I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 125 The White Dragon Opens the Mountain (Second Watch Subscription)
"I am the Martial Judge of Chongshan Prefecture, may I ask where you come from?"

Holding a golden mace, Fucheng Wupan, who wore a more complicated golden armor, looked solemnly. Seeing his cautious appearance, it seemed that something was wrong and he was about to smash out the golden mace in his hand.

"I come from Longchuan Mansion."

Feng Bingwen looked down at the military judge with a strong scent of incense, and then remembered that there must be ghosts and gods in every big city. Even if the people of this prefecture evacuated, the ghosts and gods would not go with them.

"Longchuan Mansion? I wonder what your purpose is for coming here?"

Judge Jinjia pondered for a moment, then continued to ask.

"I heard that Xuanting Lake Dragon Lord is going to be flooded, and there will be disasters that will flood thousands of miles. I came here specially to see if I can help."

"Well, you are from Qingshan County, Longchuan Prefecture?"

The judge looked at the dragon general who was much taller than him in front of him, and suddenly thought of a news he heard not long ago, and suddenly asked.

"Yes."

Feng Bingwen froze for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The reason why he didn't clarify which county he was from just now was that he thought it was unnecessary. He had traveled hundreds of miles to the vicinity of Xuanting Lake, and it was unlikely that the ghosts and gods here would know his name.

"Master Feng Bingwen Feng?"

Judge Wu asked again tentatively.

"...Well, it's my servant, how does your lord judge know the name of me, a nobody?"

Feng Bingwen felt a little baffled, he didn't do anything important, his reputation spread hundreds of miles away, and all the ghosts and gods in this big city had heard of him.

"When I listened to my colleagues talking about it, I had heard about Mr. Feng's deeds. Mr. Feng, you are a disciple of an immortal, and you have admired your name for a long time. When I saw you today, you are really extraordinary."

Judge Wu showed a smile on his majestic face, as if he understood the heel and origin of the dragon general in front of him, and combined with the situation he perceived, he understood a little bit.

"Immortal disciple?"

When Feng Bingwen heard the words, he just thought it was ridiculous,

"Your Excellency, Judge Wu, you must have misunderstood me. My master is not yet a fairy."

"Did I hear it wrong?"

Chongshan Wupan felt that there was a problem with his source of news.

"My master's parents are the living immortals. Although with my master's aptitude, becoming an immortal is only a matter of time, but it will take some time."

"..."

Judge Wu was silent for a moment. Even under such circumstances, he understood that the other party's identity was invaluable, but the judge also felt that the golden mace in his hand seemed eager to try, and wanted to hit the guy in front of him in the face.

I praise you, you just put it on for me?
Is there a master who is destined to become a fairy?

Really great.

"Then your name as an immortal disciple is not wrong."

Judge Wu knew that he was forced to smile, but he knew he had to. If the other party hadn't lied, he, a small judge from Fucheng, would not be able to offend him.

"Don't dare to be that!"

"I don't know what Mr. Feng wanted to do just now?"

Judge Chongshanwu asked directly, he just wanted to send this second generation of immortals away as soon as possible.

"I see a lot of lonely old people in the city, and I want to cast a spell to protect them one or two."

Feng Bingwen said frankly that he came here for this purpose, to protect the people around Xuanting Lake, and to kill those demons and ghosts who peep at the flesh and blood of mortals.

"Young Master Feng has a heart."

Hearing that, Judge Wu's golden mace drooped slightly, but the smile on his face disappeared.

"It's just that this matter doesn't bother you and waste your mana. I don't think you have formally practiced it. You only have such a dharma appearance under the guise of foreign objects."

"Your Majesty has good eyesight."

Feng Bingwen didn't deny it either, he believed in the virtues of the incense gods, if he wasn't a great virtuous and sage, it was absolutely impossible to enter the temple, live on the altar, and accept the incense offerings from the people.

"Young Master Feng, don't care about these old people."

"But Lord Chenghuang has arrangements?"

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 have to show their holiness in front of people and show some supernatural powers.

"Of course there are arrangements!"

the judge replied.

"Before the flood floods the city of Chongshan Prefecture, we will send ghost soldiers to fetch the souls of these old people into the City God's blessed land, so that they will not suffer from drowning."

"This……"

Feng Bingwen was greatly shocked, he never expected that the city god Zhengshen of Yifu would make such an arrangement.

"Young Master Feng, do you think something is wrong?"

Seeing the strange expression on the face of the dragon general in front of him, Judge Wu showed helplessness, but he still explained,
"Even if the mana of the Fu Chenghuang is all powerful, it is impossible to protect so many elderly people in the floods that spread thousands of miles. They are already old and frail, and they need to be taken care of in daily life. They are now at the age of illness.

Leading their souls into the blessed land is not only a bad thing, but it can free them from the pain and suffering brought about by their aging bodies.

