Chapter 98: To Be Pretty, Be Filial (Part )

After watching Second Uncle go away, Qianhe looked at Ding Hai and said, "Brother, do we need to go over and take a look?"

Ding Hai glanced at him and said, "Do you want outsiders to see your family's excitement? Let's go back to the inn."

"But we haven't investigated the matter of the funeral procession yet." Qianzuru hesitated.

"It's up to you. You're an adult now, do whatever you want. I'm going back to the inn anyway."

Ding Hai is not interested in the love-hate relationship between Zhu Dachang and Ma Linxiang.

I got involved just to open Chizuru's eyes and broaden her horizons.

Today, he went deep into the Paradise and checked it thoroughly inside and out. After confirming that Second Uncle posed no threat to Chizuru, Ding Hai was no longer prepared to care about these trivial matters.

Now, he just wants to wait until the seventh day after the pig intestines are buried to see the true colors of those ghosts who sent his soul back to life.
Is it a real shady deal or a fake one?

As for the Paradise Spirit House, perhaps my second uncle’s Paradise Spirit House really has nothing to do with this magical technique.

While his second uncle was away, Ding Hai used his astronomical pupil to scan the Paradise and found nothing unusual.

The paper figures and paper stools are so realistic simply because the guys are so attentive and skilled at making them.

Seeing that Ding Hai was really leaving, Qian He couldn't help but feel a little unsure: "Brother, are you really not going to care?"

Ding Hai stopped, turned around and looked at Qianhe and taught him seriously: "Qianhe, the help I can give you is to give you enough trial and error costs?
Rather than being like a nanny, escorting you along the way, the eagle will one day spread its wings to fight the wind and waves. "

Qian He is not stupid, he just doesn't know how to deal with some things that happened for the first time, but he still heard Ding Hai's concern and support: "I remember, Brother."

"That's good. You have full control over the next few days. If you want to investigate, go ahead. If you think it's unnecessary, come back to the inn and find me." After saying this, Ding Hai turned around and continued walking towards the inn.

Qianhe stood there, watching Ding Hai's back gradually walking away. His heart gradually calmed down. Since he was interested in that funeral procession, he decided to investigate it.

Get to the bottom of it and put a perfect end to this matter.

Qianhe quickly walked out of the Paradise and headed towards the Ma family ancestral hall.

Ding Hai once again wandered to the Ma family snack stand, ordered a combination of roasted meats, and enjoyed his breakfast leisurely.

After feeling choked, he asked Xiaoyun, who knew nothing, for a bowl of herbal tea.

When he was about to leave, he casually revealed to Xiaoyun the news that Zhu Dachang might have been in trouble.

As for what would happen to Xiaoyun, who was horrified after hearing the news, Ding Hai didn't care.

After returning to the inn, he casually took out a silk copy of the Tao Te Ching and began to study it.

Lao Tzu is worthy of being the great man who founded the source of Taoist thought. Although the two Tao Te Chings do not involve specific theories of practice, if you really understand the all-encompassing theoretical knowledge contained in them, they are no worse than the Three Mountains and Yi Shu.

Ding Hai is now tired of reading Zhou Tian Quan Gua, so he will take out Tao Te Ching to refresh his mind.

When you get tired of reading the Tao Te Ching, you can take out the Zhoutian Quan Gua to change your mood.

Occasionally, Yue Qiluo would be pulled out for research.

When Yue Qiluo first fell into Ding Kai's hands, Ding Kai treated her like a dog chewing a hedgehog and basically had no idea where to start.

But after King Xian's dedication, and the various brainstorming sessions that emerged from his research with Zhang, Zuo, and Feng.

Ding Hai can now roughly grasp Yue Qiluo's pulse.

He had a premonition that after his second transformation in spirit, energy and soul, Old Yue would no longer have any secrets for him.

After understanding why her soul keeps going through the cycle of life and death, Ding Hai is confident that with the help of some external objects, he can extend his master's life for another sixty years, breaking the tradition of the spiritual world and allowing him to live the normal lifespan of a Yin God.

Even he himself will benefit greatly from it.

In this way, Ding Hai devoted himself to practicing in the inn.

Occasionally, while eating, I would listen to Chizuru chattering about what happened in the past few days.

Ma Linxiang's unjust death was covered up.

