Chapter 1 A Beginning

One is the Meng family, wealthy and powerful, high above, connected to the Yin realms.

The other is the impoverished and forgotten Stone Box Village of Lao Yin Mountain.

But why would such bizarre yet similar things appear between these two?

As soon as Hu Ma realized this, he felt a shock to his mind, countless questions arose. But at this moment, the hunched Village Chief, who had slowly stood up, suddenly opened his mouth wide.

*Hulala!* A mass of black air spewed out of his mouth, vaguely revealing countless wronged souls, instantly filling the entire village.

The guardian stood fixed between the altars, using his body as a ward. The entire village was filled with the power of the altars that Hu Ma could borrow. But this group of resentful souls seemed to possess the power to shake the entire altar, causing a series of tearing and exploding sounds.

The yin energy in this village was already far heavier than he had seen anywhere else. Now it was even more ferocious, and even Hu Ma's incantations could no longer suppress them.

For a time, all that could be seen in the sky were eerie and joyful faces, and countless little ghosts stretched out their hands excitedly, desperately reaching out to Hu Ma as if wanting to embrace him.

*喀!*

At this moment, Hu Ma felt the surrounding air become several times heavier, and a suffocating depression enveloped his whole body. But he had no time to do anything else, so he quickly took out a section of candle from his sleeve and placed it in front of himself.

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Outside the air, there was a crackling sound. Even though his eyes could see nothing, he still felt like some kind of powerful and strange force was rolling behind him.

The opponent should not be a physical entity, but just a shadow. However, the bone staff stabbing towards him was solid and terrifying, with a chilling yin energy. It possessed the power of the guardian turning into a corpse, and stabbed straight at his back.

As for Hu Ma himself, he was expressionless. He sat down again, the dharma image behind him did not disappear with the sitting action. He continued to chant incantations, but his face was cold. He pinched a magic seal with both hands and pointed forward.

But when the candlelight illuminated Hu Ma's face, the behemoth rushing towards Hu Ma inexplicably froze in mid-air amidst the rising flames, as if it had forgotten to pounce on Hu Ma.

Then, he took a step forward and threw a solid punch.

It was precisely the villagers' yin souls from the cursed village, who had already had their resentment dispelled and were freed from the influence of that strange thing.

To describe it, it was like a hard-earned pillar of Taoism was rapidly disappearing.

"Bah!"

"Grandma..."

"You have already harmed our family by preventing us from leaving. Now, do you want to harm us from becoming immortals?"

Looking closely, one could even see a vague shadow on each stone tablet, looking like Grandma, chanting along with him to dispel the gloomy and light resentment here.

"This kind of ghostly thing, and you still talk about becoming immortals? Are you serious?"

Hu Ma even saw that among the scattered gusts of yin wind, the Stone Box Village clan elder, with a livid face, was desperately shouting at him: "How bitter it is!"

Compared to the Seven Direction Suppressing Gate Stones that had trapped it for ten years, it instinctively felt that Hu Ma was stronger. In addition, Hu Ma was the seventh ward and the key to the altar. So, it still chose Hu Ma.

Facing the thing that was pouncing over, he didn't dodge or evade, treating that strange and ferocious thing as nothing. However, he had already lit a fire starter in his hand, approached the candle, and lit it.

But it seemed to have not expected that Hu Ma, facing the staff it had stabbed over, would actually stand up proactively. With a deep roar, the soul light on his body spread out, and he transformed into a Hu Ma with a blue face and fangs, eight *zhang* tall, above Hu Ma's head.

Of course, running off course is running off course. But is it effective?

How should I put it?

It's not that it's not okay, but it's a bit of a feeling. This grandson is still running off course.

In the village, whether it was the wandering resentful souls or the huge hunched figure deep in the village, they were all rapidly dissolving and evaporating with resentment under the incantation.

"Finally willing to tear off the skin?"

That is...

The surrounding wind disappeared for a moment, leaving only Hu Ma's incantations, echoing towards the surrounding stone tablets, and then echoing back into the village.

Grandma, in these past few years, I have also learned some skills. You don't need to use your remaining mana to help me...

Correspondingly, there is also inviting yang thunder, which is even more powerful and fierce. It requires a pure yang body to cast. However, inviting yang thunder is unforgiving and easily scatters the opponent's soul and spirit, while the consumption of one's own Taoism is extremely exaggerated.

At this moment, it looked less like a human and more like a soft, white, wet mud. Or rather, just a piece of living *taisuixierou*, supported by the clan elder and a few clansmen's yin thunder to be active in this world.

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Of course, when Diguashao buys people's lives, no one can resist him or even notice it. But this thing was clearly fierce to the extreme. Although the yin thunder falling from its body became less and less, the remaining part began to become more flexible.

