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Chapter 169 There are a lot of tricks

This time Wang Zhe planned to find a more secluded place as his long-term practice place.

We had just arrived at the foot of Mount Emei, and there was a somewhat dilapidated pavilion not far from the road ahead, in which two people were sitting playing chess.

A middle-aged Taoist priest, wearing a gray robe.

An old monk in his sixties or seventies, dressed in cassock and in high spirits.

The Taoist was in his forties and seemed to be an ordinary man. Standing there he seemed to blend in with the surrounding mountains and forests. He was back to his original nature.

The monk's body was filled with Buddha light.

Two masters!

The two players who were playing chess saw Wang Zhe approaching and looked up at him.

In the eyes of this Taoist, Wang Zhe's body was shrouded in a layer of mist, making it unclear how high his cultivation level was.

The old monk showed a surprised expression.

"Is this donor from southern Yunnan?" the monk asked first.

"No, come here and take a look."

"Well, southern Yunnan is indeed beautiful with beautiful mountains and rivers, which are worth seeing." The old monk nodded.

The Taoist smiled at Wang Zhe, said nothing, and continued to play chess with the old monk.

Wang Zhe ignored them and took Laifu away.

"How is this distinguished guest?" Taoist Luozi asked.

"Very impressive!" the monk exclaimed.

Not long ago, they were on top of Mount Emei.

The Taoist felt something in his heart and wanted to go down the mountain to have a look. The monk followed him down the mountain.

They went down the mountain just to see Wang Zhe.

Suddenly there was a sudden gust of wind, and the monks and Taoists in the pavilion disappeared. The chessboard and chess pieces on the stone table also disappeared.

The next moment, they arrived at the top of Mount Emei.

The two continued to play chess on the mountain.

Wang Zhe took Laifu, one man and one dog, and headed northwest.

Thousands of miles away in the capital, the sky was gloomy and it had been raining continuously for seven days and nights.

There is an attic in the capital, which is much higher than the nearby houses. Standing here, you can see most of the capital.

At the top of the attic, a man wearing a Taoist robe looked at the wind and rain all over the city.

With the sound of footsteps, a person went upstairs, a thin old man with gray hair and wearing a purple robe.

"Why are you here in such a heavy storm?" The Taoist looked back.

"It's windy and rainy, so I came here to take shelter from the rain." The old man sat on a futon and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Oh, your place is so clean!"

"Are you in trouble again?"

"Well, the Immortal Inviting Platform that Your Majesty wants to build is ninety-nine feet high and is made entirely of white stone.

I just received a report from below that there is a problem with the quarry for mining white stone, and people will die as soon as the work starts."

"Yangzhou, Jingzhou, and Jizhou all came to Zhezi, asking for money for disaster relief.

There are also foreign tribes in the north who are uneasy and frequently harass the border. The Ministry of War also needs money to strengthen border defense."

While drinking tea, the old man calmly talked about these troubles.

"You are here looking at the sky every day. Do you see anything?"

"The sky is in chaos, nothing can be seen," the man said.

"Recently, many monks from other places have come to the capital, all here for the Liangmianbahuang Monument. There are a few of you who are old acquaintances, haven't you met them?"

"It's better not to see you." The Taoist turned around and came to the table and poured a cup of tea for the old man.

There was such a heavy wind and rain, but the tea poured out of the teapot that had been left for who knows how long was still hot.

"Drink tea."

The old man picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.

"Does that person have any clues?"

"Which one?"

"The one named Wu." The old man did not call him by his first name.

Recently, this name has been taboo in the capital.

Once, a minister accidentally let something slip, and just mentioned it. As a result, the inner guard reported it to the emperor, and he lost his official position and his life.

"I'm still looking. It's easy to find. Don't worry, he won't do anything to you. This is the capital."

"Beijing? It's hard to say. My wife there is a princess." The old man sighed.

"I have seen the appearance of wealth and longevity," the Taoist said.

"I don't seek wealth, I just seek peace. You also said that people's appearance can change." The old man drank another cup of tea.

"The appearance will change, but the destiny will not change." The Taoist said calmly.

"Is that the circle you mentioned?" The old man in purple robe said, raised his hand and drew a circle in the air.

The Taoist nodded silently.

"It's not like this circle can't be crossed, right?"

"Why, you want to try it too?" The Taoist looked at him with a smile.

