Who dares to object?
The four Confucian and Taoist people gritted their teeth, feeling aggrieved and regretful.
They knew that once they agreed, there would be no room for regrets. With the methods of the Great Master Yuanshen, it would not be too easy to suppress them.
"I'm not a domineering person..."
An Qisheng looked at the four of them calmly, his eyes faint, as if he could see through people's hearts:
"This journey may be difficult, but once completed, it will naturally be beneficial to you..."
"A little girl is lucky enough to be able to serve a real person. How can she dare to ask too much?"
Now that the matter has come to this, several people are naturally unable to think about it. Huang Qing'er even bowed and seemed to have accepted the fact, which made the Confucian and Taoist people look at him with some suspicion.
Busy also agreed.
But even though it was a foregone conclusion, a few people had many other thoughts in their minds.
I just don't believe it will do any good...
The four of them had their own thoughts, but An Qisheng didn't pay much attention to it. He reached out and pinched it gently from the void.
Buzz~
Visible streams of light flowed from everywhere, flowing between his five fingers and turning into a small candlestick.
"If you have any difficulties on this trip, you can light this candlestick..."
The way of gods descending to the world passed down by Lord Netherworld is different from ordinary cultivation methods. Of course, it also has the theory of "receiving a basket", but the most important thing lies in the "support", or medium, of many gods.
Only by relying on such a medium can we invite God to come.
Buzz~
Holding the candlestick, Taoist Liansheng was slightly in a trance, as if a lot of information was flowing into his mind. After a while, he lowered his head in awe and admiration:
"We must fulfill our mission..."
There is no need to explain too much. Taoist Bai Lian, the youngest among the five, is over sixty years old, so naturally he does not need too many instructions.
Just as they walked out of the Tianyi Sect's main helm, the four of them were still a little murmuring in their hearts.
The real man in white didn't seem to have any backhand left to restrain them, but they wouldn't think that he didn't. It was just that his methods exceeded the limit of their perception.
"Teacher, this god..."
After a few people left, Sa Wuling, who had been filled with doubts, couldn't help but speak.
After all, he had heard that his teacher had adopted many city gods as his own and had them stationed in the mountains and rivers, but wasn't that a formation?
What does it have to do with Fengshen?
"At this point, it's not the time for you to know."
An Qisheng replied lightly, then waved his hand and let a few people go down.
Full of doubts, Sa Wuling could only resign.
Huhu~~~
Many people retreated, and the backyard of the Tianyi Sect suddenly became quiet. Only a slightly chilly breeze blew by, raising An Qisheng's long hair at the temples.
He was alone, looking up at the sky, his eyes dim.
After his mind was spawned, he felt deeper, and he could faintly feel that an invisible crisis was coming.
This crisis was like a curtain at night, with endless darkness covering his soul.
This crisis comes from heaven.
This is Huangtian.
"sky......"
An Qisheng took a deep breath.
He had never faced such an intangible and insubstantial enemy that he could not defeat at all.
Intangible and without quality, I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I am, I don’t know my strength, I don’t know my weakness, how can I defeat him?
Everything he did at this time was just the most promising path in the deduction.
Consecrate gods to replace heaven.
Success or failure, at this time, he didn't have the slightest confidence in his heart.
Phew~
Withdrawing his eyes and cutting away all the thoughts in his mind, An Qisheng turned his palm and took out the ancient five-star altar.
Replacement scales, or the altar of responsiveness.
There are quite a lot of mysteries in this altar, but the exploitation is too cruel.
An Qisheng believed that what he paid must be equal to what was paid on the other side of the scale. However, if they were replaced, they would no longer be the same.
This altar is equivalent to eating 99% of both ends of the scale...
No matter how cruel the capitalists on Xuanxing are, they can't compare to the ugly appearance of this balance.
"ah!"
As the altar appeared, there was a subtle but sharp scream.
"ah!!!"
On the altar, many blood-red and fine chains tightly locked the half-skeleton human demon compressed to the size of a palm, and screamed incessantly.
He seemed to be suffering from inhumane and tremendous pain.
The endurance of a soul is astonishing. Even if it is the torture of Lingchi in the world, the soul can remain calm. However, at this time, Master Yixie screamed unbearably.
It shows how much pressure he is under.
"As a fellow cultivator, even if you want to kill me, you will kill me. Why do you torture me like this?!"
Two will-o'-the-wisps flickered faintly, and the hoarse and evil moans of Master Yixie were heard.
