Ding ding dang!

The clinking of coins!

The Xi Family and their performers had seen similar scenes countless times. After all, they were from the martial world; this was their way of making a living. They had always found the sound of coins pleasant, but for the first time, it felt so heavy.

Ding ding dang, it kept ringing in their ears. It was clearly just one coin bouncing, but it felt like a thousand coins were dancing in their ears.

It was clearly just a coin bouncing in the bowl of the Yuan family's young troupe leader in the town, but everyone, whether it was an illusion or not, saw coin after coin jumping before their eyes, filling their vision and disrupting their minds.

Inside the town, the sound of gongs and drums became muffled.

Someone was striking the gongs and drums forcefully, the sound containing hidden techniques to subdue the person who had entered the town, but the sound of the gongs and drums was defeated by the sound of the bouncing coin.

The firelight and colored lanterns became dim.

No matter how beautiful the fireworks, no matter how exquisite the lanterns, they all seemed to pale in comparison to the light reflected from the dark coin.

Many renowned performers of the Xi Family, who usually had great reputations in the martial world, wanted to take action at this moment, but they all felt restricted. Their steps and bodies became extremely heavy as the sound of ding ding dang filled their hearts and eyes.

All kinds of bizarre performances seemed to lose their charm in the face of this one coin, becoming ordinary and unremarkable.

Around the town, figures had already emerged from the darkness in all directions, looking at the lively scene from afar, their faces filled with emotion.

Someone said, "This Shuang Zheng Jiu (Double Distilled Wine) dares to enter the town alone, acting as the most dangerous lure. His courage is truly remarkable. What kind of sect is he from?"

The person next to him laughed and said, "He, theoretically speaking, doesn't even belong to any sect. It's said that he's been in this world for twenty years, and for more than ten of those years, he was a teacher."

"At most, he's burned incense at a temple and knows a little about the fu ling (spirit binding) method of serving ghosts and gods..."

"It was only at the first conference in Guazhou that he spoke eloquently and reasonably, which convinced everyone, and they all elected him as the leader of Qi Province."

"..."

Those who heard this were a little horrified: "With so little skill, how dare he face the Divine Hand Zhao family head-on?"

Someone who knew Shuang Zheng Jiu laughed and said, "He said that reason outweighs law. The skills of the Divine Hand Zhao family are extremely difficult for outsiders to break, but only someone like him has the possibility of breaking the Zhao family's Bai Xi (Hundred Tricks)."

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"What kind of art is this?"

Above the town, countless people were panicking. They had always been the ones whose tricks others couldn't understand. This was the first time they couldn't see through someone else's methods.

It was clearly just a coin, but why did it have such great power?

"Not good!"

Just as this one coin was bouncing, as if the entire town was about to be submerged by it, several dark red curtains hanging deep within the town were suddenly lifted, and the Zhao family members appeared.

Looking forward intently, their faces were also full of anger: "Where did they get such a strange treasure to suppress our Xi Family?"

There are objects and treasures in the world.

Some are considered treasures by those outside the Xi Family, and some are considered treasures by those inside.

Only money is considered a treasure by both those inside and outside the Xi Family.

Because of the special nature of money, there are many people in the Xi Family who refine treasures with copper coins, but now, the Zhao family members are seeing such a powerful treasure for the first time.

The Xi Family's art emphasizes deceiving gods, fooling ghosts, and stealing from the heavens, but precisely because of this, this coin, which is recognized by heaven and earth, has immense power. If someone offers a coin, they are a guest, and everyone in the Xi Family in this town is restrained.

"You want to break my Zhao family's Bai Xi with this one coin?"

Behind the curtains, seated with the assistance of the executioner and Zhao San Yi (Zhao the Third Righteous), the Zhao family's eldest son, was a man with a long beard. He also looked intently at the coin, his face slightly gloomy, and spoke in a low voice.

