Chapter 48 Who Pays Tribute to Whom

Chapter 48 Who Pays Tribute to Whom

Chapter 48 Who Pays Tribute to Whom (3 Words)
Yuqiong Mountain, Jingxian Temple.

Song Qiuyue and others also saw the strange changes in the sky.

The giant sun and the red moon appeared together.

Day and night are mixed together.

Although they didn't know what had happened, they felt an indescribable fear and uneasiness.

In the face of the collapse of heaven and earth, it doesn’t matter whether you are a Yuanying Zhenjun or a member of a prominent family.

There is no difference between them and ants.

"This this……"

Zhao Hai and other cultivators were almost unable to speak. They kept talking this and that but could not utter a complete sentence.

Instead, Song Qiuyue looked confused.

She is a girl from an aristocratic family, and the Song family is a prestigious family with a long history.

Naturally, they are exposed to much more information than ordinary monks.

She had seen some things in the family's secret records that could not be revealed to outsiders.

Day and night are confused.

That is a strange phenomenon that only occurs when the heaven and earth undergo unusual changes.

Before the change in the sky, the connection between the human world and the underworld had not been severed, and there were even monks who had cultivated to become immortals appearing in the human world.

But after the changes in heaven and earth, evil was born.

The spiritual energy is disappearing every moment.

When night and day were redefined, all the monks, regardless of their level of cultivation, disappeared.

Even immortals are the same.

Even if one cultivates with human energy, one can only achieve the Nascent Soul True Lord in eight hundred years.

What monks pursue is becoming immortal and achieving longevity.

Naturally you are unwilling to accept this, but no matter how extraordinary your talent is or how unrivaled your ability is, it is useless. You will either turn into a handful of earth or become a god on the spot.

Of course, it can also turn into evil.

There is no other choice.

Some monks even speculated.

Popularity is not spiritual energy.

The sky today is not the same as the sky in ancient times.

The law of today is not the same as the law of ancient times.

Then are people today not the same as people in ancient times?

All of this was written down in the Song family’s secret records.

The person who wrote this secret record was the ancestor of the Song family. He didn't know whether the cultivator's speculation was correct or not, he only knew that the other party died miserably.

His bones were crushed to dust and his entire clan was exterminated.

As for this matter, no one who knows about it will tell anyone.

Reiki is Reiki.

Heaven is Heaven, and today’s law is today’s law.

People are people, and it has always been this way.

And just then.

A ray of golden light flashed across the heads of Song Qiuyue and other cultivators in the blink of an eye and sank into the Jingxian Temple.

The brass oil lamp carried the unconscious Chen Huangpi.

Go straight to the main hall of Jingxian Temple.

As if knowing that the brass oil lamp was about to come in, the door of the hall opened automatically without wind.

Inside the main hall, the scent of sandalwood wafts through the air.

A Taoist priest in a dark blue robe sat cross-legged facing the temple door.

"Guanzhu..."

The brass oil lamp recognized at a glance that this was not the purple-robed Grand Master, nor the white-robed Second Master, but the omnipotent Master who Chen Huangpi was determined to cure, who patrolled the mountains all the time and would not allow any disaster to occur in the Shiwon Mountains.

"Master, please save Chen Huangpi!"

The brass oil lamp is tearful.

The temple master did not answer, but simply waved his hand, and the brass oil lamp turned back to its original form.

And Chen Huangpi flew in front of him.

Although the abbot is old, he looks thin and his hair is all white.

But it is taller than ordinary people.

Even when sitting, Chen Huangpi was only about the same height as the master of the temple.

The brass oil lamp dared not make a sound.

He could only watch helplessly as the temple master placed Chen Huangpi on his knees and cleaned the dust off his body.

But apart from this, the master of the temple did not take any other action.

This made Huang Tong Oil Lamp extremely anxious, and he could not help but say, "Master, Chen Huangpi is dead, please save him quickly."

Hear this.

The temple master then glanced at the brass oil lamp and laughed, "It's okay, Huangpi is just growing a little anxiously."

"It's not a big deal."

"But……"

"Huang Er, you are a person without good eyesight."

The temple master joked, "I finally woke up for a while, so let me look at him a few more times. Next time I see him, he will have grown up."

"Guanzhu."

"Ok?"

The brass oil lamp hesitated for a moment, then said, "Outside, the sun and the moon are in the same sky, and night and day are mixed up again. Could it be that the world is going to change again?"

In fact, it is an illusion.

I always feel that this strange phenomenon in heaven and earth seems to be caused by Chen Huangpi.

Otherwise, why didn't it grow normally? Once it suddenly grew rapidly, the abnormal phenomenon disappeared.

"Yes and no."

The master of the temple seemed to see what the brass oil lamp was thinking. He nodded and then shook his head, but his loving gaze never left Chen Huangpi.

"The changes in the world haven't even ended yet, where did the word 'again' come from?"

The brass oil lamp said, "When you created me, I heard you say that the heaven and earth would change strangely, and the division of day and night would be redistributed after six days and six nights. Now that the heavens are changing strangely again, isn't it another time?"

"Six is ​​the cathode and nine is the anode."

"Yin and Yang are intertwined and inseparable. Yin is Yin, Yang is Yang, Yin gives birth to Yang, and Yang gives birth to Yin."

The master's voice was obscure, but it pointed directly to the root of the changes in heaven and earth: "The Hundred Thousand Mountains are where the sun sets first and the moon rises first, so the changes in heaven and earth also start from here, first the cathode and then the anode."

"The cathode is determined by heaven, I won't care, but the anode..."

The abbot whispered three words.

"I don't like it."

These three words really touched the brass oil lamp's heart.

It was so excited that even the lamp oil was boiling.

