Chapter 449: The Government and the People Are Shocked
Chapter 449: The Government and the People Are Shocked (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Inside the main hall, several grand masters were still discussing.
Li Yuan picked up a fruit and ate it, thinking about it in his heart.
The two Dharma masters can kill the master of one path, then there are the nine Dharma masters, plus such gods as the Dharma Yin boy, the four Vajras of blood, flesh, tendons and bones, and the five great Galans of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.
The power of the Evil God Cult is much more terrifying than the imperial court and the five major Taoist sects.
But in fact, as far as he knew, the Evil God Cult had always been suppressed for more than a thousand years, or even earlier.
This made him feel a little bit weird...
He waited until Fang Sanyun, Zen Master Dading and others left before he asked about his doubts.
"What do you think the Evil God Cult is?"
Hearing Li Yuan's question, Long Yingchan asked back.
"This……"
"Stop playing charades!"
Long Xixiang interrupted with a frown, and Nie Xianshan was also quite dissatisfied. They both hated the old guy's way of speaking.
"cough~"
Long Yingchan coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.
"All the gods of the evil cult, whether they are the Dharma Master, the boy, the Vajra, or the Master, are ultimately human."
Nie Xianshan explained:
“The foundation of the evil god cult is the method of worshipping gods. This method has the ability to prolong life, absorb incense, and protect the soul.
Therefore, over the past thousands of years, there have been many top masters who joined before or after their death, and as time went by, there are so many hairy gods today."
Li Yuan nodded to show his understanding.
Most of the Evil God Cult's masters came from outside the cult. Traitors like the Scarlet Flame Dragon King have been common over the past thousands of years.
"You ask, the Evil God Cult has so many gods, and should be extremely powerful, why is it suppressed by us and controlled and driven by the court?"
Seeing Li Yuan nod, Nie Xianshan did not keep him in suspense:
"Nothing else, just incense."
"Incense?"
Li Yuan's heart moved slightly.
"Is it easy to reverse life and death?"
Nie Xianshan sneered: "Rituals, prolonging life, maintaining one's own existence, and even coming into reality, all of them require incense."
"Lots of incense!"
Long Xixiang added:
"Due to the restrictions on incense offerings, most of the hundreds of gods in the Evil God Cult are in a deep sleep, and only a handful of them can walk outside."
Unable to walk in the human world, but still need incense to survive, is this the reason why the imperial court can curb the evil god cult?
"No wonder..."
Li Yuan understood something in his heart.
He thought about it and it seemed that there were only a few hairy gods walking around.
"There are hundreds of hairy gods, but only a handful are useful."
Long Yingchan said calmly: "The old ghost with a thousand eyes calls himself the master of the law, but for more than a thousand years, he has to fight in person every time."
Tsk, when I think about it this way, it seems a bit embarrassing.
Li Yuan felt somewhat relieved.
"If there is no imperial court, it doesn't matter how many evil gods there are. If we seal off the temples, they will all starve to death without any action."
Long Xixiang sat down and picked up a fruit from the table and started eating:
"If the evil cult is really powerful, then we should be the ones hiding underground right now."
Nie Xianshan paced a few steps:
"The imperial court keeps evil gods, and these evil gods are, to some extent, completely suppressed by the imperial court. The demise of the dynasties before the Great Fortune was mostly related to the evil god cult."
The evil god cult is both strong and weak.
This thought popped up in Li Yuan's mind, which seemed a little strange, yet very appropriate.
"You only saw the two great masters of the Evil God Cult ambush and kill Wei Tianzuo, but in more than a thousand years, or even in the history records, there has only been one time when all nine masters attacked together."
Long Yingchan frowned, expressionless: "The court must give an explanation for Wei Tianzuo's death."
The court is resting its mind.
But fundamentally, these temples are all within their sphere of influence. They can be blocked or even flattened.
However, the major Taoist sects were unwilling to touch the incense unless it was absolutely necessary. Many years ago, due to the establishment of temples for incense, there were several times when the Taoist sects and the imperial court had a dangerous full-scale war.
"There may not be any explanation."
Long Xixiang was not optimistic:
"That old ghost with a thousand eyes is the chief of the Dharma Lords. All the hairy gods are under his control. Can the court still hand him over?"
"Then fight!"
Nie Xianshan spoke in a very aggressive tone. He was very angry because of the problems in forging weapons and the constant stream of miscellaneous tasks.
"Easier said than done."
Long Yingchan glared at him.
The imperial court is not only the nominal overlord, but can also be regarded as the largest sect in the world. If we go to war with it, let alone the chances of winning, even if we win, how many people will die?
What's more, it's hard to say whether those companies want to fight or not.
"Let's break up!"
Nie Xianshan wanted to say something, but Long Yingchan waved his hand and started to chase him away. He was quite annoyed.
"The disciple retire."
Li Yuan bowed and said goodbye.
Nie Xianshan and Long Xixiang also bowed, turned around and left.
Woo~
Not long after the few people left, Long Yingchan let out a long sigh and suddenly bowed behind him.
In the side hall, the little tiger cub walked out slowly. She had stayed there for most of the day, listening to these old guys talking nonsense for a long time.
She was a little annoyed at first, but then her mood suddenly improved a lot.
Not only was her Zhaixing Tower like this, the Five Great Dao Sects were not much better...
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Mr. Qin."
Long Yingchan asked the person to sit down, or squat down.
"If you fight, count me in."