In order not to affect the reputation of the clan, the heads of the Zhu and Ma families did not disclose the fact that he was planning to collude with outsiders to steal their ancestral tombs.

The traces of the funeral procession killed by "Zhu Dachang" were wiped out by the Zhu and Ma families working together.

A group of tomb robbers, they had no roots or friends in the local area, so they just died.

The so-called 'Lin Xiangsao' was covered by the Ma family's skin. It was because of the late old man Ma that they could become a short-lived hot spot in Zhuma Town.

After the second uncle and the mayor teamed up to create a few eye-catching small hot spots, no one was paying attention to them anymore.

For several days in a row, the mayor and the second uncle jointly launched several plans to build bridges and roads and provide relief to the orphans and widows. Who with a little bit of common sense would dare to pay attention to them?

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye it was the seventh day after Zhu Dachang's death.

Ding Hai got up as usual, looked at the sun rising in the distance, and thought about his plans for tonight.

Well, let’s go to Hongde Building for dinner.

The fried eel pot and earth dragon soup in this restaurant are really delicious.

what?
You ask Ding Hai, what should he do if he meets three evil spirits and is fooled by a woman tonight?
Of course, you have to stand and watch.

He really wanted to know how a person who had been dead for seven days and whose internal organs had already decayed could come back to life.

Ding Hai had only seen this kind of technology in the movies "The Mysterious Story", but he had never encountered it in all these years.

There are many records of cases of fake death and resurrection in the Maoshan Sutra Library.

He didn't plan to rush directly into Zhu Dachang's house.

There was no need for that; a thin brick wall couldn't block his view.

Qianhe also got up early. The next night after he figured out the cause and effect of Ma Linxiang's death, Ding Hai told Qianhe that a good show would happen on the seventh night after Zhu Dachang's death.

And also told him what might happen.

At the dinner table, Qian He asked, "Brother, if the person who came tonight is a real ghost, what should we do?"

Ding Hai looked nonchalant: "If it's really a ghost messenger, we can ask them to tell Master that we are coming south to see him."

As for what to do if the person who came tonight was not a ghost messenger, Qianhe did not foolishly ask her senior brother.

As disciples of Maoshan, they have the responsibility to maintain the order of yin and yang.

When encountering such a situation, the basic operation is to capture the fake Yinchai and hand him over to the local real Yinchai.

As night fell, Ding Hai and Chizuru disappeared into the inn.

In the southwest corner of Zhuma Town, outside an independent three-bay brick house.

Ding Hai casually threw a palm-sized array plate to Qianhe: "It is used to conceal the aura. Once activated, it is difficult to detect under the Yang Spirit.

Even if Yangshen Zhenjun didn't use his spiritual sense to search the mountains and seas inch by inch, he would most likely ignore it.

Don't use it to do anything bad, or I will peel your skin off myself."

Ding Hai was not really idle during these seven days. Occasionally, when he was extremely bored, he took out some of the remaining hardware elites from last time and helped Qianhe refine a small gadget that could conceal the aura.

As for himself, his breath subsided and he seemed to have left this world.

These are some small application techniques he developed after comprehending the spirits of gods.

Although he couldn't achieve the same level as Wu Gensheng, where the sunlight could shine through his body, he could still make the ubiquitous wind ignore him.

As time goes by, the night gets darker.

The scattered lights in Zhuma Town began to gradually go out.

Near midnight, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew past Zhu Dachang's house.

Ding Hai and Qian He had an idea and guessed that the ghost was about to arrive.

After a while, three illusory figures in soldiers' robes, pulling the ghost of a fat young man, appeared in front of Zhu Dachang's house.

They held a chain in their left hand and a mourning stick in their right hand, looking quite serious.

But that body shape that is similar to Big Head Son's is hard to make people feel scared, it just makes people feel funny.

These three ghost messengers are indeed fake, not even high-quality imitations.

The three fake ghost messengers had no idea that someone was secretly observing them. They followed the original steps and pulled Zhu Dachang's ghost through the wall.

Ding Hai didn't pay attention to what happened in Zhu Dachang's family afterwards.

After saying hello to Qianhe and asking him to be more careful, he followed the scent of the three fake ghost messengers.

Those three fake ghost messengers who looked funny were never the point.

The key is to save Zhu Dachang's soul and send out the person behind these three fake ghost messengers.

Ding Hai followed the scent left by the three fake ghost messengers.