I wanted to bow down and call him Master like Chen Huangpi did.

But the words came to his lips.

The brass oil lamp subconsciously flattered him: "Master, my life is worth it to be created by you. The name you gave me is also very nice. I will not run away like Huang Yi. I will stay in Jingxian Temple and accompany Chen Huangpi all my life and protect him all my life."

"You are a thoughtful person."

The temple master glanced at the brass oil lamp and joked, "It's just that you are too talkative. You always say bad things about me, but you dare not say it out loud. You can only write beautiful articles in your heart. But you need to change..."

At this point, the master suddenly paused. Huang Tong Oil Lamp thought the master was angry, and was so scared that he immediately promised: "Yes, yes, I won't dare to do it again."

"That's not necessary."

The abbot waved his hand and said casually, "I knew what kind of personality you have when I created you. It's better to be like that in the future. Just don't use too dirty words, so as not to bring bad influence to Huangpi."

After saying that, he put the tangerine peel down.

At this time, the brass oil lamp discovered that Chen Huangpi's chest had been rising and falling in an orderly manner without him knowing when.

It seems to be just as the master said.

It just grew a little too fast.

"Master, are you going to deal with that anode?"

The brass oil lamp refers to the strange phenomena in heaven.

The temple master walked past the brass oil lamp and said calmly without even turning his head: "This is not the anode, it is just an illusion that appeared in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. If I don't allow it, even this illusion will not appear."

"Look, it's gone."

The brass oil lamp looked up and saw that the huge sun that had risen from behind the red moon disappeared in the blink of an eye.

There is still one hour before dawn.

So, it is night now.

The brass oil lamp was excited and subconsciously wanted to compliment, but he couldn't see the owner of the temple.

……

Outside Jingxian Temple.

Inexplicably, a breeze blew by.

The thick white fog that had trapped Song Qiuyue and the others and forced them to the Yuqiong Mountain suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

"Has the strange fog dissipated?"

It was only at this time that the monks discovered.

They were standing in front of the tall gate of Jingxian Temple.

"Look, the words on the mountain gate have changed!"

Someone cried out in fear, and everyone looked up, only to find that the three big characters "Jingxian Temple" originally written on the mountain gate had unexpectedly become "Zhenxian Temple" without anyone knowing when.

And what's even weirder is.

After the white mist dissipated, they saw that the Jingxian Temple had become completely different from what they had seen during the day.

It became bigger, and countless houses and buildings appeared out of nowhere.

No, it's more than that.

As soon as these monks raised their heads, they all collapsed and knelt on the ground.

There is no pressure at all.

There was no intimidating aura.

They just saw a number of huge, blurry, god-like and demon-like figures standing behind the Jingxian Temple.

"Run! Run!"

The only thought in Song Qiuyue's mind was to escape.

Although I don’t know what happened, this opportunity is rare now.

The further you run, the better.

At night in Jingxian Temple, the monks cannot fly because they will be discovered by the evil spirits and then attacked.

But she brought sixty gods.

It was enough to protect them from flying into the air and escaping from the Ten Thousand Mountains overnight.

but.

The sixty gods only responded to her with one sentence.

"Lie down, don't move."

Before Song Qiuyue had time to think, she heard footsteps coming from above her head.

The sound came from far away.

But no one dared to raise their heads.

Only when the footsteps approached did Song Qiuyue and others see a pair of Taoist shoes out of the corner of their eyes.

The shoes are dark blue.

It's not white, nor purple, nor blue.

It’s that weird old Taoist priest.

Song Qiuyue's face was pale and she didn't even dare to tremble. She could only bend her body even lower, clinging to the ground like a bug.

……

At this moment.

Among the hundreds of thousands of mountains.

The rumbling sound continued.

The earth shook and the trees fell.

The mutated statue roared to the sky, unwillingly destroying everything around it.

The black smoke surrounding it burned the earth into a charred black color.

But at this moment.

The mutant statue froze, and the giant eyes in the palms of its waving hands reflected the figure of a skinny old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe.

Although he is tall, he is smaller than an ant in front of the huge body of the mutant statue.

There was a pop.

The mutant statue knelt down on the spot.

Even the black smoke surrounding his body shrank back into his body.

A pair of hands were put together and kept bowing and saluting.

The mouth on the chest of the mutant statue opened and closed, as if saying something begging.

"You've had your larynx removed and you're still talking nonsense."

The temple master said indifferently: "I brought you all here from Daqian and explained the seriousness of the matter from the beginning. But after I went crazy, you all ran away one by one. It would have been fine if you ran away, but you, after suffering a little, want to come back. How can it be so easy?"

"Now that you have transformed into an evil being, you actually want to eat the yellow skin. This is truly treasonous!"

"If you were not the only god left in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, I would beat you into powder right now."

There was nothing unusual about the sound.

There was neither thundering words nor strong winds.

But the mutated statue was trembling with fear and kept bowing and saluting.

Without the black smoke surrounding it, it seemed much more sober, and became a poor god whose offerings were often stolen by Chen Huangpi.

But wrong is wrong.

It's no use regretting it.

The temple master simply stretched out his hand and pointed, and the body of the mutated statue suddenly exploded, revealing a large piece of flesh and blood.

It seems completely different from other clay and wood sculptures of gods.

They are real living beings with flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood exuded a fresh fragrance, without any impurities, and even no black smoke.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a plate of fruits and cakes and flew into the hands of the temple master.

When the mutated statue raised its head again, the master of the temple was nowhere to be seen.

　There is one more chapter, 46-47, you can refresh to read it. I will release another chapter in the evening.

　　This extra chapter doesn’t count, it’s just a small bonus.

　　
　
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