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Cold sweat broke out on Da Xiang's forehead—not from nerves, but from excitement. He could already tell Tang Changsheng was preparing to make a big Qian.
"Then it's simple. As long as the land deeds remain in our sect's hands, anyone who dares cause trouble again is asking to die!"
What Da Xiang was really saying was this: even if the land deeds were no longer in their hands, did anyone think they could take advantage of the General's Temple?
The General's Temple simply hadn't had the time to pursue the matter. Once it did, why would it hold back?
"I'll head down the mountain tomorrow, Master. I'll have everything settled in no time!"
Tang Changsheng nodded slightly. "I trust you!"
It was a small matter. Tang Changsheng wasn't worried that Da Xiang would mishandle it.
The only problem was that if all those branch temples opened, they would be short of people. There wouldn't be enough hands to look after so many Daoist Grounds.
Forget it. He could leave that problem for Da Xiang to solve later!
Come to think of it, the General's Temple ought to take on more people!
Da Xiang went down the mountain at first light to attend to the matter, and Tang Changsheng's guess proved right.
When he went to hold the Ghost Domain that night, the War Ghosts daring to come to the Fortified Village to die had already dwindled by half. Not a single peak-level Vicious Ghost appeared.
Tang Changsheng was greatly reassured and made up his mind. He no longer took action himself; deploying all five Yin Soldiers under his command was enough to suppress these War Ghosts.
After all, his five Yin