The sound of coins clinking throughout the town did not affect him in the slightest. Even the sound of his voice suppressed the sound of the coin falling into the bowl.

Shuang Zheng Jiu looked at him from afar, his face covered with a black cloth, but he seemed to accurately capture his position.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly reached out and pointed at him. The coins around him bounced and jumped, changing even more, as if paving a road made of countless coins in this town.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man with the long beard sighed softly, raised his hand, and the executioner beside him pulled up a piece of blue cloth and covered the front, while the Zhao family head extended one hand and reached under the blue cloth.

At this moment, the entire town seemed to darken.

The one who took action was the Zhao family's head, and this sleeve was the "Threefold Heaven Hand," as famous as the Wu Chang (Impermanence) Li family's "Old Well Calling Name."

The Xi Family's mother technique, which can steal three parts of everything between heaven and earth.

If there is an object in front of you, no matter what that object is, whether it is placed in your eyes, the Zhao family has a 30% chance of stealing it.

And if there are many things there, no matter what they are, the Zhao family can steal three parts of them.

This is the Threefold Heaven Hand.

The world was originally divided equally among the ten families, each getting one part, but the Zhao family's skill lies here. If the ten families fight each other, each relying on their own abilities to seize it, then the Zhao family, whether they can laugh to the end or not, has the confidence to steal three parts. This is the Zhao family's trump card.

That coin was truly evil. All kinds of unique skills in the town felt like they couldn't suppress this one coin, so the Zhao family head didn't hesitate to take action himself to retrieve the coin.

He was wary of the reincarnator who had entered the town, and he showed no mercy when he attacked.

It seemed like just one hand reaching under the blue cloth, but it made people feel that this hand, from some deeper place, passed through the boundary between illusion and reality and reached into the town.

Two fingers gently pinched, and the sound of coins bouncing throughout the town suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The Threefold Heaven Hand, exerting all its strength, broke through all falsehoods and accurately grasped the true form of the coin in the changes of yin and yang, illusion and reality.

Above the town, the faint pressure on the heads of the various capable people in the Xi Family suddenly disappeared at this moment, as if they had seen the light of day again.

At the head of the town, Shuang Zheng Jiu, who had shouldered the coin with the fu ling method, changed his face.

He carried this coin on his back to suppress the Zhao family's Bai Xi, and if the coin on his body was stolen, it would be like a spirit binder suffering a heavy blow to the object they were carrying, inevitably facing a situation of damage to their spirit and soul.

The Zhao family head, sitting in the town, seemed to hesitate for a moment. The palm extending under the blue cloth did not immediately retract, but it was only such a slight hesitation.

After all, it was a contest of techniques; the opponent made a move, and he responded.

There was nothing inappropriate.

His palm retracted from under the blue cloth, and the blue cloth slowly covered the ground.

And between his two fingers, he was holding the coin that had just suppressed the Bai Xi of the town.

The town suddenly became quiet. He held the coin in front of him to examine it, his brow slightly furrowed. It seemed that even he had not expected the victory to be so easy.

Shuang Zheng Jiu, who had sacrificed the coin and carried the endless wishes on it, did not seem to prevent him from taking it at all.

And Shuang Zheng Jiu, who had sacrificed the coin with the fu ling method, seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. His face turned pale in an instant, and scarlet blood slowly seeped out from his eyes covered with black cloth.

It was as if, when binding a spirit, if the spiritual object was damaged, he would immediately suffer endless backlash.

"You..."

The Zhao family head felt a strange feeling in his heart. The coin flipped between his fingers, and he finally couldn't help but slowly open his mouth towards him.

"Mr. Zhao, you've made a mistake."

At the moment when the Zhao family head spoke, Shuang Zheng Jiu slowly raised his head, tore off the black cloth on his face, and looked at him through the town: "Do you know the weight of this coin?"

The Zhao family head looked down at the coin, and straightened up slightly.

