Chapter 1112: Chapter 63: Child Trafficking Is Not Tolerated Here

Able to know the past and future, understand cause and effect and reincarnation, avoid the Yin-Yang and Five Elements, when seen, disasters are averted, and blessings are encountered; his name is Chu Jiang.

As a demon beast incarnated from an advancing demon, Chu Jiang himself did not possess particularly powerful divine spells.

But Chu Jiang walked the path of the Shinto.

Unlike the Incense Fire Divine Dao cultivated by Xia Yubing, Chu Jiang’s Shinto belonged to the Meritorious Shinto.

The Incense Fire Divine Dao is the enjoyment of incense offerings by gods from the Netherworld in the Mortal World.

The Meritorious Shinto, on the other hand, is about suppressing the earth veins and protecting one region.

To put it plainly, it’s the difference between the City God Temple and the Earth God Temple.

The Thousand-Year Dynasty World was on the verge of collapse, with only West Spring Mountain gathering popularity, growing more prosperous.

As the Mountain God of West Spring Mountain, without a supreme ruler in the Imperial City, Chu Jiang was nearly equivalent to the highest lord of this world.

Numerous forces had already gathered on West Spring Mountain, forming a stable social structure, and yesterday the Guiding Bodhisattva came east to guide countless lost souls to return to their roots. Part of these lost souls were led into the Thousand-Year Dynasty World, and Chu Jiang gained a lot of merit from it.

The demon beast now in front of the old monk had grown to a height of over twelve feet, with thunder faintly rolling between its two horns, and layers of scales with metallic luster growing below its neck.

A red silk ribbon descended from the sky, draping over Chu Jiang’s shoulders.

This was the Big Red Shawl previously taken from the bank vault.

Legend has it that back when Western Missionaries came to Tianmen to preach, holding a cross holy object that exhibited many miracles, it led the ignorant populace to follow blindly. Members of the Red Lantern Society, with the blood from the fingertips of hundreds of women humiliated by the Foreigners, dyed red strings and wove a Forgetful River Blood River Map brimming with killing intent and grievances, destroying the false holy objects of the Western Missionaries in one stroke.

Besides the Forgetful River Blood River Map, it is said that there was another scroll at that time, woven by the Tianmen People with wicks of lamps of thousands of households to thank the Holy Mother of Red Lotus for punishing wrongdoers and protecting the border, called the “Lotus Birth Map”.

This map had no power to kill; it was the will of the people, the gathering of merit, a heartfelt blessing from thousands of common people, hoping that Lady Holy Mother of Red Lotus could be deified in the Righteous Path soon.

However, back then, the Holy Mother did not use it; instead, she chose a more arduous and challenging path.

In the blink of an eye, thirty years passed by quickly, and the Big Red Shawl known as the Lotus Birth Map reappeared in the world, falling onto a newly born Mountain God.

The old monk frowned slightly, facing the demon beast in front of him, he found himself at a loss.

The merit accumulated by the other party, the fate suppressed, had inflated to the point where many restrictions could be ignored.

For instance, the secret technique of the Buddha Country in the Palm used by himself just now, such a glass bottle could not withstand such a terrifying weight of merit.

Mud figures and wood carvings can be easily smashed, but a living, breathing mountain god, ordained by the Heavenly Dao, in the territory covered by the Heavenly Dao in the Empire, can surely be described as all evils avoiding, and no law being able to invade!

A trace of cold light flashed in Chu Jiang’s eyes as she looked into the past and future along the line of cause and effect.

“Old thing, I already know your origins and roots.”

“To dare enter our country’s territory in broad daylight, you really don’t know how to write the word for death.”

The old monk shook his head and said, “I’m just here to take on disciples and never disturbed mortals, why must I die?”

Clearly, until this moment, he still didn’t intend to back down.

At this time, a flash of white light appeared not far away, and Xiang Biao, the head of the Special Service Bureau’s Operations Department, landed from the air.

His clothes were already torn to pieces, terrifying claw marks were over his front and back, but in his hand was a demon head as large as a water jar.

Chains in the sky fell thickly, and Xia Yubing sat on the Skull Throne held up by the giant skeleton, casting a cold gaze.

The old monk sighed.

“Why… are they all youngsters?”

“You guys, don’t you like fishing?”

“Why needlessly consume the lives of these young ones, find someone in charge, let’s talk?”

Before he finished, he heard a soft voice beside his ear saying:

“You got one thing wrong.”

“Fishing is just a means.”

“Letting our children play and grow under the sun, carefree, is the aim.”

“Xu Huange should understand, she has the right to say no loudly to strangers on this land.”

“And you, you should understand what level of crime child trafficking is here.”

“Trafficking?”

The old monk shook his head and said, “This is a fabricated charge with no need for words.”

Before he could finish, Xiang Biao swiftly appeared before him, holding a military stiletto in reverse and thrust it towards the old monk’s face.

Stabbed into the brain, the old monk offered no resistance and was killed on the spot.

“This is an incarnation!”

Chu Jiang started reminding.

“Damn it, I hate these sneaky types the most.”

Xiang Biao wiped the filthy blood off his face, shouted loudly: “Form the array!”

Accompanied by the flash of silver light, the garrison soldiers of the Special Service Bureau appeared in groups of three, putting on periscopes, and began searching the area.

The sky suddenly darkened.

The Ghost King beneath Xia Yubing let out a sharp wail, raised its hands entwined with chains into the sky, and its massive form abruptly paused.

The ghost hand which could easily tear the dimensional barrier twisted and shattered under the suppression of some terrifying power, ghostfire bursting everywhere.

“Don’t clash with him!”

Chu Jiang quickly reminded Xia Yubing, “He is King Solomon!”

“What’s so icy about it?”

Xiang Biao was baffled.

Chu Jiang hesitated to explain, she didn’t know how to make him understand this issue.

After considering her wording, she simply explained: “He’s the wise king of the Joshua People, God granted him boundless wisdom and wealth, and the ability to command the seventy-two demon kings of Hell.”

“Oh, no wonder.”

Xiang Biao glanced at the demon head at his feet, spat, and turned his head to ask: “Does this old rascal have any abilities aside from summoning demons?”

“Space.”

Chu Jiang explained: “According to the records in the Bible, King Solomon sealed the seventy-two demon gods in a bottle, releasing them only when needed. This is the mastery of space ability.”

She had just personally experienced the nastiness of this bottle.

Above, Xia Yubing was gradually losing the upper hand.

As a cultivator of the Specter Dharma Gate, she also possessed the ability to traverse between the yin-yang realms, but this was just an innate talent, not a specialization.

And the other party was an expert at manipulating space.

The Ghost King released a piercing roar, its massive body shattered inch by inch in the twisted space, and a pitch-black crack slowly opened in the sky.

That was the endless void beyond dimensions.

The Moat crumbled with a crash, and everyone present plummeted into the Real World.

Xu Huange screamed, her small body falling straight down from a thousand meters high.

But the next moment, she was caught by Chu Jiang’s long tail and placed onto her back.