The world of Taoism

Chapter 240 Seeing the Poor Dagger (Seeking Subscription)

When the god opened his eyes and completed the final steps, a loud shout came from behind everyone.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a middle-aged policeman in black and surrounded by his men.

Add up a total of four 50 people.

All of them had knives in their hands, and some even held heavy crossbows, as if they had come prepared.

Seeing this group of official figures, the refugees dispersed one after another.

The middle-aged head catcher separated from the crowd and came down to Zhou Yi with his hands.

"Who ordered you to do this?"

This person is the chief arrester in Yangzhou City, responsible for managing the city's security. His surname is Zheng, and people generally call him Chief Zheng.

Mr. Zheng stepped forward in a stately manner, holding the sword in his hand, and looked around.

"My lord, it's like this..." Wang Erzhu came out and told Mr. Zheng what happened from the beginning to the end.

Hearing Wang Erzhu mentioning that the gods saved him, Mr. Zheng sneered, as if he was very disdainful.

"That is to say, this god of heaven saved you? Then you built a temple from your heart?"

After receiving confirmation from the other party, Mr. Zheng shook his head.

"No, there is no official document, and it is not allowed to build temples without permission. Whether it is a god or a ghost, you must abide by the rules. Come! Evacuate the crowd."

Mr. Zheng issued an order, and all the subordinates around were dispatched.

Although the refugees were angry in their hearts, they had no choice but to walk away because they had knives and guns in their hands.

However, some "diehards" still chose to wait and see, Zhou Yi and others and Wang Erzhu did not take a step forward.

Although Wang Erzhu was afraid, but with the presence of these people on Monday, he felt much more at ease.

"Oh? Aren't you leaving? Then don't blame me for being rude!"

Mr. Zheng said, and then he raised his right hand, and forty or fifty of his subordinates behind him raised their heavy crossbows.

The arrow was even painted with black dog's blood, as well as talisman water for killing demons and ghosts.

Even spirits can seriously injure it.

This is a military-style heavy crossbow that can easily penetrate armor.

Even cultivators dare not act rashly in the face of dozens of heavy crossbows.

"Why did you stop us?" Zhou Zhou's face sank like water, and his murderous intent suddenly rose.

"It's just business." Mr. Zheng said with a smile.

In addition to these subordinates, there are people ambushing beside them, as long as I give an order, they will swarm out.

Mr. Zheng came prepared this time.

As the chief catcher, he certainly knows some things that ordinary people don't.

Such as cultivators and gods.

He did his homework this time, and he found out that there is no temple at all in Yangzhou.

No temple means no Yin Soil, no way to transmit divine power through the temple to affect reality.

Although the news of Shenxiao Tianzun's beheading of Jiaolong was learned, it was only a matter of practitioners.

The real world probably won't matter.

More importantly, the superior gave the order to die.

No matter how much Mr. Zheng resisted, he had to come over.

There were troops ambushing around, so Mr. Zheng boldly came over to obstruct it.

"Still leaving?" Mr. Zheng asked, "I don't know how to live or die, let me go..."

"slow!!"

There was a loud shout from the side, and a man in green shirt came out.

It turned out to be Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan was followed by a few subordinates. These people held weapons and confronted the surrounding arresters.

"Who are you?" Mr. Zheng looked back.

"Zhou Family Zhou Xuan, Inspector of Jingtian Division, Shi Jiangnan County Chief." Zhou Xuan took out a stack of official documents.

Ignoring the knives and guns around him, he walked up to Mr. Zheng on his own.

When the others wanted to stop them, Mr. Zheng waved his hand to make his subordinates stop.

Zhou Xuan took out an official document, which was stamped with the seal of the palace, and the official seals of Hu Cao Gong Cao and others.

It turned out that Zhou Xuan had already made preparations in advance.

Official documents were stamped through Chunjiang Palace with Yangzhou officials long before starting planning.

After managing all the way, coupled with the face of Chunjiang Palace, Zhou Xuan got the official document smoothly.

It's just that he didn't say anything.

"This is..." Mr. Zheng couldn't believe it, so why did the superior ask him to come here?
"I don't care who you are instigated by, in short, leave if you don't want to die, otherwise don't blame me for being rude..."

Zhou Xuan's tone was flat.

Mr. Zheng didn't take it seriously at first, but when he met the eyes of the person in front of him, his heart skipped a beat, and his heart almost jumped out of fright.

The eyes of this person in front of him are like bright gemstones, emitting a faint blue light, Mr. Zheng can even see his own clear reflection.

Under this sharp gaze, it seems that everything is invisible.

