The years when I explored the fairyland

If the universe is regarded as a high-rise building, then the extension in space is the area between each floor.

And different dimensions are the floors above and below.

The Yintu, of course, is not a low-dimensional level, but just a gap between the human world and the netherworld, like the wall between the second and third floors.

However, after all, it is a different dimension, and the rules of the Yintu are not the same as those of the human world.

It is like an unfolded painting, a thin piece of paper, which can be shaken at will.

When shaking, the straight-line distance between two points in the painting changes. If it is folded, it can even go from one side to the other in the shortest time.

This is the folding of space, which requires great magical powers to accomplish in the human world, but it is relatively easy in the Yintu.

Therefore, distance is actually a very vague concept in the Yintu, because as long as you master the method, you can quickly cross it.

And the rush of the Rising Sun Plain is described as "rushing around", which is absolutely literal.

Si Yuanyou led millions of ghosts and drove the Rising Sun Ghost City forward.

When he had accumulated enough power, he would directly break through the twisted space barrier and reappear far away.

That is to say, only by using this method can Si Yuanyou travel at the fastest speed.

Of course, there are problems.

First, every time the space folds, it is possible to cause displacement and dislocation.

If the direction is wrong, even if it is only a little wrong, it will be the result of going in the opposite direction.

In order to solve this problem, Xuanzhen Palace purchased a kind of Yintu buoy from Wanxian City. After planting, it can be positioned with a special ghost magic tool Yintu compass.

Therefore, every time he crossed a long distance, Si Yuanyou had to take out the magic tool of "Yintu compass" to correct the direction of the army.

The second problem is that those powerful ghosts blocked the way forward.

In this realm where life reproduces, countless lives and deaths have taken place for countless years.

When those souls enter the netherworld, the weak ones are annihilated and their true spirits are reincarnated; the strong ones devour their own kind and become stronger, although they will collapse after losing their sustenance.

But you can't imagine how many terrifying existences have accumulated here over countless years.

They may be so old that they lack intelligence, but you can't deny their strength.

And Si Yuanyou's behavior of driving the ghost town to hurry on is quite similar to driving a warship to the doorstep of a sovereign country and firing two cannons.

That's not a provocation, but a slap in the face!

The result is that Si Yuanyou has fought countless battles and fought countless times along the way.

For example, now!

Roar, roar, roar...

The mountains shook, and a thousand heads grew out, countless eyes flashed, and soul-destroying ghost fires bloomed.

The earth cracked, revealing a bottomless abyss, and a bunch of barbs appeared and moved constantly.

Looking closely, the barbs are sharp teeth, and the bottomless abyss is a huge mouth that wants to swallow the Rising Sun Ghost City directly.

It can really swallow it, even if there are countless ghosts guarding the city, and the spells of Yinfeng ghost fire bloom, but facing the constantly closing giant mouth, it is still a drop in the bucket.

Even so, the terrifying ghost beast is still unwilling to let go of the scattered ghost army, but stretched out tens of thousands of arms, grabbing randomly in the sky, not ready to let go of any of them.

It was also at this time that Si Yuanyou showed his power. He threw out his Chenghuang seal, activated the vast incense power, and turned it into a powerful magical power.

So, in the dark night that was about to darken, the light suddenly shone brightly, like thousands of sharp swords, shooting in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the darkness melted, the ghost energy dissipated, and the terrifying ghost beast let out a shrill howl, opened its mouth again and spit out the Rising Sun Ghost City directly.

The strong wind swept, the sky and the earth rolled upside down, and after finally stabilizing the ghost city, Si Yuanyou finally breathed a sigh of relief with a pale face.

He looked up and found that at least one-tenth of his million ghost army had been lost.

This was a heartbreaking loss for Si Yuanyou. He couldn't help but twitch his mouth, but looking into the distance, his eyes became more determined.

He took out the Yintu compass again, fiddled with it a few times, and determined the direction. Then, the army set out again, mighty and surging.

It was hard to say how much loss he would suffer along the way, but this was the request of Xuanzhen Palace, and he had to do it.

…

At the same time, outside Baisha City, in the Xuanzhen Palace Taoist temple, in the Patriarch Hall.

Today, the Patriarch Hall had a rare large number of people, each busy, but the atmosphere seemed depressing.

In front of the tablet of Xuanzhen Laodao, there was another tablet, but it was covered with red cloth, and Feng Yan sat on the cushion under the tablet.

He was dressed more formally today. The red robe was obviously tailor-made for him. Even though he was old, he looked majestic and noble.