"Hey, I've reached my age and have already stepped into the coffin with one foot, so naturally I don't think about it anymore. Aren't there still descendants?"

"If you want to cross that circle, you need to become a fairy first. To become a fairy is to sell one foot."

"Even if you have crossed over to the Human Immortal, then where did all the people who crossed over in history go, such as the one who left the Eight Desolations Monument?

The person who can leave behind such a treasure must have crossed that circle, right? Where did he go?

Overseas, in the fairy mountains and in the heavens, are the souls already gone?" The old man took a sip of tea.

"I can't answer the question you asked. Those people have to go through thousands of years of catastrophe. Maybe the old dragons from all over the world and the big demon on Mount Buxian can know some of the secrets."

Kacha, suddenly there was a thunder that passed through this pavilion and landed somewhere.

There was a loud bang.

The two people in the pavilion stood up and looked at the fire burning in the distance where the lightning struck.

"That place should be the invitation to Sendai, right?"

"Yes, it's that place." The old man looked at the sky worriedly.

"This is already the second time! Didn't you, Qin Tianjian, see anything?"

The Taoist smiled and shook his head.

Is this even necessary to look at? Isn’t it obvious enough?

In the imperial city, a man wearing a dragon robe stood in a main hall, looking at the gloomy sky outside.

The current emperor of the Yong Dynasty is Xiao Guang.

A Baiqisi internal guard stopped two feet away from him.

"Your Majesty, Sendai was struck by lightning just now."

The internal guards of Baiqisi lowered their heads, looking at the emperor in front of them.

"I know, let's go down." Xiao Guangdan said calmly.

The Baiqisi internal guard lowered his head and backed away. Only when he left the palace did he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Is it God's will?" Xiao Guang looked up at the sky.

"I am the Son of Heaven, and my will is God's will!"

Thousands of miles away in southern Yunnan, it also started to rain, but the rain was not heavy and was a steady patter.

Wang Zhe took Laifu to a small mountain village.

This mountain village is very quiet.

Entering the mountain village, Wang Zhe felt that the atmosphere here was a bit depressing.

Laifu beside him growled twice.

"Any questions?"

In the drizzle, Wang Zhe saw an old man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat. The old man was walking slowly in the rain.

When passing by Wang Zhe, he stopped and looked up at Wang Zhe.

"Young man, you are not from this village, are you?"

"Yes, passing by."

"Let's go quickly." The old man's voice was a little hoarse.

As he was talking, the old man started coughing very badly.

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly sounded in the mountain village, as if someone was crying.

"Hurry up, or it will be too late!" The old man pushed Wang Zhe.

His body suddenly stiffened, and then he fell straight to the ground.

Wang Zhe has hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, wrapping his magic power around him.

He saw a spiritual light flying out of the old man's body. Wang Zhe raised his hand when he saw this.

"return!"

The spiritual light that flew out fell into his palm, and he slapped it on the old man's Heavenly Spirit Cap.

The old man was trembling all over, as if he had been electrocuted.

After a while, he woke up leisurely and was very surprised to see Wang Zhe in front of him.

"You, why don't you leave?"

"I was about to leave. I saw you passed out, but you didn't leave in a hurry. Do you feel better?"

"Hey, it's much better. Half of the people are buried in the ground. They will die sooner or later. But you, at such a young age, leave this village as soon as possible."

The old man urged Wang Zhe again to get out of here quickly.

"The old man is so anxious to ask me to leave. Is there any monster in this village?"

"Hey, don't ask so many questions." The old man glanced at the village very tabooly.

At this moment, two people hurried towards this side.

"Young man, let's go quickly!" Seeing the voices of those two people, the old man said hurriedly.

"Okay, old man, please take care of yourself." After saying this, Wang Zhe and Laifu suddenly disappeared.

Huh? The old man was stunned for a moment. He looked around and took a closer look. Indeed, he saw no trace of Wang Zhe.

Not long after, two sturdy middle-aged men came to the old man's side, holding sticks in their hands. One stared at the old man sitting on the ground. The other looked around.

"Uncle Lin, where was that person just now?"

"Human, who?" The old man looked confused.

"We just saw a guy here."

"Is there a person here? Did you see him? Where did he go?"

"We asked you!"

"I, I didn't see it." The old man shook his head.

"We have just received a reminder from the mountain god that a stranger has broken into the village!" The two men stared at the old man, their eyes getting colder and colder.

