"Oh, who is so brave and dares to go against our little brother?" said a strange and sharp voice.
The space inside the meditation room is also very large, as big as a medium-sized office.
It was dimly lit and elegantly decorated, with five or six strange-looking "people" sitting on a few expensive sofas.
Master Jiutian was originally elegant and elegant, but now his eyes were black and blue, his cheeks were swollen, and he hadn't even changed his wet pants. He paced back and forth in the open space in the center of the meditation room, muttering: "Absolutely... you can't be wrong... he is not an ordinary person, he knows magic... he knows magic!"
A slender man with evil eyes on the sofa opened his mouth and said: "Little brother, who did you offend? How could you offend the warlock?"
Another red-haired woman with a graceful figure and a tight purple dress smiled sweetly: "It's not too ostentatious. The tree is so big that it attracts the wind and makes people jealous."
After hearing this, Master Jiutian nodded repeatedly and said: "It must be, it must be! Many people are jealous of me and say that I am this...this...magic stick!"
The men and women on the sofa laughed after hearing this: "That's what you are!" "You are a magic stick!"
Master Jiutian's face turned blue and white intermittently as he said: "If all the big brothers and sisters teach the younger brothers a few tricks, then... then I will no longer be a magic stick, I will... I will be a real god!"
Before they finished speaking, the faces of several men and women suddenly fell, and they looked at Master Jiutian coldly.
"It's the Demon God! It's the Demon God..." Master Jiutian quickly changed his words: "What's good about being a god? There's no benefit at all..."
An extremely tall and strong man stood up. He had four eyes, two on each side. When he stood up, he almost touched the ceiling. He was three meters tall.
The tall and powerful man's voice was thunderous: "You want to be a devil, what do you think you are? Huh?"
Master Jiutian fell back in shock and fell to the ground speechless.
"Hey, don't be like this, Brother Four Eyes. Don't scare our little brother. He is the bridge between us and mortals." The fat man sitting on a single sofa said this. This fat man was short and short, with tangled and ugly features on his face, and dark red skin, resembling a mutant pumpkin.
The tall man named "Four Eyes" snorted and stopped talking.
The short, fat man chuckled, jumped off the sofa, looked at the others, opened his short hands and said, "Actually, it doesn't hurt to pass on some strength to him. After all, we need a helper, and we need a capable one." Helper, what can the little bastard do?"
The slender man with dark yellow skin also spoke: "Anyway, we have been searching secretly for a long time, but we can't find it. Now the time is almost up. I heard that the mad woman who killed the sky had a bad start. If we delay it any longer, let Zheng Zheng The gods focused on her, but lost the opportunity. She ended up like the mad woman who killed the sky, but she couldn't steal the chicken."
The graceful woman smiled sweetly and said, "I think so too. We can't find the Taisui Cauldron anyway, so we might as well make a big fuss and capture a few righteous gods and come back for torture, so we can always find out."
The little old man who had been sitting cross-legged in the corner of the meditation room without speaking shook his head and said in a thick and unclear voice: "It's not appropriate...it's not appropriate...I have news coming from my men, be prepared." The position has reached the middle, and we can’t find the Tai Sui Cauldron, so why not secretly start from the backup Tai Sui position... This is a brilliant move..."
The old man was also short in stature, and his eyes were dull, looking to the left and right, as if he couldn't help focusing. There was no tooth in his mouth, which was pitch black.
The short, fat man waved his hand to the little old man and said, "Xiao Hong, why are you worrying so much? Anyway, everyone will act independently at that time. You can do whatever you like. I have my own way!"
The graceful woman also said: "Now the central part of the country is empty of righteousness. If we don't take action now, when will we do it?"
The tall and lanky man nodded in agreement.
Everyone looked at the tall and powerful man, who let out a low growl and clenched his fists: "Don't look at me, I can't wait any longer..."
The short and fat man chuckled: "Four to one! Xiaohong, are you convinced?"
The skinny old man's eyes were dull and he stared at the ground: "It's not appropriate...it's not appropriate..."
The others ignored him and turned their attention to Master Jiutian, who was startled.
The short and fat man waved to him: "Little brother, come on, come on, we welcome you to join and let you be the sixth child! Hehe!"
The graceful woman smiled charmingly: "Tell me, what skills do you want to learn?"
