Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine Killing the Wall-piercing Technique
The array in front of me is different from the illusory array of Tianshi Dao.
It is also completely different from Grandma Kongshan’s ghost magic formation.
The array in this City God's Temple is more like a "hidden" array.
Although it is only a palm-sized temple, all the furnishings and arrangements are consistent with Qimen Dunjia.
It contains the door of opening, the door of rest, the door of life, the door of injury, the door of Du, the door of scenery, the door of surprise and the door of death.
The doors kept moving from door to door, changing from time to time, and it was impossible to find the hiding place of the city god.
In the secret book of Tianshi Tao, although there is a description of the art of Qimen Dunjia, it is only superficial.
Zhou Yi knew it, but couldn't crack it.
There is a solution.
That was a flat thrust of the sword, directly killing the City God's Temple.
Not to mention that the sword energy has entered the "cooling time".
Even if it works, the noise is too loud.
'No wonder Fucheng Huang is so confident, this guy is a bastard.'
Zhou Yi secretly thought.
Not far away, an old man wearing a linen robe was wiping the incense table in front of the statue.
Hear footsteps.
The old man turned around and was slightly surprised to see Zhou Yi.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Yi clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, there is a walking monk down here. He happened to pass by the Precious Treasure Land tonight. May I ask who you are?"
"Walking monk? Oh, that's it. Don't be surprised. I haven't seen a monk in many years. My surname is Liu, and I am the blessing of this temple."
The old man's accent was a bit thick, especially when he pronounced the word "行行", his tone was weird, which made Zhou Yi feel quite embarrassed.
How about changing your identity next time to avoid encountering people with such strange accents... But apart from the walking monk, what other monks are useful?
It's good, it's good. Monks don't need to wear facial expressions. What difference does it make when walking or walking?
The candlelight in the Chenghuang Temple was dim and dim.
Zhou Yi's monk eyes, which could penetrate the underworld and see through yin and yang, had already examined the old man from head to toe several times.
He was sure and certain that this old man was just an ordinary common man without any skill or moral conduct.
It is even less likely that he is the incarnation of Fucheng Huang.
"This little master doesn't have a place to live? If you don't mind, you can spend the night here tonight. I will prepare hot water and bedding for you."
Liu Miaozhu was particularly enthusiastic.
While lighting a fire to heat hot water, he and Zhou Yi chatted.
He was originally a refugee from Lingnan. Due to the flood that destroyed his home more than ten years ago, he had no choice but to move his family north.
On the way, we encountered many groups of bandits and horse bandits, and the whole family was separated.
He was the only one left living in Guangyuan County, with no relatives and no money. After working as a helper in a restaurant for a while, he often made jokes because of his language barrier, so he was kicked out? Was he reduced to an old beggar on the street? Begging during the day.
, and stayed at the Chenghuang Temple for the night.
The next winter, he was infected with wind and cold. It became more and more serious until he was dying. He could only close his eyes in the temple and wait for death.
Just when he felt like he was about to die, a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian robe and a high crown came up in a daze and gave him a bowl of soup.
After drinking it, he vomited a lot, but his health got better and better day by day.
Every day after that, the middle-aged Confucian scholar would put down a bowl of porridge.
Within half a month? His illness was cured.
When he stood up and raised his head, his eyes fell on the clay sculpture of the City God that he had never looked at carefully, and he was shocked.
An ant cannot bear to be killed, let alone a living person!
If you don't leave tonight, this mortal will die because of you!
Huh, monk, do you really want to kill an innocent mortal?"
In the Chenghuang Temple, in front of the clay statue, the wind was blowing, and murderous intent suddenly arose.
The loyal old Miao Zhu was still preaching merits and virtues just a moment ago.
The next moment, he became a hostage in the hands of his own city god.
Zhou Yi stopped and looked at all this with a touch of pity in his eyes.
"This Liu Miaozhu has served you for many years, guarded the temple for you, cleaned day and night, promoted merits, developed believers, and made great contributions. You treat him like this?"
A gloomy voice sounded: "He is just a mere mortal. If he dies, we can find him again. There are countless mortals like this who are willing to serve me. There are as many as you want."
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name, applied the seal in his hand, and looked to his side: "So, what do you think, is it worth it?"
From the air beside him, a figure emerged inch by inch, it was Liu Miaozhu who was trembling slightly and with a look of disbelief on his face.
At the same time, the "Liu Miao Zhu" suspended in mid-air by the power of incense turned into an elm leaf.
Fucheng Huang's horrified voice sounded: "You...could it be that when you patted his shoulder just now..."
"Amitabha, yes, the young monk accidentally guessed that if you are hypocritical and despicable, you might take him as a hostage. It just so happens that the young monk also wants to know where you are hiding..."
While he was talking, Zhou Yi had already stepped out and shot toward the west wall.
The power of incense that grabbed Liu Miaozhu just now came from that direction.
Under Zhou Yi's snow-white monk's robe, his five fingers pinched together to form a seal.
There are also words in his mouth.
Snapped!
His body seemed to have no substance, penetrating through the temple wall.
One of the seventy-two arts in the world - wall penetration!