After walking through the streets and alleys of Zhuma Town, a familiar building appeared before him.

Paradise!
It turned out to be the Paradise, which he had observed seven days ago and determined to be free of any abnormalities.

Good, good, good!

What a good idea!
In an instant, Ding Hai no longer concealed his aura, and one mysterious array pattern after another appeared under his feet.

After a moment, half of Zhuma Town suddenly froze.

The night wind stopped blowing and everything fell into silence.

"What a blissful spiritual house that is neither on this shore nor on the other shore. I actually missed it."

The moment he saw the Paradise, Ding Hai immediately guessed why he had made a mistake seven days ago.

Because during the day, no, it should be said that the Paradise was just an ordinary building at that time.

There was nothing special about the room where my second great uncle lived, except for some items found in folk traditions.

Only when the paradise spiritual house located between yin and yang truly descends into the world does this place become mysterious.

“Two hundred years ago, when the Qing court launched a massive attack on Southern Shaolin, the six Yang God leaders of Southern Shaolin were able to fight against the Qing court’s army based on the geographical advantages they had cultivated over the years.

However, because the core of the mountain protection formation was destroyed by a spy who had already reached a high position in Southern Shaolin, he had no choice but to lead his disciples to the Fukou Ghost Domain and never returned. "

"One hundred years ago, a man with the art of paper-binding appeared in the south. He was undefeated in the spiritual world.

This man once relied on an army of paper figures to fight off a great demon king who was as powerful as the Yang God, and made a great name for himself in the southern spiritual world.

Seventy years ago, when the paper-making master died, his belongings were divided among many small lineages with whom he was on good terms.

A magical technique called the Paradise Spirit House officially appeared in everyone's view.

Over the following thirty years, the small sects in Fujian, Guangdong, Guangxi and Yunnan provinces all went crazy over this Maoshan magic that was said to give people eternal life.

Countless people have followed one after another and embarked on the journey of no return to practice this magical skill.

According to statistics from later generations, more than thirty small lineages were destroyed because of the practice of this technique.

There were approximately five hundred monks who died because they failed to master this technique.

It was not until forty years ago that the once famous Paradise Spirit House gradually became silent as time passed. "

"So, should I call you Monk Yankong, the elder monk who teaches martial arts in the Southern Shaolin Sutra Library? Or should I call you Paper Zhang?"

When Ding Hai uttered the last word, the formation pattern under his feet instantly tore through the void.

A huge and magnificent palace complex emerged in the world.

Looking at the huge palace complex floating in the air in front of him, he looked scrutinizingly.

"Are you a disciple of Maoshan?" An elderly monk with a bald head suddenly appeared at the door of the main hall at the front of the palace complex and said to Ding Hai.

"I am a Maoshan disciple, Ding Hai. I would like to ask you to go to Maoshan with me and explain to me why you wanted to pin the half-finished magic of the Paradise Spirit House on me, Maoshan?"

According to the sect's records, the Paradise Spirit House technique that Zhang Zhizha spread before his death had serious flaws.

In the early days, many small sects practiced this technique according to the method left by the paper-cut Zhang.

As a result, not only did the entire Dharma lineage and the paradise spirit house they created enter the gap between Yin and Yang, but they also fell into the underworld forever.

When the practitioners took the Paradise Spirit House to tear apart the space of the Yang World, they were attacked by the space and were torn to pieces along with the Paradise Spirit House.

However, because this magical art was given the name of Maoshan by the paper-making master, many monks of small lineages always felt that they had practiced poorly, and did not suspect that there was something wrong with the Paradise Spirit House itself.

In fact, Ding Hai immediately guessed what Zhizha Zhang was thinking when he saw this in the sect's records.

He treated all the monks in the world who had practiced the magical arts of the Paradise Spirit House as his guinea pigs.

The reason why the Ji Le Ling Wu technique suddenly disappeared forty years ago is probably related to paper-making.

After thirty years and more than five hundred people's successive experiments, Zhang Zhizha should have summarized all the pitfalls and key points of the Paradise Spirit House Technique.

It allowed him to build the Paradise Spirit House in one fell swoop forty years ago.

Now that the goal has been achieved, there is of course no need to keep the mice used in this experiment.

"Explanation? You are joking, fellow Taoist. Why should I explain to you, Maoshan?" Paper-Zha Zhang pretended to understand the situation but was actually confused.

