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Bai Suzhen finally lowered his raised hand slowly, and was not really angry. Instead, he looked at West Lake out of the window in a daze. "But... what you said reminded me of an old incident."
"About 1,700 years ago, I was still a little white snake who had just awakened to spiritual wisdom and had no moral skills. I accidentally encountered a snake catcher and was in danger of an accident.
Fortunately, a shepherd boy helped me and saved my life. This kindness... I have never been repaid."
A trace of regret flashed in her eyes. "Later, when I became successful in cultivation, I wanted to find him to repay my kindness, but he had already been reincarnated. Over the past thousand years, I have followed the traces of reincarnation and searched for him several times, but I was always one step away. I don't know if he can still be found after how many lives he has reincarnated."
The night is dark, Qiantang is in the mass graves in the western suburbs. The cold wind has not completely dissipated, and the ashes wrapped with paper money are swirling.
The clear light of [Star-Chasing Sword] in Chen Jin's hand was flowing. Just now, his figure was like electricity, and the light of his sword was like the winding of a galaxy. Wherever he passed, those ghosts and spirits who were stubbornly resisting were like ice and snow meeting the sun, and collapsed when touched.
The sword edge passed by, and the soul was directly crushed by the sharp sword light. Without even a decent howl, it turned into wisps of blue smoke and dissipated.
The battle has no suspense, and can even be called boring.
Chen Jin flicked his wrist, and [Star-Chasing Sword] returned to its sheath, making a crisp sound, and the last remaining cold breath was swept away.
At this moment, Chen Jin's shadow flashed beside him, and Medicine King Valley's mascot, Coffin Old Ghost, floated over cautiously, his face full of flattery, and he bowed and said:
"The power of the Immortal Master! After your thunderous sweep, within a radius of a hundred miles, all ghosts that have some righteousness and have done harm to people will either be killed by your own hands, or they will be frightened and flee far away. Right now, this land can be said to be... well, the sea and the river are clear, and there is nothing that can disturb the Immortal Master."
Chen Jin frowned slightly when he heard this.
He glanced at the mass graves that had just been cleared and made a quick calculation in his mind.
There were dozens of various ghosts killed one after another, and many of them were as cool as the ghost generals under Prince Qiu.
But actually, not even half of Three Souls and Seven Spirits Money was seen.
"What are you doing?" Chen Jin murmured in his heart, "Is the explosion rate too low?"
It felt like I had been playing the dungeon with great interest for a long time, but in the end the mobs only dropped some insignificant materials, and none of the rare props I really wanted were found.
I came purely to do justice for heaven and do charity.
The thought turned around, but his face remained calm. He just glanced at the old ghost lightly and suppressed the slight discomfort in his heart.
"It's done!"
The night was already dark, and Chen Jin was walking back along the West Lake long embankment in the moonlight.
With the booming business of Medicine King Valley, he no longer needs to be as careful as before.
Now he has rented a small courtyard near the water in West Lake, a place with a great view. It has white walls and black tiles. It is quiet and elegant. You can have a panoramic view of the lake and mountains by pushing the window. He finally has a decent place to stay.
Suddenly, a golden glow exploded from the lake at my feet.
The light wrapped in water sprays and shot straight up to the sky, then suddenly fell three steps in front of him. The splashed water droplets were wrapped in broken water plants, leaving dark water marks on the bluestone.
In the light, a tall and burly figure slowly solidified.
I saw that he was wearing a set of heavy black gold armor engraved with fish and dragon patterns, and there seemed to be a constant flow of water between the gaps in the armor. He was holding a pair of water-dividing and wave-breaking maces, and the maces were wrapped with rich Yin energy.
Black ripples appeared in Chen Jin's eyes, and a flow of information about the visitor poured into Chen Jin's irises.
[General Jinhua·Zhang Shun]
Category: Magic Star/Heroic Soul
Comprehensive evaluation: Eight Extremes (Tiangang Manifestation)
The original Liangshan Marsh hero was known as the white stripe in the waves during his lifetime. After his death, he was not ignorant of his true spirit and attracted the power of the Tiangang star into his soul. He was nourished by the water veins of West Lake and controlled eight hundred water ghosts.
Zhang Shun stared at Chen Jin and thought to himself:
"Earth Dog Star, Earth Pursuit Star... after all, they are also brothers who were named in Hall of Gathering Righteousness back then.
He was actually beaten to a pulp in this West Lake world under the eyes of my old man Zhang.
Song Jiang brother really embarrassed me when he sent a ghost to inquire!
If I don't say this, how can I, Zhang Shun, have the dignity to call myself General Jinhua, and how can I, Mount Liang, have the dignity to see the old man again?"
This thought burned him like poisonous fire, making him look at Chen Jin with murderous intent.
The corner of his mouth grinned in a cold arc:
"Tsk tsk tsk, is this Master Chen Xian who has become famous recently?
He is indeed a young hero who upholds justice for heaven and eliminates evil, and uses good methods!"
He changed the subject and pointed the golden mace in his hand in the direction of Lin'an Prefecture, "It's just that since the immortal master has so many magical powers, why do he only focus on these lonely ghosts who have no place on the stage?
Among the Lin'an living traitors who are above the court, sucking up the people's fat and anointing, causing trouble to the country, the country, and the country, which one is not more evil than these ghosts?
Why don't you, the Immortal Master, "walk the walk on behalf of Heaven" and kill a few of them?"
Faced with this sudden accusation, Chen Jin didn't even pause for a moment.
He walked to Zhang Shun and stood a few feet in front of him. His eyes calmly swept over the dazzling golden armor, and the corners of his lips raised a slight but cold arc:
"Who am I to block the road here? It turned out to be Liangshan Marsh's "Langli Baitiao" in the past. Now under this West Lake, a bunch of water ghosts have gathered together and named themselves "Jinhua General" Zhang Shun."
Zhang Shun's face under the golden armor helmet flashed with a hint of surprise. "Have you heard of me?"
"More than just heard of it."
Chen Jin spoke calmly.
He did not answer Zhang Shun directly, but tilted his head slightly, facing Coffin Old Ghost beside him, and said as if he was gossiping:
"Speaking of which, the life story of this "General Jinhua" who always talks about justice for heaven and earth is quite "wonderful".
Let's not mention the murders and robberies during the private ferry crossing to the center of the river. Let's just talk about two incidents."
"First, in order to force Mount Liang, the miraculous doctor An Daoquan, to join the gang, the general personally took action and slaughtered An Daoquan's sweetheart Li Qiaonu, as well as the seven members of the godly mother-in-law who had taken her in, young and old. The cruelty of the method was "impressive"."
Chen Jin paused deliberately, and glanced at Zhang Shun's hands with white knuckles that were already clenching the golden mace with half-smiling eyes, and continued to teach the old ghost:
"As for the second one, it's more of a "deep brotherhood". After he was killed, he was not convinced, and used the resentment of the water ghost to forcibly possess his own brother Zhang Heng, interfering in the affairs of the world as a ghost, and finally dispersed Zhang Heng's three souls and seven souls, causing his sanity to be wiped out, and he died on the spot. Such a "feat" is hard to forget."
"Shut up!!!"
Chen Jin's words were like a red-hot sharp knife, accurately stabbing into the most painful scar in Zhang Shun's heart that he least wanted to touch.
"Nonsense! My brother did it voluntarily! How dare you, such a dirty kid, arrange my affairs!"
Before he finished speaking, the pair of water-dividing golden maces were already carrying an eardrum-torn scream and an overwhelming resentment, like two golden thunderbolts, striking towards the head of Chen Jin!