His eyes were grim, staring at Shuang Zheng Jiu's pale face: "You didn't come here to fight; your skills are too low, you only rely on this coin to protect you."

"Of course."

Shuang Zheng Jiu took off the black cloth from his eyes, which seemed extraordinarily bright at this time, and laughed softly: "When it comes to fighting techniques, who in the Xi Family can break your Zhao family's Bai Xi?"

"So, I didn't come here to fight today; I came to open the eyes of the people of the world..."

Suddenly, there seemed to be a bit of dominance in his voice, and his voice was powerful: "I just want to let them see, see the sky, see the ground, see who is stealing their grain, leaving them to starve to death..."

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...

At this time, before Xin Mountain, Nuo Mi Jiu (Glutinous Rice Wine) poured out tens of thousands of pounds of grain from a rice bag, as if it were endless.

And the people around here were all happy, taking rice and setting up pots to cook on the spot. Even more people dug three feet into the ground to pick up every grain of rice on the ground.

This rice was life, it was the hope of survival, and it was bought rice, which was rightfully theirs to eat.

But in this joy, everyone felt恍惚 (huǎng hū - dazed), and when they raised their heads, they saw a large hand descending from the sky, snatching away the rice from their granaries, pots, mouths, and stomachs.

The most important thing was that they didn't know how it was lost.

The rice in the bags was there, right in front of their eyes, and they could clearly see it shrinking. The mountain of rice was visibly getting smaller.

Even the rice cooking in the pots inexplicably saw the porridge becoming thinner and thinner, and after a while, the porridge seemed to turn into clear water.

They had just eaten it and were still full, but they soon felt hungry again, and their stomachs rumbled.

They didn't know what was happening, but they were sure that their grain had been stolen. It was their grain, even if they had only bought it with one coin, it was rightfully theirs to eat.

So, anger rose layer by layer, but at this moment, they wanted to know who stole their grain. If they encountered such strange things at other times, they might feel afraid, but now, they only felt anger at having their grain taken away.

And at this moment, someone sighed softly: "Still asking how the grain was lost?"

Countless eyes looked at him, and they saw that it was Lao Gao Liang (Old Sorghum), who had been mingling in the crowd. He spoke in a low voice and sneered, "The grain thief is a rat, naturally stolen by rats. Do you want to know who the rat is?"

"You steal grain, they steal grain, so why is it that some people are high above, while others have to starve to death?"

In this angry and subtle moment, it seemed that extremely complex reasoning had turned into the simplest sentence, forcibly smashing into the hearts of the people.

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Above Bai Xi Town, the Zhao family head sighed softly, slowly stood up, with his large sleeves hanging down, and walked straight towards Shuang Zheng Jiu, his voice low: "Just to make my Zhao family's Threefold Heaven Hand appear in the world, to be seen by those ordinary people, you are willing to give up your life?"

"How could that be? The Zhao family is not worthy."

Shuang Zheng Jiu smiled and looked at the Zhao family head, his face gradually becoming serious: "The biggest trick in this world has nothing to do with your Zhao family."

"It's called: Power!"

"The Zhao family's tricks are just for entertainment, stealing a little money. Only this trick can make the world take and demand as a matter of course, and after stealing, it makes people dare not question it, preferring to starve to death."

"This is not right!"

"Today, I borrow your Zhao family's unique skill to open the eyes of the people, to let them see the hand that took away their grain!"

"But this is just the beginning. I only wish to use my body as a beginning, to let the people of this world know where their grain has gone..."

"Who is the rat, and who is the person!"

"..."

The Zhao family head stopped halfway, staring at him, his voice trembling: "For this, you don't hesitate to have your spirit and soul collapse, and leave the world forever?"

Shuang Zheng Jiu looked seriously at the Zhao family head and smiled: "Mr. Zhao is mistaken."

"I am opening the eyes of the people, which means leaving a mark in this world. No matter where my body goes, what regrets do I have?"