“In order to eliminate the reputation loss that the Jile Spirit House incident brought to the Maoshan Sect.

During those decades, Maoshan sent many elite disciples down the mountain to settle down in the four provinces of Fujian, Guangdong, Guangxi and Yunnan.

He used his life as a guarantee to resolve the disasters that would arise from the loss of those small Dharma lineages.

Do you know how much Maoshan paid for this?"

There was a hint of coldness in Ding Hai's voice, and his eyes were fixed on the paper-made pieces in front of the palace complex.

Paper Zhang smiled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "Price? Why do I only see that Maoshan has successfully spread its Dharma southward because of this matter?

It has become one of the most influential Dharma lineages in the four provinces of Fujian, Guangdong, Guangxi and Yunnan.

Before the incident with the Paradise Spirit House, the Wuyi Shrine in Fujian and the Louvre Palace in Guangdong had always been insincere in their dealings with your Three Mountains Talismans.

The underworlds of Fujian, Guangdong, Guangxi and Yunnan provinces have also always been half out of your jurisdiction.

Nowadays, the Wuyi Shrine in Fujian and the Louvre Palace in Guangdong are as obedient as they can be in front of the Three Mountains Talisman.

This is a mutually beneficial thing, but you come to me to blame me, you really don't know what you are talking about."

Inferring from the results, Maoshan did secure its position as the second of the Three Mountains of Talismans because of the Paradise Spirit House created by Zhang Zhizu, and its influence increased instantly in the whole south.

But you can't just see the thief eating meat and ignore the thief getting beaten. You know, Maoshan paid two generations of elite disciples for this matter.

Maoshan is a Zhengyi sect, and there are indeed disciples who cannot stand the loneliness on the mountain and choose to go down the mountain to establish their own branches after completing their training.

But this only accounts for a small number of disciples in each generation and cannot shake the foundation of Maoshan.

But in the generation a hundred years ago, there were more than 150 disciples in Nei Mao, except for a few young disciples.

A total of 142 disciples were sent south to establish branches in order to fill the gap left by the loss of the small lineage and suppress local demons and monsters.

Three years later, only one-third of the 142 Neimao disciples survived the southward migration of the Dharma lineage and successfully suppressed the local demons and monsters.

The remaining disciples either died or disappeared.

Of the generation seventy years ago, nearly half of the more than one hundred disciples of Neimao survived with the help of the predecessors who went south thirty years ago.

If it weren’t for the profound heritage of Maoshan, the loss of two generations of disciples would have almost caused Maoshan to fall into decline.

The entire Maoshan, from the Earth Immortal Patriarch in the blessed land to any inner Mao deacon, has no favorable impression of the magical art of the Paradise Spirit House.

If the paper figurine had not been hidden really deep, it would have been found and crushed to ashes in Maoshan long ago.

Ding Hai doesn't have any personal grudge against Zhang Zhizha, but the butt determines the head.

He hadn't left Maoshan yet, so when he met the paper-made Zhang, he couldn't just watch him slip away: "If we don't agree, we can't talk too much. It seems that we have to use fists to do the talking in the end."

"Little kid, talking with your fists? This is the funniest joke I have heard in decades.

Why do you think I want to fight you? Time is my best weapon. Don't worry, after you die, I will go to your grave and burn some incense for you when I have time."

Paper Zhang would not pay any attention to Ding Hai. After he and the Paradise Spirit House were placed in the gap between Yin and Yang, they gained a long life that was unimaginable for ordinary people.

Not to mention Ding Hai, a young cultivator who had just completed his transformation, even Yin Gods and ordinary Yang Gods were short-lived ghosts in his eyes.

A son of a wealthy family should not sit in a dangerous hall.

How could he possibly use his jade to collide with a broken clay pot like Ding Hai?

Of course, it was mainly because Zhang Zhizha saw that Ding Hai was a little weird.

A cultivator in the Transcendent Realm could create an array out of thin air and break through the gap between Yin and Yang. If this hadn't happened right in front of him, Zhiza Zhang would never have believed it.

In order to avoid capsizing in the ditch, Zhang the Paper-Zhang made up his mind: no matter which direction the wind blows, he will remain unmoved.

"What? You don't dare to fight?" Ding Hai looked at Zhang Zhizha's avoiding-fighting look, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

"Little kid, do you think provoking me can work?" Paper Zhang glanced at Ding Hai indifferently as if he was looking at a clown.

