Chapter 63: Virtue Surrounds the Body

  Qingyu County Castle, Pan Mansion.

  In the study, Pan Hao's eyes were fixed on a scroll on the table. The back of the scroll was deep red with mysterious and noble symbols embossed on it. The entire scroll emitted a faint red glow, and the scene displayed on it was surprisingly that of the Zhang family ancestral hall.

  "So that's how it is! No wonder he can become an ancestral spirit!" Pan Hao thought to himself secretly. In his previous life, in a world where the Tao was perfect, there were many people who, due to their merits or some other reason, lingered in the underworld after death and formed roots there. Through the incense offerings of their descendants, they could gather the family's luck and even briefly interfere with the luck of their later generations, allowing them to pass through certain calamities.

  The ancestral hall is a place where the spirits of ancestors and the living communicate, so every family will set up an ancestral hall. These ancestral halls not only allow people to reminisce about their ancestors but also gather the family's fortune, making it prosperous and bringing good luck and longevity.

  However, in this world where the divine path has not been established, although the bones of ancestors can also affect the fortune of their descendants, and ancestral halls can gather the fortune of a family. But it is difficult for ancestral spirits to be preserved, once they die, their souls will be led by the ghost messenger, and directly absorbed into the underworld, washing away the memories of their souls, returning to their true spirit, and reincarnating again.

  "It seems that someone has chosen the location of Yongping County's city god!" Pan Hao said with a faint smile.

  Pan Haixin's mind stirred, and the picture scroll transformed into a red light that was drawn back into his Zifu Shen Hun.

  "Excuse me, sir!" Not long after the departure of Huai Shu Jing from the Zhang family ancestral hall, a young man wearing a white Confucian robe, with a white jade crown on his head, a purple sash around his waist, and an air of refinement and nobility about him, suddenly appeared in front of the hall.

  "Huh? You are!" The man wearing a straight, long-sleeved blue robe was startled and turned his head to look at the young master who had appeared in front of the door. Within a hundred feet around him, he could sense everything, so how did this young man manage to escape his senses and appear here?

  "Sir, won't you come in and sit down?" Pan Hao said with a calm smile to the astonished man.

  "Of course, I don't know where you're from, but you seem a bit familiar!" The man in green clothes looked at him and saw that Pan Hao actually dared to enter. In his heart, he was not afraid either. Inside the ancestral hall, it was his own domain, and the incense and divine power were at his disposal.

  "Haha, young master!" Pan Hao waved his sleeve and walked in.

  "Hush!" The man in the green robe waved his large sleeve, and two big chairs and a table appeared. On the table was a pot of clear tea, along with two small celadon cups.

  Pan Haixin's heart moved, and he understood the changes within. It turned out that he had used his will to wrap these things up inside, and only dispersed his will when using them, revealing them, which was a different idea altogether.

  "Please sit down, young master!" The man in green also slightly relaxed his guard at this time, extending an invitation for Pan Hao to take a seat. His movements and actions were extremely elegant and courteous, with the demeanor of a refined gentleman.

  Pan Haowen clasped his hands and sat down: "Sir, you have a halo of virtue around you. You must have been a man of great moral character in your past life. I don't know how to address you?"

  "It's embarrassing to say, my name is Zhang Cheng, and I was once fortunate enough to become a seventh-rank county magistrate. I've been diligent in fulfilling my duties, so I've accumulated some merits, hoping to bring blessings to my descendants! Who would have thought that now I need the incense offerings of my descendants to support me?" Zhang Cheng said with a helpless smile.

  "It turned out to be the county magistrate, no wonder!" In Pan Hao's eyes, Zhang Cheng's body was surrounded by a faint yellow aura of merit, and at the same time, the incense and wishes of the entire temple were supporting his soul. This made Zhang Cheng's soul transform from virtual to solid, allowing him to manifest himself.

  "Does the master have a way to deal with the Sophora tree spirit?" Pan Hao gently picked up the celadon teacup with a landscape painting, and gently blew on it. Suddenly, mist rose and tea fragrance wafted out.

