When the new city emperor's official residence was completed, the whole city celebrated and held a temple fair with loud gongs and drums. Regardless of whether they believed in the city emperor or not, the people would want to go there.
Whether they have experienced war, encountered evil spirits, or just surviving is breathless, they all need a gap to resolve, and Xuanzhou City also needs a grand event to rejuvenate.
The death ceremony at Guangjiao Temple was originally an opportunity, but it was too close to the war and people were obsessed with mourning and had not yet recovered.
This time the temple fair was just right.
The city emperor sat high on the throne, and naturally a steady stream of believers came to offer incense. People carried his throne to inspect Xuanzhou City, and there were gongs, drums, and firecrackers to show auspiciousness.
The county official presides over the ceremony in person, and the rich and powerful follow behind. Then, it is the common people's despicable industry.
The Wandering God did not come to the place where the Wutong God was, but the rampant gods in front of the Wutong Temple looked at the grand event from a distance.
Immortal Jinting waved, and Dijia came over respectfully.
Immortal Jinting asked: "How?"
Di Jia had a complicated expression on his face and said, "The sacrifice to the righteous god is indeed comparable to that of ours."
Immortal Jinting shook his head and said, "I'm asking you how you feel. Are you jealous? Are you unhappy? Are you unwilling?"
Dijia looked at the Great Immortal Jinting steadily, and under his curious eyes, he still answered truthfully: "Jealous, resentful, unwilling, even hating, but there is no other way."
Immortal Jinting waved his hand again, asking him to step back.
Di Jia didn’t know what kind of medicine was sold in Jinting Immortal’s gourd. Jinting Immortal thought that if the Rampant God was jealous, resentful, unwilling, and resentful, what about the Wutong God himself?
Why does Shangfang Mountain have to raise so many demons to maintain its incense, while the city emperor only needs to sit in the temple, and all kinds of offerings and sacrifices come to him uninvited.
Will the Wutong God be angry? Will you be resentful?
Immortal Jinting felt that they were angry and resentful, and that they desperately wanted to squeeze into the ranks of the Zhengshen and share sacrifices with the City Emperor God.
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Immortal Jinting lowered his eyes slightly, with countless thoughts swirling in his mind.
After the temple fair, Wu Yang from Xuanzhou County went to send gifts and congratulations, but the Xuanzhou City Emperor kept them in the dark for a long time. It was not until late at night that he seemed to remember, and ordered the left and right judges to take away the gifts and find an excuse to send them back.
After accepting the gift, the matter is done. But Wu Yang from Xuanzhou City kept drinking and became extremely drunk after he came back.
If the Great Immortal of Jinting was not here, they would have to vent their anger.
But with the presence of Immortal Jinting, they had probably figured out the commander's temperament. He had a high self-esteem and didn't think much of anything. He also felt that he was a coward who bullied the weak.
If something happened to make him unhappy, he would have to be severely punished, so he had to drown his sorrows in wine and drink himself to death.
A few days later, good news came. General Shuibu captured a Taoist and returned to Wutong Temple in Xuanzhou.
The little Taoist shivered and knelt at the feet of the Great Immortal Jin Ting, trembling like a quail.
Immortal Jinting looked at General Shuibu, and General Shuibu said: "Commander, we investigated the evil cultivator that the commander met. After repeated inquiries, there was no result, but this group of people came by themselves and destroyed several of our temples. , I killed several brothers. I went to investigate after I got the news, but the evil cultivators ran away too fast, leaving only this kid behind."
Immortal Jinting raised his eyebrows and said, "Destroyed the temple and lost the generals?"
General Shuibu said: "Yes, these people are coming for us."
General Shuibu kicked the little Taoist and said, "Speak for yourself."
The little Taoist trembled all over, and the words poured out of his mouth like beans poured from the bamboo tube, saying: "Wu Hong, the little Taoist, Huo Fang, the master, and Huang Chi, the master."
He secretly raised his head to look at Jinting Immortal, as if he wanted Jinting Immortal to react to the name, but Jinting Immortal only showed impatience on his face.
The general of the Ministry of Water sneered, and Wu Hong, the trailblazer, immediately spoke quickly and flattered: "It's Master Huangchi... No, old weirdo Huangchi sent us out to find out about the Wutong lineage. Huangchi not long ago The old monster hurried out and came back seriously injured. He also lost an arm. It was said that he was injured by an expert from the Wutong lineage, so he sent us out to investigate the Wutong incident. After we found the Wutong temple, we started to destroy it. A few."
The Great Immortal of Jinting said to himself: "Old monster from Huangchi? He is truly a filial son and a worthy grandson."
Wu Hong cried: "That old monster scolded us when we moved. If we didn't get our way, he would torture us with evil methods. Every disciple he taught was good, and none of them was good. I was deceived by them. Yes, I have to worship him."
"This venerable god, my magic power is low, and I can't be taught by them. They are the ones who destroyed the temple. I was just implicated, not the main instigator."
Immortal Jinting was too lazy to listen anymore and looked at General Shuibu, saying: "Drag him down and ask about the situation, and then he will mobilize all his troops to capture the old monster from Huangchi."
General Shuibu laughed ferociously, grabbed Wu Hong's clothes and dragged him out of the door.
Just hearing the terrible screams, within a moment, the general of the Ministry of Water came in with blood on his clothes and reported: "Commander, no one knows the real name of that old monster. Because he established his mansion in Huangchi, he called himself the ancestor of Huangchi. Now that old monster The monster is seriously injured and has only a few disciples, all of whom have ordinary abilities and are not difficult to deal with."
"Please lead your subordinates to lead two thousand soldiers and horses to Huangchi. I will return with the old monster's head."
The Great Immortal of Jinting said, "You don't need me to go?"
General Shuibu said: "That old monster has been injured by the Great Immortal. If I can't take it off, wouldn't it be a waste of the title of general."
Immortal Jinting nodded and said, "That's right. But be careful. Although the old monster was severely injured by me, he has a new flying corpse. Don't take it lightly."
The general of the Ministry of Water said: "My subordinates take orders."
The general of the Ministry of Water gathered his troops, ordered two thousand rampant gods, and headed straight for the Huangchi River.
The disciple of the old monster in Huangchi was taken on the road by General Shuibu. When the dark wind blew, he disappeared in an instant.
Immortal Jinting stood in front of the Wutong Temple and watched the Rampant God set off for battle. He didn't know what he was thinking about.
In addition to the five rampant gods who have already occupied the divine throne in Wutong Temple, even the Dijia went to defeat the old monster in Huangchi.
The Great Immortal of Jinting sighed leisurely and said: "We say goodbye to Yanghe, the autumn wind kills us."
Immortal Jinting returned to the courtyard, and his five white tails turned into smoke, covering up all sensations.
He took out the moon phase instrument, and words like dense mantras appeared one by one, which were the names of rampant gods.
He waited quietly, and soon, a name faded away on the death certificate, indicating that the owner of the name had expired.
died.
Then, one name after another faded away, and the names transformed by Qi continued to disperse like flying smoke, leaving behind dim ashes.