"..."

Speaking of this, his eyes no longer looked at the Zhao family head, but slowly raised his head and smiled: "Tie Guan Yin (Iron Guanyin) is mysterious, unwilling to say this, unwilling to say that, do you really think we don't understand?"

"The only advantage of the reincarnators against the Ten Families is that they know they will die, so they don't hesitate to risk their lives to complete what they want to do."

"Since that's the case, what's the difference between dying sooner or later?"

"Brothers, my heart has no regrets, I'll take the first step, leave the chores to you..."

"..."

As his body collapsed and his spirit and soul began to annihilate inch by inch, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then, uprightly, he pinched a technique that he knew.

He didn't know many techniques, and he wasn't very interested in the skills of the Xi Family. He had always liked teaching and playing with children.

But after teaching for more than ten years, he gradually realized that some truths were indeed difficult to explain with just himself. After hearing that the Xi Family turned people into rats, he was angry, but he was more angry that those people regarded themselves as rats.

He was angry at their misfortune and hated them for not fighting.

"Whether it's the previous life or this life, there's always a feeling of wanting to smash their heads open and pour the truth into them..."

Fortunately, doing so was illegal in the original world.

But in this world, in the face of the extraordinary power brought by Tai Sui (Grand Duke Jupiter) and some desperate but just right crises, it could really be done.

And as long as they understood these truths, what was there to fear from the Xi Family?

He was worth it!

So he took this opportunity to use his body to perform the technique, borrowed that coin, borrowed the altar that Lao Gao Liang had set up for him before Xin Mountain, and destroyed his spirit and soul, mixed into the wind, drifting and swaying, blowing away.

And at the moment when his figure disappeared, it was precisely when those black shadows around the town entered the Zhao family's Bai Shen Hui (Hundred Gods Gathering).

Pairs of eyes looked at the afterimage of Shuang Zheng Jiu disappearing between heaven and earth at the same time. At this moment, they intertwined with each other, reached a subtle consensus, and then sighed in a low voice:

"Another smart guy, running away when he finds a chance..."

"It's easier for those who die first; those who die later are still worried about not finding a suitable opportunity to die cleanly..."

"Don't let us down, people of the Xi Family..."

"..."

Loud laughter rang out, and black shadows rushed into the town, facing all kinds of strange methods, heroic and unparalleled, directly meeting them. In an instant, there were people fighting everywhere.

And at this time, before Xin Mountain, where countless "rats" had gathered, An Zhou's Lao Gao Liang saw the surprised and doubtful faces of the people around him, as if he saw some strange scene between the steaming porridge.

In front of him, the incense he burned in the altar began to circle, as if someone was signaling.

He knew the time had come, so he laughed, burned incense, and called out to the empty rice granary that had just been built:

"Rice Granary God, Rice Granary God."

"Everyone sees you as more important than their mothers, I ask the Rice Granary to open its eyes and see if I am a rat or a person!"

"..."

After chanting several times, the three incense sticks in front of him burned to the bottom, and the incense smoke floated towards the mountain.

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind rolled down from the mountain, blinding the people in front of the mountain. In a恍惚 (huǎng hū - daze), they seemed to see countless people struggling, crying, and screaming miserably on the mountain, letting the people below the mountain see what they really were.

Some people vaguely saw their neighbors, relatives, and clansmen on this mountain, and even saw themselves.

They only felt an unprecedented sorrow in their hearts, a piece was taken from their hearts. When they wiped their eyes and looked again, they saw that there were no rats on this mountain, all of them were naked, dirty people, starved to skin and bones, with only fear in their eyes.

And at this time, Lao Gao Liang bowed again and shouted loudly to Xin Mountain in front of him:

"Xin Mountain God, Xin Mountain God."

"Everyone worships you as a god, I ask Xin Mountain to open its eyes and see if I am a rat or a person..."

"..."