Mr. Zheng had already left with his subordinates far away in a daze.

"Continue!" Zhou Xuan laughed.

On Monday, I calmed down and recited the last scriptures again.

A sacrifice to the green hills, the weather is good, the phoenix dances and the dragon soars.

The second sacrifice to Changyuan has a long history and is covered in all directions.

Three sacrifices to the ancestors, good fortune goes hand in hand, prosperity and strength come together, come together in awe, gather together with gratitude, and feast on Wei Wei.

After finishing speaking, he took a brush, lit the hot stamping liquid, and tapped the god's eyes out of the pupils.

At this time, dark clouds were densely covered, and thunder billowed in the sky.

The wind was blowing more and more intensely, as if it was going to blow the whole person up.

There are even ghosts with teeth and claws faintly visible in the sky.

Seeing that the statue is about to be cast, the demons and ghosts are eager to move, wishing to replace it immediately.

Ordinary mortals can't see it, but they can also feel that the wind is blowing hard, the temperature around them drops, and the scorching summer turns into autumn.

Zhou Xuan had already left at some point, leaving only the others standing in place.

In fact, he hid in a private house, sat cross-legged, and entered the Crystal Palace with his mind, turning into the god of heaven.

Zhou Xuan sensed a group of people calling him.

Countless beliefs come rushing towards you, as long as you open your heart, you can break through to the next level instead of struggling in this level.

Of course Zhou Xuan would not do this.

Then he turned his head and looked down to the point where the call was strongest, which was where the first temple of the God of Heaven was located.

At this moment, Zhou Yi had already opened his eyes.

With a thought in mind, Zhou Xuan drove the Crystal Palace to the top of the temple.

outside world.

After clicking his eyes on Monday, nothing seemed to happen.

The people around were a little stunned, and they were all at a loss.

"I'm coming!"

"look!"

The crowd suddenly made a noise, looked in the direction pointed by others, and the scene in front of them was unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

I saw a resplendent palace appearing in the sky.

In this resplendent and resplendent palace sits a mighty and tall Thunder God.

The moment the God of Thunder and Lightning appeared, there was a strong wind around him, and countless ghosts and gods came biting at him.

Stealing Faith is not just about entering a statue.

First of all, you must defeat that god, or steal his divine power, before you can enter the statue and attract other people's beliefs.

Ghost mist and demon wind swept in, and there seemed to be countless ghosts hidden in it, and their targets were all Zhou Xuan.

The gods are actually relatively weak at this time. After all, they have not taken root in the temple and gained the support of faith, just like duckweed without roots.

That's why all the ghosts dare to come and make trouble.

For a time, the group of demons danced wildly.

Even the common people below discovered the existence of ghosts, and some even fell down on the spot in fright.

"What the hell?" Zhou Xuan thought to himself.

These ghosts are too arrogant, but they can only sense the realm of psychics.

Zhou Xuan thought about it.

buzzing...

Crystal Palace trembled.

A boundless force swept over, and the evil wind and ghost fog dispersed immediately.

Countless ghosts and monsters were wiped out amidst howling ghosts and wolves, and some turned into a cloud of wind and fled far away.

The dark clouds dispersed immediately, and the common people below cheered and bowed reverently.

As soon as Shenxiao Tianzun pointed out, a golden light sank into the clay statue.

Boundless beliefs swept in and were absorbed by the statues one after another, but that was all, Zhou Xuan did not absorb these beliefs.

The golden light is equivalent to Zhou Xuan's distraction.

He can use the temple as a node to observe the surrounding things.

"Do it!!"

At the same time, there was a sound of shouting and killing.

A group of soldiers appeared out of nowhere, riding a dark cloud.

These turned out to be a group of Yin soldiers!
Among the crowd, a piece of mahogany flew out.

The mahogany grows against the wind, and with a mountain-like force, it presses down towards Zhou Xuan.

At the same time, there was another cry of killing in reality, and a general appeared with soldiers and surrounded the refugees and the temple.

"Did the killer come out?" Zhou Xuan smiled, his eyes piercing the void, looking at a middle-aged man several miles away.

This person is Chen Gongda.

Mr. Zheng's arrest just now was also attracted by Chen Gongda.

He didn't care about Mr. Zheng's arrest either.

If it can be driven away with the help of official power, it will not take much effort.

Moreover, Boss Zheng is not one of his own people, so if he dies, he will die.

Killing Mr. Zheng and arresting him was exactly what he wanted.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zheng was a softie, and he was scared away before he even made a move.

Now I can only do it myself.

(End of this chapter)