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Chapter 325: Do all believers in the Qianlong Dynasty end up like this? 【First update】

The spirit of the immortal monk tried to escape, but was killed by Lin Heng.

From start to finish.

There's no big fight to speak of between the two.

It's just a crushing of ants.

This is not only because the gap between Celestial Immortals and Mysterious Immortals is too big, but also because Lin Heng's Celestial Immortal Realm is different from other people's.

Under the cleansing of great luck and Taoist purple energy.

In the same realm, it is basically difficult for Lin Heng to have an opponent, let alone crushing a lower realm.

[Congratulations to the host, you killed the Xuanxian, your cultivation level +1000000000000]

"There is actually a reward?"

The subtitles that suddenly popped up in his mind surprised Lin Heng.

It should be noted that when he was in the lower realm, he killed people in the Buddhist sect, but there was no reward for his cultivation.

"Could it be that when we reach the upper realm, the reward model is different?"

"But the woman I killed on Fire Island before didn't receive any reward..."

Lin Heng was secretly puzzled, and after some deep thought, he suddenly realized.

"It's a monster!"

"Nine times out of ten, those two monsters in front were raised by him."

"I want to use this method to deceive the world's faith, but it will also cause and effect the evil done by monsters, so he actually also bears karma!"

Lin Heng, who figured this out, couldn't help but sneer.

There are countless immortals and Buddhas in the upper world, and most of them follow the path of belief in incense.

Therefore, there are definitely not a few bald donkeys like this who feed demons, sometimes release them to harm people, and then appear in time to create an image of compassion and universal salvation!

And in this case.

It also gave Lin Heng one more option to improve his strength.

speak up.

When reading Journey to the West in his previous life, Lin Heng had always been puzzled.

Why do demons become more rampant as we get closer to the west?

There is even such an appalling thing as the Lion Camel Ridge at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, swallowing millions of people in one bite?

Now we have reached the upper realm.

Lin Heng is the one who really understands.

Demons, sometimes, are just tools of existence.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Lin Heng began to search for the bald donkey, and soon found a Sumerna Ring.

The restrictions on space magic weapons are useless in the face of absolute strength.

Lin Heng broke it open easily.

Then without any explanation, he poured out everything inside.

Among the piles of magic weapons, a letter placed in a box and flowing with fairy light was obtained by Lin Heng.

I wanted to see the contents inside.

However, the letter has been manipulated so that only the recipient can read it.

Forced spying by outside forces,

It will just burn the letters.

"Never mind."

Lin Heng collected the letter and packed it with all the treasures of Bald Donkey, and then said to himself:

"It just so happens that Pindao is here to deliver this letter."

"In this case, you can also directly ask the national master to help."

Although Yan Tong gave him a token and handed it over to the Supreme Empress, he could still ask for help from the Imperial Master.

But Lin Heng's status was special after all. If he was exposed and Yan Tong was implicated, that would be undesirable.

Without further delay, Lin Heng continued on his way.

……

the other side.

Qianlong Imperial Capital.

Today's imperial capital has completely lost the traces of the scientific era.

Everything here is like the heaven in mythology.

Under the luck of the dynasty, the Golden Palace hangs in the sky.

Many of the ministers in the palace have the power of immortals.

Not to mention the former Supreme Being, he has already transformed in a hundred years.

Even if he doesn't borrow luck, he is still a genuine emperor of the Mysterious Immortal Realm!

However, even as the head of the dynasty, he still had to be patient when facing His Highness, Zen Master Baoguan. “So, what the National Preceptor means is that all those people must be killed?”

"Yes."

Zen Master Baoguan looked indifferent.

The Supreme Being felt helpless: "In the past three years, the Imperial Master has sacrificed tens of thousands of people to my former subjects."

"Now that we have to kill more than a thousand people at once, we have to give a suitable reason, right?"

Zen Master Baoguan put his palms together and smiled: "Didn't the poor monk tell your Majesty a long time ago? Those people are all haunted by inner demons and cannot be liberated."

"Only by offering sacrifices to heaven can we dispel the inner demons and ensure the prosperity of our Qianlong Dynasty."

"Isn't this reason enough?"

His demeanor was respectful, but it was not difficult to hear a bit of dictatorship in his words.

The Supreme Being hesitated to speak and discussed: "Can you give them another chance? If they are still stubborn, it may not be too late to kill them..."

When Zen Master Baoguan heard this, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If Your Majesty wants to be merciful, the poor monk will naturally not dare to stop you."

"But this poor monk has to remind His Majesty that Venerable Xumi is always paying attention to this place."

"If I let him know that there are so many people worshiping that Taoist priest privately, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble."

"This is what the poor monk said. Your Majesty, please make your own decision."

His face was indifferent and he said nothing more.

The Supreme Being was silent, and after a long time he said with gloomy eyes:

"Everything depends on the national master."

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Baoguan smiled, clasped his hands and bowed:

"Resign, poor monk!"

After that, he left the hall in a fluttering mood.

Soon, all the immortals retreated one after another.

Only a few were left, gnashing their teeth in the palace.

"They are too hateful!"

"Your Majesty, do we really have to endure this forever?"

The person who spoke was Yan Tong's master, Meng Zhengshan, one of the five elders of the imperial capital.

Now he is powerful and has entered Xuanxian not long ago.

He is one of the strongest people in the world who has followed the imperial capital to rise up, and he is also the supreme and most important right-hand man.

"What can be done?"

"How many times have I told those Taoist believers not to worship that Guanzhu Lin anymore, but they... alas!"

The supreme eyes were full of helplessness.

Many of the old people brought by the ascension of the imperial capital were saved by that person when the demons were in trouble.

These people kept thinking of their kindness, and some even built temples to worship the temple master.

However, in the Great Chiliocosm Upper Realm, people from Taoism are being purged all the time.

Especially when the former Saint Master of Mount Xumi discovered the ascension of the Imperial Capital, he kept his eyes on this place.

He put all his resentment towards the temple owner on the Taoist believers.

I don't know how many of the old people who were brought here were given various absurd reasons to offer sacrifices to heaven.

Even the Holy Master of Mount Sumeru even intended to destroy the country.

Fortunately, Yan Tong was favored by the Suzaku Immortal Sect and accepted as a saint of the Immortal Sect.

The Qianlong Dynasty took advantage of the situation and became a satellite state of the Immortal Sect.

This made the current Venerable Xumi restrain himself a little.

But the Buddha's country is powerful.

Daxuankong Mountain, not far away from this, still used a tough attitude to stuff a Baoguan Zen Master into it and became the national preceptor of the Qianlong Dynasty.

This national master accepted the benefits of Venerable Xumi, and every now and then, he would find a group of Taoist believers and kill them to sacrifice to heaven.

Although the Immortal Sect was aware of these matters, they were disputes between Buddhism and Taoism, so they could only turn a blind eye.

The Supreme Nature is even more helpless.

So in three years, more than tens of thousands of the old people were killed.

"Why is it so frustrating to fly up..."

"Ugh……"

Several immortals in the hall sighed.

At this time, a crane flew over, and there was news that made everyone look gloomy.

"Your Majesty, Venerable Xumi's mage would like to see you!"

(End of this chapter)