Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 11 The City God and the Old Sparrow
Awakening, bewilderment, shame and indignation, mania.
In an instant, Li Wushou sensed a dramatic shift in the emotions within the pit.

She pressed her hands firmly against her belly, which was throbbing as if she were a baby, trying to calm Chen Gou'er inside her.

Chen Gou'er's face turned red as Li Wushou's shadow grabbed his neck, thwarting his plan to swallow the City God's golden body.

After the initial confusion, the bird in the heart seemed to sense something was wrong and began to thrash about, trying to break free from Chen Gou'er's large mouth.

The violent force rammed left and right, but Chen Gou'er held on tightly! Only one thought occupied his mind.

"You stole my things and you think you can just run away?"

The unique spiritual energy of the deity swept back and forth within the pit.

The City God awoke from the ground and immediately looked toward his golden statue.

Unlike the usual hardships, the features of the Blood Buddha Temple had already merged into the golden body, and a powerful surge of blood energy emanated from it, restoring the withered face to its former vitality.

The decay of the golden statue was stopped, and he finally survived this calamity.

But the City God showed no joy, for she saw a huge gash in her left chest!

Not only did his heart disappear, but even his left chest...
Judging from the marks left on the golden statue, it looks as if it was bitten off by a wolf!
A terrifying power of divine souls erupted from the pit, enveloping the entire City God Temple.

The high priest of the front hall was initially delighted, but then fell into astonishment.

"The City God has awakened, which means the golden statue has been completed, but why is he so angry?"

The Martial God, who was devouring living souls, was also somewhat taken aback and looked at the great golden statue of the City God beside him with some confusion!

A flash of golden light appeared between the eyebrows of the golden statue in the front hall, and the crack that had appeared during the day was repaired in an instant. A clear and cold voice rang out in the hall.

"Martial High Priest, who presided over the sculpting of the golden statue today? Has any evil spirit entered?"

The tentacles behind the Martial Priest paused their action of stuffing the living soul into his mouth, as if they were momentarily caught off guard.

Then, he activated his tentacles, sending the souls bound in front of them to the City God.

"City God, you're awake? Would you like to eat living souls?"

Upon hearing the other party's slightly naive reply, his turbulent mind suddenly froze.

The City God then remembered that this Martial God Officer devoured souls and evil spirits every day, and to avoid having his soul disturbed, he usually kept his mind elsewhere.

I was so angry that I asked a brainless person.

However, judging from the reaction of the Martial God, there should be no evil spirits or external gods entering.

Otherwise, at this point, the Martial God would at least have his brain working.

A thorough search of the entire City God Temple yielded no trace of any wolf or beast that had entered.

So, who was so fearless as to bite off my left heart?
Moreover, there were clearly serious problems with this gilding process.

Not only his physical body, but also his soul, were in serious trouble.

According to my calculations, I've actually been asleep for almost half a month.

I just checked my twelve minor priests and found that five of them were dead, and the other one was half-dead in the pit. Judging from the appearance, he was eaten by my golden body!

Logically, having replaced the flesh and features of the Blood Buddha Temple, the blood and energy contained within should be sufficient to create a golden body for him. So where exactly did things go wrong?

Thinking of this, the City God also became somewhat worried.

Because she couldn't figure out what was wrong with the golden body, nor could she detect anything unusual in her soul, this passivity made the City God somewhat uneasy!
He intended to question the high priest further, but suddenly his mind stirred and he glanced outside the temple.

Then his soul returned to the golden body in the back hall.

The City God slowly stood up. The blood and essence of his face had already restored his appearance to its original state, and the powerful blood energy filled the void in his heart.

But it's clear that it won't be completed anytime soon. However, without the influence of that strange little sparrow in my heart, recovery is only a matter of time.

"It seems I'll have to go to the Blood and Flesh Temple to get some facial features replaced."

With a murmur, the City God removed his green robe, and the bright moonlight shone on his snow-white golden body, making him truly look like a fairy under the moon.

However, the gap in the chest area is a bit of a letdown; with half of the mountain missing, it loses some of its symmetrical beauty.

With a gentle lift of her hand, a new cyan divine robe was draped over her body.

"Your Majesty, you seem quite agitated; have you encountered some trouble?"

A slightly aged voice echoed through the night sky, carrying a sense of solemnity and inquiry.

The City God remained calm, took a step, and ripples spread across the rooftop as he disappeared inside.

Li Wushou, who had been tense all along, was surprised to find that the roof was actually a mirror-like surface of water, just as he had thought the house had no roof.

Looking out through the mirror on the roof, everything was crystal clear.

The City God stood in mid-air, bathed in moonlight, his robes fluttering. In the void directly in front of him, a terrifying lark hovered above the City God Temple, its wings flapping in mid-air.

Above the lark's head, an old man in a green robe with a red collar sat cross-legged. His hair and beard were all white, and his face was full of wrinkles.

"Lord Zhu, thank you for your trouble. The golden statue was successfully cast today, and I was understandably a little excited. Is the City God Temple still being watched so late, Lord Zhu?"

With a cool and detached tone, carrying a hint of languor and casualness, the City God replied to the old man atop the skylark's head.

"Haha. When people get old, it's inevitable that they can't sleep. After all, every day you sleep is one less day you have left. It's good that the City God is alright. After all, the Five Directions City still relies on the City God to guard the Yin and Yang."

Faced with the old man's flattery, the City God did not respond favorably, even offering a sarcastic remark:
"With Lord Zhu's connections, how could this possibly be difficult for him?"

The old man's face fell, as if he were facing a sense of helplessness.

"Is the City God still complaining that I joined the Wusheng Sect? I'm about to die, and all I want is to live a few more days and help the younger generation in my family. If the City God were skilled in the art of shortening one's lifespan, why would I need to seek help from the Wusheng Sect?"

"Heh~ It seems my skills are lacking! I'm tired today, Lord Zhu, please return!"

Having said that, the City God turned and stepped back into the round pit.

The old man on the lark slowly composed himself, gazing at the ripples on the roof, the scene inside the house completely obscured.

After a long silence, the old man gently patted the lark's head and sighed:
"Let's go back!"

The lark slightly raised its head, flapped its wings and flew into the night, until it reached the sky above the city lord's mansion on the east side of the city.

The old man sitting cross-legged suddenly heard a murmur in his ear:
"This City God actually has the means to get rid of the sparrow in his heart?"

"Wouldn't coming here tonight alert the enemy?"

"It's alright, the sparrow in the soul is still there. Let's hurry up with the matters outside the city, and things will be fine in a while."

"Further investigation is needed to find out what went wrong during the gilding of the statue. I need to know exactly what happened!"

The sound was particularly abrupt, and although the wind was extremely strong as the lark flew, it was transmitted to the old man's ears very clearly.

The old man was slightly taken aback, but replied immediately.

"I understand, daughter!"

"Call me Sparrow!"

"Yes, sir!"

(End of this chapter)