He wore a nine-color glazed crown on his head, held an eight-sided Han sword in his left hand, held a soul-binding pagoda in his right hand, stepped on a ghost-suppressing atlas, and had a ghost-collecting bag, a gold-coin sword, and a soul-binding lock around his waist.

As for the things in front and behind him, there were lotus lamps, ghost-beating whips, ghost-exorcising copper coins, ghost-suppressing stones, and other objects. Finally, they were tied with a red rope and tied to Feng Yan's little finger.

It should be said that one's own people are one's own people. When Si Yuanyou conferred the title of ghost god, Chu Zhou personally helped, but he only contributed a ghost city.

It was Feng Yan's turn. Almost everything on his body was a Shinto magic weapon!

Even outside the Patriarch Hall, a huge pile of firewood has been piled up on the terrace outside.

Beside the firewood pile, there is a lifelike paper ghost city, as well as paper guards, slaves, maids, carriages, weapons, armor, and even cooks!

All of these were purchased from Wanxian City at a huge cost by Xuanzhen Palace, and almost all of them were utensils that had been offered to the gods.

As long as they were burned, they would fall into the Yintu, and they could be driven and used immediately, which was quite convenient.

At this time, in the hall, in addition to the busy disciples, there were also acquaintances.

The old Taoist Qingjing and Zhongli Linghui stood there, their expressions were dim, and they were faintly sad.

As the first batch of elders in Xuanzhen Palace, their relationship was still good, but on this day, Feng Yan was going to die here and his soul would return to the Yintu, so they were naturally a little sad.

Feng Yan, on the other hand, didn't care at all. He laughed and said, "Can you two stop acting like little girls? You're just adding to the jokes."

"Thinking back to the time when we were in the martial arts world, we were exposed to all kinds of hardships and we might die any day, but we were not afraid. What are we afraid of now?"

"Besides, shouldn't we be satisfied that we have followed Palace Master Chu to this day and have achieved what we have today?"

"Besides, although I am dead, my soul is not annihilated. Who knows, one day when I am happy, I will come to you in my dream to drink tea?"

"Also, you are not young anymore. You all entered the Tao late, so it's hard to say whether you can become immortals. In the end, I'm afraid you will have to follow the path of the gods like me."

"I am just giving you a glimpse of the way. By then, you may all follow me!"

Seeing that Feng Yan really didn't care and could still make jokes and look forward to the future, it diluted a lot of the dull atmosphere.

Zhongli Linghui and Taoist Qingjing also spoke up one after another, chatting and laughing with Feng Yan.

This harmonious atmosphere was interrupted until a disciple stepped closer.

He opened his mouth several times to speak, but nothing came out until Feng Yan asked: "But the time has come?"

"Yes, elder!"

"In that case, let's get started."

Feng Yan looked around, looked at his two old friends again, smiled slightly, and said casually: "I'll go first!"

Zhongli Linghui and Taoist Qingjing looked solemn, tidied their clothes, bowed, and said: "Congratulations to my old friend on his ascension to the god!!!"

"Congratulations to the elder on his ascension to the god!"

This was the unanimous congratulations of all the disciples.

Feng Yan nodded, and first took a long breath.

This breath was very long, as if he wanted to absorb all the atmosphere of the world, the beauty of the world, but when he exhaled again, it was like a torrent, and his drooping head could never be raised again.

Feng Yan shook his heart meridians very cleanly, and felt a huge suction coming, as if he fell into an abyss, falling continuously.

His body was tied with a string of red ropes, hanging with seventeen or eighteen kinds of Shinto magic tools, which made him look extremely heavy, dragging him down faster and faster.

It was not until he fell into a gloomy world that he slowed down, but it was limited, and finally fell hard on the ground.

Boom!

Smoke and dust rose up, Feng Yan felt dizzy, his consciousness was drowsy, and there were little stars in front of his eyes.

But before he could recover, a fierce ghost rushed over and turned into a cold and gloomy wind, about to freeze him to death.

However, Feng Yan did not need to move, the nine-color glazed crown on his head burst into light and directly blocked the gloomy wind.

Then the eight-sided Han sword in his left hand attacked, and with that one shot, the soul body was already damaged. Finally, the Soul Gathering Pagoda took a shot and directly suppressed it.

Only then did Feng Yan feel better. He stood up shakily and felt that he was dragging a lot of heavy objects on his body.

Those were the magic tools of Shinto tied to him with red ropes. In fact, one or two of them were nothing, but there were so many of them that they formed such a weight that almost crushed him to death.

