It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

She suddenly realized that the problem now was not only the depletion of spiritual energy, but the biggest problem was the interruption of inheritance.

How could this be? Taoism was so prosperous back then, at least it was still so when Song Tang fell asleep.

How come the inheritance was broken when I woke up? When did it start? What went wrong?

There was no time to think, as he saw the bus ghost was about to hurt Zhang Zhiqi.

"Bastard!" Beating the child in front of the elders, are you treating her as a decoration?

Song Tang threw a talisman over and used his usual strange steps. Soon he swam between the two people like a fish.

She slapped the bus ghost on the face and angrily scolded: "Don't you know that if you hit the younger one, the older one will come? You dare to hit him so hard! If it weren't for your good deeds, I would let you taste what a genuine Five Thunder Talisman is!"

After being slapped by Song Tang several times, the bus ghost was stunned and covered his head and looked at Song Tang innocently.

Suddenly realizing that he was being beaten, the bus ghost bared his sharp fangs and was about to bite Song Tang.

If the old man doesn't get angry, you will just treat him as a fool, right?

"I'm giving you face." Song Tang pinched with two fingers, easily lifted up the bus ghost, then took out a paper man and stuffed it directly in.

On the other side, Zhang Zhiqi had already bitten his finger and was about to apply it on the sword.

The blood of the Zhang family is quite special and has an inhibitory effect on ghosts. It is one of the few inheritances left to them by their ancestors that has not been broken off to this day.

Then he saw Song Tang coming back carrying a light paper man, and Zhang Zhiqi was stunned.

He held up his still bleeding finger and asked stutteringly: "You, how, how, just, just..."

"Just like this, then like this, and then like this..." Song Tang gestured carefully and handed over the paper figure in his hand.

Zhang Zhiqi hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the struggling bus ghost.

At this time, the bus was parked on the side of the road. Without Lao Gui's maintenance, the bus finally showed its true appearance - a dilapidated bus with only an iron frame left.

"Tell me the truth, why did you tease the employees working overtime nearby?" Song Tang shook the white paper man rudely.

This action almost shook the bus ghost's brain. When she stopped, the bus ghost staggered for a long time as if he was drunk before he stood firm.

"Master, please spare me, please spare me! I'll tell you everything." The bus ghost's knees softened and he knelt down. "I'm not teasing them. I want to help them."

"Are you saying that you deliberately scared people and made them seriously ill and unable to go to work, and that you were actually helping them?" Song Tang raised his eyebrows, with an expression that said, "Keep making it up."

The bus ghost had exactly this expression on his face.

Over the years, there were people from the Xuanmen who tried to capture him, but he was smart and drove away once he found something wrong.

In addition, since no one had ever been killed, people from the Xuanmen sect stopped coming over time.

Unexpectedly, not only did he come this time, but he was also very powerful. If he hadn't slipped to his knees, he would have almost died.

The bus ghost nodded repeatedly and explained, "I was working overtime at the time, so I didn't see the oncoming truck, and the bus was destroyed and I died. I didn't expect to find that I could still drive a bus after I died, so I often drove it out for a ride."

"Until one day I found a girl squatting on the side of the road crying, saying how unlucky she was that she had to work overtime so late and still missed the last bus..."

The bus ghost was kind-hearted and showed up to send the person back.

Little did he know that he would be exposed just this time.

"My excuse at the time was that I was delayed by something and was on my way back to the company, so I took her with me. But I didn't know that this girl was actually very honest, and she even came to the company to thank me later."

The girl found out that the person who sent her home had actually been dead for more than 20 years.

I fell seriously ill and the company granted me a week of paid leave.

Because this incident was too bizarre and was extensively reported by various media outlets, many curious people came specifically to "encounter ghosts".

"In order to avoid the limelight, I haven't gone out for a ride for a long time." The bus ghost still felt a little aggrieved when talking about this matter. He was obviously well-intentioned. "Then one day I suddenly realized that they work overtime so late every day. They are not in good health to begin with. How can their illness be blamed entirely on me?"

"And didn't the girl get better the next day? Then I thought, I could buy them a week of paid vacation, isn't that a good thing? So..."

"So you started the paid vacation plan for those who work overtime?" Song Tang had an expression that said "Are you okay?"

The bus ghost didn't see Song Tang's irony, and nodded with a happy expression, "Yes, I have successfully helped 129 people. Among them, 37 people didn't find out my true identity, which is a pity. So Master, I am really doing good things, you must not kill me!"

Oh, these 92 unlucky overtime workers!

Having said that, the bus ghost sighed deeply again and glanced at Zhang Zhiqi sideways.

He complained quietly, "I was wrong. I only saw that he was a rookie, but I didn't see that you, Master, are the hidden king."

Zhang Zhiqi's temperament was exactly the same as that of the Xuanmen people who had come to capture him before. He was very skilled in ghost arts and very bold, so he wanted to play a good trick on him.

He had done this many times before, but he never expected that he would hit a wall this time!

"You'd better be more careful! If it weren't for the master's planning, how could you catch me with your mediocre skills?" In order to win Song Tang's favor, the bus ghost spared no effort to step on Zhang Zhiqi to lift her up.

It was the first time in his life that Zhang Zhiqi was called a rookie, and his face turned red.

He stammered, "I, I, she, she..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you don't have much ability to begin with, and you're a stutterer." The bus ghost curled his lips, and turned to Song Tang with a flattering look, "Master, you've worked hard to lead such a useless follower!"

Song Tang: "..."

Zhang Zhiqi was a child of destiny and had always stayed in a relatively simple school. He had never seen the power of a seasoned man.

Being targeted by the bus ghosts again and again, even those with good tempers can't help it.

He stood up suddenly and shouted, "Master Zhang is my ancestor. Our Zhang family has produced many talented people for thousands of years! If it weren't for the war that caused the lineage to be cut off and the Zhang family's Taoist skills could not be passed down, how could I be defeated by a little ghost like you?"

"What battle?"

Song Tang was originally looking forward to the show, just wanting to see whether the bus ghost could provoke Zhang Zhiqi's anger.

I never expected to get such important information unexpectedly.

Zhang Zhiqi didn't expect that he would say something he shouldn't have said without restraint. Only a few people who knew about this matter at that time knew about it, and the Zhang family was one of them.

Song Tang came from a little-known mountain temple, so it's normal that no one knew him.

Zhang Zhiqi looked at the bus ghost and then at Song Tang.

After struggling for a while, he decided to tell the truth, as he never lied.