"Mountain God, what mountain god?" A voice suddenly sounded behind them.

The two people looked back and found a young man looking at them with a smile behind them.

"you!?"

Gudong, the two of them fell straight to the ground.

"You, what did you do?" The old man looked at Wang Zhe in surprise.

"What is this mountain god they call?"

Just now, just before the old man fainted, Wang Zhe felt a wave of mana in the village.

"It is the god enshrined in the village, the god of the mountains."

"Really?" I don't know why, but now Wang Zhe thinks a little too much when he hears about the mountain god.

After all, the mountain god outside Guobei County left a deep impression on him.

"Could there be some evil heretics who are using the name of the mountain god to do evil here? After all, looking at the abnormal situation just now, he is not a serious mountain god."

Let's go and see,

When a gust of wind blew up, Wang Zhe took Laifu to the village.

The mountain temple is at the end of the village, under the mountain. Compared with the simple village houses, the scale of this mountain temple is huge.

It's worth twenty houses.

Wang Zhe stood outside the mountain temple, looking at the mountain god high above.

This mountain god has four arms and a blue face. He does not look kind, but rather sinister.

Wang Zhe stared at the mountain god, who seemed to be looking at him too.

Buzz, suddenly a black light flew out from the mountain god's eyes and went straight to Wang Zhe, but was dismissed by him with a wave of his hand.

"There is indeed a problem."

"The mortals from there will not bow down to me when they see this god."

"No need to pretend to be a ghost, just show up!"

Buzz, a ball of black energy flew out from the mountain god's eyebrows, black mist surged, and in a moment, a person appeared in the mountain god's palm.

Wearing a black and white robe, his face was pale and his eyebrows were a little red, like a small ball of fire.

"Where are you a monk from?" The man looked down at Wang Zhe coldly.

Wang Zhe doesn't talk nonsense either.

The sword is shocking,

A sword light and sword rainbow spanned the entire mountain temple.

Katsa, the mountain god's head was broken.

With a roar, the entire mountain temple fell to him.

Before the evil cultivator could even react, he died.

Buzz, bunches of light flew out from the mountain temple and flew towards the mountain village, like a group of fireflies.

It flew into the homes of the people in the village and submerged into the bodies of the villagers.

In that house, someone who was lying on the bed unconscious opened his eyes.

A person who originally felt groggy and as if he was seriously ill suddenly felt better.

The stupid and stupid person suddenly became energetic...

In the deep mountains, there is a cave.

A man in black robes, who was practicing meditation with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes with an angry look on his face.

"How brave you are to ruin my good deeds and kill my disciples!"

Buzz, a black air flew out of the mountain and headed straight for the village at the foot of the mountain.

Woof woof, Laifu barked twice into the sky.

"I saw it."

"If you dare to ruin my good deeds, you will die!"

The black wind swept over, Wang Zhe waved his sword, and the black wind was cut in half.

With a scream, an arm fell from mid-air.

A man appeared on the collapsed mountain temple, wearing a black robe, with blood flowing from his left shoulder. He looked at Wang Zhe with fearful eyes.

"Are you a disciple of Emei?"

"No need to say more!" Wang Zhe swung his sword and struck.

The man in black raised his hand and held a pennant in his hand. It grew into the wind and instantly turned into a large flag to protect him.

The sword light falling into the chess pieces is like mud flowing into the sea.

Huh?

Just when Wang Zhe was amazed, he stabbed and the chess piece returned to its original size and shape.

The man screamed again and broke another arm.

Peng, a black energy surged out from the man's body, and the black robe on his body exploded, revealing his upper body.

"What are you doing, can't you take off your clothes?"

The demon god tattooed on the back of the man in black robe is just like the mountain god in the temple.

Black energy rolled, and the demon's appearance appeared behind him.

Kacha, kacha, there was a crisp sound.

The man in black actually had four arms on his body.

One hand holds a black flag, one hand holds a bone knife, one hand holds a chain, and the other hand holds a shield.

The arms around him started to dance, and each of the four magic weapons emitted light.

“There are quite a few tricks!”

Wang Zhe still slashed horizontally with his sword.

There was another cut on the black flag. The bone knife just lengthened and then retracted, and a cut mark appeared on the blade.

The chain moved twice and then stopped moving, like a dead snake.

The shield was shattered.


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