As an old monster who has achieved a different kind of immortality, he has long since lost interest in fame and fortune. Ding Hai's little trick is nothing more than child's play in his eyes.

Looking at the paper-made Zhang who seemed to be sitting on a platform at the door of the Paradise Spirit House, Ding Hai moved and instantly appeared in front of the paper-made Zhang and punched him.

I really thought that Ding Hai was talking so much just to increase the word count.

If it wasn't for the need to determine where in the void the Ji Le Spirit House was currently located between the Yin and Yang, he would have taken action instead of talking.

This punch contained all of Ding Hai's strength and will, as if he wanted to kill the paper figure in front of him with one blow.

Paper Zhang's face was full of sarcasm at first. Even though he and Ding Hai seemed to be facing each other, there was actually a layer of space between them.

Apart from some great space powers that have only appeared in legends, even if Ding Hai could move mountains and break rivers with one punch, it would have no effect on him.

However, after a moment, he panicked when he saw the cold jade fist so close to him.

How can this be?

How did he get through the space barrier between the gap between yin and yang and the real world?

In panic, he dodged Ding Hai's attack.

The Paradise Spirit House is his territory. It is not easy to defeat him in his territory.

Paper Zhang snorted coldly and appeared behind Ding Hai. He had a cane in his hand and smashed it hard at Ding Hai's back.

Ding Hai felt the danger behind him, but he did not look back.

Being experienced in combat, he had anticipated the attack from Paper Zhang, and dodged the fatal blow by changing his body shape.

"Interesting." A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Zhizha's eyes. He didn't expect Ding Hai's body movements to be so strange that even he, the master of the Paradise Spirit House, could not figure it out.

However, he did not give up. As the landlord of this place, he naturally had his own methods.

He just waved the cane in his hand, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew up and enveloped Ding Hai.

In the gloomy wind, countless paper figures and paper horses appeared and disappeared, as if they were about to devour Ding Kai.

Ding Kai's expression remained unchanged. These paper ghosts would be very powerful if used against ordinary monks.

With the paper-making technique, these little ghosts, although made only of paper, seem to have real life.

However, the magic power in Ding Hai's body turned and formed a thunder armor outside his body.

In an instant, all the paper people and paper horses that came into contact with him were chopped into ashes.

"If this is all you have, I advise you to surrender." Ding Hai looked at Zhang Zhizhao, whose face changed drastically, and gave his advice.

His body shape changed, and he flashed in front of Paper Zhang again like lightning, and punched him.

This punch was even more ferocious than the previous one, as if it would blast the void in the Paradise Spirit House into pieces.

Zhang Zhizha's eyes were slightly cold. He didn't expect that Ding Hai not only had amazing attainments in the field of space, but was also so powerful in the field of thunder.

However, he was not afraid at all, because this was his home ground.

Zhang Zhizha waved the crutch in his hand, and suddenly a yellow light flashed and collided with Ding Hai's fist.

There was a loud bang and both of them flew backwards at the same time.

After Ding Hai landed, he felt a surge of blood in his chest. After taking a few breaths, he finally calmed down.

Although Zhang the Paper-Zhang had some minor injuries with blood coming out of the corner of his mouth, he still stood firmly in place as if he was not affected at all.

"Little kid, you have some skills, but you are still too young to fight me."

"It's just some evil spirits, it didn't even hurt my skin, and you blew it up like this, aren't you ashamed?" Although the yellow light just now caught Ding Hai off guard, it was nothing to Ding Hai.

Zhang the Paper-Zhao smiled coldly, not believing at all that Ding Hai was really fine.

This is the evil power of the Yellow Springs that can corrode and pollute even the soul of True Lord Yangshen. As a minor cultivator in the Transcendental Realm, it is impossible for you to remain unscathed even if you have amazing means.

The paper-taker confidently waved the cane in his hand again, and one after another, the dark evil spirits shot towards Ding Hai.

Facing the rapidly approaching Yellow Springs Evil, Ding Hai's body was agile, and he moved around freely in the space of the Paradise Spirit House, as if he had merged into this gap between reality and illusion.

Although Paper Zhang's attacks were fierce, they were always just a hair's breadth away and could not touch Ding Hai at all.

