"Tsk, tsk, tsk … Hell seems pretty fair."
The Soulbringer's actions did seem fair. No matter how rich or powerful a person was when they were alive, their soul had to be judged after death. If he committed a crime, he would be tortured, and if he committed a heinous crime, he might even be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell.
"They are just scaring ordinary people. How would they dare to provoke you, Brother Du?"
The ghost servant was flattering him again, but he was telling the truth. The reason why martial artists cultivated was to break free from the shackles of heaven and earth. If he wanted to ascend to the heavens, he would ascend to the heavens. If he wanted to enter the earth, he would enter the earth. The higher the level of Cultivation, the longer the lifespan of a martial artist. As long as there were no accidents, they would not die.
As long as the human martial artists were alive and well, the Soul Collectors had no right to take away their souls. What's more, a martial artist with a strong physical body was full of Yang Qi, and the Soul Gatherer did not dare to approach.
The path of cultivation was originally a path that defied the heavens. To put it bluntly, humans did not want to die so quickly. They did not want to be manipulated by fate, so they created all kinds of cultivation methods. Every martial artist must firmly believe that man can conquer nature. Otherwise, it would be easy for him to drift along with the flow and vanish between heaven and earth.
"Don't learn the Dao when you're old. Most of the people in solitary graves are youths. There is no old or young on the road to the Yellow Springs, but flesh and blood are separated on the Bridge of Helplessness. "
On the misty Yellow Springs Road, an old man wearing a Daoist robe suddenly appeared. He held a horsetail whisk in his hand and muttered something. The ghosts that passed by were all attracted to him.
"Snatching people from the Underworld again? You guys are too much."
When the Soul Collector saw the old Daoist priest, his face was filled with displeasure. He could scare those ghosts and wild ghosts, but he couldn't do anything to the old Taoist. The old Daoist didn't fight with him and only used words to bewitch those wandering souls, so it didn't violate the rules of the Yin World.
"Fellow Daoist, you're being too serious. I'm just speaking casually. Whether they believe me or not is entirely up to them."
The old Taoist priest spoke with conviction, and the Soul Gatherer felt helpless. He could only hold the chains tightly in his hands to prevent the ghosts from escaping.
"Brother Du, let me tell you, that old Taoist is a benevolent person."
Du Feng knew about the Benevolence Sect. That was because the yellow-robed old Daoist and the grey-robed old Daoist were both high-ranking members of the Benevolent Sect. Why did they come to the Underworld and even use words to bewitch those ghosts? To put it bluntly, most wandering ghosts were ordinary people when they were alive. Especially those who died at a young age. Their physiques were very poor when they were alive. What was the use of bewitching them?
"Taoist priest, I'll go with you. I want to learn the Dao. I don't want to die."
Before the Soul-Reaping Envoy could walk away, the little fatty who was being dragged on the ground struggled and cried. He wanted to follow the old Daoist no matter what, saying that he wanted to learn the Dao and did not want to die.
"Do you really want to learn Dao?"
The old Daoist priest was not in a hurry to pull him over. Instead, he followed the little fatty and asked if he really wanted to learn the Dao. If he truly wanted to learn Dao, he would have to turn over a new leaf. Otherwise, no one would be able to save him.
"It's true. I really want to learn Dao. Please save me."
The little fatty knew that if he was dragged to the judge, the Book of Life and Death would turn over and convict him of a crime. Then, he would be sent to hell to suffer all kinds of torture. Now that he understood that he was already dead, he didn't want to enter hell to be tortured again.
"Taoist priest, I want to learn Dao."
"Taoist priest, I want to learn Dao too."
The other lonely souls were encouraged by the little fatty and also expressed that they really wanted to learn Dao. As long as they could live, they would agree to any condition.
"Very good!"
The old Daoist priest waved the horsetail whisk in his hand and saw a golden light descending from above. Du Feng recognized this thing. It was called the Holy Light of Reception. It was specially used to receive souls from across realms. If one wanted to learn this kind of ultimate skill, it was not enough to just have a high level of Cultivation. One had to be taught by a professional.
Back when Du Feng was still at a low level of Cultivation, he had killed people from the Life League. At that time, Shanghai Yun had activated the Holy Light of Reception. Now that his Cultivation was higher than Shangguan Yun's, he still didn't know how to use that thing. This was just like how no matter how good a martial artist was at fighting, it did not mean that he had the ability to heal the dying and heal the injured. Receiving souls and fighting and killing were two completely different things.
"I'm saved. I'm saved."
A lonely soul that looked like a scholar was sucked into the golden pillar of light and began to rise slowly.
"I'm saved. I'm saved too."
A young woman with a sallow face and thin skin was also sucked into the golden pillar of light and was also received. Being close to the shroud of the Holy Light of Reception meant that they would not be taken away. This was because the Soul Collector did not dare to touch the Holy Light at all. One touch and they might be burned to death. Even the chilly wind could not blow into the golden pillar of light.
Tsk, tsk, tsk … The Benevolence Sect was really going all out. Du Feng looked at the Holy Light of Reception. It was definitely not from the old Daoist priest. It was the ultimate move of an expert from the Benevolence Sect's headquarters.
"Taoist priest, save me. I don't want to die. I really want to learn Dao."
After the scholar and the young woman were taken away, the golden light disappeared. The little fatty saw all this and could not believe it. He still did not want to give up. He was the first person to go with the Taoist priest. Why was he not saved? He was very unconvinced.
"Hurry up and save me. My family is rich. I can give you money."
The little fatty used the same trick again. He wanted to bribe the old Daoist priest with money. Even the Soul Collector did not fall for this trick. As a cultivator, how could the old Daoist priest care about money in the secular world?
"Rotten wood cannot be carved!"
The old Daoist priest looked at the little fatty and shook his head in disappointment. The Benevolence Sect would not save just anyone. After all, after saving the souls, they still had to reconstruct their bodies. He used a movement technique and turned into a stream of light. Soon, he left the Road to the Netherworld. Today's mission was considered completed.
"If there is a next life, I must learn from that expert."
"Me too. If there is a next life, I will definitely not follow the old path. I will wholeheartedly learn Dao."
Seeing the two people in the team being rescued, everyone felt that it was because they had good characters that they were favored by the Taoist priest. They regretted that they did not learn Dao earlier. Otherwise, they would not have to suffer in the underworld.
Du Feng smiled after seeing this. On the surface, the old Daoist priest seemed to value their characters when he saved the lonely souls and wild ghosts. In fact, the two young people who were rescued had good aptitude. After they went back and reconstructed their bodies, they could then be made into outstanding disciples of the Chenren Sect.
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