Moreover, in order to make up for their souls being taken away in advance, after entering the blessed land, they will all be extended with a yin life equal to the lost yang life. "

Yinshou?
Feng Bingwen knows that even ghosts have a limited lifespan, after they are old, their souls will be scattered, leaving only a wisp of true spirit to throw into the river of Wangchuan.

However, the limitation of Yinshou can be broken by practicing the ghost way and becoming a ghost cultivator, or you can absorb the evil spirit of the world and become a ghost.

"I understand."

Although it felt awkward, Feng Bingwen still understood.

In the eyes of ghosts and gods, it may be a kind of grace to let those old people suffering from aging diseases enter the blessed land in advance.

"Then invite Mr. Feng to go. Compared with these old people, those people outside the city who are looking for a way to survive need your supernatural powers!"

"Then I will take my leave first."

Having said that, Feng Bingwen didn't need to stay in this increasingly lonely city. He turned into a red rainbow, soared into the sky, and flew all the way along the long winding dragon extending from the city to the distance.

It didn't take long for Feng Bingwen to find the end of this migrating team that stretched for dozens of miles. It was a group of soldiers holding mountain-breaking swords. There was a flash of spiritual light on the sword in their hands, which was almost as tall as a person. Although there was no special magical power, But it is also possible to cut iron like mud - only ordinary iron, with their own strength, cutting wood and cracking rocks is nothing more than an easy task.

In addition to this group of armored soldiers, there is also a group of strange people and strange men dressed in different styles. There are Ren Xia who wears cloth shirts and shorts and carries a big sword on his back; The flower basket seems to be a little girl who sells flowers... There are all kinds of shapes and colors, but these people have their own magic methods. Although most of them are close to tricks, they can sometimes play some unexpected effects.

But at this time, the pioneering team composed of soldiers and quack warlocks still encountered a problem that they could not solve.

landslide.

Due to the continuous scouring of the heavy rain, on the shady side of a big mountain, because of the scarcity of plants, a whole side of rocks mixed with muddy water washed down, directly filling a section of the mountain road, and the team's way forward was cut off.

Although some soldiers were unwilling and tried to dig rocks, but they were quickly pulled away by their companions and refused to do this useless work.

"This road is blocked, how can we go here!"

An old god stick carrying a long flag looked at the road flooded by mud and rocks, and couldn't help crying.Although he has some small tricks, it is easier to face this terrain, but there is nothing he can do.

"Old Jia, didn't you make a calculation before leaving? You said that our journey was safe and sound, but now the mountain road is blocked. If we take a detour, God knows how far it will take. What do you say? "

Ren Xia was young and vigorous, so he grabbed the fortune teller who was carrying a long banner to vent his grievances.

"Human power is not equal to the number of days. What does this have to do with my divination? If you want to blame it, you can blame that Dragon Lord. He made the rain last for so long and washed away the mountain."

The old magic stick shook off the boy's hand, and said angrily.

"Okay, we've come here, what's the point of arguing, this road is blocked, just go around the mountain."

"Still going around the mountain? You look back, how many people behind you can't hold on anymore."

"What can we do if we don't make a detour? Are we digging mountains like this? Are you kidding me? It's only three days, and more than half a day has passed. How can we have the time to dig mountains?"

Just as the crowd was arguing endlessly, so that the ranks of civilians moving to the rear piled up more and more, the crowd was surging, crying and shouting, even the heavy rain couldn't cover it.

Click!

Accompanied by a thunderbolt exploding in the sky, a shocking roar echoed between the heaven and the earth, the troop that was disturbing, crying and shouting endlessly, and even the team that decided to go around the mountain, were all silent , They all looked up at the sky, with shocked expressions on their faces.

In the torrential rain like the Milky Way breaking its embankment, a white dragon poking out its head from the clouds surrounded by red divine light seems to have seen the suffering in the world. The clouds swooped down.

boom!
It was a sound that was more terrifying than thousands of thunderbolts. Accompanied by the shaking of the mountain, under the shocked eyes of all the members of the team that opened the mountain, they watched that mighty white dragon bump into the blocked mountain path. superior.

At this moment, the white dragon seemed to have turned into an invincible sharp sword. The red light lingering around its body pierced through the mud and rocks that blocked the mountain road like a bamboo, opening up a path for the migration team in the Chongshan prefecture. The smooth path to life.

Opening mountains to help people, good deeds, nine thousand (9000)

The white dragon chants a long time, rises to the sky amidst the kneeling and praises of the people, and hides in the clouds.

"The Dragon Lord has appeared!"

"We have another way to go."

"Dragon Lord bless you!"

The people who witnessed the scene of Bailong's opening of the mountain with their own eyes hardly thought too much, and knelt down on the ground to worship and pray.

Even those 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 horror of that power even more. It evaporates in an instant, leaving no slag.

(End of this chapter)