The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 196 Evil God
A night banquet at the Huaxu Palace directly triggered a major earthquake in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

In the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the fourth Venerable One appeared on the scene.

Moreover, he is likely to be the most powerful venerable person in the future Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

Unlike the others, this venerable who traveled overseas had his own territory, thousands of immortals and tens of thousands of servants under his command, warships, treasure ships, three mountain corpse ghosts as his vassals, enchantresses accompanying him, and Yin gods as his guardians...

Just entering Huaxu, the number of Taoist soldiers and horses under his command is comparable to that of an entire prefecture. This venerable man can be said to be like a dragon crossing the river, and he cannot be stopped.

But could the various parties in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty really not be able to stop him?

But not necessarily.

Just like at this time, the National Master's Mansion had stood in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty for seven hundred years. Apart from the City God Temple, there were countless people who believed in Buddhism in various places. So, when they heard that this overseas venerable was disrespectful to the City God and insulted the Brahma, the believers inside and outside Huaxu spontaneously organized themselves, gathered tens of thousands of believers, crossed the Huashui River, crossed the Golden Bridge, and came to the Juntian Taoist Palace where the Tōkaidō army was resting.

Who is the person you should not mess with in the secular world? The scholar? The prince? The good warrior?
Neither is true. In the secular world, the most difficult people to deal with are these fanatics, who devote their entire lives to the "gods" and "rules" they believe in. Not only do they devote their entire lives to them, they also force others to believe in them. If they are not careful, they will be treated as heretics.

What's even more terrifying is that with the slightest instigation from the high-ranking Buddhist masters like him, these believers become like blind wasps, allowing themselves to be led by the nose and stung wherever they are pointed, like human weapons.

Unwarranted belief is the first sin of Taoism!
At this time, tens of thousands of believers flocked here, but what should we do? These are ordinary people, how can we treat them?
Wu Yong sat high up on the top of Juntian Palace, but his mind was several miles away in the east of the city.

The Buddhist believers all over the city shouted "Exorcist of Demons, Defender of Justice" all the way. Every household that passed by closed their doors and windows to not let this mad dog enter.

"What are these crazy people doing?"

"The officials in the palace don't care about it at all. They drive away the believers like this and follow the religion instead of the Tao. How can this be a good thing?"

"With evil outside and evil inside, how can we live like this..."

"……·"

The doors of the city's streets and markets were tightly closed, and only sighs could be heard from the courtyards of each household.

However, at this time, the City God Temple and the National Master's Mansion were secretly looking at the Juntian Palace, waiting to see how Wu Yong and others would respond, but Wu Yong did not take any action for a long time.

The number of Brahma believers in the city increased. By the time they reached the central gate of the imperial capital Huaxu, there were already nearly 60,000 people, mostly women and the elderly, with a few strong men with thick flesh occasionally interspersed among them. Behind these tens of thousands of people, there were tens of thousands of families, including soldiers and good families, officials and families, and believers and ordinary people in the suburbs...

"Great Dharma Master of the Immortal Kingdom? How are you going to gain a firm foothold? This is not your Immortal Kingdom. Do you dare to offend the public?"

At this time, everyone inside and outside Huaxu was watching how Wu Yong would deal with the situation. His attitude would represent how the Zhou people would treat him in the future.

Wu Yong was sitting high on the top of Juntian Palace, with the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, glancing at the group of cultivators sitting below, and asked with a smile:
"If you wait, what will you do?"

This is the first question the Tōkaidō Army has asked the group of cultivators below since its establishment!

"He's just a stupid cyst. If it were me, I would just send him away." Wu Lie snorted with his hands across his chest.

Those who are brave and powerful are arrogant!

"I can cast a spell to scare him away. I will make him unable to sleep from now on and dare not move again." The ghost king laughed sternly.

The monsters are trembling!
Huang Tiandaoying and Shi Wang were even more impatient and wanted to kill him and other leaders as soon as they opened their mouths, and dispersed all the believers.

The soldiers who are practicing Taoism are so majestic and powerful that they can overwhelm others!
Only the puppet master, Taoist master Zhong Ling'er, called out softly:

"Do you need me to take action? My Immortal Puppet School has a method of pulling the silk thread. I can turn the leaders of the various departments into living puppets silently, so that they can cause chaos among themselves."

Xian Kuiyidao has a very good grasp of the situation and has the appropriate skills to cope with the situation.

Wu Yong sighed softly and said helplessly:
"To be honest, isn't this just the same old thing in the mortal world?"

"We immortals need to indulge in the practice of Taoism and understand people's hearts? Why is it so troublesome?"

