Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three Bailong Kaishan
"I am the military judge of Chongshan Prefecture. May I ask where you come from?"
The military judge of Fucheng, who was holding a gold mace and wearing a more complicated golden armor, looked solemnly. Seeing his cautious appearance, it seemed that if the situation was slightly wrong, he would smash out the gold mace in his hand.
"I come from Longchuan Mansion."
Feng Bingwen lowered his head and looked at Judge Wu who had a strong scent of incense, and then he remembered that in any big city, there must be ghosts and gods. Even if the people of this city evacuate, the ghosts and gods will not follow them.
"Longchuan Mansion? I wonder what your purpose is for coming here?"
Judge Jin Jia thought for a moment and continued to ask.
"I heard that the Dragon Master of Xuanting Lake is in danger of flooding thousands of miles away, so I came here specifically to see if I can help him."
"Well, you are coming from Qingshan County, Longchuan Prefecture?"
The judge looked at the dragon general in front of him, who was much taller than him, and suddenly thought of a piece of news he heard not long ago. With a thought in his mind, he suddenly asked.
"That's right."
Feng Bingwen was stunned for a moment, then nodded and admitted.
The reason why he didn't state clearly which county he came from just now was because he felt it was unnecessary. He had traveled hundreds of miles to the area around Xuanting Lake, and it was unlikely that the ghosts and gods here would know his name.
"Master Feng Bingwen?"
Judge Wu asked again tentatively.
"...Well, I'm just here, how do you, the judge, know the name of a nobody like me?"
Feng Bingwen felt a little baffled. He hadn't done anything big. His fame had spread hundreds of miles away, and all the ghosts and gods in this big city had heard of him.
"I heard about Mr. Feng's deeds when I listened to my colleagues talking about him. Mr. Feng, you are a disciple of the Immortal. I have admired your name for a long time. When I saw you today, you are indeed extraordinary."
A smile appeared on Judge Wu's majestic and solemn face, as if he understood the identity and origin of the dragon general in front of him, and combined with the situation he perceived, he understood a little more.
"Disciple of Immortal?"
When Feng Bingwen heard this, he felt it was ridiculous.
"Mr. Wu Pan, must you have heard wrong? My master is not an immortal yet."
"Did I hear wrongly?"
Chongshan Wupan felt that there was something wrong with his source of information.
"My master's parents are living immortals. Although with my master's qualifications, it is only a matter of time before he becomes an immortal, but it will take some time."
"..."
Judge Wu fell silent immediately. Even under such circumstances, he understood that the other party's identity was extremely valuable, but the judge also felt that the golden mace in his hand seemed eager to hit the guy in front of him in the face.
I complimented you, but you just pretended to be for me?
Is there a great master who is destined to become an immortal?
Really awesome.
"Then your reputation as a disciple of the Immortal is not wrong."
Judge Wu knew that he smiled reluctantly, but he knew that he had to smile. If the other party did not lie, he, a small judge from Fucheng, could not afford to offend him.
"Don't dare take it!"
"I wonder what Young Master Feng wanted to do just now?"
Judge Chongshan Wu asked directly. He just wanted to send this second-generation immortal with extraordinary origins away quickly.
"I see many lonely old people in the city, and I want to cast a spell to protect them."
Feng Bingwen said frankly that he came here for this purpose, to protect the people around Xuanting Lake and kill those monsters and monsters that peeked at the flesh and blood of mortals.
"Master Feng is determined."
When Judge Wu heard this, the golden mace in his hand drooped slightly, but the smile disappeared from his face.
"It's just that I don't need to waste my mana on this matter. I don't think you have formally practiced it. You just borrowed external objects to have such a Dharma appearance."
"Your Majesty, you have good eyesight."
Feng Bingwen did not deny that he believed in the virtues of the God of Incense. Unless he was a virtuous person, he would never be able to enter the temple, live on the altar, and accept incense offerings from the people.
"Master Feng has nothing to do with these old people."
"But Lord Chenghuang has plans?"
Feng Bingwen's mind moved. In the face of such a disaster, even ghosts and gods who abide by the orderly rules of Yin and Yang must show their holiness in front of people and show some magical powers.
“Of course we have arrangements!”
the judge replied.
"Before the flood floods Chongshan City, we will send ghost soldiers to lead the souls of these old people into the city. We will not let them suffer the pain of drowning."
"this……"
Feng Bingwen was greatly shocked. He had never expected that the city god of a government would make such an arrangement.
"Young Master Feng, do you think it's inappropriate?"
Seeing the strange look on the face of the dragon general in front of him, Judge Wu showed helplessness, but he still explained,
"Even if Lord Fucheng Huang has great power, he would not be able to protect so many elderly people from the floods that cover thousands of miles. They are already old and frail and need care for their food, clothing, and daily life. They are now at an age where they are riddled with diseases.
Leading their souls into a blessed place is not only not a bad thing, but can actually free them from the pain and suffering caused by their aging bodies.
