The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

After a brief exchange of words, Li Dao rejected Mu Shan's invitation and headed for Jinhua City.

He was going to Mao Mountain, but not now. He had to find out about the matter of the gourd baby first.

If there really was a gourd, then the couple really had refined the gourd into a Seven Star Pill. That would be a heavenly great fortune, and they couldn't afford to miss it.

In this world, the highest cultivation base was the Immortal. It was hard to say whether one was a Celestial Immortal or Earthly Immortal, but perhaps there were True Immortals as well. However, even immortals wouldn't be able to move around in this world. The person with the highest cultivation level was basically the primordial spirit.

This was good news. At the very least, Li Dao would not fear anyone of the same cultivation level and would not need to be tied down.

When they arrived at the city, there was a bustling crowd of people gathered around. There were soldiers guarding the city gate.

Everything looked no different from any other world.

Entering the city, Li Dao could feel the sparse and weak demonic energy in the air.

It seemed like Grand Xia was on the verge of collapsing. Humans and demons had been on a completely different path since ancient times, yet now there were actually so many of them mixed in, causing people to sigh in amazement.

Walking on the street for a distance, Li Dao noticed that many people were rushing in the same direction.

Curious, he followed the crowd.

When they arrived at their destination, Li Dao found out that these people had come to pay their respects to the City Lord.

In the center of the city was a magnificent temple. Zhu Zhu was dressed in strange clothing and had a mysterious secret word coming out of his mouth, which startled the citizens.

One by one, the believers took out their money to buy the so-called incense and offer it to the city officials.

Regardless of whether they were rich or poor, as long as they entered a city temple, they would all take out their money bags.

A smile spread across his face.

Li Dao strolled into the city temple, hands behind his back, like an outsider, coldly watching from the sidelines.

Jia Yi from the Western Han Dynasty wrote a poem that mocked the emperor at that time. Among the lines, there were two that went like this, "A pitiful night at the front row of the hall, not asking the living to question the ghosts and deities!"

If the government did not ask the people to live and suffer, if the people did not believe in the government anymore and placed their spirits on the ghosts and gods, then the dynasty would basically be exhausted.

Noticing Li Dao entering the temple and looking around with his hands behind his back, the temple's eyes lit up as he went up to welcome him.

This was because the clothes on Li Dao's body were not something an ordinary person could wear. Coupled with his otherworldly bearing, he was either rich or noble.

"Sir, how should I address you? I'm Yin Jiu. You can also call me Ninth Uncle."

Miao Zhu concealed the glint in his eyes and restrained the smile on his face. He walked to the front of Li Dao and spoke with a solemn expression.

"I am Li Dao." Out of politeness, Li Dao answered. If everything went as he had expected, he should fool himself with this temple.

Sure enough, the matter was as Li Dao had expected. Temple Head Zhu circled around Li Dao twice. His tone was serious and even had a bit of mysteriousness in it.

"So it's Young Master Li. You came to a city temple, I believe you must have met with some trouble?"

Without waiting for Li Dao's answer, Temple Head Zhu continued, "I saw that Young Master Li's face was yellow, and there was a dense peach blossom killing intent between his brows, is he feeling unwell? If I get up in the morning, my waist will ache, my limbs will be weak, and I won't be able to raise my spirits in the daytime. "

"Aiya, Young Master Li, you've met a fox demon!"

It seemed like this temple was treating him as a rich young master to be coaxed around. In the ancient times, rich young masters were all young and vigorous. Which one of them did not marry a concubine?

Therefore, to ordinary rich young masters, the words of the temple could really intimidate them.

Li Dao held back his laughter and asked, "Ninth Uncle, what do you think?"

"Since Young Master Li calls this old man Ninth Uncle, then this old man shall be direct. Has Young Master been infatuated with a certain woman recently? "

"Ninth Uncle, you're so awesome. A few days ago I bought a maid from the street called Little Red. She's really pretty." Li Yao nodded and followed up with the words of the temple.

"That's right, the maid that Young Master bought was a illusion of a fox demon. She is absorbing Young Master's Yuan Yang!"

"Ninth Uncle, what should I do? You have to save me!"

"Young master, don't worry. As a temple of a city god, I will definitely not sit idly by and let this happen." Young master might as well follow this old man inside to pay his respects to the old master, and ask for a spirit rune to protect himself. Tonight, this old man will follow Young Master to the mansion and accept that fox demon. "

"Ninth Uncle's words are reasonable." Li Dao's face revealed a mocking smile.

"Sir, please come with me." While saying this, Temple Head Zhu turned around and brought Li Dao to an enormous deity statue.

The statue was made of gold and jade, and its pair of eyes were protruding out of its sockets. It was staring straight ahead, appearing extremely imposing.

A strong smell of incense lingered around the idol. Judging from the charm of the idol, it seemed like there were quite a few worshippers.

Many people kneeled down devoutly and said what they wanted.