Please don't force me to be a god.

Zhang Tian was just about to get off the platform.

Suddenly, he saw Bai Yuchan looking back and forth on the platform, walked to a charred big wood, and stomped his right foot suddenly.

"Bang!"

The wood made a muffled sound.

Huiyuan asked: "Master Bai, what's the matter?"

Bai Yuchan said: "These woods have been bombarded by countless thunders. They are excellent woods for magic tools. I will pick one back and make a few magic tools."

As he said, he picked a big wood that was the darkest but relatively intact.

He stomped on the mortise and tenon joints around the wood a few times, breaking the connecting buckles, and then hugged the ground with both hands.

"Get up!"

A five or six meter long wood was forcibly carried up.

Zhang Tian scanned it with his bracelet, and estimated based on the density and volume, it was probably two or three hundred kilograms.

Bai Yuchan didn't mind the dirt, silently took a breath, and directly carried it on his shoulders, and walked steadily to the bottom of the stage.

Huiyuan saw that good things should not be missed.

Wanting to follow suit, he stamped his feet on the floor a few times, bent down and pulled a big piece of wood.

His face turned red, but the wood didn't move at all.

Seeing Zhang Tian watching him from the side, Hui Yuan's fat face turned slightly red, and he said, "Excuse me, Master Zhang. I don't know martial arts, and I can't learn from Master Bai."

Zhang Tian smiled and said, "I'll go to the palace first, don't let the emperor wait too long."

"I know."

As he said that, Hui Yuan shouted to the four monks in the audience, "Zhi Ming, Zhi Le, Zhi Wu, Zhi Jing, the four of you come up to help."

"Yes, Abbot!"

The four monks with the character Zhi as their surname went up halfway up the stairs and met Zhang Tian coming down. They quickly stepped aside to salute.

They waited for Zhang Tian to pass them before accepting the gift and continued walking.

Zhang Tian arrived at the audience.

Many people who had not dispersed saw Bai Yuchan carrying a piece of wood and suddenly realized it.

"Lightning wood! This is the best lightning wood."

"Hurry, hurry, Immortal Zhang doesn't want it, let's go and carry one back home."

"We are mortals, we can't learn from the immortals, and we can't carry it alone. Who wants to partner with me?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

A group of people rushed to the platform.

The imperial guards hurriedly stopped them and shouted, "Back off! The three immortals can take the lightning wood, but you can't."

Someone took the gold and silver utensils he had just picked up on the ground and wanted to stuff them into the hands of the imperial guards, saying, "Military, please do me a favor and I'll take a piece of lightning wood back to ward off evil spirits."

"Take it, take it!" The imperial guards quickly refused.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, the emperor might be watching from the other side of the palace wall, who would dare to accept the gift?

But under the surging public sentiment, people from all directions rushed in, and the imperial guards couldn't stop them.

A small leader was so angry that he drew out his sword with a clang and shouted, "Who dares to step forward?!"

Zhang Tian was afraid of causing a group conflict, so he said, "Don't hurt anyone."

"Yes, Immortal!"

The crowd saw that the lightning wood on the high platform was not easy to take, and suddenly someone shouted, "The pillar of the sky-deceiving technique was also struck by lightning, so it can be considered lightning wood."

As he said, he rushed towards the lightning rod.

The lightning rod only pursues height, is relatively slender, and is not heavy.

In addition, it is located on the periphery and is closest to the people.

Everyone rushed up, and the imperial guards could not stop them. In the end, they watched dozens of lightning rods being snatched away.

Bai Yuchan carried two or three hundred kilograms of lightning wood, and halfway through, a Taoist priest from Feihe Temple came to help.

Bai Yuchan laughed, handed the lightning wood to the four Taoist priests, and walked with Zhang Tian.

Hui Yuan asked four monks to carry the wood, and he was relaxed, and hurriedly ran to catch up with Zhang Tian.

However, at this time, his face was blackened by the black smoke of the palm thunder, and his golden cassock was gone.

The Buddha's appearance was only a fat appearance.

Zhang Tian was in the middle, Bai Yuchan and Hui Yuan were on both sides, and the three of them walked towards the palace gate.

Suddenly, the people watching nearby cried out loudly: "Three immortals! Help, immortals help..."

This sound was like thunder, and it was extremely loud.

Hui Yuan was so scared that his fat body shook violently, one wave after another.

I saw a huge figure in the crowd that was blocked by the imperial guards outside, and rushed straight towards Zhang Tian and the other two.

While rushing, he cried: "Immortals help..."

More than a dozen imperial guards blocked and pulled, but they couldn't pull it, and were forced to rush in front of Zhang Tian.

If Zhang Tian had not just ordered not to harm the people, the imperial guards would have come with swords and spears.

Everyone looked.

They saw a man who was even bigger than Hui Yuan, with flesh all over his body from face to feet.

It was as if he had grown sideways in the mother's womb, and halfway through, he found that he was growing in the wrong direction, so he was stretched into a human shape.

The strong man knelt in front of Zhang Tian with a "dong" sound, like an iron tower.

Seeing this man born with a strange appearance, Zhang Tian was also a little curious..

He waved his hand, signaling the imperial guards not to stop him, and asked, "Do you have something to do with us?"

The muscular man was huge and weighed much more than an ordinary person. He knelt too quickly just now and hit his knees so hard that it hurt.

His face, which was already full of muscular flesh, was twisted like a dough twist.

To others, he looked like a demon Shura, which made him even more terrifying.

Huiyuan was on the side, originally closest to the muscular man. Seeing this, he quietly moved his feet and hid on the other side of Zhang Tian and Bai Yuchan.

"I am a ten-generation bandit..."

"Shua!!!"

Before the wicked man finished speaking, he saw more than a dozen swords and spears pointed at him.

The imperial guards looked nervous.

He dared to call himself a "bandit" in front of three immortals and the imperial guards, and he had been there for ten generations. He was really bold!

With his evil face, people would believe that he was a demon Shura from hell who came to kill the immortals.

Even though the imperial guards had weapons in their hands, they were still frightened.

The thug who called himself "the tenth-generation fierce bandit" hurriedly said: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, the immortal's colleagues said I was the tenth-generation fierce bandit."

Zhang Tian asked: "Whose colleagues?"

The tenth-generation fierce bandit pointed at Bai Yuchan and said: "He said I was the tenth-generation fierce bandit, and I was a wandering Taoist priest."

As he said this, he felt that it was disrespectful to point at the immortal, so he quickly put his hands together and bowed slightly to Bai Yuchan.

Bai Yuchan didn't want to bother about these etiquette details, so he asked, "How did it happen? Tell me in detail."

The tenth-generation bandit said, "I was originally a butcher in the west of the city, making a living by killing pigs, dogs and sheep."

"Before the Chinese New Year, a wandering Taoist priest came to Lin'an and said to me outside my stall:"

"I am destined to be a tenth-generation bandit. I have to kill 99 people in one life, and I am destined to kill 999 people in ten lives."

"The Taoist priest said that I was born in troubled times in my previous nine lives, so I was able to complete the karma of killing 99 people in my lifetime."

"This life is the tenth life, but I was born in a peaceful and prosperous era. I am afraid that I cannot complete the fate of the tenth life."

"If I fail to complete the karma of killing 99 people, I am afraid that I will be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and become the evil ghost Shura, and I will never be reborn."

Zhang Tian smiled and said, "Don't you think there is anything wrong?"