Such means are extremely despicable. Why are monks and Taoists considered the lowest class in folklore? High-level practitioners believe in Taoism but not religion. The so-called good believers are just people whose minds are boxed, whose noses are put in iron rings, and who are enslaved and stupid.

Is there a God in this world? Of course there is.

This is the moment.

Tens of thousands of Brahma believers were chanting the name of Cihang Pudu. Just as they entered the middle gate, there was a sudden roar of thunder in the sky. The thunder frightened the Brahma believers so much that their three souls twisted and their seven spirits dimmed. They fainted.

Such a thundering move shocked the group of cultivators who were watching in secret.

Followed by.

"You are so stupid, why are you waiting to worship a mere old monster like a monk?"

"You must know that even if your great master enters my East Sea, he must bow and pay respects, and his identity must be verified before he is qualified to ask to enter the Taoist temple and ask for an audience. How can a wild fox Zen with only mediocre skills be qualified to talk about the orthodox religion here? It's a joke."

"Besides, who is the one who passed down your orthodox religion? Has there ever been an immortal? What scriptures do you teach?"

The dome revealed a sea of ​​blood that reached the sky, and the stench of murderous aura was overwhelming. In the sea of ​​blood, there were countless creatures wailing and twisting, just like the legendary Styx. Above the pagoda sea of ​​blood, the sound of shouting and commanding echoed.

"You are just a lonely and side sect. I am insulted, but do you have any guardians to protect you? Do you have any guardians in your Cihang Sect?"

"But my bloodline is inherited from the Taoist court of the Immortal Kingdom. There are four true immortals above me and a ten-thousand-year-old law below me. If you are alarmed, you will have no choice but to enter my sea of ​​blood and roll around, tormenting the Asura evil ghost for hundreds of years."

The Blood God smiled sinisterly, raised his hand and skinned several of the leaders into the sea of ​​blood. As soon as the second-level Brahma cultivator fell into the sea of ​​blood, his skin was immediately peeled off, and his flesh and blood melted into the red blood. His face was hideous, and he struggled with his hands and feet but could not get away, and he could not make a sound even when he wailed and screamed.

The third-turn Brahma young master outside the field had already rushed over, unable to hold back his anger and scolding. No matter how powerful the Cihang Pudu lineage was, how could they bear to humiliate a person who had just entered Huaxu like this? Besides, he and others were not really inferior to the Dharma Master of the Immortal Country.

There are thousands of people from your fairyland who are training soldiers and horses, and there are also three thousand disciples in my master's house. Not counting the number of disciples, how come I am inferior to you?
Three young masters, Brahma, strode into the field, with golden light protecting tens of thousands of followers under their command. Holding sticks and pestles in their hands, they struck directly towards the sea of ​​blood.

Of course, Cihang Pudu was able to attain the original spirit in this world, so he must have extraordinary talent, but he and others...·I saw a purple whip rope breaking through the air in the void. In that instant, the whole world seemed to be integrated into a dark and quiet place. Only the purple rope that broke through the air brought with it an extremely solemn and murderous aura. The purple light flashed, making everyone in the field feel cold all over. The three young masters were only touched. The next moment, they suddenly fell to the ground, their bodies were blue and purple, and they died within two breaths...·

"It's called Wild Fox Zen, and it really is. This is probably the weakest golden elixir I have ever encountered!"

The Scorpion Demon then held the green wooden hairpin in one hand, twisted his waist and slowly stepped out from a crack in the void, then turned around and gently pinned the hairpin she had gotten from Wu Yong - the Yu Dao magic weapon - on her hair crown. The hundred-foot-long scorpion tail behind her coiled and swayed gently, and she laughed tenderly.

The impact of the beauty and the wild beast stimulated the hearts of everyone in the field, even Cihang Pudu in the dark felt a burning feeling in his heart.

However, the Dao of this Immortal Nation is indeed quite powerful. That demon puppet woman took a blow from the Great Dharma Master Cihang Pudu without any damage; this sea of ​​blood in the sky; this poisonous scorpion banshee who was killed instantly at the third level...

But none of them seem to be easy to deal with.

[We can't attack them head-on, we have to defeat them one by one].

At this moment, the Great Master Cihang Pudu in the dark and Ducheng Huang in the shadows looked at each other, and they had the same intention to join hands as they did seven hundred years ago...

Soon after, a terrible evil wind arose in Huaxu City again, frightening all the citizens of the imperial capital into locking themselves in their homes. As the Samadhi Divine Wind arose in the hearts of all living beings, wind and clouds descended, and the sky in Huaxu City became chaotic, as if covered by a layer of haze. Even the City God who was born and enshrined here could no longer sense every street and alley at will.

