghost Locust Tree so powerful?
After his incarnation destroyed the locust tree, Su Hen finally understood.
That was because there was a Netherworld hidden inside the Ghost Locust Tree.
Of course, it couldn't compare to the large Netherworld in Ningyang City.
The Nether World that had been fused with the Ghost Locust Tree was only the size of a village.
In addition to Mister Yin Yang's sacrificial refinement, as well as the uniqueness of the village.
Only then would they become ghosts at the peak of the soldier level.
Moreover, it was constantly evolving towards the general level.
Qiunan Village had a long history.
It could be traced back to the end of the Ming Dynasty.
In order to avoid the chaos of war, a group of commoners hid in this village surrounded by mountains.
After that, they settled down and established South Qiu Village.
In the end, 90 years ago, something happened.
A group of bandits who were wandering around had discovered this village.
That night, the fire burned and corpses were everywhere.
Almost all the villagers were killed.
The women were snatched away by the bandits.
The environment here was not bad, and the situation outside was getting worse.
Therefore, the bandits decided to stay in the village.
The original village chief and chief of South Hill Village.
Killed by bandits.
His wife naturally belonged to the bandit king.
Qian Fan was the son of the bandit king!
Since he was young, his mother had told him about the past and the blood feud.
In addition, when he was young, he often saw his father beating his mother.
Therefore, a seed of hatred was buried deep in Qian Fan's heart.
To him.
The entire village was his enemy.
They were all the descendants of the bandits!
Unfortunately, he was just an ordinary person. He did not have any ability to face an entire village at the same time.
Thus, Qian Fan could only hide these few years.
In the end, they endured until the old mountain bandits all died.
As the son of the bandit king, he naturally became the next village chief and sect master.
Unfortunately.
Decades passed.
He had only heard his mother talk about it, but he had never experienced it himself.
It was gradually diluted.
Even Qian Fan himself was married and had a child.
Another few decades passed.
Although his children and wife had passed away for various reasons.
However, he had left behind a grandson.
Therefore, Qian Fan placed all his hopes on his grandson.
Moreover, the people in the village were no longer the bandits from back then.
Over the past seventy to eighty years, the villagers had already formed some kind of bond with each other. If any family encountered any problems, they would help as much as they could.
It was very human.
The hatred from back then was naturally put aside by Qian Fan.
Thus, he became the old man that Chu Wenhong had seen more than ten years ago.
He was kind to others, had a quiet personality, and acted as the peacemaker in the village.
His prestige and benevolence were extremely high.
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