Shulong Daojun

When Zhuyin was born, the turbid energy between heaven and earth resonated, causing the earth veins of Qingwu City to tremble for more than ten breaths, which caused many changes in an instant.

The demons hiding in the three counties and eighteen villages all believed it was a means of revenge by their companions.

After suppressing his thoughts for several days, his mind began to stir, and he couldn't help but have evil intentions.

Unexpectedly, before they could even gather and make a move, the people in the temple reported them, and Qi Yannian and his men were caught red-handed.

Since the incident in Fukang Village, everyone has known that the sorcerer had been causing trouble by using musical instruments without permission.

Whenever people heard loud music, they would go to the nearest temple, chant the name of the local earth god, and pray for the protection of the righteous deity.

Once the land sensed this, it naturally dared not neglect its duties.

After all, if one performs meritorious service, the Manifestation God will indeed reward them with incense offerings.

So he went underground to investigate and, after confirming that it was true, reported it to the county magistrate.

After a few days of this back and forth, rows of demons were kneeling in front of the altar in the back hall of the temple.

Lin Shu sat upright on the divine throne, dressed in divine robes and wearing a divine crown, surrounded by a cacophony of pleas for mercy:

"My lord, spare my life! I know I was wrong, please spare my life!"

After the first sound, there was a continuous series of kowtows, the thuds echoing as they hit the ground.

Having studied music theory, the rising and falling notes seemed to carry a sense of the changing musical scales, as if a piece of music was being played.

Seeing this, Lin Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, then casually picked up the gavel from the table, slammed it down heavily, and shouted, "Silence!"

The people in front of the table suddenly trembled, then shrank back in unison, falling silent as if trembling in fear.

They felt a chill run down their spines and couldn't help but swallow hard.

Only when he caught a glimpse of the crowded surroundings did he feel a little relieved and let out a slight sigh of relief.

Lin Shu slightly raised his eyelids, nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and said with a faint smile, "Not bad, it's quite peaceful now."

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy secretly appeared on everyone's lowered faces, and a sense of relief arose in their hearts.

But less than half a breath later, his eyes widened again, and his face showed horror.

Lin Shu raised his hand expressionlessly and said, "Since you have destroyed the earth's veins and caused the people to die, then I will bestow upon you a reward."

This day next year will be the anniversary of your deaths.

Having said that, he raised his hand and pointed repeatedly, and divine light shot straight into everyone's dantian.

In an instant, everyone's Dao embryos shattered, their cultivation was completely destroyed, and they all clutched their abdominal wounds, letting out cries of agony.

Lin Shu seemed not to hear, glanced at Qi Yannian to the side, and said softly:

"I trouble you, Qi Zheng Shen, to take these evil people away and behead them in front of the people to appease their hearts."

Let's settle this matter today.

Before he could finish speaking, he added, "And Lin Miaoyin and the other four, deal with them together as well."

Qi Yannian's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said respectfully, "I will obey the decree of the Manifest God of Righteousness."

"Hmm." Lin Shu nodded, raised his hand and waved, signaling Qi Yannian to leave and carry out the order.

He then turned and walked towards the living room in the side hall.

There's another headache waiting for him there.

Upon arriving, Lin Shu saw Zhu Yin and Qing Min locked in combat.

Although Zhuyin was born, it was born with four claws and could spew out turbid breath that corroded all things, polluted spiritual energy, and eroded divine thoughts.

Furthermore, the dragon's body is strong and its nature becomes increasingly ferocious the more it fights.

Therefore, even though Qingmin possessed the position of the Earth God and had refined pure incense, thus making some progress in his cultivation, he could not suppress it.

Qingmin can indeed be large or small.

However, in the living room, he was hesitant and worried about damaging the surroundings, so the dragon's body only shrank to half a zhang in size.

As soon as the dragon's tail lashed out at Zhuyin, before it could make its next move, Zhuyin's claws hooked onto its green scales, propelling it onto the dragon's head and emitting a low, mocking growl.