Qin Shixian was decisive and efficient. Whether it was the imperial court or the Evil God Cult, she would just fight them all.
She killed the Grand Master of the imperial court and also the Mao God of the evil cult.
"...Thank you, Mr. Qin."
The two junior brothers were already reckless, and this one was even more important. Long Yingchan almost frowned, but after calming down, he said:
"Master Qin, may I ask if your ancestor is okay?"
Qin Shixian glanced at him:
"died."
"Hey, I'm so sorry."
Long Yingchan couldn't see any expression on the tiger's face, but such a straightforward answer seemed like a lie. Qin Yun is still alive?
"The leader of a great sect was ambushed and killed in the wilderness, nailed to death on the mountain wall... The five great sects don't even have this much courage, which really disappoints Qin!"
Qin Shixian shook his head and no longer wanted to stay.
She was too lazy to pay attention to these nagging old guys, but she couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
How did those heroes in the legend who could command the whole world with just a wave of their arms do it?
"..."
Long Yingchan bowed and saw him off, feeling a little amused.
This guy has improved a lot compared to last time, he knows how to provoke...
"If Qin Yun hadn't died."
When this thought crossed his mind, Long Yingchan's mind became more active. If that was the case, then many problems would not be problems anymore.
He had fought against the nine great masters of magic, Wan Zhuliu, Wu Yingxing and others, and had killed a peerless ruthless villain who had entered and exited the imperial capital three times.
After World War I, the world was at peace for fifty years.
If only he could come again...
……
"Are you not going to meet Long Yingchan?"
In the darkness of the night, the little tiger walked slowly, asking questions in his heart.
"It's not yet time."
The old man was still thinking about something and replied casually when he heard it.
"Not yet?"
Qin Shixian frowned.
"These old ghosts of the Evil God Cult can't scare Long Yingchan. This little monk is very cunning, and his martial arts skills are just okay."
The old man looked back at the main hall of Longhu Temple with a dim gaze.
"He may not be much stronger than Wei Tianzuo, right?"
Qin Shixian was a little dissatisfied. In the old man's words, she was not yet "okay".
"You underestimated him."
The old man sighed in his heart. Apart from her talent in martial arts, this girl could not be compared with Long Yingchan.
"Ok?"
Qin Shixian's heart was slightly moved.
"Among the five great Dao sects of this generation, only two people are passable. Yuan Qing is one of them, and Long Yingchan is the other."
The old man paused and said, "That Long Xi Xiang seems to be okay."
"is it?"
Master Qin was skeptical. How come she didn't see that these two old monks had other outstanding qualities besides being shameless?
"hold on."
The old man didn't say it clearly, which made Qin Shixian feel a little itchy:
"What are you waiting for?"
"Not urgent."
The old man smiled:
"Wait until he begs me, well, it probably won't take many days."
"Ok?"
Qin Shixian frowned inwardly, who could scare someone that even the Evil God Cult couldn't scare?
"Wan Zhuliu?"
She asked tentatively.
The old man said nothing.
……
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Danshan Prefecture, Bamai Mountain.
Call ~
The hurricane howled, blowing sand and rocks within dozens of miles. The majestic Duntian Boat, as big as a city, stretched across the sky, and a huge shadow hung down, covering a large area of mountains.
The thousands of people are walking in the air.
He glanced at the ruined land and his eyes fell on the mountain wall.
The sword energy flattened the nearby hilltops, and an old man with messy hair was nailed to the cliff. Strangely, there was not a drop of blood.
"Wei Tianzuo, just died like that?"
Wang Jin walked over slowly, glanced around, and suddenly felt unhappy:
"Such a strong smell of incense? How much incense did this old ghost use?!"
"Wei Tianzuo is quite accomplished. It's not easy to kill him..."
Wan Zhuliu pressed his eyebrows lightly, his mind merged with heaven and earth, and in a trance, he seemed to see the shocking battle that had taken place here before.
"So many incense offerings, just to kill Wei Tianzuo?"
Wan Zhuliu also frowned.
This is enough for the Duntianzhou to fly for half a year...
"Bastard, bastard!"
He just frowned, but Wang Jin couldn't help cursing:
"This time when I return to the capital, I must report to His Majesty and ask him to reduce the incense offerings to these old ghosts!"
Wan Zhuliu didn't say anything, still sensing the collision between one man and two evil gods.
Wang Jin vented his anger and felt strange again:
"Why did he want to kill Wei Tianzuo? For the Changhong Yiqi Sword?"
A huge amount of incense, the heavy damage to the Sword Spirit Master, and even more injuries to himself, all for a bite of the Heavenly Fortune Mysterious Soldier that could not be suppressed for too long and could not recognize its master?
It is a recognized fact in the martial arts world that Xuanbing does not recognize dead people.
"There should be another purpose."
Wan Zhuliu's heart moved slightly, he shook his sleeves, and took out the Great Sun Sky Mirror. A ball of mist rose up, and light and shadow appeared.
"His Majesty!"
The two men bowed to each other.
"Zhuliu, Commander Wang."
In the bronze mirror, Emperor Qian's voice came:
"Wei Tianzuo is dead?"
Call ~
The cold wind blew across the mountain wall, and Wei Tianzuo's body shook, then turned into powder and fell to the ground.
"died."
Wan Zhuliu answered.
"Bastard!"
Emperor Qian was angry, but he quickly suppressed his anger:
"Zhuliu, catch him and bring him to me!"
(End of this chapter)