Li Xiuyuan stood on the mud at the bottom of the river, looking at the jagged and weird rocks in mid-air. This thing was ordinary. If it hadn't fallen from the ghost foreman, he would have thought it was an ordinary rock when it fell to the bottom of the river.
There is no hint of divine authority at all.
But he knew that this was divine power.
Divine power is just a condensation of power, it has no body, it can be Mount Tai, Mount Yin, or even something else.
"Has the Ghost Foreman been killed?" Li Xiuyuan suddenly asked.
He was cautious and did not go to take Yinshan immediately.
The six thunder gods in the sky patrolled around, their eyes like torches. Even before the thunder stopped, their power was still there. They looked in all directions, looking for traces of the ghost foreman.
"Back to the saint, there is no trace of the ghost foreman here anymore. His soul has been scattered and fell into the bottom of the river. In the future, he will either become a water plant or a fly, and there will be no chance of rebirth."
Li Xiuyuan nodded when he heard this: "Is there still a temple that is still popular?"
"We don't know, we still need to investigate." A thunder god said.
Li Xiuyuan said, "Even if you don't die, lose your divine power, and break up your body, you won't be able to make any trouble even if you are reborn with the help of incense."
There are advantages and disadvantages for ghosts and gods to practice the way of incense. The advantages and disadvantages all depend on the statues in temples.
If the temple is full of incense, ghosts and gods may be resurrected.
But if temples are destroyed and statues of gods are smashed, even the most powerful ghosts and gods may die.
"Very good, today's plan has not failed. The ghost foreman has killed me and I have become the master." Li Xiuyuan nodded.
"What's evil? You dare to hide in the dark and peek." At this moment, the God of Thunder in the sky seemed to notice something, and suddenly shouted, thunder exploded, and a thunder struck from the dark clouds, heading directly towards a nearby road.
The alley fell.
A sneaky figure in the alley seemed frightened when he saw this, and immediately screamed in pain, turned around and ran away.
"This is a thousand-year-old evil. One divine thunder can't kill it, but let me chase it." Upon hearing this, a thunder god immediately shouted loudly, turned into thunder and lightning, and drove the wind and dark clouds towards the capital.
Other directions shrouded the past.
And in another place.
The carriage that drove out of the palace stopped on a street not far from the pier.
At the street entrance, a plain-looking middle-aged monk stood with his hands clasped together and stopped the carriage in front of him.
The carriage was motionless, and even the driver was looking nervously at the monk in front of him.
"Ancestor, the Thunder God over there at the pier seems to have calmed down a lot. It may be a little late. Do you want to force your way through?" The groom was a eunuch. He turned his dark eyes in a circle and asked cautiously.
In the carriage, the Imperial Master remained motionless, his eyes were full of solemnity, and a wisp of cold sweat could not help but fall slowly on his forehead.
"He doesn't move and we don't move. This is not an ordinary monk." The Imperial Master said seriously.
In his eyes, the monk in front of him was an unusual one. The Buddha's light on this man's body was bright and dazzling. In the Buddha's light, there was an Arhat sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, motionless. However, within three feet of the Buddha's light, he did not advance even half an inch.
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This gesture is a warning.
"Amitabha, good is good." Suddenly, monk Kasyapa, who had been silent all this time, opened his eyes, clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, then turned around and walked away without any hesitation or pause.
"Ancestor, he's gone." The eunuch driving the horse said.
The Imperial Master breathed a sigh of relief, slowly closed his eyes and murmured: "There is no true Buddha in the world, so why can I see a true Arhat today? Today, Li Xiuyuan was fighting with the ghost foreman, and this Arhat appeared to block my way.
This move was meant to protect the Dharma, but now he has turned away and thought the outcome has been decided.
That’s why this Arhat just left. Before he left, he said all he could with a single word of kindness.”
"Think about it, Yan Jun's divine power has fallen into Li Xiuyuan's hands."
"The ghost foreman was killed?"
He lowered his head and started thinking, a heavy look on his face.
The purpose of inviting the saint to the capital is to revitalize the chess game in the capital. He sits in the imperial court, borrows the help of the imperial court, and uses the saint as his pawn to win the game and achieve his own path.
But now, people's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. If Li Xiuyuan kills the ghost foreman and regains divine power, one of the means that restrains him will be gone.
Touching the imperial edict in his hand, the Imperial Master couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. The prepared methods were in vain after all.
Not only that, he didn't even catch up with this fight.
If you catch up, if you wait for the opportunity, there may not be a turning point.
"Ancestor, the thunder has subsided, do you still want to go to the dock?" the eunuch asked.
"Since we are already here, how can we not go? We can't add insult to injury, so let's put the icing on the cake." The Imperial Master said slowly: "Let's drive."
He waved his hand casually and tried a spell.
The carriages and horses rushed like the wind, crossed a street in an instant, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the black rock in his hand at this moment. He looked closely and saw a few wisps of scarlet on the rock. The spots were speckled and could not be faded. He knew that this was stained by the blood he spat on it.
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However, where the blood was stained, the rocks seemed to be melting.
