Chapter Eighteen: Mù Xiàn Presents Gold and Silver

  But this is just like an animal exposing its soft belly to you, it's absolutely a sign of submission.

  A fierce glint flashed in Liu Yi's eyes. At this moment, as long as he made a ruthless move, he could easily kill the god of the village.

  But looking around, he changed his mind. A great man's word is worth a thousand pieces of gold. With so many ghosts watching from all sides, Liu Yi was also unwilling to tarnish his own reputation.

  These ghosts might come in handy someday. Liu Yi had only managed to subdue them today after exhausting all his strength, but he couldn't give them the impression that he was being wishy-washy.

  Many times, reputation is just like a brand. It's hard to establish, but easy to destroy.

  The Demon Emperor's seal shot out a ray of light, which was imprinted on the forehead of the She God. The She God let out a miserable cry, and her forehead was marked with a seal. Life and death were now in Liu Yi's hands, just like these vengeful spirits.

  This time, She Shen thoroughly gave up and knelt on the ground, saying: "Little old man Fan Ping, thank you for not killing me!"

  Although he heard it, Liu Yi still had no expression on his face. He vaguely knew that there was a big family behind this god, and it was not something he could easily conquer. Nor did he think so.

  No matter how well Na Ping speaks now, it won't be up to him in the end. Even if he's a wealthy and powerful family, it's hard to produce a talented person. When it comes to family interests, there will still be dragons and tigers fighting each other in the future.

  "Just then, a cold voice asked: 'Since that's the case, let everyone else disperse. Luan Ping, I'll ask you, how did you get in touch with those tax officials?'"

  Liu Ping smiled wryly, now that he was being held tightly by Liu Yi's hand, and had no choice but to answer: "The little old man has relatives working in the government..."

  Being the village god for decades in this place is not that simple. Various relationships are indeed intertwined like a mess of roots and branches. The Luan family, in particular, is one of the powerful families in Hui Ling County.

  Liu Yi sneered: "You've stirred up trouble, now you can solve it yourself. Don't wait for me to take action and wipe out all your descendants!"

  This is a complete intimidation, in fact, where did Liu Yi get such skills. The Ruan family has a considerable influence in the county. Dealing with the two tax officials last time, Liu Yi spent no small effort.

  But how could Fan Ping know? He was already intimidated by Liu Yi's unpredictable methods, and hastily agreed. He turned into a whirlwind and left.

  The crisis was resolved, and Liu Yi let out a long sigh of relief. Half the night had passed, and his own divine power had been consumed by about 70-80%. To say it, he still had too shallow a foundation after all.

  This time, he drove away the She Shen and seized the divine position. From now on, he can hide his light and nurture his obscurity, and no longer engage in such dangerous affairs.

  However, deep down, there was a faint sense of unease, knowing that this matter would still have consequences in the future. But for now, this was all he could do.

  Thinking of it, he headed into the mountains and prepared to return to the temple. As soon as he returned to the outside of the temple, he saw a wooden monster peeking in at the temple. It was that familiar guy.

  Liu Yi shouted: "What are you doing again?"

  Namuluo was startled and almost fell to the ground, shrinking back a few steps before fleeing out of sight.

  Liu Yi knew that the thing was timid, but also curious. In a good mood, he made a gesture to chase it for two steps. The wooden ghost was even more afraid, and with a turn of its eyes, it drilled into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

  "This guy can burrow into the ground, no wonder he ran so fast." Liu Yi thought with a scowl. He floated back to the temple, but let out an "eh" as he saw that a large package of silver ingots had been placed inside the temple.

  "Silver, so much silver!" Liu Yi was somewhat astonished. The silver in front of him was indeed not a small amount, at least several hundred taels, which is equivalent to several tens of kilograms.

  Liu Yi has already cultivated into a divine spirit and has undergone a qualitative transformation. Originally, when he was a spirit ghost, these silver ingots were too heavy to lift.

  But at this time, it's not difficult anymore. It just consumes mental energy.

  The corners of his mouth revealed a hint of a smile, and he felt somewhat embarrassed about scaring the wooden puppet earlier. It was probably because the wooden puppet remembered how it had helped him move silver last time, so it came to offer him treasures especially.

  As for where this silver came from, considering Mu Gui is so timid and wouldn't dare to steal or rob, it's likely that there are buried treasures in these mountains.

  The material world is not very developed, and copper coins are still widely used. Gold and silver are rare, although they are precious metals, they are not currency.

  Especially this silver cake, it is generally used as a cellar storage, and even as an offering. There are also inscriptions engraved on the top.

  This place is Fenglai Mountain, with excellent feng shui, it's indeed a place where phoenixes land. It should be called Fengguang Mountain instead. I'm afraid there used to be a large tomb buried here!

  Thinking about it, my heart suddenly skipped a beat. This matter isn't quite right, this world is not like his original one where having a grave wasn't a big deal. In this world, there are ancient grand tombs, and if something goes wrong, a powerful ghost will emerge...

  Thinking about it, I feel a sense of unease all over my body. But thinking again, there's nothing. If Fenglai Mountain really has a big ghost, then staying here for so long, I shouldn't be completely unaware.

  Thinking of this, I felt at ease. It seemed that I should find an opportunity to look for that wooden puppet carefully and ask it some questions.

  After some thought, Liu Yi bought all of these silver coins, and suddenly had an additional 17,000 to 18,000 yuan in usable funds.

  My heart skipped a beat, it's developed this time. Compared to the miserable 1,000 yuan at the beginning, it has increased by more than ten times! The use of funds is no longer so hand-to-mouth.

  Just learned a lesson from that crystal glass last time. Liu Yi felt that in the future, when using these items, it's better to be more careful!

  Tonight, many great things were done, and the divine power was severely depleted. At this moment, I feel tired. Floating on the divine image, my body suddenly became dizzy, and I appeared in the Taoist temple, resting and meditating.

  But behind the mountain, it suddenly became chaotic like a pot boiling over. Such a large Eastern Jin dynasty, it's impossible that not one person knew. When the villagers found out that the altar had been smashed to pieces, they all panicked and scrambled around.

  The ancestral temple was smashed, and the land god was not invited back. For a time, the entire village was completely without protection, it's even more dangerous than walking naked in the deep mountains.

  After a night of noise and commotion, the situation was irreversible. The villagers were helpless and could only think that they would go again the next day, no matter what, to bring back the statue of the land god.

  "What are you waiting for? The second day is almost here and the sky will be bright soon. If you're going to make a move, do it quickly, but absolutely don't let Qiu Feng hear about it!"

  The villagers thought it made sense, so they gathered all the old and young in the village, carrying torches, gongs and drums, but not beating them, and quietly went up the mountain.

  It's said that this night is very dangerous, with all sorts of wild beasts and ghosts. But it was said to only one or two people.