Another faint yin wind blew, fiercely刮 (guā - blowing) into the eyes of these angry people. At this moment, in their anger, they seemed to fall into an illusion, seeing that big hand stretched out and stole their grain.

They even followed this yin wind and looked towards that small town.

Infinite anger began to surge into their hearts, fists began to clench, and people began to clench their teeth and picked up the things at hand.

A smile had already risen on the corner of Lao Gao Liang's mouth, and then, he bowed to Xin Mountain again, the voice in his mouth, like a chant and a complaint, with a desolate atmosphere that made ghosts and gods stay away:

"Heaven is a god, earth is a god."

"Heaven and earth bear witness to my diligent cultivation, but I have no grain to offer to my parents, I ask heaven and earth here, should I be a rat or a person?"

"..."

He sacrificed three times, burned incense three times, and opened his eyes three times for the people here.

The rolling yin wind, layer by layer, blew up from the mountain, blowing over the eyes of the people below the mountain, letting him see the cause and effect in the dark, seeing why the purple energy of this world was lost, and seeing why the land could not produce grain, and seeing where his strength was lacking.

The wind became stronger and stronger, not only blowing over these people, but also blowing into the distance, blowing into the camp of the Fuyáo (Whirlwind) King's army, blowing to Mingzhou, and blowing even further.

Thus, just like the former Changping King, the four prefectures were angry. The incense of Xin Mountain in this area also reddened the eyes of countless people. They seemed to see all kinds of things in this world clearly for the first time.

The killing was starting, and its momentum was unstoppable, but the reincarnators seemed to have understood long ago that it was not difficult to start a killing, but it was difficult to make the people of the world understand why the killing started.

Even if there were already redundant troops appearing everywhere under the banner of the Mingzhou King, many people still felt guilty about robbing grain.

They didn't even have the concept of "taking."

They didn't want to starve to death, but they always felt that the grain belonged to others, to the wealthy families, to the nobles. Robbing grain was disrespectful, and because of this guilt, the Xi Family's method of turning people into rats spread at once.

They committed a crime, turned into beasts to repay their debts, and it seemed natural.

It was difficult to explain these truths originally.

But there was, after all, a way to open up wisdom in this world. The birds and beasts in the world, contaminated with Tai Sui, had the possibility of opening their minds and becoming demons.

And before Shuang Zheng Jiu came to this town, he had decided to use術法 (shù fǎ - magic) to deduce and use the method of opening wisdom to open the eyes of the people here, which was equivalent to using a rude method to directly stuff this truth into the hearts of everyone.

If the truth enters the heart, the eyes will naturally become clear.

Where is the rat stealing grain? All the should and shouldn't are just the tricks of the nobles.

"Let's go!"

After Lao Gao Liang kowtowed, he stood up, holding three incense sticks in his hand, leading the way in front. Immediately, more and more people followed behind him, going to find the black hand that stole their grain.

The world was dark, and the Fuyáo King's army was stationed everywhere, but Lao Gao Liang led the way in front. Under the fluttering incense, he绕 (rào - to go around) the mountains, passed through the rivers, and actually穿过 (chuān guò - to pass through) the heavy blockade of the Fuyáo King's army from the impossible, pointing straight to the town where the Xi Family was located.

"Dad, how could this be?"

In the town, there was obviously not much fighting just now, and the people who rushed into the town now were not necessarily stronger than the Zhao family in术法 (shù fǎ - magic).

But Zhao San Yi suddenly felt shocked in his heart, looking outside the town, he always felt shadowy, and the pressure was coming like a tide.

He didn't understand the meaning and could only ask in a trembling voice.

And the Zhao family head, facing those who rushed into the town, especially those who had not yet arrived in the town, but were already coming to find the "black hand" under the guidance of the incense, felt extremely tired in his heart.

He spoke in a low voice: "It's our benefactors, coming... to collect debts!"

(End of this chapter)