He shook his head again, and Feng Yan's vision became much clearer. He looked up and found that he seemed to have fallen into a cemetery.

The cemetery in Yintu can be regarded as the home of ghosts. In the center of a large group of cemeteries, it is naturally surrounded by a group of evil spirits.

These evil spirits looked at Feng Yan greedily, not only because of the fresh souls, but also because those magic tools of Shinto were all shining and colorful, and they were good treasures at a glance.

Seeing a group of evil spirits eager to try, Feng Yan was not panicked at all, but raised the Soul Gathering Pagoda high, and all the evil spirits were sucked in wherever the blooming light covered.

Then, he shook and shook, and released it again. All the evil spirits knelt on one knee, lowered their heads, and made a gesture of submission.

Feng Yan ignored them, but found a high ground, climbed up, and looked around.

At this time, he found that there was a river on one side of the cemetery. It was chaotic and countless soul fragments were floating.

This is the Santu River!

The river from the Yintu to the netherworld is filled with residual soul fragments. Even if it was not before, it would be fine if it fell into it.

Of course, there will be boats on the Santu River. They are ferrymen's boats that can ferry ghosts into the netherworld, but they need to pay a little price.

Feng Yan made a decision when he saw this river, so he took a group of evil spirits without hesitation and rushed to the Santu River.

Then, he searched in the ghost bag for a long time, and finally took out a flag and inserted it into the ground fiercely.

But when the flag was fluttering and rustling, a divine light rose and rushed into the sky.

The banner has been raised, so we have a legitimate reason to do so!

From now on, this piece of Yin land belongs to him. Anyone who dares to say it is not his will have to step over his corpse!

So, the wind and clouds gathered, and countless evil ghosts and wronged souls within thousands of miles raised their heads and looked from afar.

After a moment, they rushed to the distance like crazy.

…

Human world, Xuanzhen Palace, Patriarch Hall.

Feng Yan is dead, and the red silk on the tablet at the top is also unveiled. Taoist Qingjing and Zhongli Linghui took the lead and added three sticks of incense.

This incense is a standard merit incense. The smoke from the burning only rises to three feet and disappears into nothingness.

Then there are the disciples of Xuanzhen Palace. As long as they have not gone out, they have to come here to worship devoutly.

In fact, from this point of view, Feng Yan and Si Yuanyou are different. Si Yuanyou is a standard city god, and he receives incense from the Dongtian people.

Feng Yan is mainly worshipped in Xuanzhen Palace, and he follows the path of the Taoist guardian god.

Although they also receive incense from the human world, they have more freedom as a Taoist.

Outside the ancestral hall, the bonfire has been lit. First, the paper ghost city was thrown into it. The flames jumped and burned the paper outline and wooden frame clean.

Then came the soldiers, soldiers, cavalry, weapons, armor, crossbows, arrows...

In short, everything that can be used for fighting must be burned first.

These paper-made things stained with Shinto incense are not just for show, and can also solve Feng Yan's dilemma that no one can do it.

As for slaves, maids and the like, they are naturally thrown last.

At the same time, in the Yintu, a city has gradually appeared from virtual to real.

However, that takes some time. What appeared faster was many soldiers. They formed a train team, with the Santu River as their back, and faced the enemy on three sides.

And Feng Yan ran around everywhere, inserting one Shinto magic weapon after another into the ground, and connected them with red lines to form a formation.

At this moment, Feng Yan also felt the power of the incense transmitted from the dark, which merged into his body, making him stronger and faster, and his ghost body was almost visible to the naked eye.

At this time, before he finished, there was already a sound of ghosts and wolves howling between heaven and earth.

The leaden clouds were heavy, the wind was gusting, and there was ghost energy coming from all directions. There were already countless ghosts and ghosts coming to kill.

But just when the battle was about to break out, the space suddenly twisted, and a ghost city appeared not far away.

Although it looked a little tattered, the hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers around still showed a majestic atmosphere, and the two words "rising sun" were even more dazzling.

Si Yuanyou flew out of the ghost city. Although he was disheveled and a little embarrassed, his demeanor was not reduced.

He looked around, breathed a sigh of relief, and met Feng Yan's gaze.

"Brother Feng, am I not too late?"

Feng Yan laughed: "Not too late, not too late, to be exact, just right!"

"In this battle, I still have to rely on you, brother, to help me with all your strength!"

"Okay, okay, I will do my best."

"Then, let's fight!"

"Let's fight!"

The evil ghosts and wronged souls from all directions could no longer hold back, so the Yintu started another battle.

So, the second time, the enfeoffment of ghosts and gods began from here!

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