Topple the god statue and take its seat himself?
The Blue-Robed Ghost naturally heard the account below as well, and could not help paying closer attention to the figure beside him.
Whether the story was true or false, the man holding the Woodcutter's Knife clearly was not a god in the usual sense. Nor was any of this hidden history something he needed to investigate.
Clearly, the man holding the Woodcutter's Knife was more concerned with something other than his own story just then.
The two gods appeared above the divine altar, though Zhong Xingwen and "Chai Wang" below seemed unable to see them.
The man with the Woodcutter's Knife stared at Chai Wang, his brows tightly furrowed.
"The vengeful ghost has already possessed this man. If we let him leave, there is no telling what might happen!"
The Blue-Robed Ghost turned slightly sideways and cupped his hands in a modest salute.
"If anything does happen, the karmic consequences will naturally fall upon us. Please rest assured, honored god! But as for the fierce tiger outside..."
The divine being holding the Woodcutter's Knife also looked at the Blue-Robed Ghost.
"There is no need for you to trouble yourself over that either, honored god!"
The Blue-Robed Ghost nodded in understanding.
In truth, that fierce tiger was clearly extraordinary as well. Yet Zhong Xingwen had been in worse shape when he arrived at the ruined temple, and the tiger had not appeared to kill him. Instead, it had attacked Chai Wang, a martial arts expert. That alone revealed something.
The local tale Zhang Shi had told through Chai Wang's mouth might not have been entirely true, but the fierce tiger in the story that sought to cultivate by righteous means might well have existed.
The next morning, Zhong Xingwen woke from