"The Cihang Brahma sect has six impure roots, is guilty of greed, anger, delusion, and desire, stirs up trouble, and disturbs people's peace. It is truly hateful." "Today, sixty-three thousand people want to seize my lineage. They are guilty of greed, hatred, delusion, and fighting. I will perform a ritual for your great master and collect the thirty-three layers of your heavenly soul memories so that you can start from scratch and become human again!"

Suddenly, mantras were rang out in Huaxu City, and then a huge palm dropped from the sky, as if the whole world was centered on this palm. It scooped up the memories of those Cihang believers easily like catching the moon in the water.

After this, these 60,000+ civilians no longer had that stubborn heart to worship Buddhism. When they opened their eyes, they were at a loss, as they had not known how they had appeared in this place. Some of them even forgot where their homes were and their names.

Only an lingering feeling of panic and fear lingered in the hearts of all believers.

The Samadhi Divine Wind blocked Huaxu, and the second venerable of the sect lost the secret. At this moment, Cihang Pudu was still on the top of the observatory, staring coldly at the evil wind. He heard that the Great Dharma Master Wu had even wiped the memories of his believers, and he was furious.

It is indeed an evil, crooked and dangerous path.

……

Thus, the struggle in Huaxu City, which used civilians as weapons to exert pressure, was broken.

And from the beginning to the end, our national teacher, the Great Venerable Putang Putu, never took action in the true sense, except for the one time when he tried to break the Samadhi Divine Wind, but ended in failure.

But he lost three disciples in vain.

How many third-rank junior teachers are there in the Imperial Master's Mansion now? Losing seven of his most beloved students in one day was an unacceptable pain. But only in this way would the cautious old man, the City God, start to make moves, right?
However, things are not that simple.

Under the advice of the Junior Master of the National Master's Office, this mass parade was launched. Those few first- and second-level Brahma masters who had practiced some Brahma arts were now horrified and frightened.

They were the only ones whose memories had not been erased, and whose souls had not been tampered with, but they were even more entangled by something.

Ma Jiadalang was from a wealthy family in the northern suburbs of Huaxu. His family members were quite good at Cihang Buddhism, and Ma Laoda often helped the neighbors. The Buddhist master of the National Master's Mansion valued his influence and financial resources, and in a short period of time, he raised his arms and gathered thousands of believers.

The eldest son of the Ma family had no official position, but among the followers of the Great Master Cihang Pudu, he was also considered a leader, and he enjoyed being relied upon and having the power to call all the followers at will. Many of the ignorant women and widows in the neighborhood allowed him and other Brahma leaders to do whatever they wanted and dared not speak out. Such matters were common in the Cihang Brahma sect, and he felt at ease, after all, he was the "leader" certified by the Great Master Cihang Pudu...

But after returning from the inner city of the imperial capital Huaxu, he clearly saw several leaders die suddenly along the way.

One of the leaders fell into the Huashui River when crossing it. He struggled in panic and called for help in the water, but before anyone could pull him out, he sank straight down, shocking everyone and making them scream that he was a water ghost. The second leader was surrounded by the cultivators, and he slipped and fell headfirst on a rock by the roadside, smashing his head and dying. The third one was the one just now, who was mad, yelling and cursing at the air, and chopped off his own head with a knife!

Others didn't know why, but the eldest brother of the Ma family saw it clearly.

How could this be an accident?
When the person fell into the Huashui River, there was a three-foot-tall jade-faced puppet sitting on the eaves of the bridge, looking down at the person who was calling for help in the water. Ordinary people seemed to be unable to see the puppet. The outstretched sticks, branches, etc. were clearly poking at the person's head and pushing him into the water, but no one on the scene noticed. Under the gaze of the puppet, the crowd who were clearly trying to save people pushed the person to the bottom of the Huashui River and drowned him.

The one who slipped and had his head split open was not unlucky enough to die from the fall. Instead, after he fell to the ground, the former Brahman believers who were passing by stepped on his head one by one without knowing it, and smashed his head open. The three-foot-tall weird doll also sat on the treetop with his hands folded on his chest, watching everything indifferently.

When passers-by discovered the person with a split head, they also sighed, but still no one noticed the puppet.

The man who chopped off his head with a knife was recognized by Ma Jia Dalang. That man was called Zhao Biao. He had a pair of psychic eyes and had trained himself to have a set of golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt. He was also very famous in this circle. Zhao Biao had personally killed ghosts and slaughtered old monsters. If he was placed in the army of the Ten Divisions of the Emperor, he would be worthy of being a captain.

What could force him to cut off his own head while cursing?
That’s right, it’s still that three-foot-tall evil doll.

