"Fellow Daoist Ling Xuzi, are you still looking to trouble Ren Weiyong? I can make way for you. Fellow Daoist Ren has just returned."
Uncle Nine gave Ling Xuzi a glance, pointed toward the side room behind the temple, and said with a smile.
"No, no. I listened to slander and did not know the truth. I rashly came here and caused trouble for the mountain god. I'm truly sorry. I will compensate for the damage I caused to the temple earlier."
Ling Xuzi withdrew the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand, took out ten silver dollars, forced an ugly smile onto his face, and handed them over.
With a thought from Uncle Nine, the white barrier vanished. He smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Ling Xuzi, no blame falls on the ignorant. But when you go elsewhere in the future, you must not be so impulsive—charging into someone else's stronghold and fighting them. Otherwise, you could easily walk into an ambush. By the way, what sect are you from?"
"I am from the Corpse Refining Sect," Ling Xuzi said.
The Corpse Refining Sect!
This sect had a long history, having existed since ancient times, and its reputation was utterly foul!
Whenever the Corpse Refining Sect appeared, all righteous Daoist sects would join forces to attack them. That was because the Corpse Refining Sect's deeds were simply too outrageous, provoking the wrath of both heaven and man!
Not only did they refine zombies, they even stole the corpses of deceased ancestors from Daoist sects and turned them into zombie Evil Ghosts to bring calamity upon the world!
They would not even spare the ancestors of their own sect once they died!
To raise the cultivation and realm of their zombies, the Corpse Refining Sect had committed countless atrocities, including massacring villages