Ascension Through Generations

One day later, Zhao Sheng returned to the Divine Prison in a very low-key manner.

Not long after, the news that Leng Sha and the two men died crossing the Shenhu Lake had spread, and all the prison guards were talking about it.

When prison captain Ren Zhong learned that the two prison guards were buried together in Yueshen Lake, his brows were furrowed as high as the sky.

The Divine Prison was already short of manpower, and now two more people died, which simply added to the chaos!

The job of a prison lieutenant is not easy to do, and it is even more difficult for a prison lieutenant who comes down from the air!

Thinking of having to deal with a bunch of squatters again, Ren Zhong felt a severe pain in his forehead.

After all, this person dying outside and dying in prison are completely different concepts.

When a prison guard dies under mysterious circumstances, the prison guard also has to bear some joint responsibility for the lax management.

Zhao Sheng didn't know how Ren Zhong handled this little trouble.

Anyway, two days later, two new people came to the prison, and Ren Zhong was still the prison captain.

Speaking of which, the death of the two prison guards only caused a small stir, and no one soon cared about it.

In this matter, the senior officials of the Prison Temple used this as an excuse to make some noise, and finally the Yin Yamen of Chu State City paid a sum of blood to settle the matter.

Zhao Sheng was also called and asked twice, but he was allowed to hide it easily.

In the final analysis, it was just two insignificant prison guards who died, and there was no big commotion at all.

On the contrary, it was the death of the Black Fish God that surprised the major families in Chu State City. They sent people to investigate the matter, but in the end found nothing.

As the days passed, Zhao Sheng worked diligently in front of his second-class prison guard while secretly visiting the major monastic families in Chu City.

Just like when he came into contact with the Gu family, he faked his identity, such as pretending to be an alchemist, a magician, a weapon refiner or other monks from other places, so as to conduct transactions with major families, hoping to enter each family's scripture collection pavilion. .

The result was not what he expected.

Almost no monastic family would refuse this deal. After all, Zhao Sheng's mere offering of a few bargaining chips was enough to make them flock to it.

During the transaction, he also encountered "black-hearted people", but he was able to deal with them easily. Instead, the evil-hearted family suffered great misfortune. The family's foundation members died mysteriously one after another, and the family's power declined greatly.

In just three years, Zhao Sheng succeeded more than ten times, and the Sutra Library Pavilion of more than 90% of the thousand-year-old families in Chu State City has become a public place that he can enter whenever he wants.

Over the past three years, Zhao Sheng has also improved his level step by step.

When the thousand-year-old ghost imprisoned on the eighteenth floor of the Divine Prison was secretly refined by him, the Karma Fire Red Lotus evolved into nine petals as expected.

Similarly, Zhao Sheng also smoothly advanced to the later stage of foundation building without any setbacks.

The unexplained disappearance of the thousand-year-old ghost also caused quite a stir in the Divine Prison.

However, after a month of investigation, no useful clues were found, and in the end, the case had to be left alone, becoming one of the many unsolved cases in the Divine Prison.

The Divine Prison has been established for a long time, and countless strange and unknown things have happened during this period. There are many endless cases in history, and this one is not missing.

However, the Divine Prison also took advantage of this incident to carry out a major overhaul, severely cracking down on the relaxed atmosphere in the prison, and the level of defense was much tighter than before.

In addition, the three newly arrived first-class prison guards directly took the blame. They clearly performed their duties but were blamed for a big mistake.

Speaking of the spy from the Heaven Defying Alliance, it was pity that he went through so much trouble to sneak into the Divine Prison. He wanted to make a big splash, but he was unlucky enough to encounter this incident, and his entire popularity was almost shattered.

Anyway, Zhao Sheng does not admit that he has ruined other people's good things. Even if he knows the truth in the future, he will only think about this person.

The Divine Prison is such a heavily guarded place. If it was so easy to be destroyed by people acting inside and outside, this ghost place would have fallen countless times.

Over the years as a prison guard, Zhao Sheng has already understood the inside and out of the Divine Prison.

With his experience in the Nascent Soul Realm, it is not difficult to see that the most powerful part of the Divine Prison is not the numerous defensive restrictions, nor the golden elixir puppets, formations, etc.

The most powerful thing seems inconspicuous, but it is everywhere.

It is the picture of the prison god engraved on the top of every cell.

This picture is related to an unknown formation. Once activated, there is a high probability that the true form of the Prison God will be summoned.

In the Book of Gods of Tiandao Sect, the Prison God is a powerful "god" close to the emperor level, with unfathomable strength.

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Time flies, time flies.

Year 1201 of the seventh era of the Tiandao Calendar

This year, Zhao Sheng had just passed his sixty-fifth birthday, but he had already reached the stage of foundation-building perfection and was waiting for the opportunity to be promoted to the golden elixir.

