I don’t know how long it took, but the rain and fog over Hengcheng dissipated.

The sky of Dishui Town is foggy, as if it is covered with a very thin layer of veil, turning the town into a small town at the foot of the mountain in ink-splashing landscape paintings.

The Wuzhenshan and Dropshe Temple next to it are the Lingshan Rivers and the Ethereal Taoist Temple in landscape paintings.

In the view of Drop Water, the mountain gate leads to both sides of the road leading to the front hall.

Hundreds of long and fine lavender smoke rose obliquely, not knowing where to float.

All these incense and candles are dedicated to the incense gods who ran through this great plague catastrophe.

Whether they exist or have disappeared invisible, they are worthy of admiration.

Mortals did not know their achievements, so this firework was presented to the world by Cheng Fan.

When the recovered pilgrims and tourists saw such a big scene, they couldn't help but feel curious and looked around.

Xie Yu stood aside, and his face was heavy to introduce the reason to everyone.

After learning the reason behind it, the pilgrims sighed, with a hint of sadness on their faces, and the eyes that looked at Zi Yan suddenly felt a little more respectful.

Xie Yu was ordered by his master to send them down the mountain, and all the way to the starting point of asking for thoughts at the foot of the mountain.

He was just in his early twenties, and most of the people present were his elders. How could he withstand so many grateful gazes and words?

Xie Yu immediately returned the gifts, but in the end he was embarrassed by the old pilgrims.

After watching everyone leave, Xie Yu subconsciously glanced at the closed Wenxin Temple.

He shook his head, sighed deeply, and then returned to the mountain.

And at this moment.

In the temple, the old Taoist scattered in a corner of the house.

At this moment, he completely changed his appearance.

His hair, which was originally black and white on his bald head, turned into silver threads overnight.

He was exhausted, his face was gray, his face was like earth, and his body was curled up. Where could he have the energy he had when he was in the lower realm?

In front of him, the statue of his mountain god was broken all over the ground, and even a complete torso could not be found.

It was either done by others, or he himself destroyed his statue of God.

He is not worthy.

Not worthy of being this mountain god.

He is not worthy of being a god at all!

His plague caused a nearly devastating blow to the world.

In the vast China, nearly one million people died in one day or two nights!

Even Fengdu City is about to burst into pieces.

There are also countless incense gods that dissipated because of him.

Even if the heavenly punishment destroys his spirit and body, it is the punishment he deserves!

That's what he thought at the moment.

At the same time, a sentence echoed in his head.

When the rain and fog all covered every corner of the land of China, Cheng Fan said to him lightly:

"Before the punishment of heaven comes, you should do your duty as a mountain god."

Do you do your duty as a mountain god...

The old Taoist slap-headed man looked slightly dazed. What is the duty of the mountain god?

He once thought that the stealing of faith and seizing spiritual energy was the biggest obstacle for him to firmly sit in the position of the mountain god.

Never thought.

He was as fierce as a tiger when he was in action, but the clown was actually himself.

The old Taoist sighed, slowly got up, and walked towards the bathroom.

After washing my face, looking at my depressed self in the mirror, my body couldn't help but feel a little hunched again.

At this moment, the toilet that was unused by anyone suddenly began to flush automatically.

The water splashed and rotated, and finally turned into a misty scene.

A blue and green face emerged from the toilet water. Looking out, only the dim ceiling was visible.

"Hmph! Where is the person?!"

Hearing this cold snorkeling, the old Taoist turned his head slowly.

When I looked closely, the face in the toilet was nothing but his immediate boss, Lu Zu.

"The little god has met Lord Lu Zu."

The old Taoist whispered, perhaps because he knew that he was about to be punished by heaven and died, and there was no longer the respect he used to be in his tone.

Because Lu Zu was criticized by the top leaders, he was even more angry when he saw him, and his face was so ugly that it looked so ugly.

"A bastard! Do you know how many heavenly rules have you violated? How many mortals have you killed? How good are you to meet people?"

"I sent you down to the world, but you gave me such a big missed word. Do you know what crime should you be?!"

The old Taoist face looked like earth and said bitterly: "The little god knows his mistake and is willing to be punished."

"Staff, scatter, spoil, needle, derogatory... These punishments are light to you! It is not an exaggeration to destroy the body, to die in all life and death!"

Whenever he heard Lu Zu say a punishment coldly, the old Taoist's face turned pale.

When he talked about the destruction and death of life and death, his face suddenly turned pale as paper.

The so-called "destroying the body" means destroying his body and soul and completely erasing his existence.

Gods who have experienced the punishment of "life and death" will be thrown into "Purgatory of Infinite Purgatory" and endure endless pain and torture. They cannot survive or die!

"If you fall into this prison, from the first time you enter, to hundreds of thousands of kalpas, one day and one night, you will die and live thousands of lives.

If you seek a moment of residence in one thought, you will not be able to stay for a while unless your karma is exhausted, you will be reborn. This is because of this continuousness, so it is called "uninterruption."

The old Taoist's face was pale, as if he was scared.

Seeing this, Lu Zu's tone was a little slower and said in a deep voice:

"If I hadn't guaranteed you, would you think you could still be this mountain god safely now?"

Hearing this, the old Taoist was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "I said why has the punishment of heaven been delayed? It turned out that Lord Lu Zu, you protected me?"

“That’s exactly that!”

Lu Zu raised his chin slightly and said proudly:

"I am the leader of the Plague Department, and they are also famous figures in the upper world. Those big figures will give me more or less a thin score."

“…”

The old Taoist fell into a brief silence, and he did not think that the heinous mistakes he made could be covered up.

Even if he was really protected, his conscience was a little unbearable.

But Lu Zu did not pay attention to his expression and said to himself:

"I will protect your life. You will be punished by death, but you will not be able to escape the life. You must continue to do this mountain god, and you will be deprived of all your magical powers after all."

As he said that, Lu Zu's eyes rolled, and an undetectable smile appeared on his blue face like Avatar, and he said in a deep voice:

"But you have to know that I have also paid a lot of money for you! Do you still remember the tasks assigned by me in the lower realm before?"

The old Taoist nodded slowly and said bitterly:

"I found the inheritance of the two Yin Gods, Hei and White Impermanence, and killed them quietly."

"good."

Lu Zu nodded slowly and said with a grim voice:

"I have received news that the person who inherited the Hei Wuchang has not yet been born. It is not ruled out that he has died in the possibility of this plague you created. If you are not born, don't worry about him."

"But the person who inherited Bai Wuchang once appeared near the Deshui Temple, so he definitely didn't die so easily!"

"You must find him as soon as possible and kill him!"
Chapter completed!