Ghost Enters the Temple to Become a God

Chen Ming left the village and walked at a leisurely pace. He was in no hurry to storm the Chayi Sect for revenge.

Fairy Caiyi had reached the Spirit Condensation Realm several hundred years ago. Relying on the reputation of the Biyun Heavenly Palace, most people gave her a measure of respect.

People only knew that her divine ability had manifested as that Colorful Feather Luan Bird; the rest of her background remained a mystery to outside cultivators.

No one knew if Fairy Caiyi had secretly cultivated any formidable trump cards.

Unknowingly, Chen Ming arrived beneath the walls of a city.

Looking up, the three characters "Golden Sun City" hung high above the city gate.

Chen Ming felt a stir in his heart. He pinched his fingers to calculate and realized this city had once been connected to him.

This Golden Sun City had originally worshipped the Golden Light Divine Lord.

Later, when the Golden Light Divine Lord fell, it was Chen Ming who had sent back the souls of the believers mixed within the Incense and Fire, preventing Golden Sun City from becoming a city of the soulless.

Entering the city, Chen Ming walked and observed, savoring the touch of mortal life; it had a unique flavor.

Suddenly, four men dressed in black came walking slowly, carrying a sedan chair.

That sedan chair was far from ordinary.

At each of the four corners of the sedan hung a pitch-black bell, which chimed even without a breeze.

The four men in black carrying the sedan simply walked forward, paying no mind to their direction.

Surrounding them in every direction were over a dozen armed mortals clearing the path.

One of them, holding a blade, pointed toward where Chen Ming stood and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

The spot where Chen Ming stood was a narrow street lined with several merchant stalls.

At the man's shout, the crowd scattered in a flurry.

Only Chen Ming remained, carefully picking through items at a stall selling trinkets.

"Move aside! This is a deity invited into the city by the City Lord. If you disturb the deity, none of you can bear the consequences!"

The man with the blade had spent years wandering the Jing River and Lake and possessed a fierce aura. Seeing Chen Ming unmoved, he raised his blade and stepped forward, ready to kill at the slightest provocation.

Chen Ming looked up. With just a single glance, the man's blade fell to the ground, and he stood frozen, unable to move.

Sweeping his Spiritual Sense, Chen Ming laughed, "I wondered which deity was entering the city with such a grand display. So, it's just you, you wind-blowing old crow!"

As soon as Chen Ming's words fell, the four men in black carrying the sedan transformed into a gust of Soul Hooking Wind and vanished into the sedan chair.

"Caw~"

With the cry of a crow, the sedan chair touched the ground. A figure flew out from within, holding a White Bone Staff in his hand, and manifested before Chen Ming.

"It really is Fellow Daoist Wuhun!" Chen Ming laughed.

When the Spiritual Energy in Vast Mountain fell into chaos, Soul Hook Cave, where Wuhun resided, was also affected. He had left the mountain to seek another path.

He had ended up settling in a dilapidated temple outside of Golden Sun City.

In that ruined temple, through a stroke of luck, Wuhun resolved a few troubles for the mortals, and the temple unexpectedly began to receive Incense and Fire.

Wuhun discovered that as a Ghost Cultivator, his cultivation progressed rapidly after receiving Incense and Fire, so he became even more diligent in manifesting his presence.

It just so happened that after the death of Golden Light Divine Lord, the area around Golden Sun City had no cultivators occupying it, so Wuhun filled the void.

Gradually, his reputation grew, and he gained the faith of the mortals in Golden Sun City.

The City Lord of Golden Sun City even built an "Old Crow Temple" in the city specifically to worship Wuhun. Today was the day to invite the deity into the temple.

He never expected to run into Chen Ming halfway there.

When Wuhun saw Chen Ming, he assumed that Chen Ming, like himself, had come out of Vast Mountain to seek another path.

However, he did not dare to be arrogant. He looked around and asked, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist. Why do I not see Senior Situ?"

Chen Ming laughed, "You old crow, you're still thinking about her promise, aren't you!"