Moreover, in order to make up for the fact that their souls were taken away in advance, after entering the Blessed Land, they will be extended a Yin life equal to the lost Yang life."
Yinshou?
Feng Bingwen knew that even ghosts have a certain lifespan. After the age, their souls are gone, leaving only a ray of true spirit left, which is thrown into the Wangchuan River.
However, the limitation of Yin life can be overcome by practicing ghost ways and becoming a ghost cultivator, or you can absorb the evil energy of heaven and earth and become a ghost of wronged souls.
"I see."
Although it felt awkward, Feng Bingwen still understood.
In the eyes of ghosts and gods, it may be a blessing to allow those elderly people suffering from aging diseases to enter the blessed place in advance.
"Then please invite Mr. Feng. Compared with these old people, the people outside the city who are looking for a way to survive need your magical power more!"
"Then I'll take my leave first."
Having said this, Feng Bingwen had no need to stay in this increasingly lonely city. He turned into a red rainbow, soared into the sky, and flew along the long winding dragon extending into the distance on this big city.
It didn't take long for Feng Bingwen to find the end of the migration team that stretched for dozens of miles. It was a group of soldiers holding mountain-cutting swords. The swords in their hands, which were almost as tall as a person, flashed with spiritual light. Although they had no special magical powers,
But they can also cut iron like mud - only ordinary iron. With their own strength, they can chop wood and crack rocks with ease.
In addition to this group of soldiers, there are also a group of strange people dressed in different styles. There is Ren Xia, who wears a cloth shirt and carries a big sword on his back.
The flower basket seems to be a little girl selling flowers...all of different shapes and sizes, but these people have their own magic methods. Although most of them are close to magic, sometimes they can also have some unexpected effects.
But at this time, this path-opening team composed of soldiers and charlatans still encountered a problem that they could not solve.
landslide.
Due to the continuous erosion of heavy rains, on the shady side of a large mountain, due to the sparse vegetation, a whole side of rocks mixed with mud and water washed down, directly filling up a section of the mountain road, and the team's path forward was cut off.
Although some soldiers were unwilling to give up and tried to dig out rocks from the mountain, they were quickly pulled away by their companions and refused to do this useless work.
"The road is blocked, how can we walk here!"
An old magic stick carrying a long banner looked at the road in front of him that was submerged in mud and rocks, and couldn't help but wailed. Although he had some small means, facing this terrain was easier, but there was no way.
"Old Jia, didn't you do your fortune-telling before we left? You said we had no dangers along the way, but now the mountain roads are blocked. If we take a detour, God knows how far we will have to go. What do you say?
"
Young man Ren Xia was young and energetic, so he grabbed the fortune-telling Taoist priest who was carrying a long banner and vented his resentment.
"Manpower is no match for heaven. What does this have to do with my divination? If you want to blame, blame the Dragon Lord. It was he who made the rain fall for so long and washed away the mountains."
The old magic stick shook off the young man's hand and said angrily.
"Okay, we've come this far, why are we arguing? This road is blocked, just go around the mountain."
"Still going around the mountain? Look back and see how many people behind you can hardly hold on anymore."
"What can we do if we don't make a detour? Do we have to dig mountains? Are you kidding me? There are only three days, and more than half of the day has passed. How can we have time to dig mountains?"
While everyone was quarreling endlessly, the number of people migrating to the rear became more and more numerous. The crowds were so huge that even the heavy rain could not cover up the sound of crying and shouting.
Click!
As a bolt of thunder exploded in the sky, a soul-stirring roar echoed across the sky and the earth. The teams that were making noises, howling and shouting, and even the team that decided to go around the mountain, all stopped moving.
, they all looked up to the sky, with shock on their faces.
In the heavy rain that was like the Tianhe bursting its banks, a white dragon with red divine light lingering all over its body poked its head out from the clouds. It seemed that it had seen the suffering in the world. Amidst the roar of thunder in the sky, this white dragon emerged from the clouds.
The clouds swooped down.
boom!
It was a sound more terrifying than thousands of thunderbolts. It was accompanied by a tremor of the earth. In the shocked eyes of all the members of the mountaineering team, they watched helplessly as the mighty white dragon hit the blocked mountain road.
superior.
At this moment, the white dragon seemed to have turned into an indestructible sword. The red light lingering outside its body penetrated the mud and rocks blocking the mountain road like a bamboo, opening a path for the migrating team in the Chongshan Prefecture.
The smooth road to life.
Opening mountains to help all people, good deeds, nine thousand (9000)
The white dragon chanted for a long time, rising up to the sky and hiding in the clouds amid the kneeling worship and praise of all the people.
"The Dragon King has appeared!"
"We have a way to go again."
"Dragon King bless you!"
The people who witnessed the scene of Bailong opening the mountain with their own eyes hardly thought too much, and knelt down to the ground to worship and pray.
Even the group of strange people, some of them couldn't help but kneel on the ground. It is precisely because they are practitioners that they can feel the terror of that power even more. If it is aimed at them, they will be killed.
It evaporates in an instant, leaving no residue behind.