Behind the wall is an exquisite small room that looks like a cave.
The middle-aged man, who has a pale face and is somewhat similar to the clay sculptures in the temple, but slightly gloomy, is looking at the white-robed monk in horror as he rushes towards him.
He turned into a clay sculpture tonight and went to Wenhe County in person. He thought he was careful and careful enough.
Unexpectedly, the great king of Wenhe County killed his own incarnation with just one sword, and even damaged his soul.
Although he suffered a big loss, he did not mess up his position.
As long as he is given enough time and with the power of the incense in the City God's Temple, he will soon be able to restore his cultivation and reunite with his incarnation.
When the time comes, he will mobilize his troops and use those behind-the-scenes killer moves. Naturally, he will be able to easily kill the great king of Nawenhe County.
Unexpectedly, the monk pursued him relentlessly without giving him any chance to breathe. As soon as he killed his own incarnation with his front foot, he pursued him directly to the City God's Temple with his rear foot.
Although he was frightened, he thought he could still persuade the monks to leave by relying on the formation of Qimen Dunjia in the temple and some psychological attacks.
After all, he was a monk who believed in Buddhism and was compassionate.
But what Fucheng Huang never expected was that after hearing this, the monk's face remained unchanged, unmoved, and even smiled indifferently. He really had a heart as cold as a rock!
Not only that, the monk also deliberately provoked himself, secretly used magic tricks, and dealt a cruel blow to himself.
Not only did he find out where he was hiding, but he also completely "exposed" himself in front of the loyal Temple Zhu, as if he had been stripped of his clothes, naked and without any trace of face.
This monk... is so awesome!
More than twenty years ago? There were one hundred and eighty such monks in the world.
No? Just a dozen or so monks like this, each in one area? Buddhism will not collapse and perish so quickly.
For a moment? Countless thoughts flashed through Fucheng Huang’s mind.
Before he could move the magic circle again, Zhou Yi had already slapped it out with one palm.
This ordinary palm does not contain any martial arts skills.
But it contains all of Zhou Yi’s health-preserving power.
and the true meaning of the unnamed Buddhist scriptures.
Although Fucheng Huang was seriously injured, he was still at the level of the Netherworld Prefect after all.
This second blow? You need to go all out!
From under Zhou Yi's slap, a circle of golden light appeared faintly, and with the burst of health-preserving power, it skyrocketed in an instant!
Fucheng Huang was seriously injured, and he was even more afraid of the power of the sword that would destroy his own incarnation.
Are you hastily launching a defense at this time? No matter the energy or the power of the incense, it is far inferior to the normal state.
The golden light of Buddhism and the cold Yin Qi collided together, like a storm in the small room.
The golden light flourishes, and in just a moment it crushes the billowing black energy.
Bang!
The city god of Fucheng flew out and collapsed to the ground? His breath was dying and he couldn't move.
He looked in despair at the monk opposite, with his palms clasped together and the Buddha's solemn image, whispering the Buddha's name.
Saying it with a trembling voice? is actually repenting and praying for mercy.
Until this moment? He still didn’t know that the young mage with great magical powers across from him could only make such a sword tonight.
"No... don't kill me... Although I have some selfish motives, I still do good deeds for the people and accumulate merit!"
"The mage can't wipe out all my achievements just because I made a mistake in a moment of confusion!"
"I am willing to repent, stay safe from now on, be a pawn in front of the Master, and never do evil again."
"Master... if you kill me... the Guangyuan County City God's Temple collapses, and it governs eight counties. The ghosts and monsters will cause chaos. By then, the people in the world will suffer..."
The first three sentences are still normal ways of begging for mercy.
When he said the last sentence, there was a hint of threat.
At this time, the dying Fuchenghuang had obviously broken the jar and was determined to the end.
"Not to mention the counties below, even Guangyuan County will fall into chaos because of the death of our city god."
"Master, look at Liu Miaozhu outside. He is heartbroken, miserable, and falling into doubt and madness. The other believers must be the same."