Master Jiutian knelt on the ground and crawled towards the crowd, kowtowing all the way: "Thank you! Thank you -"
The only thing that happened in the next two or three days was that Ye Yuanlaodao from the No. 3 stronghold slept one night and disappeared the next day. He must have woken up at night and sneaked away.
Under the instructions of the main camp, Aguan would go to the main camp every day, firstly to see if any gods had turned evil, and secondly, to visit the evil gods imprisoned in the prison of the main camp to see if it was possible to rescue them.
On this day, Aguan, under the protection of Erlang and the generals, captured evil thoughts for the door god Qin Shubao.
I saw Erlang pinching Qin Shubao's neck, and the door god remained motionless. He looked at Aguan and Erlang with a stern look, and said some kind words from time to time, praising Erlang for his majesty, and praising Aguan for being a heroic young man. I just hope Aguan won't hurt him when he absorbs his evil thoughts.
Aguan spent a lot of effort to capture many evil thoughts from Qin Shubao, and he used the Ghost Crying Sword. He didn't stop until all the thirteen ghost faces on the Ghost Crying Sword closed their mouths and looked exhausted. Made a move. He looked at the evil thoughts in his hands, but he didn't know where to throw them.
During the previous battle, most of the evil thoughts of the evil gods and ghosts stabbed by the Ghost Crying Sword Demon were scattered. At this time, in the main camp, all the gods were worried, fearing that the overflowing evil thoughts would infect themselves, and Aguan could not use all his strength to catch out the evil thoughts. .
And the evil thoughts carried by this door god Qin Shubao are many, many times more than those of the previous spirits.
Aguan spent a day and was exhausted. He rushed out of the snow-capped mountains with two handfuls of evil thoughts, stepped onto the stone fire wheel, and rode a long way alone without holding the handle, leaving his evil thoughts in a deserted place.
Aguan stood on the mountain, watching the evil thoughts falling into the deep valley and drifting away in the wind, feeling a little aggrieved.
The gods in charge asked him to help catch the evil thoughts, but when they saw him walking out of the prison with his hands empty, they all ran away, just like Aguan holding two handfuls of stinky shit in his hands. Some gods waved their hands to him and shouted: "Throw it further, throw it further..."
Aguan couldn't help but sigh that there were many similarities between divinity and human nature.
How can a god who is not perfect in nature create a perfect human being?
Just as he was thinking about it, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, and a heavy hand patted his shoulders. Looking back, it turned out to be Erlang. Erlang smiled bitterly and said to him: "Acting Mr. Tai Sui, I have wronged you."
Aguan felt a little flattered when Erlang called him "Sir" and said "Uh-huh" and didn't know what to say.
Erlang sighed and said: "Only you and Master Chenglan can see these evil thoughts. The gods are angry and afraid of evil thoughts. They are afraid that if they are accidentally infected with evil thoughts, they don't even know what will happen to them. It is inevitable to look like He's cowardly and helpless, and he's also a little distant from you, so don't take it to heart."
"Brother Erlang, aren't you afraid of evil thoughts?" Aguan asked.
"Afraid!" Erlang laughed loudly, with a loud voice that echoed in the valley. He stopped for a long time and said helplessly: "But so what if I'm afraid, I can't imagine what will happen to Erlang after he is invaded by evil thoughts. I just want to be clear about everything before being attacked by evil thoughts!"
It turns out that as his friends turned evil one by one, the gods were also afraid of Erlang. After all, a weak civil servant who turns evil will not do much harm, but Erlang has no rival in heaven. If Erlang turns evil one day, who can cure Erlang?
Aguan nodded, gradually realizing the helplessness and worry in the hearts of the gods. No one can guarantee that Erlang will not turn evil, the Jade Emperor will not turn evil, and Sanxing will not turn evil. Everyone is just living one day at a time.
In the evening, Aguan returned to the Second Stronghold under the protection of two heavenly generals. He rode around on a stone fire wheel, rode to the market, and ordered a bowl of noodles from a food stall. While eating, eating, there was another noise outside.
It turned out that the superstitious husband and his wife Shufen were quarreling again.
I could only hear my wife Shufen crying in an almost pleading voice: "No...this is the dowry that my mother...gave me...you won't even let go of this...?"
