Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1467: Chapter 794: Where to Go on the Other Shore, Mastering the Situation

Lin Heng noticed something was off, but he didn’t inquire, merely looking thoughtful.

Zhao Sheng quickly regained his calm and asked, “Brother Lin, what should we do next?”

Lin Heng replied, “I plan to seek out Old Shopkeeper Chen. Brother Zhao, why don’t you explore the Nameless Tomb? We’ll act separately and exchange information the next time we meet.”

Zhao Sheng’s eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded, “I was thinking the same.”

Lin Heng smiled and said, “Good, let us part ways for now, and when dusk falls, we’ll meet at the Agarwood Restaurant, how about it?”

“Sure!”

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Outside the Ten Kings Temple, Zhao Sheng watched Lin Heng’s figure gradually disappear into the distance, his gaze suddenly becoming extremely deep.

Once Lin Heng’s figure completely vanished, Zhao Sheng abruptly turned and re-entered the temple.

After passing through several temple halls, he discovered something significant in an Oil Pot Hell Painting.

As expected, the Hell Map indeed had an extra “Fried Ghost.”

Needless to say, this Fried Ghost most likely was the Conical Hat Guest who died at his hands.

Zhao Sheng was horrified, and as he inspected the Hell Creatures Painting before him, he couldn’t help but turn pale with fear.

If he wasn’t mistaken, each “ghost” in the painting represents a deceased Immortal Ruins Guest.

More terrifyingly, wave after wave of Immortal Ruins Guests entered Mingxi Town, yet almost no one could uncover the secret of the Hell Creatures Paintings.

The next moment, a spirit light flashed in Zhao Sheng’s mind, and he suddenly realized something.

“Yellow Springs Other Shore Painting? Other Shore?… Other Shore!”

He murmured to himself, suddenly understanding Lin Heng’s purpose in killing for treasure.

That person must have discovered something, hence his actions.

Falling into Hell, isn’t it hoping… to escape Hell, to reach the Other Shore!

The Yellow Springs Other Shore Painting must contain clues to escape from purgatory!

Just then, a sudden shout erupted from the backyard, followed by faint cries of murder.

Zhao Sheng jolted awake, realizing that the corpse in the temple had been discovered.

He turned and walked out of the main hall, his gaze sweeping across the front hall plaza, just in time to see two patrol soldiers escorting Old Madam Chen cautiously heading towards the backyard.

Due to the commotion in the backyard, Old Madam Chen’s group paused, and the anxious-faced man responded and immediately ran towards the backyard, seemingly to investigate.

Zhao Sheng shifted his thoughts and strode towards Old Madam Chen.

Apparently sensing someone approaching, the old and decrepit Old Madam Chen suddenly turned her head, her turbid old eyes flashing with a hint of sharpness.

Zhao Sheng quickly approached without changing expression, within moments invading within a yard.

At that moment, the remaining patrol soldier saw him as well and immediately stepped forward to block his path, loudly shouting, “Stop, don’t come any closer—ah!”

Before finishing his sentence, he suddenly let out a scream, clutching his neck and falling down.

Zhao Sheng withdrew his hand knife, hiding it within his sleeve, advancing step by step towards Old Madam Chen.

Old Madam Chen’s expression was grave, her voice aging as she spoke, “Taoist, why do you push so relentlessly! I am—center!”

Upon uttering the word “center,” a large burst of white hair needles shot out from her hair, transforming into a white light that enveloped Zhao Sheng’s vital points.

Zhao Sheng swung his right hand forward, a ripple of Will appearing out of thin air.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze, countless fine white hair needles suspended mid-air.

Stepping forward, the hand knife sliced through an indescribable trajectory, an invisible edge instantly severing the opponent’s neck.

Bang!

A gray-haired head gently tilted, then heavily fell to the ground, her face still marked with an expression of disbelief at the moment of death.

Zhao Sheng felt a surge of pleasure, sensing his own Will loosening slightly.

A wave of Will swept out, instantly covering a three-yard radius around him.

In a fleeting thought, the ground silently cracked open a seam, devouring the bloodstains, corpse, and head, before the ground twisted and the seam vanished.

Having obliterated the evidence, Zhao Sheng didn’t hurry to leave but rather returned to the temple, continuing to “guard the tree awaiting the rabbit.”

At this time, the anxious-faced man hurriedly returned from the backyard but didn’t see Old Madam Chen and her company, suddenly feeling puzzled.

He quickly thought and rushed into the east temple hall to search, finding nothing.

Then he entered the West Hall, still not seeing a single shadow, though Zhao Sheng stood right before him, the anxious-faced man seemingly blind, considering him merely a cloud of air.

This was merely an application of Will Heart Light, a small trick not worth mentioning.

The murder case at the Ten Kings Temple soon alarmed the temple priest.

Qin Temple Priest promptly dispatched people to report to the government, while sealing off the scene.

The anxious-faced man also hurriedly left, apparently heading home to inform the others.

Not long after, before Chief Liu and the others arrived at the scene, those awaited by Zhao Sheng had already come.

The masked woman in white stepped through the temple gates, her eyes sweeping across the plaza, and a hint of surprise suddenly flashed across them upon seeing the chaotic scene.

Before she could react, her body suddenly stiffened, instantly bound by a powerful Will, unable to move at all.

She was extremely frightened, struggling desperately, trying to shout for help, yet all efforts proved futile.

The next moment, she turned abruptly, under the manipulation of the eerie Will, walking step by step out of the temple gates, advancing towards the riverside.

A moment later, Zhao Sheng returned from the riverside, slowly making his way towards the Ten Kings Temple.

The ground he walked upon did not leave a single trace, just like the legendary stepping on snow without leaving a mark.

A short time later, on the yellow mud road outside the temple appeared a young woman holding a child, rushing towards the Ten Kings Temple.