"After all, over the past few decades, I have accumulated enough popularity and popularity in Guangyuan County... You... Master... what are you looking at?"
In the quiet small room, Zhou Yi's right fingertips gently tapped the back of his left hand, constantly looking at the Fucheng God from all angles.
"Look at you... Amitabha.
What you just said does indeed make some sense.
From the perspective of maintaining short-term stability, the existence of your city god does have more advantages than disadvantages.
So, thank you for confirming Xiao Monk’s genius idea at the right time. So good.”
Catching a hint of "compassion" in the monk's eyes, Fucheng Huang's eyes suddenly changed: "You... what do you want to do?"
"As smart as a scholar is, you should have guessed it."
Zhou Yi twisted the elm leaf in his hand, stared deeply at the city god, and then breathed out at the leaf.
"Change!"
Bang!
A flash of inspiration flashed and white mist filled the air.
A middle-aged Taoist priest appeared beside the two of them, with a dignified expression and majestic eyes.
It was the "Ye Taoist" who played the villain in Kong Dongliu's dream.
This leaf comes from the elm tree on the west side of the courtyard.
It was also one of the two elm leaves that Zhou Yi happened to hold in his hand when he returned to the small courtyard and first realized the power of magic.
The other elm leaf comes from the elm tree on the east side of the courtyard. It also played the role of the playboy "Ye Xiaolang" in Kong Dongliu's dream.
Although there are thousands of elm leaves on the tree, Zhou Yi can take them off and use them to perform the art of changing objects.
But these two leaves are the only ones that are a little different.
When they turn into humans, they are alive and lifelike.
Not only can he communicate with Zhou Yi's mind, he can even perform some of the simplest spells as Zhou Yi's mind fluctuates.
It's a pity that whether it is the speed of the shot, the degree of completion, or the power effect, it is difficult to be satisfactory.
At this time, in the secret room, Zhou Yi blew several more breaths at Daoren Ye.
"Change!"
"Change!"
"Change!"
Ye Daoren's face was like soft dough, twisting and changing in the dark environment.
Gradually it became clear, simple, and vicissitudes of life... almost exactly the same as the Fucheng Huang lying on the ground.
There was just one lying there, neatly dressed and looking frightened.
The other one is sitting cross-legged, but he is naked and has a calm expression.
"If it's not ugly, even the little monk can't tell the truth from the lie."
Zhou Yixiao bent his eyes, nodded to Daoren Ye, and then closed his eyes.
Next, it will be an extremely eye-catching moment.
Taoist Ye was ordered to stand up, take long strides, hold his head high and walk towards Fuchenghuang.
Although he was in the dark, the city god of the mansion could still see clearly that a fruit man who looked exactly like himself was striding towards him.
"You...don't come here...what do you want to do?"
Taoist Ye didn't hesitate, he stripped Fucheng Huang naked, and then he put on his robe and crown, showing his majesty and righteousness.
Zhou Yi opened his mouth.
Taoist Ye also opened his mouth at the same time.
"He can be replaced.
However, I, the Buddha, am compassionate and save all sentient beings.
Don't say that Xiao Monk didn't give you a chance."
The same sound, but one after the other, like rolling echoes, made the city god of the city tremble with fear.
Zhou Yi held it with his wrist hanging, as if he were holding a writing brush.
Taoren Ye also made exactly the same gesture, but he was a little slower than Zhou Yi.
As soon as the pen fell, a word "Du" reflected in the golden light appeared on the forehead of Fucheng Huang.
The word "degree" was used to extradite Cui Ying'er and Mrs. Chu, and was also used to extradite the nine female ghosts who sold tea.
Now, it is the turn of the Fucheng God.
In an instant, the golden light flourished, like a fire that incinerated all things, drowning the city god and burning fiercely.
Amid the miserable wails, Fucheng Huang's Yin body melted and dissipated little by little.
This time, it was finally the real soul that disappeared and disappeared into ashes.
…
"Amitabha……
Sorry, Fuchenghuang, it seems that you have failed to withstand the test of the organization."