Being favored by evil gods, I became sick and weak and became the Bone Bodhisattva.

He sighed and ordered to tell He Jianjiao that he had entered the palace.

In the past, as long as King Zhao gave the order, Palace Master He would rush into the palace even in the middle of the night.

But this time, King Zhao waited in the palace for a long time, but only waited for the excuse that someone was not feeling well and was not suitable to enter the palace.

What kind of physical discomfort can immortals suffer from?

Even the excuses are so perfunctory!

King Zhao's face was as dark as water. At this moment, he could not stop his murderous intention towards He Jianjiao.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, didn't the domestic situation really start to get out of control after He Jianjiao built the Dragon Yang Palace and brazenly attacked Qian Mian?

"Preach to the God of Prison, and to the Bodhisattva of Clay Figurine Square."

Seeing that Jiao didn't come to the palace, King Zhao could only retreat and find the other two people to discuss.

and......

"The disciples of the Yanglong Hall have misbehaved and are lawless. He Jianjiao is ordered to close the door for a month and meditate on his own mistakes."

Although murderous intent was already raging in his heart, in the end, King Zhao still suppressed his anger and made the most restrained response to He Jianjiao's disrespectful attitude.

He Jianjiao could find any excuse not to come based on his own strength.

The Hell God and the Clay Bodhisattva cannot do that. These two are a bit weak in strength, and they are extremely eager to establish a religion.

And if he wants to establish a religion in Zhao State, King Zhao cannot get around it no matter what.

Therefore, as soon as the Hell God and Ni Bodhisattva received the summons, they rushed to the palace.

.................

The God of Prison arrived before the Clay Bodhisattva, but this god suddenly stopped when he reached the palace gate.

wow-

The silver cord wrapped around his body gave a frantic warning, asking him to leave immediately!

The Prison God hesitated and made no move. Not long after, the Clay Bodhisattva also arrived.

"..."

Looking at the crazy warning silver cord, and then looking at the palace, Ni Bodhisattva suddenly felt a strong sense of ominousness in his heart.

But, to go or not to go, that is the question.

After staring at the palace for a long time, the Prison God gradually became somewhat willing to retreat.

The main reason is that a certain immortal has given instructions to King Zhao, saying that his life will not be long.

There seems to be no need to put yourself in danger for a dying person.

It is true that the establishment of a religion in the State of Zhao cannot avoid King Zhao, but King Zhao is not always the one in the palace.

The Hell God wants to retreat, but the Ni Bodhisattva is ready to take the risk.

Of course, taking risks doesn't mean jumping in headlong. Mud Bodhisattva asked the God of Hell to do him a favor.

What are you busy with?

Tie the arm with a silver rope. If any danger does occur, pull it out in time.

The prison god hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed to help.

He was really curious about what was going on in the palace.

After the silver rope wrapped tightly around his arm, the Clay Bodhisattva strode into the palace.

The Prison God's face was solemn, and he stared at the retreating Clay Bodhisattva, his eyes unblinking.

As time passed, the expected danger did not occur. The Clay Bodhisattva successfully walked into the hall and met with King Zhao.

After a moment of burning incense, the Clay Bodhisattva walked out of the hall.

The false immortal waved to the Prison God and walked quickly outside the palace.

Arriving at the door smoothly, the two sides looked at each other, both looking relieved.

Can......

The Clay Bodhisattva raised his feet halfway, but could not land on the ground.

One step away, so close to the end of the world!

................

Seeing something strange happen, the prison god pulled the silver cord hard without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, the silver cord automatically disconnected with a click.

Deng Deng took two steps back, and the prison god lowered his head in disbelief.

He looked at the small half of the silver cord in his hand and felt like crying.

wow-

The silver rope tied to the right arm of the Clay Bodhisattva slowly loosened, and then it bounced up and wrapped around the neck of the Clay Bodhisattva.

At this time, the Prison God finally understood why the silver cord was automatically disconnected just now.

This is all because the part that entered the palace has been inspired by some evil force and happily turned into evil.

If the remaining half is not disconnected in time, He may also be harmed!

"..."

The Clay Bodhisattva stretched out his hand, grabbed the silver rope around his neck and tried to tear it off, but it was in vain.

The silver rope around his neck became tighter and tighter, and soon the Clay Bodhisattva was hung in despair at the entrance of the palace.

This situation really made the prison god feel cold from head to toe.

He retreated continuously, and finally turned into a ray of divine light and stayed away from this extremely evil palace.

Chapter 297

Ever since his whole body began to swell and suppurate, King Zhao could no longer sleep peacefully.

It was raining non-stop outside, making the whole bedroom feel damp.

A vague stench lingered on the tip of his nose, which was the smell of corruption coming from his own body.