If he shrinks his body, he will be chased around by Zhuyin's turbid breath.

Zhu Yin's body would also emit a thin film of turbid breath, like mist or armor, completely enveloping him, leaving Qing Min helpless.

However, both dragons knew their limits and only competed to win, trying to gain the upper hand over the other, without ever making any move that would seriously harm the other.

Therefore, Lin Shu did not pay much attention to it.

Once they were tired from fighting, they comforted each other.

They will only get involved when the fighting gets intense.

He stepped forward, stroked Qingmin's dragon head, and said gently, "As the elder brother, there's no need to compete with your younger brother. If Zhuyin provokes you, just ignore it."

Your job is to protect the people of Fukang Village.

Qingmin lowered its dragon head, let out a hissing sound, revealing a hint of grievance, but still nodded.

Zhu Yinze's eyes flashed with unrestrained joy, and he exhaled a breath of turbid air, clearly delighted.

But the next moment, Lin Shu flicked it on the forehead and said in a deep voice, "Disregarding seniority, have you forgotten the previous teachings?"

Come here and apologize to your brother.

After saying this, Zhuyin knew he was in the wrong, so he immediately suppressed his turbid breath, raised his dragon body, and strode over to Qingmin.

Its fierce aura surged, and the dragon head nodded towards Qingmin before turning to Linshu, revealing a smug look as if it were waiting for praise.

Seeing this, Lin Shu also stroked Zhu Yin's forehead and sighed.

I don't know if it's because of poor prenatal education or because this is just how my child is naturally.

He did achieve his goal of being genuine, but there was always a sense of arrogance and ferocity about him.

What he did just now was less of an apology to Qingmin and more of a show of force, displaying an arrogant and overbearing demeanor.

The path to raising dragons is long and arduous.

However, purity and impurity are inherently opposites, and it is already quite an achievement to have reached this point.

If one does not change their nature and leaves room for maneuver so that neither side is harmed, that is enough.

Just as he was pondering, Lin Shu suddenly raised an eyebrow, flicked his sleeve to tuck the candlelight into his sleeve, and whispered, "Be quiet, someone's coming."

Immediately, with a thought, he used his divine seat to draw upon the earth's energy from Qingwu City to cover his body, concealing the aura of the turbid dragon. He then sat on the divine seat and began to review Qing Min's yellow paper report.

Before long, a magical voice entered my ears:

"Fang Zhi, a disciple of the Taiyi Yuanchen Sect, requests an audience with the Manifesting and Protective God."

After hearing this, Lin Shu put down the report in his hand and followed the sound to the front of the main temple.

Upon closer inspection, one sees an unfamiliar face, dressed in a simple black Taoist robe, looking travel-worn and somewhat reserved, standing before the bluestone steps.

He immediately smiled gently and said softly, "It's Junior Brother Fang. Please come in."

Fang Zhi was taken aback, slightly surprised.

He was just an ordinary disciple in the sect, and he never expected that Lin Shu seemed to have heard his name before, and even seemed quite familiar with it.

Fang Zhi immediately stepped forward, flattered and surprised, saying, "I have long admired your name, Senior Brother. Meeting you today, I can confirm that your reputation is well-deserved."

Lin Shu raised an eyebrow: "When Junior Brother Fang first arrived in the territory of Qingwu City, I noticed that you came in a bit hastily. Is there something important to discuss?"

Having said that, before he could utter another word, he led the way, laughing as he said:

"Why not go into the back hall of the temple to chat? There's some tea there to help relieve your fatigue from the journey."

Fang Zhi felt a warmth in his heart, thanked him, and quickly followed.

As soon as he sat down, he said, "Senior brother, the elders have already made a decision regarding Cen An's fate within the sect."

Let me also pass on a word of advice to my senior.

Lin Shu nodded slightly, handed over a cup of tea, and waited for the next part of the story.