One day, the sky was dim, and a huge city eighty miles due west of Chu State City was waking up from silence, and the noise gradually came from it.

This city is called Cangmo City. It is one of the four great cities of Chu State. There are rows of pavilions and shops in the city. Large-scale low-rise houses can be seen everywhere. Most of the roads in the city except the main roads are in tatters. The residents in the city wear old clothes. , most of them show their talent.

There are more than a million residents in Cangmo City, but 99% of them are mortals, and most of them are servants or slaves serving the wealthy families in Chu City.

In a street in the city, a big rat with fluffy hair and a body as white as snow suddenly poked its head out of the corner.

Those jewel-like crystal eyes peered into the street for a while, then emerged from the body with great dexterity, turned into a ray of white light, and quickly passed through the rows of houses, streets and houses.

The big white mouse soon came to a huge circular square, hid in a corner, and peeped at what was going on in the square.

The ground of this square is actually paved with three-foot-square jade-white stone slabs. The ground is also inlaid with countless complicated and mysterious red runes, which are extremely clear.

At this time, the square was crowded with people who came to listen to the sermon.

In the middle of the square, there is a tall black jade platform, on which sits a thin old Taoist priest in purple clothes and black hair. The old Taoist held a dragon-headed wooden staff and was preaching to the people below.

"There are twin suns in the sky as the sun god, there are dragon gods hidden in the lakes and seas on the earth, and the old dragon king in the Canglang River moves the clouds and spreads rain for all living beings."

"You all, the drought has not subsided for three years, all because you don't understand the heart of heaven, and you need to show sincerity from the ten directions."

"Come on! Everyone, hurry up and show your sincerity. The Master should beg for rain for all living beings." A green-robed Taoist held a wooden plate and whispered in the crowd, asking for money from people everywhere.

Seeing this, many devout believers took out their money and threw it into the wooden plate. The wooden tray was soon filled with gold, silver and copper coins.

The big white rat bared its teeth, its eyes glowing red, looking at the purple-robed old man on the altar from a distance, looking ready to make a move.

At this moment, a slender figure suddenly appeared in front of it. One hand grabbed the fur at the back of the mouse's neck and lifted it up.

The white rat was frightened, and the white hairs all over its body exploded. Dots of white light rushed to the tips of the hairs, trying to activate the rat hair needles.

"Dabai, you are very naughty, you actually sneaked here. What, could it be that you don't want to eat incense today but cannibalize people?"

The man who spoke had a simple face and was short in stature. He was wearing a gray robe and a pair of black boots.

It was Zhao Sheng after his disguise.

Zhizhi!

Dabai struggled with his four claws and squeaked, as if he was trying to explain something.

Zhao Sheng looked nonchalant and put Dabai on his shoulder, then looked up at the old Taoist on the balcony.

After just a few glances, he turned around and walked out.

There has been a severe drought for three consecutive years in Diant Chong Province, with almost no harvests in the fields. Tens of millions of people have been displaced due to the drought. Many prefectures and counties in the province have blocked traffic and created isolation zones where people are starving to death. The people are immeasurable.

It is said that when disasters occur, countless strange ghosts and gods appear.

Things like Lao Tao's plundering people's wealth under the pretense of praying for rain were very common in the Da Gu Dynasty.

This kind of thing has long been accepted by all the major forces. In the end, 28% of the money collected was divided into 20% by those who stood in front of the stage and played tricks, and the remaining 80% belonged to the wealthy families behind the scenes.

Zhao Sheng was like an ordinary person, walking leisurely on the street, but no one noticed his trace wherever he passed.

Not long after, Zhao Sheng came to a vegetable market.

At this time, the sky was bright and the vegetable market street was already very lively. Various vegetable stalls and small shops were lined up in a row. The vendors behind the stalls enthusiastically solicited customers, and the cries were endless.

Zhao Sheng walked west along the street, walked under a red willow tree at the corner, and suddenly stopped.

The ghost market in Cangmo City is on this street, and the red willow trees planted along the street are the entrance to the ghost market.

The reason why he left the black market under Zhenyun Peak and came to Cangmo City instead was precisely because of the ghost market here.

The ghost market is a black market within a black market. Most of the internal sales and transactions involve evil spirits and heretics, and most of them are weird things made by evil spirits.

It can be said that all contraband items that are not allowed to be sold by Tiandao Sect, and all dirty items that the black market dare not trade openly and honestly, are all available in the ghost market.

In other words, the ghost market is also very dangerous, and gangsters are very common, but most of the monks who dare to enter are of extraordinary strength.

At a certain moment, the branches of the red willow tree suddenly fluttered, as if a demon was waving its claws.

