Hearing Fang Zhiyi's words, the rat demon Xiaobai looked completely bewildered. It had never heard of this thing, but its instincts told it that this entity was extremely fierce. As a demon, its first thought was to flee, but it was obviously too late.
"Red and White Clash, is it very troublesome?" Xiaobai's eyes constantly darted left and right. The two processions were getting closer, and it figured that since Fang Zhiyi knew what this thing was, he must have a way to deal with it!
Fang Zhiyi and Xiaobai were almost in sync, his eyes also darting back and forth as he explained, "The Red Clash is a bride who died a tragic death on her wedding day, while the White Clash is a young man who drowned. Moreover, the time of death is usually right at noon, and the places where they died are lands of great peril. The extreme collision of great joy and great sorrow forms this Red and White Clash. However, this is just a legend from ancient texts, after all, so many elements must come together without a single one missing."
"But it cannot be ruled out that someone deliberately orchestrated these two tragedies to create the deadly trap of the Red and White Clash."
Xiaobai suddenly felt a bit of admiration. "Daoist Master, you can handle it, right?"
"Handle my ass!" Fang Zhiyi was also a bit frustrated. Who knew they would encounter something so fierce right after leaving Jiang Town! "Let me put it this way, even the fiercest ghost you've ever seen would get slapped a few times if it came here today!"
"They, they are coming over." Although Xiaobai was a demon, it was already trembling uncontrollably. The thick murderous aura even made it feel suffocated. Its human disguise gradually faded, reverting back into a large gray rat.
Fang Zhiyi slowly arched his back, suddenly grabbing his bamboo basket with one hand and the rat demon with the other. "Run!"
The two processions had already merged together, the red festivity and the white sorrow blending so naturally.
Fang Zhiyi only felt his ears filled with the sounds of suona horns, gongs, drums, as well as laughter and crying. It almost sounded like a 3D surround sound effect.
"Oh oh oh oh, Daoist Master, they, they..." The rat demon pointed desperately at something.
Fang Zhiyi turned his head and went numb. He didn't know when, but he was already standing right in the middle of the two processions, as if he had never run away at all.
Now those people were very close to him, so close that he could clearly see their black lips.
"Coming for me?" Fang Zhiyi cursed and instinctively prepared to bite the tip of his tongue, but he suddenly stopped his movement and turned to look at the terrified Xiaobai.
"Hey, rat."
"Ah ah? Ah? Daoist Master, I, I'm here!" Xiaobai was almost crying from fear.
"You rats, foxes, and weasels all need to ask mortals for titles, right?"
"Ah? Yes."
"Come on, ask me for a title!"
The rat demon looked at Fang Zhiyi with a bitter face. "Daoist Master, what use is asking for a title now? Besides, my cultivation isn't high enough. If I force it..."
"Cut the crap, do you want to live or die?"
"Live!"
"Ask! Hurry up!"
Xiaobai could already see the curtain of the large red bridal sedan chair being slowly lifted by a pale hand, and Fang Zhiyi also saw the lid of the black coffin being pushed up by something.
The noisy sounds of crying and laughing constantly assaulted them.
Even Fang Zhiyi felt his emotions fluctuating wildly. Feelings of ecstasy and sorrow continuously flooded his brain, causing his eyes to turn somewhat red.
"Hurry up!"
Xiaobai closed its eyes. "Daoist Master, do I look like a human or a god!"
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath and shouted fiercely, "I see you as the Illustrious Sage Erlang Shen!"
Hearing Fang Zhiyi's words, Xiaobai was completely dumbfounded.
You can't play like this! Although it didn't understand much, a far more terrifying feeling surged into its brain. It was doomed!
Fang Zhiyi grabbed Xiaobai. "Little Hei!!"
Although dumbfounded, Xiaobai couldn't help but say, "Daoist Master, my name is Xiaobai..."
Just then, a dark cloud floated overhead, covering the moonlight in the blink of an eye. The Red and White Clash also stopped their movements simultaneously, and those pale-faced figures all looked up at the same time.
Following that, a fierce bolt of heavenly lightning struck down!
Fang Zhiyi swore he hadn't been struck by lightning in a long time, and the power of this bolt was even more exaggerated than the ones that had struck him before! It was conceivable that the gods of this world had even mastered the laws of the Heavenly Dao!
The hoarse screams were drowned out in the intense lightning.
When the rat demon Xiaobai tremblingly opened its eyes, it was pleasantly surprised to find that it was actually fine!
"Oh oh oh oh! Daoist Master, you are too awesome!!! Daoist Master?"
Fang Zhiyi's ears were ringing.
The lightning just now was different from the bolt that struck the weasel before; it struck a full nine times!
He slowly looked up. Little Hei was cursing up a storm. Fortunately, the fact that Little Hei could still curse meant it could withstand it.
Looking around, the Red and White Clash had long since disappeared. On the ground that was previously full of people, only some fine fragments were left, it was unknown what they were.
The rat demon transformed back into human form.
At this moment, its admiration for Fang Zhiyi was beyond words! This Daoist actually used the title of a great deity to respond to its request for a title, and he even forcefully withstood those nine powerful bolts of heavenly lightning! Although it didn't feel anything special itself, just withstanding the heavenly lightning made Fang Zhiyi's image in its heart grow much taller.
Is this a human? No! This is a god!
"Daoist Master, from now on I will follow your lead! If you say go east, I will absolutely not go west! If you say catch a dog, I will absolutely not chase a chicken!"
"Fuck, cut the crap and give me a hand." Fang Zhiyi rubbed his ears.
But his eyes were shining brightly.
Little Hei floated down, its mouth still full of defiance.
"Next time you want to play self-destruct, can you discuss it with me in advance? You almost got me struck to death!"
The Daoist temple on Longtou Mountain welcomed a guest. Xiaobai absolutely refused to go inside. After all, it was a demon, and it was still very afraid of places like Daoist temples.
There was only one old Daoist and two disciples in the temple. They were somewhat surprised by Fang Zhiyi's arrival.
One must know that in this day and age, there are very few people willing to seek out a Daoist temple deep in the mountains and forests.
When he saw Fang Zhiyi place a whole bamboo basket of talismans in front of them and ask them to process them a bit, the old Daoist was stunned.
"These talismans... drawn in one stroke, an expert... I wonder which fellow Daoist drew them?"
Fang Zhiyi pointed at himself.
"You, from which sect did you learn?"
"Self-taught!"
The old Daoist gasped. "Little friend, you have extraordinary talent. Would you consider becoming a disciple under this old Daoist..."
"Save your breath, let's just go through the procedure. Can you figure out a way to process these talismans I drew, Daoist Master? Consider it for the sake of the common people."
"This..." The old Daoist was a bit bewildered. He hadn't quite figured out what kind of operation this was.
Little Hei pounded its left and right fists together. "After all that, you just want them to pass through their hands after processing, and then they can be used?"
"Nonsense, white-labeling is still a brand!"
The old Daoist looked Fang Zhiyi up and down, then waved his hand and shook his head after a moment.
"They won't give you authorization," Little Hei laughed.
Fang Zhiyi spat at Little Hei, then turned his head. "Fifty percent is too much, how about forty percent? If you don't want to do it, I'll find another place."
"Wait? Raising a hand means fifty percent?" Little Hei was shocked.
Seeing that Fang Zhiyi was really about to leave, the old Daoist suddenly widened his eyes. "Forty percent it is! Deal!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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