Seeing this, Paper Zhang was a little frightened. He had never seen such strange movements before, as if Ding Hai was the incarnation of this space.

Although he can also appear anywhere in the Paradise Spirit House, he is definitely not as relaxed as Ding Hai.

Suddenly, Zhazhizhi felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart and began to doubt his own judgment.

However, Ding Hai did not give him much time to think. He flashed and appeared in front of Zhang Zhizha again and punched him.

With this punch, Ding Hai activated the Five Thunders Method to assist his attack. Although the jumping plasma did not make any sound, the aura of destroying everything was unmistakable.

Zhang the Paper-Zha immediately looked solemn, and he swung the cane in his hand violently. A washbasin-sized stream of Yellow Springs Yin Sha shot out from the tip of the cane and headed towards Ding Hai's fist.

A large amount of Huangquan Yinsha collided with the five-colored lightning on Ding Kai's fist, and a deafening roar erupted in an instant.

The gusts of air generated by the collision instantly swept across the entire Paradise Spirit House, turning the surrounding paper figures and horses into dust.

At both ends of the collision, Ding Hai easily took several steps back in the air to relieve the force.

However, Zhang the Paper-Zha only felt a huge force coming, and his body flew backwards involuntarily.

He was horrified. He didn't expect Ding Hai's power to be so terrifying.

After relieving himself of the force in mid-air, Ding Hai immediately took advantage of the situation to chase after Zhang, following him closely like a shadow, wanting to take him down in one fell swoop.

Zhang Zhizha was panicked. He didn't expect that he would be forced into such a situation by a young cultivator in the Transcendent Realm.

He tried desperately to keep his body steady, but Ding Hai's subsequent attacks were as dense and fast as a rainstorm, leaving him no chance to breathe.

Just when the paper figure opened his eyes and was about to collapse, his eyes became fierce, and with a thought, his body disappeared from the spot in an instant.

After Ding Hai's attack failed, he immediately opened his Sky-Observing Eye to explore the surroundings.

Seven days ago, he failed to see that there was a problem with the Paradise. That was because he followed his past habitual thinking and did not think about the edge of the subspace such as the gap between Yin and Yang.

behind.

He twisted his hips and swung his fist, but this fist filled with destructive lightning missed for the first time.

The answer given by Guantian Fatong is wrong?

But Ding Hai's spiritual perception and intuition also told him at the time that the paper-made Zhang was right behind him.

"No, the space, the space inside the Paradise Spirit House is disordered." In just a moment, Ding Hai figured out why his determined punch missed.

The Ji Le Ling Wu is indeed the highest achievement of paper-tying Taoism.

The figure of Paper Zhang appeared again not far in front of Ding Hai, with a smug smile on his face.

"Little kid, do you think you can defeat me easily?

This Paradise Spirit House is my territory, and I control the rules of the space here." Paper Zhang sneered.

Although the words were very nice, Zhang Zhizha's heart was bleeding. The law of space was too profound and mysterious. Although the Paradise Spirit House also involved some laws of space, it was difficult to affect the inside.

If one wants to mobilize the spatial laws contained in the Paradise Spirit House to control the internal space of the spirit house, a huge amount of the spirit house's origin will be consumed every minute and every second.

Although the Paradise Spirit House claims to be able to allow people to live forever, it is just a claim.

Once the origin is exhausted, the Paradise Spirit House will also be destroyed.

In other words, how long his paper-tied body can survive actually depends on how much origin he has in the Paradise Spirit House. What is being burned is not the origin, but his life!

But he did not lose the battle, even though his heart was broken at the moment, he remained calm on the surface when piercing the paper.

Ding Hai, who was unaware of the inside story, narrowed his eyes slightly. He did feel something unusual about the surrounding space, as if an invisible force was interfering with him.

But Ding Crab didn't take it seriously, he also knew the world of space, his little magical power of "A World Away at a Close Distance" didn't really have much presence except for traveling on weekdays, but he was not a vegetarian.

Otherwise, how could he have broken through the Yin-Yang barrier so easily and reached the Paradise Spirit House directly.

"Break, break, break them all." After three consecutive shouts, a terrifying wave shook out from under Ding Kai's feet. Wherever he went, the space barrier in front of him was shattered.

Zhang Zhizha was shocked. He didn't expect Ding Hai to go so deep into the space.

He hurriedly activated his magic power, trying to move himself away and temporarily avoid Ding Hai's attack.