As the villagers' yin souls fell from its body, the huge hunched figure had become even more hunched and decadent, and was getting smaller and smaller. This thing had been nurtured in the cursed village for a full ten years before it barely took shape. Now, it was rapidly dissipating.

Although Hu Ma's altar mana was protecting it and it would not be blown out by the surrounding chaotic yin wind, it was only burning normally, appearing insignificant.

Hu Ma took the opportunity to continue chanting the dispelling incantation. As the wisps of white resentment disappeared, the yin energy on its body was no longer so strong. It even began to have pure yin thunder falling from its body, one after another.

However, on the face of the clan elder who was crying and begging, a look of resentment appeared. Seeming to feel the approaching crisis, he suddenly roared and mustered his remaining strength, rushing straight towards Hu Ma.

After a slight delay, that mouthful of wronged souls had already reached him, desperately squeezing the surrounding air.

Hu Ma was slightly shocked, and hurriedly looked around, seeing gusts of dust spreading. The seven stone tablets standing around the village had cracked, already on the verge of complete collapse.

As expected, the dispelling incantation had a great impact on this thing. As the yin thunder on its body fell, it was becoming more and more unable to support itself, and its body had already begun to collapse.

And precisely at this time, Grandma's incantation had disappeared, as if Grandma had also been shaken and her expression was strange:

After being struck by Hu Ma's punch and the rolling yin bodies, the huge body of the hunched figure also showed signs of subtle collapse.

A strong smell of blood poured down from above, filling his nostrils, causing an instinctive terror to arise.

But at this moment, Hu Ma suddenly raised his head and stared at it, not dodging or evading. His heart was filled with cold determination: But I have dealt with things more powerful than you.

...

Invite the altar spirit.

While it was pouncing over, it was still constantly wriggling, forcefully pulling the yin souls that had just fallen from its body into its own body.

It sounded like it was everywhere, sacred and solemn.

The counterintuitive scene appeared. Clearly, the ferocious clan elder only needed to pounce straight forward to knock Hu Ma to the ground. But as the candlelight lit up, he froze in place, as if the bean-sized candlelight was blocking him out.

Hu Ma's divine light dispelling incantation was somewhat like using Diguashao's paper money to buy the lives of living people for this thing.

While thinking, he continued chanting the incantation and stood up directly.

Hu Ma heard the voice, and a subtle feeling stirred in his heart, gently rippling.

The Seven Direction Suppressing Gate Stones, plus Hu Ma, seven wards. Breaking through any one of them was equivalent to escaping the cage.

In an instant, he smashed the crutch that the hunched figure had stabbed over into pieces. The scattered bones fell to the ground, accompanied by cries that made the eardrums numb.

After using these two moves in succession, Hu Ma had already retreated back into the altar. The chanting of the incantation never stopped for a moment. It could only be said that both methods were very decisive and neat. The two moves were seamlessly connected, but they spanned two different paths, giving people a strange feeling.

The candle was just lit, with only a bean-sized flame, containing no mana.

At the same time, the hunched old man, seeing that the yin energy was dispersed, had suddenly raised his crutch, as thick as a stone pillar, seemingly woven from withered bones, and stabbed it straight at Hu Ma, who was sitting in the middle of the village.

Whether it was the surrounding suppressing gate stones or Hu Ma in the middle of the altar, they were shaking violently. The incantation almost stopped, and several syllables in the middle were blurred and weak. But immediately afterwards, Hu Ma gritted his teeth again and continued chanting, and the incantation suddenly became much louder.

It was precisely the most powerful exorcism method that ghost walkers could master after entering the underworld.

The stirring in his heart made his eyes sore, but he said with a smile: If you are really here, I would rather you talk to me later.

As if another incantation overlapped with Hu Ma's incantation, instantly forcing back the resentful souls that had rushed behind him.

The huge hunched figure, who had just had his bone staff shattered and was faltering by the dharma image condensed by Hu Ma, was then submerged by the rolling yin bodies, and several large openings were torn in his body.

Those pure altar spirits trembled, sometimes turning into human figures, but they were indistinct and lost.

However, amidst those broken traces, a vague voice sounded, overlapping with Hu Ma's incantation, making the power of the incantation seem to double.

Hu Ma thought in his heart, his eyes staring fixedly at that thing.

The Seven Direction Suppressing Gate Stones were erected here by Grandma back then. Perhaps when erecting the stones, Grandma also chanted this incantation. The Seven Direction Suppressing Gate Stones have always existed, so the incantation remained, forming a resonance with himself who was chanting the incantation here ten years later.