The City God of a place is a righteous god no matter how you say it. He enjoys the incense and worship of the people, and is also implicated in the local people. The City God's temple is not something that ordinary people can destroy. There are many implications. The big ones will affect the chance of the avenue, and the small ones will It's such a small thing that even drinking water is stuffed between the teeth.
Of course, cause and effect are the most important, and ordinary monks would not dare to do anything casually, unless the horoscope is particularly hard.
Obviously, this group of monks probably didn't think their horoscopes were strong enough, so the old man had no choice but to do it himself.
He has white hair and a chest-length beard. If he hadn't rolled up his sleeves and overturned the altar table in the City God's Temple, then raised his buttocks to pick up the offerings from the ground, and bit into them, I'm afraid he would really have a fairy spirit. bone.
"Oh, ancestor, what kind of wind has brought you here? Come on. Did you see that the altar table of this little old man is old and worn out, so you just smashed it and replaced it with a new one? Little old man, you don't have such a blessing... "The City God suddenly appeared in the City God's Temple, looking at the old man who was chewing the offered fruit with a toothache on his face, and said with an ugly expression.
"Hmph..." The old man glanced sideways at the city god with a black face, and sneered: "If I don't tear down the golden body of your city god, I will give you three points of thin noodles from the city god."
"It's not your fault to mobilize troops and crowds, just let me know if there's anything going on." The City God stood respectfully beside the old man and said.
"Are you pretending to be stupid? Do you think I broke through the barrier early just to see you talking nonsense?" the old man said with a glare.
Forehead?
The City God was a little embarrassed.
"Who do I think you are? Haha, you are old and have a bad temper. After all these years, you are still relying on your old age, why can't you be more mature?" Suddenly, a voice came, but it was the old man who used to sit on the throne of the City God in the underworld.
Um?
The old man turned around and looked at the old man with big eyes and small eyes, just like a bastard looking at mung beans.
"Wei Zheng? Why, when you heard a little commotion, you came over eagerly to intervene? You haven't been beaten enough, right?" The old man was startled, raised his head and said.
However, his words were not too strong. Since this old boy came forward, there must be something hidden behind the matter.
"Follow me! Old man Zhuge, the majestic master of Tianji Pavilion, is still acting like a shrew and scolding the streets. How can he behave like this?" Wei Zheng shouted coldly and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.
Wei Zheng?
The monks who followed the Tianji Pavilion Master in front of the City God's Temple were stunned. This old guy was actually Wei Zheng. There were six Yin Division officials in Heyezhou, and the Daling Dynasty only had two. This Wei Zheng was one of the two righteous gods in the entire Daling Dynasty.
It was in charge of all the Yin divisions in the Daling Dynasty from the east of Bozhou to seven states, twenty-eight counties, and one hundred and thirty-nine counties. It was said to be extremely powerful.
After entering the Yin Division, Wei Zheng threw the case on the table and said coldly: "Old man Zhuge, you can see for yourself."
Zhuge Zhengye, the true lord of the mountain in Tianji Pavilion, was also the most prestigious old immortal among the Taoist sects of the entire Daling Dynasty. His face was a little gloomy at this moment.
He just glanced at the Yin Division file, and was suddenly shocked and said: "The art of soul refining?"
"Haha, do you think that if it is a trivial matter, you think that I am too busy to come here to talk to you about life, ideals, and plans for the next hundred years of the Daling Dynasty?" Wei Zheng still said with a cold face.
This time, Zhuge Zhengye did not choke Wei Zheng, but looked through the file carefully. The more he read, the more shocked he became.
At this moment, all the chief officials of the Yin Division, including the City God, were trembling with fear and did not dare to express their anger.
Suddenly, Zhuge Zhengye pointed at the file and said, "But the testimonies of the weasel and the crow spirit did not mention that Mo Bai was the one who raised demons and refined souls..."
"Hmph, are you pretending to be confused because you understand? In that battle, the Immortal Family Cave in the Mountain and Chen Qiaosheng in the Immortal Town formed the Lishui Alliance. Do you think those bastards really have the guts to kill you Tianji Pavilion without permission? Disciple? Do you think you have a long life or what?" Wei Zheng snorted coldly.
"No..." Zhuge Zhengye was suddenly startled.
The next moment, he glared at the City God and shouted angrily: "Why didn't Tianji Pavilion know about such a big event in advance?"
"Inform me? You, an old man, have been in seclusion for such a long time. Where can you inform me?" Wei Zheng's face turned pale.
"If Mo Bai really raised a demon and refined his soul, then he would have been killed, not to mention seconds!" Zhuge Zhengye said with a bitter face.
Um?
Wei Zheng was startled and said, "What do you mean?"
"This soul refining technique is just for refining other people's souls. However, after the ancestors improved it, there is a quick way, which is to kill one's own soul, use the soul to become a demon, and then absorb the monk's soul to improve one's own cultivation. , Cultivation reaches thousands of miles, and after seven or forty-nine days, he will have the power of a fake demon. After another nine or eighty-one days, I'm afraid it will be the same as a real demon." Zhuge Zhengye said.
"Then you didn't fucking tell me earlier. I hope that Mo Bai hasn't really become possessed yet, and there is still a chance to save everything. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be a disaster for all the immortal caves. Let's go to Mo Bai and die." Exploring the place where Dao disappeared..." Wei Zheng was startled, and immediately ordered all the people in Cangzhou City to clear the way. He and Zhuge Zhengye hurriedly left the City God's Temple and rushed to the place where Mo Bai died...
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At this moment, in the hinterland of Minshan Mountain, at the end of the bamboo sea, beside a river that passes through the forest.
A corpse with a hole in the chest was lying quietly on the river, with black smoke slowly rising under the sun.
