Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 106 Surprise Attack on the Paper Goddess

Li Wushou was about to push the door open and enter.
The void beside them suddenly distorted, and the two paper-figure Taoist boys, having finished absorbing blood, floated back unsteadily.

Li Wushou stepped aside, and two paper figures floated past him. Suddenly, a shout came from inside the Taoist temple: "Child, come here!"

"Yes! Concubine!"

Their lazy expressions turned serious, and the two hurriedly pushed open the temple gate and went inside.

Li Wushou followed behind the two and stepped into the Taoist temple. The golden pupil that had been trembling in his arms fell silent. It seemed that this was the right place.

Looking up, the entire Taoist temple, from its buildings to its ground, was made of white paper. But whether viewed with the naked eye or felt by Li Wushou, it was no different from white jade.

The two paper figures passed through the porch, avoided the Yin-Yang magic array in the Taoist temple, and circled around to the side of the Paper Goddess's white paper altar.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

The paper goddess raised her six arms high, making different hand seals, and her yin-yang Taoist robes moved without wind.

With a change of hand seal, a paper frame flew out from the altar, and two paper-figure Taoist boys quickly floated over and caught it steadily.

"Deliver this box of talisman seeds to Wusheng Pawnshop in the East City! Remember, enter through the East Gate!"

Two paper figures, carrying a paper frame, nodded repeatedly with rosy cheeks, replying, "Yes, Your Majesty, we'll go right away!"

The paper goddess nodded slightly, and two paper boys, carrying the paper frame, swayed and flew out of the Taoist temple again.

The Taoist temple fell silent once again!
Li Wushou didn't rush to make a move. He had seen the Taoist temple through the divine eyes of the Civil Official, but that was just a remnant of the Civil Official's soul. If the Civil Official had really seen that clearly, he wouldn't have been trapped under this Yin-Yang Taoist Temple.

Moreover, Li Wushou still vividly remembers the paper maze folded by the Paper Goddess in the last time his soul was captured.

As the two paper Taoist boys flew past from one side, the void there suddenly folded for a moment, and the two of them seemed to have traversed space, arriving directly at the altar of the Paper Goddess.

The space inside this Taoist temple is clearly wrong.

Li Wushou focused his mind, and the scene before him changed layer by layer, with folds appearing in the void!

As expected, this place, which looked spacious and simple, was actually divided into sections of space inside.

This paper goddess appears to be sitting upright on the altar, but in reality, she is sitting cross-legged in the main hall of the Taoist temple.

It also has six arms raised high and is dressed in a yin-yang Taoist robe, but its overall size is different from that of ordinary people on the altar. Instead, it is about the same size as the two paper Taoist boys, about the height of a seven or eight-year-old child.

A scroll lay flat in front of her, depicting a yin-yang symbol that was half blood-red and half dark. The projection of this yin-yang symbol onto the ground in the courtyard was a reflection of this symbol.

The priest was actually trapped inside that painting.

Li Wushou disliked dealing with these strange gods; they were just too cunning!
The River God is the best, he's both stupid and delicious!
Muttering a curse to himself, Li Wushou tried to walk into the Taoist temple along the folds of space, but as soon as he moved, he keenly noticed that the Paper Goddess had moved her eyebrows warily.

They quickly stopped walking again.

The Paper Goddess opened her eyes, observed the situation again, and her brows furrowed even more deeply.

"It seems I've been too stressed lately, but it'll be over soon!"

With a murmur, the Paper Goddess closed her eyes again.

Li Wushou sighed softly, realizing that it was impossible to sneak silently into the other party's side.

The incense in his abdomen was still smoldering, and he dared not use it all up, otherwise there would be trouble outside the forest when he left later.

"It seems we'll have to make do with the Martial Priest!"

Li Wushou took out the clay sculpture of the Martial God from his bosom, wiped off the incense sticks on it, and threw it along the folds of space toward the altar of the Paper Goddess.

The instant he released his grip, Li Wushou clasped his hands together, forming a Yin-refining seal, and a divine voice entered the clay sculpture. "Martial God, wake up quickly! The Civil God is trapped beneath the Yin-Yang Daoist aura of the Paper Goddess!"

After awakening the Martial God, Li Wushou took a step back and merged into the violently fluctuating spatial folds!

The clay sculpture of the Martial Priest, which was attached to the dojo, floated above the dojo and suddenly unleashed a domineering wave of divine soul energy!

A burly warrior figure emerged, his tentacles stretching wildly behind him, quickly coalescing into a grayish-blue armor that he wore.

At the same time, the groaning corpses of evil spirits beneath his feet suddenly flowed towards the palm of the Martial God, instantly forming a straight-bladed longsword that gleamed with an eerie light!

The martial priest stood there, sword in hand, exuding a murderous aura. Even just standing there, the space within the Taoist temple began to crumble layer by layer.

"Hmm? How dare you, Paper Guanyin! How dare you plot against the priests?"

At this moment, the Martial God was clearly thinking. He didn't give the Paper Goddess a chance to reply after shouting, and directly drew his sword to strike!
The Paper Goddess was also taken aback when she saw the Martial God who had suddenly appeared in the White Paper Taoist Temple.

What followed was a chilling feeling!
This sense of dread wasn't from fear of the martial priest, but from fear of the opponent's silent and stealthy methods.

Throughout his own Guanyin Mountain, no one noticed this infiltration at all.

It's fortunate that it was the Martial God today; what if it were the City God?

If the Martial God can infiltrate in this way, how could the City God not be able to?

And what is Zhu Sihai up to? Didn't he say that today the Martial God and that High Priest Li Wushou went to subdue the Tree Goddess?

Did I hear that right? Did he say "Paper Goddess"?

At this moment, the Paper Goddess's thoughts were racing, but the Martial God's sharp blade gave her no chance to continue thinking.

With his six arms raised high, he continuously formed hand seals, and one after another, exquisite paper Taoist temples vanished into the void beside him.

The warrior priest's sword, which had cleaved through the void, suddenly stopped in place.

Li Wushou watched carefully from the shadows. The Martial God's sword light did not actually stay in place. Instead, the void that the sword light shattered was constantly repaired and restored by the Paper Goddess's paper temple.

Therefore, to the naked eye, it appears as if it has stopped in place.

As the chief priest of the City God Temple in charge of killing and destruction, the Martial God Priest naturally knew the Paper Goddess's abilities!

With a sharp brow, the hovering blade of light shattered with a deafening roar. The Martial God stepped forward, passing through the space shattered by the explosion.

When he appeared, the Martial God was already on one side of the Paper Goddess's white paper altar.

With his sword raised high, the Martial God official slashed diagonally, about to sever the Paper Goddess in one blow.

Such decisiveness and efficiency truly befits a priest whose name is synonymous with martial prowess.

If the other party hadn't consumed too many living souls, causing their mind to become disordered, Zhu Sihai probably wouldn't have dared to act so recklessly.

Pity!
Li Wushou sighed inwardly. Although this strike was ruthless, it didn't actually kill the Paper Goddess herself.

"laugh!"

With a single stroke, the paper goddess on the altar was cut in two!

The Martial God showed no joy. He had slain far too many evil spirits, and the feeling of that last strike was off; it lacked the exhilarating sensation of the blade slicing through the body and soul of the monstrous being.

The martial priest's expression hardened, and he was about to survey the surroundings when he suddenly felt a weight on his head.

Looking up, a tall white paper tower seemed to be falling straight down.

Judging from his posture, he actually wanted to suppress the Martial God Officer directly inside the tower!
(End of this chapter)