At this time, Zhao Sheng suddenly frowned and saw the branches of the red willow tree rustling. Under the broad daylight, strange eyes seemed to have appeared in the gaps between the branches and leaves, staring at him indifferently.

Zhao Sheng scanned the tree with his consciousness and felt a little surprised.

Although the yin energy of this red willow tree is strong, it is not as cold as imagined.

"Sure enough, there are some skills." He thought to himself, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the trunk of the willow tree.

According to the entry method obtained, he stretched out his hand and tapped three short and one long times on the tree trunk four times, while inputting three rays of spiritual power.

Suddenly, a green eye opened from the tree trunk, blinked, and the pupils were burning with a faint green flame.

Zhao Sheng took a step back and looked directly into his green eyes.

At this moment, a layer of green light shot out from his eyes and spread, covering Zhao Sheng's whole body.

As the light and shadow in front of him changed, he suddenly appeared on a narrow street. There were small stalls on both sides of the street, filled with all kinds of filthy and disgusting organs, as well as all kinds of strange things. Most of the utensils are also shining with dim light such as gray, black and red.

All the stall owners were wearing hooded black robes and various masks on their faces, and the masks actually had the effect of blocking their spiritual consciousness.

There are quite a few "people" in the ghost market, but the voices on the street are very low, almost whispering.

The vendors in the ghost market are extremely mobile. Sometimes, within half a year, the stall owners in the ghost market may change several times.

But everything has exceptions. There are more than a dozen stalls in the ghost market that never change people all year round, and they are always in the most conspicuous locations, so that people can see them at a glance when they come in.

Although Zhao Sheng came to the ghost market for the first time, he behaved like an old bird.

At this moment, Dabai seemed to be attracted by something, squatting on Zhao Sheng's shoulder and screaming.

He swept through the many stalls in the ghost market, then flashed and appeared in front of a stall thirty feet away.

The stall owner of this shop looks very ordinary, but he has no ears and a cold aura surging all over his body. As soon as you approach him, you will feel a chill running up your back.

Of course, Zhao Sheng is not afraid of this evil spirit.

There were not many things on the stall in front of him, including a black mask, a finger-sized colorless crystal, and an eight-armed golden headless statue.

This statue is not only filled with the power of rich incense, but also exudes a strange aura.

Snapped!

Dabai jumped to the ground and circled around the stall, never taking his eyes off the headless statue.

Zhao Sheng pointed to the headless statue and asked, "What is this?"

"You'll know it's good when you buy it." The stall owner said surprisingly simply.

Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand to pick up the statue.

But when your fingers touch the surface of the statue.

A bone-piercing chill suddenly surged into his mind from the statue of lightning.

The black air steamed, and there was an eight-armed demon in the sea of ​​Zhao Sheng's soul. It was a majestic figure, a thousand feet tall, with eight arms stretched out in all directions. Each arm was wrapped with a demonic dragon, with black scales on the horns of a sheep, a body of a dragon, and tiger claws. The whole body was pitch black.

A head quickly grew out of the demon's neck. The facial features were somewhat similar to those of Zhao Sheng, but the expression on the head was hideous and terrifying, full of evil intentions.

As the evil spirit appeared, countless beautiful things kept popping up in Zhao Sheng's mind. These colors are all emotions and desires such as joy, anger, sadness, joy, bitterness, greed, anger, and ignorance.

At this moment, a majestic and sacred voice suddenly echoed in my heart.

"Lawless, supreme bliss, floating in the world, boundless divine power, my divine name is: Dragon Control God Lord!"

Hong Zhong Da Lu roared in Zhao Sheng's heart. The eight-armed demon smiled ferociously, its arms danced, and eight filthy black dragons flew away from it, about to fall into the sea of ​​souls.

"presumptuous!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick bolt of thunder fell from the sky, and lightning struck the demon's head.

In an instant, this huge divine body was torn into pieces and dissipated into a plume of black smoke. ,

outside world,

There was just a click, and the headless statue suddenly cracked open numerous cracks, revealing a crystal-clear jade-like bone that seemed to be a relic.

Zhao Sheng came back to his senses and felt the power of incense emanating from the bones, thinking deeply in his heart.

He probably knew something. This bone was actually a fragment of the heart core of Flying Pluto. It was previously made into a container for collecting incense by an expert, and was put into the body of the statue as a sacrifice.

The eight-armed demon was most likely the remnant of a powerful ghost and god, but was defeated by him.

At this moment, the stall owner opposite suddenly let out a muffled groan, and a ghostly hissing sound came from his body. A large amount of black smoke evaporated from his robe. His body was like a deflated balloon, and he was quickly losing weight. He screamed repeatedly and rolled on the ground. ,

Zhao Sheng waved his hand, put away the statue, then stepped back and watched coldly.