But, it's too late.

Ding Hai had already shattered layer after layer of space barriers and rushed in front of him. A domineering fist wrapped in five-colored lightning instantly hit Paper Zhang's chest.

"boom!"

Paper Zhang's figure flew backwards and hit the wall of the Paradise Spirit House.

After landing, Zhang Zhizha felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he was hit head-on by a giant ancient beast.

The next moment, Ding Hai's figure appeared in front of Zhang Zhizha: "Space is not omnipotent. The real victory or defeat always lies in the person who uses it."

Paper Zhang's face turned pale. He knew he had already lost. "I am willing to go back to Maoshan with you to confess my crime. Please spare my life."

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Not wanting to be killed on the spot by Ding Hai, Paper Zhang chose to surrender.

In his impression, he had no deep hatred with Maoshan, and even if he went to Maoshan, he would not end up dying in a tragic way.

Maybe after donating the complete method of the Paradise Spirit House, you can even get a position like a guest elder.

Just by looking at the expression on Paper-Tiger's face and thinking about it from his perspective, Ding Hai guessed Paper-Tiger's idea.

In this regard, Ding Hai can only say that you are overthinking it.

It is true that you did not directly harm Maoshan when you made the paper-making, but Nei Mao directly lost two generations because of you. These two generations were all cultivated by the people who are in power in Maoshan now.

The hatred is huge.

Also, there is a high probability that the matter of you betraying Southern Shaolin will be brought up again.

Although Southern Shaolin is a skinhead gang, it stands to reason that heretics are more hateful than aliens.

But who can blame the Southern Shaolin for being so careful in minor matters and having no major flaws? They also actively participate in suppressing the big trouble of Guixu in the South China Sea on weekdays. They are a bald friendly force of the righteous sect recognized by the Three Mountains Talismans.

Fujian and Guangdong were the places that the Three Mountains Talisman specially gave up for Southern Shaolin to reside in.

As a result, a powerful force that could have been on the front line in the South China Sea disappeared because of your betrayal.

Ding Hai felt that if he were the head of his own sect, he would probably beat the paper-made Zhang to death.

When Zhang Zhizha saw Ding Hai's gloomy face, his heart tightened.

He knew that his survival depended on this move.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to make his voice sound sincere: "I know that I have sinned deeply, but I hope to have a chance to make amends.

As long as you can spare my life, I am willing to pay any price."

In order to survive, the paper-made Zhang even gave up his face.

Ding Hai neither agreed nor rejected it.

He simply quickly placed layer upon layer of restrictions on Paper Zhang's soul, completely sealing off Paper Zhang's cultivation.

He also set up a booby trap deep in his sea of ​​consciousness that could be detonated by him at any time.

After everything was done, he said coldly to the paper-fact Zhang: "I will keep your life for now, but whether you can survive depends on your performance next.

Now, hand over the complete formula of the Ji Le Ling Wu method."

When Zhang Zhizha heard this, he was delighted and nodded in agreement. He then began to recite the mantra of the Pure Land Spirit House slowly.

As the spell was recited, the air around him seemed to become heavier, and a mysterious force was quietly surging.

Ding Hai noticed this scene, but he did not react. He just continued to listen quietly to Zhazhizhi's oral instructions.

After the confrontation just now, he has already understood the strength of paper-breaking thoroughly. He doesn't even need to use those two extraordinary methods. He can eat and live with paper-breaking.

As long as he is not afraid of death by piercing the paper, Ding Kai welcomes him to retaliate at any time.

However, Paper Zhang did not seem to have any intention of retaliating against Ding Hai, or he had given up the idea.

Even after he finished reciting the spell, Ding Hai still did not receive the attack he had imagined.

Holding onto the vital point of the paper-studded corpse, Ding Hai took the paper-studded corpse and returned to Zhuma Town: "Put away your Paradise Spirit House."

With life and death in the hands of Ding Hai, Paper Tie has no choice but to obey.

His spiritual sense reached out, and the Paradise Spirit House, which was originally standing between Yin and Yang, instantly broke through the Yin and Yang barrier and fell into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing that the Paradise Spirit House was put away, Ding Hai immediately sealed the vital points of Paper Zhang, making him unable to move.

Then he used the technique of "A World Away" to quickly fly towards Maoshan.