"The seventy-two evil methods are all extremely evil. Some are peeling off skin and cramps, some are extracting souls and refining souls, some are collecting purple river carts, and some are removing posthumous bodies... The pain they endure will not be compared to yours. less.
At least, you still have room to roar. To whom should they address their despair and pain? "
An Qisheng's eyes were calm and his expression did not change.
Buddhism and Taoism may not have much humanity, but the evil Taoist family must have no humanity at all. The methods of this evil Taoist are the only cruelty he has seen in his life.
The Wu family in Wuzhou used corpse bones to refine soul worms, but they still had to beat around the bush, but Yixie Dao never paid attention to this.
The seven-emotion demons, the extremely evil wood demons, the five-yin skeleton demons, the demon-refining corpse demons, etc., are all cultivated under the nourishment of countless blood essences and souls.
"Ha, ha! Who do you think you are? Lord of the Netherworld, or the savior? You are just a high-sounding hypocrite. I will kill you, but you still have to make excuses. Ridiculous, ridiculous!"
The Yixie Taoist endured the intense pain and sneered mockingly:
"Who in this world doesn't eat people? Who can say anything about it?! Even if the Lord of Netherworld Mansion still slaughters the city, haven't you ever killed innocent people indiscriminately and bullied the weak in your life?"
Huhu~~~
As the Yixie Taoist spoke, there seemed to be a sinister wind whistling around the Tianyi Sect, and there were faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling. It seemed that despite the sound of his voice, a hundred ghosts were going to be staged all around!
In a place invisible to the naked eye, with himself as the center, endless evil and resentment will burst out from the entire underground of Qingdu City.
"Strength has reason, strength has virtue, you are right."
Even though Taoist Yixie sneered and howled miserably, An Qisheng's expression did not change at all. He looked down with faint eyes and watched the Yin evil spirits gathering together, gradually giving birth to Taoist Yixie's lower body:
"In this case, I am strong at this time, so naturally I am justified!"
Phew~
Before he finished speaking, Yixie Taoist's heart was beating wildly again: "You, what are you going to do...ah!"
Before he finished his sentence, the red light above the altar was like a blow from a guillotine, cutting it into two halves.
The newly grown lower body, together with the slightly recovered lower body, was swallowed by the altar.
After nearly two years, with the nourishment of many evil spirits, the white-bone human-demon body of Taoist Yixie has recovered somewhat.
I can barely replace it again.
"The sacrifice is sufficient... to replace it."
Amidst the low murmur, the red light above the ancient altar rose again, and an invisible ripple disappeared into the depths of the void.
It was only a blink of an eye, but the screams of Taoist Yixie had not yet reached the ground.
A talisman glowing with purple light had drifted down and was held in the palm of An Qisheng's hand.
It has been a long time since he got this altar, and An Qisheng has already figured out a lot of ways to use it.
I also have a general understanding of the method used by this altar to determine the value of objects. It is based on practicality, with exercises being the most expensive, elixirs second, and magic weapon refining methods third.
The cheapest ones are some talismans or talismans that can only be used once.
Buzz~
There seemed to be a flash of light in An Qisheng's eyes.
[The magical land god seal from the great world of Chiyun. If you get it, you can become the land god of three feet and one land in the great world of Chiyun...]
[Note: Therefore, the imperial seal is time-sensitive, only for three days, after which it will lose its status (only valid in Chiyun World)]
What is waste?
This talisman perfectly explains this term.
Three feet of land, valid for three days, and only valid in Chiyun World.
As you can imagine, this is absolute trash to anyone.
If it had been anyone else, such as Zhenren Yixie, who had exchanged half a soul skeleton for such a waste product, his eyes would have turned black with anger.
But waste products also have their value at a specific time and place.
For example, at this time, in this world, for An Qisheng, the role of this talisman is much more precious than any other technique.
Phew~
An Qisheng turned his hand and put away the altar and the Yixie Taoist whose screams were getting lower and lower, and opened the talisman in front of him.
The word "conferred god" is easy to say, but it is definitely not easy to achieve.
It is definitely not something that ordinary people can do if they want to create a complete Shinto system from scratch.
At this time, An Qisheng also found it difficult to do so.
He didn't know where the Lord of the Netherworld got the complete Yinsi City God system, but it was obvious that it had a foundation.
Naturally, he is not just talking nonsense.
In fact, this talisman seal was not his first. He had already replaced Taoist Yixie's demon-refining corpse demon with something similar for research and deduction.
