Chapter Seventy-Three: Meritorious Deed of Protecting the Soul Body

  At the beginning of the new year, the temples in various places are particularly crowded with incense, and many gods in the two counties have spiritual responses, so there are countless ordinary people who come to pray for blessings. The rolling power of faith flows into the void in the three counties and enters Pan Hao's divine soul, nourishing the City God position of Futianguo. The City God position of Futianguo is faintly visible, slowly condensing thread by thread.

  In the Purple Mansion, his divine soul sat in meditation, with red lotus flowers blooming beneath his feet. Behind him, a golden light slowly rose and transformed into a golden sun that illuminated the nine-foot space of the Purple Mansion, appearing majestic, sacred, and dignified.

  This is the Golden Wheel of Fortune, born from the proliferation of Jin Guang's divine power. The Golden Wheel has been nourished by Pan Hao's accumulated merits and virtues, becoming increasingly extraordinary in material quality. Pan Hao couldn't help but think of the "Merit Divine Artifact" mentioned in his past life, which could kill living beings without being bound by karma. Now that the Golden Wheel was being nurtured by merit, it was also evolving in this direction. Pan Hao placed great importance on the divine powers born from Bai Lian's true solution, because these divine powers were all accompanied by an increase in one's cultivation level and naturally should not be underestimated.

  Suddenly, the Book of Life and Death in Shen Hun's soul trembled slightly, and a message was transmitted into Pan Hao's soul. Pan Hao's soul thoughts moved slightly, and then his eyes revealed an extraordinary color.

  Shen Hun rose from Shen Lian and stepped out. Ripples emerged in space, and then Pan Hao's Shen Hun disappeared inside the Purple Mansion.

  In the dark and lightless underworld, a city wall rises abruptly from the ground, enveloped in a faint red glow that blocks the invasion of the yin wind. In the dim underworld, this city wall is a divine light in the darkness of night, although it is vague, but very eye-catching.

  In the Yama Temple of the underworld, Pan Hao suddenly appeared in official attire.

  "What's going on?" Pan Hao stood in front of the seat in the center of the grand hall, his eyes piercing as he gazed at the crowd below.

  "Sir! There's a ghostly aura south of the Netherworld, and I've found several spirits with residual divine consciousness." Yang Shan stepped forward, speaking to Pan Hao in a respectful tone.

  "Come on up!" Pan Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but think of the few yin souls at the bottom of the well in Jinshui County. According to the rules of this world, ordinary mortals would fall into the Yellow Spring, where their soul memories would be slowly ground away, transformed into true spirit imprints, and then reincarnated. But what about these foreign ghost spirits?

  "It's an adult, bring him up!" Yang Shan replied respectfully to Pan Hao and then shouted at the ghostly messenger behind him.

  Soon, three tattered and pale ghosts with a faint aura of ghostliness and a hint of transparency were brought up.

  "We've seen the master!" Two of them, as soon as they saw Pan Hao on the seat, their eyes lit up and their confused minds slightly cleared. They hastily stepped forward to pay their respects to Pan Hao.

  But among them, there was one who looked completely expressionless, with a bewildered and lost appearance.

  "Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng!" The two ghosts beside him called out in low voices, with one of them even waving its hand, but still to no avail.

  "It seems that Brother Zheng's soul memory has been lost almost completely!" One of the middle-aged men, who was tall and had a loyal face, clasped his hands and said to Pan Hao.

  "Hmm! Do you guys remember how you ended up in the underworld?" Pan Hao's eyes scanned, naturally knowing that the wooden ghost among them had been severely damaged by the yin wind, losing his memory and even his soul body was extremely unstable, making him the weakest of the three.

  "It's only natural, I and Chen Ge and Zheng Ge are all destined to die of old age, and our souls ended up in the underworld for some unknown reason. This underworld is a place where cold winds blow every day, year after year. We originally had golden light surrounding our bodies, but under the blowing of the cold wind, it slowly dispersed. The three of us met and have been supporting each other until now. If not for the appearance of the land office, I'm afraid we would have already scattered into nothingness!" Another man with a gentle face, wearing a short stature, couldn't help but sigh to Pan Hao.

  "A golden light envelops?" Pan Hao's eyes shone brightly, two rays of divine light shot out, sweeping across the bodies of the three ghostly spirits. "So that's how it is, their merits are supporting and protecting them."

  Pan Hao's divine eyes distinguished the residual yellow aura of the three people's souls, which was indeed the aura of merit, but Pan Hao felt a slight difference from the merit he had obtained. It was puzzling.

  "Alright, you can go rest first!" Pan Hao felt that they were not lying, and with a wave of his large sleeve, three red lights shot down and landed on the bodies of the three ghosts. The three ghosts' bodies instantly radiated divine light, and their originally weak and fragile souls quickly condensed, while a set of comfortable and well-fitting long shirts appeared on the three people's bodies. The three people's spirits changed in an instant, no longer as dispirited as when they had just arrived.

  "Thank you, sir!" The two were overjoyed, feeling the soul body that was once again filled with energy. They hastily pulled aside the wooden and lifeless-eyed man to bow in gratitude. Then they retreated.

  "What can be seen, adults?" Yang Shan's eyes narrowed as he watched the three leave. As a god, he naturally knew some of the rules of this world and had also used his divine power to intercept many followers.

  "It's still unclear, but I think it has something to do with karma!" Pan Hao said in a deep voice, his eyes gleaming with a profound light. Without lingering any further, his spirit soared into the sky and disappeared into the underworld.

  Yang Shi, Song Fu of Rong Prefecture.

  Pan Hao's clone sat cross-legged on the large bed, with a thread of white true energy circulating within his body through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. The true energy was slowly growing as it flowed. Suddenly, in the void above, a red river appeared above Pan Hao's clone's head, flowing from the void and pouring continuously into Pan Hao's clone's Tianlinggai.

  "Boom!" The divine power river entered the body, quickly wrapping up that weak true energy, and at the same time flowing into the meridians of the entire body. The divine power rumbled inside the meridians, transforming into a powerful torrent, rushing through the meridians. Bang! The meridians were impacted by such intense divine power, bursting and swelling one after another. The meridians became like tattered cloth, torn to shreds.

  "Hmm!" Pan Hao's clone let out a muffled groan, and a sharp pain appeared in his body. However, the divine power that had just been destroyed was quickly repairing and expanding the meridians, helping the clone to clear the blocked meridians throughout his body and lay the foundation for his martial arts skills.

  A faint greyish-white aura rose slowly from the top of Pan Hao's clone, revealing an aura of decay and senility. As this aura was emitted, a faint foul-smelling black substance also flowed out of the pores on his body, which were impurities in the body. The divine power circulated within his body, constantly expelling these impurities, and Pan Hao's entire body was being cleansed by the divine power.

  Boom, the body shook, and his eyes opened. A faint white lotus flower flashed by. Pan Hao's clone slowly stood up, boom, a spark of divine power burst out from his meridians, transforming into fierce flames that enveloped his entire body. Suddenly, Pan Hao's clone shuddered, the flames dispersed into thin air, and at the same time, the foul-smelling grime on his body was also burned away completely.

  Pan Hao's skin suddenly became crystal clear, and his meridians were all connected. In one step, he reached the level of Pan Hao's previous life in several decades. The clone put on clothes, and instantly a man with a face like jade and eyes like cold stars appeared.

  "Squeak!" Pan Hao's figure split open the door and walked out with his head held high.

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