Not long after, a stream of black liquid flowed out of the body of the corpse. In just half a cup of tea, this small river that was originally crystal clear became completely turbid.
But I saw that there were fish and shrimps in the ditch, floating on the river and going down the river.
Not long after, the corpse moved its fingers.
At this moment, the sky suddenly changed color, and the originally sunny weather was covered by a huge black cloud at this moment.
"ah…"
A shrill scream came, making the whole world exude an eerie feeling.
The black cloud was like a big mountain, falling down from the sky and completely submerged into the corpse.
The next moment, the corpse stood up with a ferocious face, its original appearance could not be clearly seen, and it exuded an evil aura.
His empty eyes moved, and his body flashed, turning into a black smoke and disappearing here.
…
When Wei Zheng and Zhuge Zhengye rushed to this place, they saw that there seemed to be a trace of evil spirit remaining in the sky, and that the whole ditch with black water was floating with dead fish.
"One step too late." Zhuge Zhengye frowned tightly and counted with his fingers, but suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"What's wrong?" Wei Zheng was shocked.
"Someone is covering up the secret, and nothing can be figured out. This matter is in big trouble." Zhuge Zhengye sighed.
"Looking at the entire Feng Ling world, who has such means to cover up your deductions from Zhuge Zhengye?" Wei Zheng looked at Zhuge Zhengye and said with some doubts.
"That's why I said, we are in big trouble." Zhuge Zhengye's eyes showed a hint of deep worry.
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Li Furong has never felt so tired and happy. Fairy Li has never had the experience of taking care of others.
Jiang Xiaobai had been in a coma for a long time, and there was no sign of waking up. If Jiang Xiaobai hadn't been breathing, Li Furong would have thought he was dead.
Yes, Jiang Xiaobai's condition at this moment was almost as if he was dead. He was lying straight on the ground, and his face had a lifeless black color.
Li Furong squatted next to Jiang Xiaobai. She had been staying here from last night until now.
She held her chin in her hand and looked at Jiang Xiaobai from the side. She felt inexplicably that this face was handsome. Perhaps beauty was in the eye of the beholder!
"Jiang Xiaobai, you can't die. It's hard to find someone who can make me fall in love. If you die, I don't know how long I will have to wait before I can meet you!" Li Furong murmured.
Suddenly, her stomach growled, and Li Furong felt a little hungry. She had not gone without food. Although monks did not eat three meals a day like ordinary people, after this thrilling life-and-death battle, both physical and mental energy were exhausted. Quite a few, some fatigue and hunger are normal.
"Okay, it's time to practice breathing adjustment." Li Furong thought like this and began to meditate and practice.
The Taoist ancestral court of Xiaoyao Mountain is the orthodox Taoist sect. From the beginning of Li Furong's practice, he has struggled for at least a hundred years less than ordinary people.
She sat cross-legged next to Jiang Xiaobai and started to run her skills. She saw that there was a gathering of spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, wisps of strands rippling like ripples.
Yes, what Li Furong was operating at the moment was the top spirit gathering method of the Taoist Ancestral Court of Xiaoyao Mountain.
Li Furong didn't notice that at this moment, Jiang Xiaobai's fingers trembled slightly, and then returned to calm.
Jiang Xiaobai was in a very mysterious state at the moment. The moment Li Furong started to use his skills, he had already woken up. However, he could not open his eyes. It was like a ghost in his previous life pressing down on the bed. He could sense everything around him, but his whole body was numb. Can't move.
The "Shanhe Canon" in the Dantian had absorbed most of the golden light of the Buddha's seal before. The golden light poured into Jiang Xiaobai's limbs and bones, but after Jiang Xiaobai fainted, the golden light stopped. Work.
Although Jiang Xiaobai could not move at this moment, he was already conscious, and the "Shanhe Canon" began to work again, absorbing the few remaining golden lights of the Buddha's seal.
Jiang Xiaobai felt very comfortable all over. The golden light poured into his limbs and bones, seeming to be washing the muscles and marrow, and the previously broken spine was also slowly recovering.
"What the smell, it stinks!" Li Furong suddenly stopped practicing and looked at Jiang Xiaobai again, only to see that Jiang Xiaobai's face was completely bloodless at this moment, as if he had been dead for a long time.
That stench came from Jiang Xiaobai's body.
Li Furong thought of something in an instant and reached out to Jiang Xiaobai's nose. Suddenly, her whole body felt like it was struck by lightning.
"No...no breathing?" Li Furong felt her mind go blank.
Dead?
Jiang Xiaobai, are you going to die now?
Li Furong felt that her heart was very blocked. She just sat in front of Jiang Xiaobai blankly, with the corners of her eyes feeling inexplicably moist.
I don't know how long it took, but the stench on Jiang Xiaobai's body became stronger and stronger.
Li Furong woke up suddenly. She wiped away her tears and took a deep breath to cheer herself up.
"Li Furong, you have to be strong, you shouldn't be so negative." At this point, she stared at Jiang Xiaobai again and said, "Xiaobai, don't worry, even if you die, I will let you die with dignity, no You will be killed in the wilderness."
After finishing a bowl of poisonous chicken soup for herself, Li Furong began to dig a hole nearby.
Jiang Xiaobai could sense Li Furong's every move. When he was confused, a terrible thought suddenly came to Jiang Xiaobai's mind.
This...this can't be, you're going to bury me!
As soon as the idea came up, Jiang Xiaobai felt a little pain on his face. It was the gravel that Li Furong dug into the pit that hit his face.
Jiang Xiaobai's soul is gone.
His consciousness was struggling desperately, and his soul was shouting crazily:
Hello…
What do you want to do?
I'm not dead yet. I can still be saved. Could you please check the body carefully?
