The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 206 Aftermath
Within a few days, rumors spread from the cities in the Western Wilderness to the imperial capital Huaxu. The Eastern Zhou court worshipped the overseas emperor as the imperial teacher. He set out at noon and returned at midnight. In just one day, the sandstorm in the Western Wilderness that had plagued the Eastern Zhou Dynasty for a thousand years was swept away. Moreover, the scholars and knights from the cities along the corridor of the Western Wilderness personally rode their horses into the Western Wilderness. They saw that the wind and sand and the desert had disappeared, replaced by a dusty desert.

Less than a hundred miles west of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, there is a Glazed Mountain Range. The mountain range covers an area of ​​nearly a thousand miles and stretches as far as the eye can see. The main peak is towering into the clouds, and the top is covered with white frost. On the spiritual vein, there are countless green vines and branches winding around the mountain, lush and green, like an ancient forest.

"Really, is it that strange?"

A scholar pulled the reins with one hand, stopped the white horse, and looked at the epic Glass Mountain in the distance, his throat choking with sobs.

This Western Desert Corridor is where he and others grew up. They grew up listening to stories about keeping away from wind and sand and not listening to them. Today, this horrifying legend that has scared them since childhood has finally come to an end.

"Isn't it? I heard that tens of thousands of people will be relocated to build a city and reopen a prefecture under the mountain range."

"Ah? Even though the mirage monster has been gone, it doesn't seem like the Western Wasteland can be inhabited permanently, right? How do the people make a living?"

"You don't understand this. Aren't the billions of square meters of colored glaze mountains the basis of their livelihood? Cutting and mining colored glaze from the Western Wasteland, or even selling colored glaze of slightly better quality found on the road to various places, isn't that the basis of their livelihood?"

"..."

In the corridor of Western Wasteland, horses were galloping everywhere and people were coming and going in an endless stream. From then on, there was no more sand chaos and demon disasters in Western Wasteland, and there was an additional way to make money.

at the same time.

The shock was even greater in the imperial capital Huaxu. Huaxu was the imperial capital of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. The high-ranking officials and dignitaries as well as the scholars and wealthy businessmen from all over the country who came and went all showed joy on their faces.

[Your Majesty has indeed stood up. There is hope for the revival of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. ]

The young scholars in Huaxu were even more passionate and tried several times to break into the Juntian Taoist Palace. However, the palace had already been guarded by soldiers inside and out. No matter whether they were princes, nobles, or pillars of the literati, they were not allowed to enter.

Among the leaders of the Cihang Sect who were roaming around Huaxu and even in various roads and prefectures, several of them were even more terrified after hearing that the mirage monster that had been causing trouble for a thousand years was slaughtered in one day. The people in various roads, prefectures, counties and prefectures all talked and laughed about this result. There were three disasters in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty: sand mirages, evil dragons, and the ghost judge. Today, one of the three was gone, and the whole country celebrated.

One of the wealthy merchants, under the pretext of wanting to re-wrap the gilded body of the national teacher Cihang Pudu Dazun in the shrines of various places, hired craftsmen from various prefectures to rebuild the statue. However, one of the apprentices saw the craftsman take out thirteen bloody black nails and hammer them into each of the six gates and seven orifices of Cihang Pudu Dazun. Every time a black nail was driven in, the complexion of the statue suddenly became gloomy. After all the thirteen black nails were driven in one by one, the entire face of the statue of Cihang Pudu Dazun turned gray.

The apprentice's legs trembled and he cried out in shock:
"Third uncle, third uncle, look, that face is moving!"

The next moment, the master craftsman swung a wet rag in the face of the apprentice, silencing his surprise.

"Why is the ghost howling? Is the face moving? What can happen if the face moves? The thirteen acupoints have been locked up, how can it still move?"

"This is what we say in our line of work. Don't build a temple for a living person. Don't let your great master or great demon distract you and let others find a handle on you..."

"Haha, silly boy, just wait and see, this national teacher is going to have a miserable end!"

The middle-aged craftsman with a sallow complexion curled his lips.

Someone spent a large sum of money, one hundred taels for a statue of a deity. In the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, whether it was a prefecture or a large county, no one knew how many low-class people were taking action at the same time, and one more person like him would not make a difference.

What's more, the silver is actually in his hands. If he still doesn't dare to give up, then there will be no hope in his life.

What's more, he had secretly stolen one of the black nail magic weapons to study. This thing is extremely insidious and vicious, and the person behind the scenes provided such a large amount. That person should be able to handle the matter and is probably not afraid of being exposed.

Then the master carpenter took another look at his frightened nephew, his heart softened, and he said softly:
"Boy, a statue of a god is a lot of money. I am old now. If I don't do this, I am afraid that I will not even have someone to take care of me in my old age."

"You may be worried, but young people shouldn't go down such a wrong path. Go home now. I will send the money back to your father as usual."

"Just keep your mouth shut and don't hurt your uncle."

The middle-aged master craftsman encouraged the young apprentice and drove him out. Without caring about anything else, he began to apply gold juice and glaze layer by layer on the statue. In a short time, the whole statue was majestic. Then, he took advantage of the force, grabbed the pillar and jumped onto the beam, and placed a smiling jade-faced puppet on the top of the beam, just above the Buddha statue...

After finishing all this, the middle-aged craftsman pushed open the temple door and walked out without saying a word.

The temple worshipper had returned by then, and his nephew was blocking the door, harassing the two men with an anxious look on his face.