Otherwise, how can we convince Liansheng Laodao?
This old magic stick who has been dealing with ghosts and gods all his life is not easy to fool...
"Land, mountain god, river god, dragon king, night tour, day tour..."
An Qisheng muttered slightly to himself.
Inadvertently, I remembered my past life again.
He has lived in two lives, traveled across three realms, and has a lot of experience. The memory of his previous life no longer plays a high proportion in his overall memory, but at this point in his life, naturally there will be no ambiguity at all.
There seemed to be similar myths and legends about Earth and Star in previous lives.
No, not only the Earth Star, but also the Xuan Star seems to have...
Is that a myth system compiled by the ancients, or is it a myth brought by 'travelers'?
Or is it a legend spread from other big worlds?
With thoughts in his mind, An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes and fell into a dream.
How can it be so easy to comprehend a Shinto system that is completely different from this world and has never appeared before?
This talisman is hard to come by and difficult to deduce.
If there wasn't a way to enter dreams, even if all the ascetics in the world were sacrificed, it wouldn't be enough.
.......
The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun scattered thousands of pieces of gold through the clouds and mist in the sky.
At dusk, Qingdu City seemed to have gotten rid of the panic during the day and gradually returned to liveliness, but the flow of people was still much thinner than usual.
Only the vendors on the roadside seemed to have their doors open.
Even though they were really in the middle of it, they could still feel the panic in their hearts, which could be seen from the way they looked up from time to time.
I have lingering fears, but I can't resist the persecution of life.
Changes in the weather may not necessarily kill people, only poverty will kill people.
The endless prosperity of Qingdu City is rare in the world, so living here is naturally not easy.
"well......."
Sa Wuling touched his bare scalp in his cloak, feeling a little troubled.
There are some things that he doesn't care about when they are there, but feel uncomfortable when they are gone. The same goes for hair. He thought it was troublesome to clean it before getting it done, but if he touched one of it, he would be happy for a long time.
"It's just a little hair, what's the big deal?"
After recovering a little bit, Yan Xiake, who was also covered in a cloak, was very optimistic. Not to mention his hair, even that was gone.
What's the big deal?
He didn't care at all about the trivial matter of just three to five inches.
"Master Yan, can your body and bones still hold up?"
Sa Wuling couldn't help but feel worried.
Yan Xiake was in very bad condition at this time. Although this skeleton had the ability to absorb the energy of the mountains and earth to recover, it would take time.
At this time, Yan Xiake was almost falling apart. Every step he took made a "click" sound, as if it would disintegrate at any time, which made him worried.
"It's nothing serious."
Yan Xiake said, his steps faltered and he stopped.
Here was the entrance to a long street. In front of him was an old tree with all its leaves fallen off. From a distance, one could see a sealed City God's Temple at the end of the long street.
That's the City God's Temple.
What is enshrined in it is the imp who once served as the king of Nether Palace and is now the most powerful city god in the world, Qin Wuyi.
"It's a pity that the old city god has protected Qingdu for more than a thousand years, and finally ended up like this..."
Looking at the Chenghuang Temple with few people, no incense, and blocked by seals, Yan Xiake felt a little sad.
There are many city gods who do nothing in the world, and there are also many city gods who fool the people. There are even many city gods who bully good and fear evil, but Qin Wuyi is naturally not included among them.
The reason why Qingdu City became the most majestic city in the world was not only because it was the capital of the Qing Dynasty, but also because this place was a truly safe place free from demons and ghosts before.
pity........
"ungrateful......"
Sa Wuling also shook his head.
The two of them walked through the sparsely populated long street. With the decline of the Tianyi Sect, there were no Taoists guarding the City God's Temple. However, there were many court officials in soap uniforms who were not aware of the great changes that had taken place.
When they saw Sa Wuling, the two of them were about to have a fit, but Sa Wuling casually stopped them.
Afterwards, the two tore up the seals on the door and walls and walked into the Chenghuang Temple.
Huhu~
The cold wind blows through the snow, and the City God's Temple is extremely desolate. Dust is everywhere, the incense burner has been extinguished long ago, and there is a faint stench.
"ungrateful!"
Yan Xiake's body was shaking wildly.
This is excrement, insulting God with excrement!
squeak~
As the two people entered the courtyard, the seals on the temple door fell off, and the door slowly opened.
The two of them raised their eyebrows, and in the darkness of the door, a pair of eyes lit up.