To put it another way, it's actually a 'death smell'.

King Zhao's heart trembled, and he shouted loudly: "Come, come!"

The eunuch on duty immediately pushed the door open. The moment the door opened, King Zhao discovered that the rain outside was actually red.

"Get the seven copper coins left by Special Envoy Qian."

On that day, Qian Chishi set up a seven-star evil array in front of King Zhao and told him to stick the copper coins on his back.

However, with the character of King Zhao, he would not use it with confidence until he was sure that the formation and the copper coins were absolutely harmless to him.

But, there is a saying that goes well - that moment, this moment too!

"..."

Looking at the seven copper coins in front of him, King Zhao was still very hesitant.

It is not easy to make a decision that goes against one's own nature, but previously the clay-embodied Bodhisattva was helpless in his situation, and now only the Immortal's methods may work!

With the shadow of death hanging over his heart, King Zhao finally gritted his teeth and turned over with difficulty.

"Are you familiar with it?"

"Your Majesty, my servant has practiced the arrangement of these seven copper coins thousands of times."

King Zhao made a sound of "En" from his nose, and just as the eunuch was about to take action, a guard suddenly ran in with a panicked look on his face.

"Your Majesty, it's not good! Yes, there is a clay sculpture hanging at the entrance of the palace."

This is definitely a major event that can affect the situation of Zhao State, but when it came out of the guard's mouth, it was full of absurdity and even a hint of joy.

...........

There was dead silence in the room, and the eunuchs and guards on duty were nervously waiting for King Zhao's order.

"Why haven't you started yet?"

King Zhao's tone was impatient, and what he said shocked the two of them.

"Yes!"

After regaining consciousness, the eunuch picked up a copper coin and carefully placed it on King Zhao's back.

However, the next moment, his hand was frozen in the air and unable to move.

"Your Majesty, there is something, something invisible grabbing the slave's hand."

The eunuch on duty had a cry in his words. As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist was suddenly broken by the invisible thing with a click.

"Drag it!"

The eunuch's cries made King Zhao upset. He gave an order and the guards who were half kneeling on the ground immediately dragged the eunuch away.

Slowly getting up from the bed, King Zhao said coldly: "Seeing that you are so anxious, it means that Special Envoy Qian's method is really effective. Huh, no one else is needed, I will set up the formation myself."

In his current state, it is definitely quite challenging to stick the seven copper coins on his back one by one by himself.

But things have come to an end...

Seven strange sounds reached King Zhao's ears almost at the same time. He followed the sounds and found that all the copper coins were broken into four petals.

These were copper coins used by the immortals as favors, and they were ruined just like that.

King Zhao's sneer froze on his face. At this moment, a strong impulse spread in his heart - leave here, leave this damn ghost place!

"..."

But even if he leaves the palace, those things will definitely continue to haunt him, right?

It doesn't work anywhere I go, so I still have to find a way to solve the problem.

However, after thinking about it, King Zhao found that he seemed to have no cards left to play.

The only clay Bodhisattva who was willing to stand by his side had just been killed by those lingering ghosts.

...........

"The mud tire was hung by a silver rope at the entrance of the palace, and was turned into a puddle of mud in the rain of blood?"

After receiving such news, He Jianjiao couldn't help but show a bit of ridicule on his face: "Haha, a bodhisattva made of mud dares to enter the palace. Now he can't protect himself."

There is no grudge between Ni Bodhisattva and He Jianjiao, but the former dares to call himself Bodhisattva because of his ability to fake immortality, and it is impossible for the latter not to feel bad.

What kind of clay Bodhisattva is that? You are worthy of it!

"Master, after the death of the Clay Bodhisattva, the King will pay more attention to you."

A disciple said flatteringly: "In a few days, the closed door order will be lifted."

Closed door order?

He Jianjiao really couldn't laugh or cry.

Although it is true that he did not put much effort into cultivating these disciples, if these words were spread today, other immortals would be laughed at for decades!

"Your Majesty is really confused. He dares to strike hard in this situation."

He Jianjiao said calmly: "If he doesn't return the favor, he might think that even immortals have no temper."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples around him couldn't help but feel scared and excited.

"Master, what do you mean?"

"The scam of the Spring of Rejuvenation should be exposed by him now."

He Jianjiao said casually: "Let the people of Zhao country understand the true face of their country's leader."

In the past, immortals would have been a little hesitant about doing this kind of thing.

But now the Mud Bodhisattva has turned into a puddle of muddy water, and the Hell God has not stepped into the palace but turned into light and gone away. Who else can King Zhao, who is not far from death, send?

So what if he was slapped in the face, I'm afraid he would just have to suffer it for the rest of his life!