[Well, you are indeed my nephew.]

The middle-aged master called out from afar, and then took his nephew and apprentice to say goodbye to the temple keeper and others...

This kind of work is definitely not the first, and it will certainly not be the last.

And in the National Master’s Mansion.

The Venerable Cihang Pudu sat cross-legged on the top of the Stargazing Pavilion, feeling sulky. The Overseas Great Venerable first used his power to suppress others, and now he was using the name of exorcising demons to gain recognition from the civil and military officials of the court and the people of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. This made Cihang Pudu somewhat intolerable.

Ever since that Dharma Master entered the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, his practice had become increasingly difficult. He guessed that it was because that fellow had seized the country's fortune from the court, causing his practice to become increasingly weak.

We really need to find a way to put some pressure on it.

Cihang Pudu frowned, feeling his throat a little dry, and reached out to take the teacup on the table. However, when he moved, his right hand suddenly became unable to lift up, and he swept all the tea sets on the table to the ground, making the training room a mess.

Cihang Pudu's face darkened and he felt extremely depressed.

"Old man, I'm afraid you've been tricked."

Du Chenghuang just passed through the wall at this time, walked to the Observatory in two steps, looked at the mess on the ground, and said in a deep voice.

From the perspective of the City God, black gas was coming out of Cihang Pudu's seven orifices, and its Buddhist light became increasingly complex.

"Tricked?"

Suddenly thinking of the many misfortunes that had happened in recent days, Cihang Pudu was shocked and bowed to ask.

"Old Lord, I hope you can give me some pointers."

The City God loved fame and fortune, and when he saw Cihang Pudu was being humble, he stroked his grey beard and nodded. Suddenly his eyes turned cold and he grabbed Cihang Pudu with his right hand.

This made Cihang Pudu break out in a cold sweat. Could it be that the old City God's true intentions were revealed?

Before Cihang Pudu could make up his mind to resist, Du Chenghuang took out a long black nail from between Cihang Pudu's eyebrows. At this time, there was still black blood clots on the nail.

"what?"

"What method is this?"

Cihang Pudu's heart was beating wildly. This was the black nail taken out from his forehead! He didn't know when someone had tampered with it.

The City God picked up the black nail in his palm, only to sense the remaining curse power on it, and his brows suddenly raised.

[Witchcraft?]
The law of witchcraft has a medium. Once the old city god's eyes were opened, they penetrated the entire Huaxu law domain. With a thought, the city gods of various prefectures and states heard Du Chenghuang's order in an instant...

"That's it!"

The incense and the gods, within the realm of law, will come with a thought, which is what ordinary people say. When Du Chenghuang made a directional move from the realm of law, the scenes in the ancestral temples of the various national teachers suddenly played in this star-gazing pavilion.

The image on the projection wall flickered, Cihang Pudu's expression instantly fell, his body full of magical power surged, and he roared, his angry voice resounding throughout most of Huaxu.

"Who are you, wild god? How dare you set your sights on me?"

"Where are you? Check for me!"

"..."

At a time when the Imperial Master’s Mansion was in rage and riot.

Tens of thousands of miles away in the southern swamp, Yuan Zhong's Penglai Dao army was besieging the old dragon and it was already at the final stage.

The entire swamp has been completely frozen, and the cultivators are walking on the ice. The Qingyuan Taoist general holds a Taiyin flag, and as the flag is waved, the power of Taiyin turns into silver rays of light that tear things apart. Two thousand cultivators of the Penglai Taoist army form a golden net formation, which turns into a ten-thousand-foot golden net that covers their heads. The old dragon in the swamp and his five dragon sons are slaughtered one after another. Now it is the end of the old dragon, and it is difficult to overthrow it.

The Taoist general Qingyuan waved the flag like a spear, and streaks of cold light danced, like pear blossoms in a rainstorm. The tip of the spear was so sharp that it scratched the old dragon's scales and left a bloody wound in an instant. There was also the cold air of Taiyin attached to it, which was extremely cold.

The golden net cut off the old dragon's retreat. In the sky, there was another mighty Taoist riding on a gilded ancient chariot. In front of the chariot were nine blazing Suanni, who turned into nine red suns. They dragged the chariot and collided with the old dragon head-on. The nine Suanni were like the sun, and they broke the old dragon's Yin Gui Thunder Water directly.

Yuan Zhong stood on top of the chariot and smashed into the old dragon's attack head-on. Then Taoist General Qingyuan rushed forward, rolled up the flag in his hand and used it as a spear. The Taiyin Extinction Divine Light wrapped around the magic weapon and they collided several times, causing thick frost to form on the old dragon's scaly body.

Nearly twenty magicians from all directions performed the magic of Taiyin at the same time, and even the Black Mountain Ghost Judge hiding in the dark felt frightened.

Yuan Zhong pulled the reins and turned the chariot around, his eyes locked on the old dragon whose two fists were no match for four hands. With his right hand, he raised the spiritual treasure - the Taiyin Qingxuan Banner. This ancient chariot from the ancient heaven immediately controlled nine red suns and a crescent Taiyin cold moon. If the Taiyin sun fell to the earth, one blow would shatter the Baili Bingze and completely break the old dragon in two...

A first-rank upper clan, a top-level aristocratic family, with both killing magic treasures and war magic treasures in hand, and with the assistance of Taoist generals, the results of the battle should be like this, crushing with overwhelming force!
(End of this chapter)