Is it my turn now? The eldest son of the Ma family smiled bitterly. He had never done many wrong things in his life. His Ma family was quite wealthy. They had done many good deeds for two generations. They saved many orphans, widows and old women. They built three shrines for the Great Master of Cihang Pudu. However, due to greed and the influence of various Buddhists, he had some lustful thoughts...

"Hey, Old Ma, I knew that Cihang Brahma is not an orthodox religion. I am also a sinner. It's a pity that I didn't want to do it at the beginning, but I couldn't help my greed. I deserve it."

Ma Jia Dalang's hair stood on end. He laughed at himself and walked straight towards the three-foot-tall evil doll in the distance.

Since he can't escape, that doesn't matter. Ma Jia Dalang is a decent man and he won't be the kind of person who would cause shit and piss all over the place.

But when he looked up again and looked at the other side of the river, he saw his concubine holding her young daughter in her right hand and holding her eldest son born to his wife in her left hand, walking beside a tributary outside the city.

Ma Jia Dalang was so frightened that his soul flew away.

Sure enough, the next moment, his concubine slipped and fell into the river with the little girl she was holding. His legitimate son, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, stumbled and did not fall into the river with him. The young man had sharp eyes and saw a thick log under the old locust tree. He lifted the log with great effort and stretched it in front of the concubine and the little girl who fell into the river.

But Ma Jia Dalang saw it clearly. It was not just a piece of rough wood. It was a huge black python!

The python was half-coiled around the boy, who seemed unaware of its weight. He stretched the python's head to the water gate and handed it to his stepmother and younger sister. The snake's tongue kept moving in and out over their heads, and no matter how the two girls struggled, they could not hold on to the thick wood.

In the eyes of Ma Jia Dalang, this frightened him so much that he broke out in a sweat and almost suffocated.

The man immediately knelt in front of the evil doll with a "bang", tears and snot streaming down his face. His head banged against the ground repeatedly, leaving a trail of blood.

"Great God, sir, please, let my family go. Ma Da doesn't dare to do it again, I really don't dare to do it again, I don't dare to offend Master Fa Zun again."

Looking at his wife and children who were almost in danger of being rescued, Ma Dalang felt dizzy and his nose was running.

"Sir, as long as you spare the lives of my wife and children, I am willing to cut off my head and take out my heart, lungs, internal organs and spleen. I am willing to spend all my family wealth to establish a living sacrifice for you. If you let me fight to the death to assassinate Cihang Pudu, I am willing to do that."

"Please, sir, please spare the lives of my entire family..."

Ma Jia Dalang banged his head on the ground and cried heartbreakingly.

Until I heard the three-foot puppet chuckle: "It seems that you are much smarter than the previous guy."

This evil puppet is playing with the leaders like this, of course, not just for the purpose of killing them.

With this chuckle, Ma Jia Dalang looked towards the other side of the river again, only to see the huge black python throw the young man to the ground with a flick of its body. The python slid and disappeared into the bushes in the blink of an eye. At this moment, his concubine seemed to have suddenly figured out the water conditions. She stood up straight and found that the water was not even up to her waist, so she went back to shore holding her daughter.

This situation made Ma Jia Dalang's tense body feel like a broken string. After letting out a long breath, he sat down weakly.

"There are things that mortals cannot get involved in. Otherwise, the destruction of your family is the lightest outcome for you."

“Cihang Pudu is not a god, and cannot protect you, but I am the real evil god. You can call me Wuling God, hehehe…”

"I always like equal exchange. I will save your whole family, but you need to do one thing for me."

“I want you to nail thirteen black blood nails into the statues of every living being and temple built during the seven hundred years of Cihang Pudu, and then place my name on their heads. I will step on them every day, take all their luck for the past seven hundred years, and descend to the world as a witch spirit god…”

"If it works, your whole family can live. If it doesn't, hehe, this is just the beginning!"

"Hee hee hee!"

The next moment, Ma Jia Dalang was suddenly sent to the other side of the river. He was terrified, but he could only protect his wife and children tightly. He was thankful that they were really okay, otherwise he would die with regrets. He really let his parents, wife and children down...

The warning left by the Wu Ling God kept echoing in my mind.

The King of Hell is easy to deal with, but the little ghosts are hard to deal with. And if you are infected by the evil god, besides the family being destroyed, you can only complete this deal and save the lives of your entire family!

But is it really just one deal? Is it the only one?

Young man, gods are more vicious than ghosts and scarier than demons. If you come across a temple in the mountains, don’t worship it, don’t provoke it, and don’t burn incense…

Don’t mess with the evil god!
(End of this chapter)