Ji Xiang's expression turned cold.
Streams of extremely chilling and terrifying Yin energy coiled around. This Yin energy was not emitted by the living-dead ghosts. Ji Xiang looked around; the living people and the living-dead ghosts showed no abnormality. They were still enjoying themselves or working.
The Inner Scenery Divine Tablet showed no reaction.
Was it because it posed no threat to him?
"It's too familiar. This is the Yin spiritual energy of the Song Dynasty."
Back then, during the great chaos in Shuntian, the imperial city nearly fell into the underworld. The instigator was the Song Dynasty of the underworld. However, the grand formation that communicated between the Yin and Yang realms and conducted reverse reception had already been suppressed by Old Zhang with his lightning techniques. When a soaring expert made a move, under absolute power, there would be no unexpected occurrences.
"Besides that formation, what other methods did the Song Dynasty have to influence the Yang world from the underworld?"
Ji Xiang felt a slight unease and thus summoned Hu Xiao Shi.
At this moment, Hu Xiao Shi was buying ice pops on the street.
Ice pops, also known as ice cream, originated in the Song Dynasty. In winter, Song Dynasty people would take a basin of water, add sugar, some fruit juice, and fruit pectin, then place it outside to freeze. Once the entire basin of water froze, it would be transported to an ice cellar. The following summer, it would be cut into small pieces and sold in cold drink shops.
There was also a type of shaved ice, mixed with various dried fruits, consumed by sipping and eating.
Of course, all this ice was "clean and hygienic."
The little fox bought two ice pops on the street. Upon hearing Ji Xiang's call, she immediately ran over with a large pile of things. Suddenly, a tall figure stood in front of the little fox, reaching out to ask for the ice pops. The little fox naturally refused. The next moment, both ice pops disappeared.
Then, the little fox was pushed!
With a cry of "Ouch," the little fox fell to the ground. The tall figure vanished instantly, moving with extreme speed, not like a human but like an evil gust of wind. The little fox stood there, bewildered, looking at the ice pops she had just bought and not yet eaten, and began to curse loudly.
Even the surrounding people were drawn by the strange situation, pointing in the direction where the bizarre figure had disappeared.
"Where did this robber come from? Why steal someone's ice pops! If you don't have any, I can help you buy them. What right do you have to steal..."
Before the little fox could finish her grumbling, Ji Xiang grabbed her, radiating killing intent, and immediately rushed towards the direction the figure had disappeared!
"Ancestor? For, for an ice pop, it's not worth killing someone..."
The little fox was startled. Ji Xiang did not answer at all, because at this moment, a description appeared in the Inner Scenery Divine Tablet!
[Purple Pole Street Monster: Evil God Class (▊▋▊▋▊▋)! A strange evil god that appeared during the Song Dynasty, often begging for ice pops on the street. If refused, it would beat people, then snatch the ice pops and flee, smearing mud into their mouths and noses.]
[When the Purple Pole Street Monster appears, it often symbolizes the decline of righteous law. It will appear in desolate places. When righteous law is not flourishing, a large soapberry tree with fleshy tumors will appear out of nowhere.]
[It can be killed by nailing five large iron nails into the fleshy tumors of the large soapberry tree.]
The Taoist temple is in decline?
Gusu's Quanzhen Taoism still had considerable incense. The old lecher from that day was also a hidden recluse of the Taoist sect. Experts of the Huangting realm were roaming everywhere. On the streets, besides the living-dead ghosts, this was the first evil god monster that dared to appear directly.
Of course, what concerned Ji Xiang even more was its Song Dynasty tag and that extremely familiar censorship!
Was it a monster manipulated by the Song Dynasty, or an escaped evil god's shell that had slipped through?
"Since the Ming Dynasty, no such monster has been heard of."
Ji Xiang pursued forward and soon saw a large soapberry tree bleeding profusely. The surrounding houses seemed to have made way for it, leaving the center empty.
However, the Purple Pole Street Monster, which had just snatched the ice pops, was now nailed to the tree's fleshy tumors with five large nails. Blood flowed all over the ground, and the monster was already dead.
The little fox's mouth fell open as she looked at the two ice pops hanging from the large tree.
"It's dead?"
Ji Xiang pushed the large tree, and it immediately fell with a creak.
At this moment, in the distance ahead, there was a palace with flourishing incense, its red light soaring into the sky, unashamedly so.
"Not good. This looks like it's trying to lure me?"
Ji Xiang looked at the strangely prosperous palace ahead, then back at the street behind him.
There were not many people here. After leaving the bustling downtown and lacking extensive commercial activity, the lights gradually went out. For the common people, lamp oil was an expensive commodity, and they would save it if they could.
Therefore, in this residential area, there were only a few households still hanging lanterns. In front of two or three large courtyards, lanterns swayed. However, a chilling wind made the lanterns tremble, and the large door panels also looked much older and more weathered.
"Interesting. There's a problem here too?"
The palace in front clearly indicated a problem, while the residential houses beside and behind were also filled with Yin energy. There were no night watchmen on the street.
If there were Night Roaming God's boots at this moment, it would be possible to instantly identify where the problems and traps were.
Moving forward meant risking one's life; retreating also meant falling into an ambush.
Even the little fox felt the strangeness of the situation.
"Ancestor, who is targeting us? It's so eerie here. There are no souls around, not even those living-dead ghosts."
The fox was most knowledgeable about the netherworld and could sense things naturally. Therefore, whether it was a fox immortal or a fox demon, it could sense the existence of ghosts and monsters, including those living-dead ghosts. But in this place, there were neither souls nor living-dead ghosts.
There were many living-dead ghosts in Gusu City. According to records, to avoid disturbing the living, they would often gather in temples or some uninhabited haunted houses. But now, this area was so filled with Yin energy that even ghosts dared not reside there, let alone approach it.
Ji Xiang tossed a Five Thunder Divine Machine from his waist to the little fox, along with some lead pellets and black gunpowder.
"I want to see what's waiting for me here."
Ji Xiang raised another Five Thunder Divine Machine and fired a shot at a courtyard filled with extreme Yin energy!
Bang!
The smoke of the firearm filled the heavens and earth. Flames flashed, instantly igniting wishes and unleashing powerful might!
However, the firearms, which had always been effective, failed to shatter that door panel at this moment!
The door panel of the courtyard remained intact. Instead of bullet marks, countless "聻" characters gradually appeared on it!
Pale circles, these were paper money. Countless pieces of paper money flew through the heavens and earth, each bearing the character "聻"!
When a person dies, they become a ghost. When a ghost dies, they become a "聻"!
The little fox was startled, but Ji Xiang was filled with confusion.
"聻 is a character used to kill ghosts. It is what a ghost becomes after death, also known as a Yin Blade Ghost. Ordinary ghosts can harm human lives, but 聻 cannot harm humans, only ghosts. Therefore, it is often summoned by Taoist magic as a powerful curse ghost used to eliminate evil spirits."
"聻 is a divine spell for expelling evil and cleansing impurities. Why would it be written on paper money?"
Ji Xiang pondered for a moment and suddenly thought of a shocking possibility.
When people send paper money to ghosts, they must recite the names of the ghosts receiving the paper money. And this paper money... is it being sent by ghosts to 聻?
"This is truly interesting!"
Ji Xiang extended his hand, and a ferocious smiling ghost face appeared in his palm, striking the large door of the courtyard!
The秽迹金刚地狱印记 (Huì Jì Jīngāng Dìyù Yìnjì)!