  "Master, you were just here!" Zhang Cheng's heart skipped a beat again as he looked at Pan Hao in front of him, suddenly feeling a profound and mysterious aura.

  "May I ask for your name, sir?" Zhang Cheng ventured to inquire.

  "Just call me Cheng Huang!"

  "City God?"

  Zhang Cheng's mind was ruminating on this name, and he felt extremely familiar with it: "Wait a minute, City God?"

  Suddenly, just as Zhang Cheng had not yet reacted, a grand, noble, and sacred aura burst forth, stirring up the incense and wishes within the ancestral hall, and pushing them back three zhang away.

  Zhang Cheng's eyes widened, and he saw that the young man who had just carried a faint bookish aura suddenly burst into intense red light all over his body, and his clothes changed. He put on a majestic official uniform, wore an official hat on his head, and stepped on official boots. A stern, majestic, and powerful aura flowed out.

  "Zhang Cheng, I have always known you to be an honest and upright official, often doing good deeds. I was thinking of letting you take on the role of City Guardian of Yongping County's Yin Division, what do you think?"

  Pan Hao's body surged with a strong divine power, his voice stern and majestic.

  "City God? Really?" Zhang Cheng only felt that his head was as if it had been steamed, and he was dizzy. But Pan Hao's powerful divine power could still be sensed by him, and the people in the temple who encountered the divine power seemed to be soldiers encountering a general, as if they were surrendering, fearful.

  "Hmm? Don't you want to?" Pan Hao's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his voice stern and authoritative.

  "No, no, I'm willing!" Zhang Chengyi's heart tightened as soon as he heard Pan Hao say this, and he hastily bowed his head to respond. After all, he could feel that Pan Hao's strength far exceeded his own, so if Pan Hao wanted to harm him, it wouldn't be necessary to go to great lengths.

  "Very well, I grant you the position of County Guardian of Yongping County, may you bring blessings to the people!" Before Pan Hao's words had even faded away, a divine throne in his soul shook. A phantom divine throne reappeared, inscribed with mysterious, ancient, and sacred noble divine patterns.

  The divine position transformed into a red light, falling onto Zhang Cheng's body. In an instant, a flash of red light appeared on Zhang Cheng's body, and he was already wearing the official uniform of the city god. A majestic and noble aura emanated from him.

  Zhang Chengfu's spirit was stirred, and with a wave of his large hand, the ancient, unadorned incense burner in the center of the ancestral hall, which was over seven feet tall, suddenly began to shake.

  "Whoosh!" The incense burner suddenly transformed into a white light that was absorbed by Zhang Cheng. The entire temple's incense and wishes swirled around, transforming into a white-colored streamer that entered Zhang Cheng's body.

  Zhang Cheng's body exuded an even more intense aura of majesty and nobility. Suddenly, the incense burner that had just been absorbed into his body reappeared in his palm. At this moment, the tripod incense burner had transformed into a fist-sized object, its surface smooth and delicate, with a divine red light flowing around it, giving off an air of sacredness and nobility.

  "This thing is interesting, but collecting and utilizing incense is not a match for the gods. It's beneficial for souls who don't know how to utilize human wishes, but for Zhang Cheng and myself now, it's just a waste!" Pan Hao's eyes scanned the incense burner, instantly analyzing the information inside.

  At the same time, Zhang Cheng's divine soul body shook, and a burst of information surged out, and Zhang Cheng's heart was clear.

  "Nice to meet you, Lord Chenghuang!" Zhang Cheng bowed down with a respectful greeting.

  "No need for more courtesy, I suppose you already understand the duties of a city god. May you serve well!" Pan Hao nodded and his body transformed into a red light, disappearing within the temple.

  "Locust tree spirit, aren't you going to kill my descendants? Tonight, watch me take revenge on you!" Zhang Cheng saw Pan Hao leave and suddenly thought of the situation where he was just helpless, gritting his teeth and saying.