"Sages, beware, there are gods watching."
Suddenly, another thunder god seemed to have discovered something. He opened his mouth and spat out, and a bolt of thunder pierced the sky, tore apart the dark clouds, and hit a cloud above the sky.
"Huh?" Li Xiuyuan immediately looked up with a solemn expression.
The dark sky was torn open by thunder.
A majestic and tall god wearing imperial robes, a crown on his head, and a majestic figure suddenly appeared under the light of thunder. This god casually grabbed the thunderbolt and held it in his hand, as if he was holding it in his hand.
It was like grabbing a fallen leaf, it couldn't hurt him at all.
"This god looks like Dongyue."
Li Xiuyuan's eyes narrowed and he felt an inexplicable chill behind his back.
When did Dong Yue appear in the capital? He and the ghost foreman had been fighting for so long but they never found out.
Among the ghosts and gods in the world, Dongyue is the one he fears the most.
The mountain god of Mount Tai attained enlightenment, enjoyed dynasty worship for thousands of years, and sat in the heavenly palace. If he had not sent down Hongyuan that day and attracted heaven's punishment, it is hard to say whether Dongyue could have been conquered.
Li Xiuyuan also knew that the reason why his reputation was spread was not because of his destiny as a saint, nor because he cultivated the path of killing immortals, but because he defeated the Dongyue Divine Lord, which shocked the ghosts and gods in the world.
"Since Dongyue has been here a long time ago, why didn't he take action?"
There are no unnecessary greetings, just straightforward questions.
"If you can't defeat this water ghost, I will take back the divine power today, return to the Heavenly Palace, and establish the divine way again." Dongyue's tall and majestic figure did not move at all, and his eyes under the crown were still cold and ruthless, full of imperial majesty.
It seems that he is not the loser at this moment, but Li Xiuyuan is.
"It's a pity that God's will is on me, and the ghost foreman lost." Li Xiuyuan said: "I let the god down."
"It doesn't matter, there is luck in the Shinto way, and there is also luck in the human way. Even if your way is successful, how long can you go? One thousand years, two thousand years? It's not God's will on you, but my Shinto destiny has arrived." Dongyue Shenjun said calmly:
"The Tao of reincarnation, the Shinto may not be the end."
"As for you asking me why I didn't take action to regain the divine power?"
Dongyue Shenjun turned his head slightly and looked to the left and right.
Li Xiuyuan saw that under the light of thunder, a dark cloud next to him looked like a turtle and a snake, with a person sitting vaguely on it. Looking at the other side, there was a flash of red light. In the red light, there was a figure wearing armor and a divine warrior.
An extraordinary god stands here. This god holds a big sword and closes his eyes.
Xu is like a statue made of gold and iron, motionless and terrifyingly quiet.
"Zhenwu Shenjun, and more." He was shocked.
But Dongyue Divine Lord held his hand and extinguished the thunder in his hand.
A corner of the sky fell into darkness, and the dark clouds in the shape of ghosts and gods broke away, revealing the starry sky. The red light somewhere disappeared, replaced by the falling moonlight.
"If you want to become enlightened, you have to climb Mount Tai one day. I will meet you at Mount Tai." After Dongyue Shenjun finished speaking, his majestic figure turned around, stepped on the clouds, and quickly disappeared.
The end of the sky.
Seeing Lord Dongyue leave, the vision in the sky disappeared.
I don't know why Li Xiuyuan felt a cold sweat coming out of his back.
Fortunately, he won the battle this time. If he had lost, Dongyue would definitely take back the divine power, and the Heavenly Palace would once again welcome Dongyue's rule, and the Heavenly Palace he created would fall apart in an instant.
As for Lord Zhenwu, they only helped shackle Dongyue because they were still there.
Once he fails in the fight, he will be executed.
When saints die, their significance of protecting the Tao is no longer there, and naturally they will no longer help themselves.
Although it sounds cruel, it is a fact. It is like the change of dynasties. If the emperor of the previous dynasty is driven out, who will be loyal to him?
"Today's battle seems to be calm, but in fact there are many stormy waves rolling up secretly. Now thinking about it, it is really incredible that I was able to capture Dongyue that day." Li Xiuyuan said with a bitter smile.
Perhaps Dongyue was also unwilling to do so. When he met such a stubborn saint, he would fight hard with his sword and not follow common sense.
Isn't it?
The battle in Jinling City had just ended that day when Li Xiuyuan left his body and brought the ghosts and gods to the Heavenly Palace. At the price of his great ambition, he was beaten down without giving him any chance to make plans.
If it were now, Li Xiuyuan felt that he would never be able to defeat Dongyue.
But just a short time after he conquered Dongyue Divine Lord, he went dormant, waiting for the opportunity to instantly regain the divine power, return to the heavenly palace, and continue his glory.
It seems that Li Xiuyuan's initial recklessness still had its benefits.
"The divine power of Lord Yan seems to be different from that of Dongyue."
Seeing the Yin Mountain in his hand slowly sinking into his body, Li Xiuyuan felt a different feeling in his soul.