Tempering a Golden Body in the Prison Kiln, Blooming a Golden Lotus in Corrupt Water (Part Two)

Lin Feng wore Daoist robes, with a large retinue of young Daoist acolytes behind him. Little Daoist Ji followed with his fellow disciples. As they traveled, they scattered Joss Paper, distributed talisman water, set up ritual grounds, rang bells, and recited the True Scripture.

They treated the plague and soothed the souls of the dead.

Lin Feng performed every good deed he could. Everywhere he went, people called him a "living bodhisattva."

Calling a Daoist a "living bodhisattva" was rather strange.

But Lin Feng did not care.

He had achieved his goal.

All along the way, people praised his merits.

He saved people, charging one peck of rice per village, and erected a God Shrine where they worshipped "Zuan Wangye."

He even cleared out the Evil Ghosts entrenched in the villages.

In these troubled times, human lives drifted like fallen leaves.

Lin Feng really was doing good deeds.

As he continued on his journey, "Zuan Wangye" became widely renowned.

Great numbers of people gathered around him.

The size of his following was astonishing.

The procession kept growing, and not just with the living. The dead joined it too.

Lin Feng bought paper and made paper parasols, which the Little Daoist Boys carried during the day. The scene looked rather uncanny. He sat behind a cloth curtain made from two lengths of fabric taken from dead families—along the way, he occasionally encountered villages where everyone had died, and he took their cloth to piece together a patchwork curtain.

Inside, he attended to his own affairs.

The whole spectacle made him look exactly like the final boss in a supernatural tale or a suspenseful horror film.

And these people could not even see the enormous, illusory figure floating above Lin Feng's head.

The corpse of "Old Mother of Mount Li."

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