Searching the Mountain and Subduing Demons

"......"

Based on all the blessings received over the past few days, if Zhang Wei were to summarize, regardless of which deity was being "worshipped," the blessings received were mostly focused on saving lives and were basic effects.

The difficulty of the dungeon proves this point.

If you don't go to the mine in Zhuqianlin where countless people have died, and you don't leave the village, Liujia Village, as a newcomer [silhouette], is a bit ridiculously difficult, but it's not impossible to survive.

At least based on Zhang Wei's current abilities, that's the case.

But the sudden appearance of this [Yazi Douyu Diagram] made him change his mind, which was originally intended to develop quietly.

In every respect, the Douyu Diagram certainly can't compare to the mystical arts and immortal techniques in legends and stories. But Zhang Wei isn't a descendant of God, nor is he a monkey born with extraordinary destiny. He's just an ordinary mortal; to obtain such a technique inspired by divine beasts is already incredibly fortunate!

Even if the Douyu Diagram has limitations, it is still a method, not a technique, much less a crooked or unorthodox folk remedy.

After reviewing the spell through his memory, Zhang Wei discovered its domineering nature.

In layman's terms, this is a magic technique that draws upon the essence of Yazi to kill demons and annihilate ghosts. It suppresses all evil spirits with absolute violence and malice, and even uses the power of evil spirits as its own aid.

Even the Qi Refining Techniques warn repeatedly that evil Qi, after being transformed by this technique, becomes more obedient and docile than a dog at home.

Once you have a beginning, you don't need to focus on cultivating and breaking through barriers to master the subsequent spells. You only need to focus on the word "kill" to grow stronger like a snowball!

Of course, the more ferocious the magic, the higher the requirements for one's physique or cultivation level, but this can't really be considered a limitation. After all, if you want to fight with a weapon, you need to have the strength to pick it up. You can't expect a newborn baby to wield an 81-pound crescent blade with great skill, can you?

This is illogical!

As for whether Zhang Wei can achieve a balance between his own growth and magical abilities... even setting aside his own efforts and the blessings from his ancestors, the sacrifices made to the Kitchen God alone would sustain him for a long time...

If before he was merely passively facing the enemy and actively seeking survival, then with this pure killing and fighting technique, it would seem a waste for Zhang Wei not to actively seek out demons and monsters to fight.

Not to mention, while familiarizing himself with the newly acquired techniques and thinking, Zhang Wei also noticed that the only constant mark on his body, [Ancestor's Gaze], was different from the pure white when he first entered [Silhouette]. Now, the pure white characters were tinged with a faint red.

The color red can be interpreted in two ways: as either inauspicious or auspicious.

Based on the information he currently has, Zhang Wei is more inclined to believe the latter explanation.

Even his only powerful backer encouraged him to do things and gave him a real reward, so what reason did Zhang Wei have to delay?

In a short while, the black and red yin energy that had surrounded Zhang Wei's body completely disappeared, leaving only pure red evil energy. It turned into a thin, almost transparent red cloth that overlapped with his outer garment and gradually disappeared.

"call......"

As Zhang Wei slowly let out a sigh of relief, he saw that on the hillside of the sunny slope not far away, blurry figures had now risen up in what was originally a dark place.

The temporary Yin-Yang eyes that Blind Wang had opened for him with willow leaves allowed Zhang Wei to see normally in the dark night, just like in daylight. He noticed the group of ghostly figures whose clothes were patched countless times but still looked pale and tattered. They were talking and laughing as they waved down the mountain. In just a moment, the dozen or so figures gradually faded away and finally turned into a wisp of golden-black-gray smoke that dissipated into the forest on the sunny slope.

Meanwhile, the ghostly figures that had been bound and left at the foot of the mountain inexplicably broke free of their restraints and drifted stiffly upwards as if pulled by something.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei tried to chase after him for a couple of steps, but was quickly stopped by Blind Wang who caught up from behind:

"Dog Egg, stop chasing!"

"Since the rest are no longer a nuisance to the living, let them go. Humans and ghosts are different; forcing them to stay wouldn't be good for anyone!"

As he spoke, Blind Wang sighed.

Although he was farther away from the group of ghosts than Zhang Wei, he was still able to vaguely recognize a few faces among them with his equally opened Yin-Yang Eyes.

Those people, nominally, are ancestors of Liu Family Village, belonging to the generation of Zhang Wei's great-grandfathers!

As the saying goes, emperors love their eldest sons, while common people love their youngest!

As people age, they develop a peculiar tendency to tire of the old and crave the new. Those with youngest sons cherish them more than anyone else, while those with eldest grandsons value them more than the rest of the family. In a sense, the younger generation in their grandparents' homes is practically wielding absolute power, getting whatever they want within their means!

But the words came back again.

The elderly's doting on their children and grandchildren is without reason. Similarly, after the death of the elderly, that doting does not disappear with the passing of life. Instead, it can turn into a kind of unfounded resentment!

Once upon a time, Blind Wang heard his master tell a story: when an elderly person in a family was about to pass away, they told their grandson, "Grandma loves you so much. Remember to spend time with Grandma when the time comes!"

The grandson didn't take it seriously. After seeing his beloved grandmother suffer from illness for months and finally make a request, and since she didn't mention anything in particular, he agreed without even thinking.

This sowed the seeds of future disaster.

On the day of the funeral, the coffin could not be carried out no matter what. Even though Wang the Blind Man's master tried every means to send the body to the cemetery, the body still returned home that night, and this went on for several days.

The master didn't say how it was handled in the end, but the result was that the old man and the grandson's biological father both died of illness within a year of each other and were buried in the ancestral grave. The grandson who had rashly answered didn't live to a ripe old age either. He died suddenly in his thirties after having two sons and a daughter!

Of course, Blind Wang had no doubt that with Zhang Wei's abilities, these wronged souls couldn't do anything to him.

But just because he can withstand these things doesn't mean the people in Liujia Village can ignore them. It's easy to get rid of vengeful ghosts, but difficult to eliminate blood ties. If these ghosts get too desperate and resort to some insidious evil tricks, even the most powerful immortals and the Taoist priests from the mountains would have to frown and shake their heads.

"Then we won't pursue it!"

Zhang Wei wasn't someone who wouldn't listen to advice, especially since he had indeed felt a prickling sensation on his back when he tried to chase after him, as if something terrible, unpredictable would happen if he did.

Seeing that he was not insisting, Blind Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

By the way, while the number of demons and monsters in these surrounding villages isn't enormous, it's not insignificant either. There's no need to get bogged down in a fight with a bunch of ghosts.