With all his efforts, Ding Hai completed the entire journey in less than an hour and arrived outside the Maoshan Foreign Affairs Office.

When Master Qingsong, who was meditating and observing the stars in the courtyard, sensed Ding Hai's presence, he immediately felt a severe headache.

Didn’t we agree that you would go down the mountain and travel around for two or three months to give Lou Nanguang and the others a break?

It's been less than a month and you've already come back. Do you want to kill Lou Nanguang and the others, or do you want to kill me?
Wait, there's something wrong with the aura around Ding Hai.

After sensing that the aura next to Ding Hai was not Qianhe's, Master Qingsong immediately rushed out of the courtyard with a fixed look in his eyes.

After seeing the miserable state of the paper-made Zhang, he finally relaxed: "My living ancestor, what's wrong with you?"

"Uncle Qingsong, this is the third on our sect's internal wanted list, the creator and disseminator of the Paradise Spirit House method, Zhizha Zhang." Ding Hai was still in a hurry to return to Zhuma Town, and he revealed Zhizha Zhang's identity right away.

"Wait? Didn't you take Qianhe south to travel and look for Junior Brother Qingyun? How did you run into him?

Or are you crazy, taking Qianhe to fight against a being that can rival the Yang God?"

The first thing that Master Qingsong was concerned about was not the identity of Paper Zhang, but Qianhe who had not returned.

If he didn't trust Ding Hai's character, he almost thought that the hidden danger that Junior Brother Qingyun had planted when he split the family had exploded.

"It's all coincidence. I didn't expect that I would run into him in a random town on the way south." Ding Hai hurriedly explained. He really didn't know that he would run into Zhang Zhizao in Zhuma Town.

Otherwise, I would have taken Chizuru and escaped long ago.

"Okay, do you have anything else to do this time besides handing him over to the sect?" Although Paper Zhang also had the combat power of a Yang God, True Man Qingsong only briefly explored his sea of ​​consciousness and didn't pay much attention to him.

He gave up the Southern Shaolin inheritance and started his own paper-making business. He has great talent and ability.

But it's obviously not that high, otherwise he wouldn't have been taken down by Ding Hai.

“No, I have almost finished my journey south, and I am ready to continue.

The reason why I came back temporarily was mainly because I was not sure I could trap the paper-making Zhang for a long time. If I was alone, it wouldn't matter.

The key is that Qianhe is still by my side." After Ding Hai handed the paper to Qingsong Zhenren, he patted his butt and slipped away.

As for the reward on the sect’s bounty list after catching Paper Zhang.

You can get this thing at any time. There's no need to ask for it tonight.

It came quickly, but it went back even faster.

In less than an incense stick of time, he returned to Zhuma Town.

Standing outside Zhuma Town, Ding Hai glanced at the Paradise, which had returned to its normal state, and then came to the door of Zhu Dachang's house.

At this time, the farce in the house was progressing to the point where the three ghost officials were being chased around by Xiaoyun.

It will probably take some time before they completely surrender.

The big boss behind the scenes has been taken down, and Ding Hai has no mood to continue watching the melodrama.

With a flick of his finger, the door of Zhu Dachang's house was pushed open.

With a flick of his hand, four ghosts including Zhu Dachang fell into Ding Hai's hands.

"Okay, Chizuru, don't hide anymore. Take them to Paradise and talk to Second Uncle." After trapping the four ghosts with a talisman, Ding Hai threw it to the confused Chizuru.

Brother, it seems that our original plan was not like this?
But due to the deterrent power that Ding Hai had accumulated in the past, Qianhe didn't dare to say anything more. After taking the talisman paper, she turned and headed towards the Paradise.

After finishing the job, Ding Hai glanced at Xiao Yun who was also in a daze, nodded slightly and left.

Zhuma Town should actually have been called Zhangjia Town two hundred years ago.

The Zhu and Ma families were originally slaves and tenant farmers dependent on the Zhang family.

It was not until the Zhang family had a prodigal son like Paper Zha that the two families gradually escaped from their original status.

The paper-zha was born with the ability to see ghosts and demons, and could see many sneaky and evil things. If he was not his father's only descendant, someone in his situation would either be sent to a Taoist temple or a monastery for foster care, or be abandoned directly when he was young and could not remember anything.

　I have something to do today, so there is only one chapter, but it costs 10k, so during the double monthly ticket period, I am asking for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)