"Unfortunately, Fellow Daoist Situ has already left for the sea with the Myriad Laws Sect and won't be back for a while."

Wuhun smacked his lips and said, "No matter, no matter. As long as Senior Situ still remembers, that is enough!"

Although he said this, Wuhun felt bitter inside. Situ Yuelan had left with the Myriad Laws Sect, and now, not only had he failed to obtain the Treasure, but he feared the favor would also come to nothing.

Wuhun's mood was a bit low, but he still remembered his own important matter. "Today is the day I enter the temple as a deity. If you have time, Fellow Daoist, you are welcome to attend the ceremony!"

"The hour is drawing near. Once I have established my foundation, I will catch up with you properly!"

After saying this, Wuhun cupped his hands toward Chen Ming, transformed into a Soul Hooking Wind, and swept up the sedan chair, disappearing without a trace along with the people who were clearing the way for him.

The newly built Old Crow Temple was in the center of Golden Sun City.

"That old crow can be considered to have come from Vast Mountain. Now that he is establishing his footing in the city, since I have run into him and received an invitation, I might as well go and watch the excitement!"

Chen Ming paused, just about to head to the Old Crow Temple, when he suddenly sensed a familiar aura outside of Golden Sun City.

Outside of Golden Sun City, Master Heyuan of Lotus Temple, accompanied by several disciples, gazed at the city from afar.

"A Ghost Cultivator of the demon kind, daring to enter a temple to cultivate so brazenly!"

"This world has truly gone to ruin!"

Master Heyuan spoke with indignation. He was also at the Contemplation Realm, yet he had been ostracized and could not cultivate within the temple, forced to seek out another place. Resentment festered in his heart.

"Master, why don't we wait until that old crow enters the temple, then expose his true form so the townspeople can see him clearly? We can then use Buddhist dharma to convert him, turn that temple into a Buddhist monastery, and claim all the Incense and Fire of the town for ourselves!"

A clever disciple behind him spoke, voicing exactly what was on Master Heyuan's mind.

Master Heyuan was deeply tempted, yet he shook his head and said, "After our Ancestor Jieding passed away at Vast Mountain, our branch has been ostracized at Lotus Temple.

Now that we have the opportunity to come out and establish a branch temple here, it is all thanks to the Blue Lotus Divine Monk.

Without the Blue Lotus Divine Monk's instructions, we must not act rashly under any circumstances!"

Although Master Heyuan was tempted, he was still able to restrain himself, suppressing the thoughts in his heart.

Master Heyuan and his few disciples concealed their figures outside the city, waiting for the Blue Lotus Divine Monk's orders.

Suddenly, Buddha Light flickered in Master Heyuan's eyes as he saw a Daoist walking slowly from the city.

The Daoist had a faint mist floating in his hands, and within the mist appeared to be a white, glistening jar.

It flickered with a vague red light, though it was unclear. Behind him flowed a faint Five-Colored Radiance, and his bearing was extraordinary.

Seeing the Daoist walking toward them, Master Heyuan pressed his palms together, chanted a Buddhist mantra, and said, "Where does this True Person come from?"

Chen Ming did not even glance at Master Heyuan, saying indifferently, "These few Buddhist disciples have impure thoughts and murky Buddha Light. Why not come under my seat and turn from Buddha to demon!"

Upon hearing this, Master Heyuan and his disciples were shocked and hurriedly channeled their divine abilities, standing on guard.

Chen Ming's White Bone Demon Pot suddenly spewed out smoke, and within the smoke were dense swarms of poisonous insects.

"Retreat quickly, he is in the Spirit Condensation Realm!"

Sensing the aura emanating from Chen Ming, Master Heyuan shouted loudly, and he and his disciples scrambled backward.

A scent of sandalwood suddenly appeared, and bright yellow Buddha Light followed, blocking the poisonous insects.

The Blue Lotus Monk revealed his figure and said, "Fellow Daoist, why do you harm the disciples of my Lotus Temple without cause?"

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