Chapter 111 Godslaying Ground

As I looked towards Ye Yang, my foot suddenly slipped, and after taking half a step back with my left foot, I descended two steps in a row.

I felt my foot suddenly lose its support, and I knew that the nineteenth step had appeared.

When I tried to straighten my body with force from my right foot, I felt like someone had pushed me, and I fell backward.

Just as I seemed to be falling into an abyss, my waist suddenly tightened, and I was lifted into the air by a huge force.

Wandering Soul Silk!

Only then did I notice that Ye Yang had wrapped Wandering Soul Silk around my waist.

The moment my figure was lifted into the air, Ye Yang also arrived in mid-air, grabbed my palm, and brought me back down into the dark space behind me.

When we landed again, we were standing on a stone step.

The nineteenth step did exist, but it was about two meters wider than the eighteenth step. Rather than calling it a step, it was more like a platform.

When Ye Yang and I looked up at the same time, we saw an open secret door in the mechanism.

Feng Ruoxing and Wang Xiaohuan also jumped down from the secret door after us.

Ye Yang explained, "There is a very special mechanism here. The key to activating the mechanism is the ghost spirit wandering in this secret room!"

"Only when you lure the ghost spirit out first can it take you into the secret door."

A ghost spirit is not a ghost. It can be said to be a spirit body that has been refined. It appears in the form of a ghost, but can only perform a single task.

The ghost spirit here serves to open the door!

The method Ye Yang just taught me was to lure out the ghost spirit that only opens doors!

When the four of us stood on the platform, Doctor and Cang Jian also appeared near us.

The Doctor trembled, "Wh...where is this?"

In the secret room we were in, broken memorial tablets were scattered everywhere.

Wang Xiaohuan walked to the corner and picked up a broken wooden tablet from there, "Didn't you say that the abbot in Ningkang Temple was saving ghosts and gods? This is clearly a godslaying ground."

Memorial tablets are specifically for writing the names of ghosts and gods. Those broken wooden tablets were all cut in two below the first character of the name—this was equivalent to beheading the ghost or god.

The Doctor shook his head, "I don't know! My ancestors said so...I didn't figure out what was going on either!"

I said in a deep voice, "Let's go inside and take a look!"

I walked forward about a hundred steps along the only passage in the secret room, and a scene of severed heads of god statues appeared before me.

This time, the severed heads were not thrown in the corner like those wooden tablets, but were neatly placed next to the god statues.

Wang Xiaohuan walked to the god statue and touched the break, "This is a Wu (shamanistic) Clan technique! The abbot in Ningkang Temple is not a monk!"

I looked at Wang Xiaohuan, "Do you know what's going on?"

Wang Xiaohuan said, "Humans and gods cannot coexist, especially in troubled times!"

"In troubled times, human lives are cheap, and all kinds of fierce souls and evil gods run rampant."

"At that time, as long as you used some tricks, you could make people treat you as a god and worship you."

"The real mountain gods and land gods are not worshiped, but mountain spirits, water monsters, fierce souls, and evil gods sit grandly in temples and enjoy incense."

"If they are not too greedy, they can even pass down their Dao lineage and become true gods of one side."

"This kind of thing is more common in Nanyang."

I had indeed heard Jiu Gui mention Wang Xiaohuan's statement.

The residents of Nanyang come from different countries, and their beliefs are also different. The gods they worship encompass everything. Many gods cannot even be found in the classics.

The inheritance of Nanyang shamans is also different. Some are taught by masters to disciples, while others are inherited by families.

Some gods simply choose shamans themselves. Whoever they take a fancy to, they will force them to become their believers and represent them in the world.

This kind of thing is not very common in China.

In China, neither sects nor warlocks would sit idly by and watch evil gods enter the hall, especially the Wu Clan.

The Wu Clan itself does not believe in immortals or Buddhas, but they will not allow wild god believers who don't know where they came from to sit on an equal footing with them.

Among the Wu Clan, there are specialized godslaying Wu who specialize in beheading wild gods!

Wang Xiaohuan said, "The Wu Clan's godslaying is actually more like the executioner of the human world."

"After they behead the wild gods, they will leave the severed memorial tablets or god statues at the scene as a warning."

Wang Xiaohuan pointed to the broken god statues and said, "The wild gods worshiped by people only have memorial tablets, and their level is relatively low because not many people believe in them, and no one pays to sculpt god statues for them, so they can only behead the tablets."

"Now, the clay statues we see are wild gods of a higher level. But they're not that much higher!"

Wang Xiaohuan pointed to the passage ahead, "If stone statues appear further inside, it means that the wild gods already have a certain number of believers, at least controlling one town."

"If there are iron or gold-plated statues inside, it means that an evil god has appeared in a certain place."

"Hopefully, that's not the case!"

I asked, "Didn't you say that the Wu Clan has to abandon the corpse in the wilderness after beheading a god?"

Wang Xiaohuan shook his head, "I haven't figured out what's going on either? I think...we still have to go in and take a look before we can say for sure."

Ye Yang and I exchanged glances and walked towards the next passage side by side.