Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 192: One Enemy Three
"Damn it! Hit it!" the city god shouted, "God of Wealth save me!"

However, he no longer has official skin, and he is a far cry from the God of Wealth.

If you fall off the horse, you will fall off the horse, don't involve me, bad luck!
However, Ren Hongyou had already included him in the album, and there was an old ghost on it, with "City God Ghost" written on it.

But they do not belong to the first class of gods, but only to the first class of demons.

"Amitabha, this person's nature is fierce and stubborn, and there is no way to cross. The poor monk bids farewell!"

Master Yuanzhi of Qingliang Temple directly planned to run away.

However, the Evil God of Wealth said coldly: "Do you think your butt is clean? Tomorrow it will be your turn."

After hearing this, Master Yuanzhi's face was uncertain, and finally he waved a tin stick to call.

The tin ring made a ringing noise, and soon swung it at Lin Zhuoming.

Lin Zhuming can't do one against a hundred, and he can barely do one against ten.

But now that he has comprehended the changes of the Eight Gates of Feng Shui, it is like Duan Yu who has mastered Lingbo Weibu, and he is full of vitality everywhere, with ease.

I saw Lin Zhuming's elegant figure, sharp sword light, and Liu Ding Liujia covering his whole body, preventing someone from cursing and oppressing with evil magic.

"Vald donkey, how courageous!"

Lin Zhuming only felt that the tin rod had a magic sound, and the appearance of Buddha and Bodhisattva on it had been deformed. Many demons took the opportunity to sneak into the soul to steal their minds and minds, and behave in disorder.

If he is a descendant of Bo Xun, he does not practice Buddhism, but he is proficient in the magic of this kind of heretic demon head subdued by Buddhism.

Lin Zhuming's sword light clashed with the tin stick, but he couldn't cut it off, but was very tenacious.

The seven-kill sword is already considered a magic weapon, no matter how powerful this monk's tin staff is, if it is just an ordinary soldier, it is impossible to compete with the sword.

But Master Yuanzhi was very distressed, looking at the sword marks on the ancestral magic weapon was very heartbroken.

It turned out that the forging of this tin staff used the best hardware and the relics of the abbots of the past dynasties. It has been enshrined in the temple for a hundred years and collected incense from the Buddha's shadow. However, it was cut so many times that it was almost scrapped.

Moreover, Master Yuan Zhi can feel the evil nature of this sword after experiencing it himself.

As soon as they approached, hundreds of people shouted, and the voice of thousands of people called repeatedly in their ears: "Kill!"

This murderous intent made him suddenly think of the woman who entered the temple to beg for a child. Under the vajra of the young monk in the temple, her begging for a child came true.

I think of those big pilgrims who donated a lot of money to meritorious deeds, and their family property was gradually robbed and reduced to monk property.

However, this is all in an instant, because in his opinion, he is not wrong, and naturally there is no guilt. Everything he does is for the prosperous development of the temple. Isn't it good for these women to seek children? what.

Those people's property was embezzled by the temple, which is a great alms for the monks, and they have accumulated merits and blessings, and they can be reborn in heaven and man in the future.

But the sword light had already reached the top of his head. Fortunately, he was a monk and had no hair, otherwise he might be bald.

And the Evil God of Wealth is also holding a Daguan knife. He has a [-]-way broadsword. Although there are not many ways, the knife is dangerous.

And the Miaozhu of the Guandi Temple, which invited the upper body of the god, invited some kind of Yin god, and it didn't look like he invited Guandi to possess him.

After all, according to the law, righteous gods do not possess their bodies, unless they are demon gods, that is, various yin gods who have not cultivated into yang gods. For example, some city gods will possess soul children and help others.

Guandi is also considered a righteous god, and he will definitely not possess a body.

Generally, dirty work, tiring work and black work are outsourced to temporary employees.

I saw him making a heck, like a monkey, waving a stick and hitting Lin Zhuoming's head: "Hey! You are a monster! Take a stick from my grandson!"

Sun Wukong is invited?

Sun Dasheng is well-known now, and there is even a Dasheng Temple, so there are people who invite the gods to come, invite Sun Dasheng, and use force.

Lin Zhuming suddenly felt a lot of pressure, the stick technique was sharp, and the water couldn't get in, and he was a bit crazy.

And there is also the faint meaning of suppressing Shengmen.

The stick was hard, thick, and long, and the force it used was huge and arrogant. An ordinary person who was beaten by a stick would probably lose his life.

"Hoo hoo!" Hu Jiezhou and Ren Hongyou fought together, cast spells, took the living book, and began to draw plans to reduce the longevity.

I couldn't find Lin Zhuming's name in City God, but Ren Hongyou could find the names of most people here.

It's just that some of them were so angry that they stroked down, and the traces disappeared after a while, while others were written off and died suddenly on the spot.

Those flower gods didn't dare to join the battlefield of the four over there, but they still had the courage to fight with Hu Jiezhou. Most of them were monsters who had attained enlightenment when they were established in the previous dynasty.

With the Jurchen of the Manchu Dynasty entering the customs, they became eagle dogs, so they got some incense, and were incorporated by the evil God of Wealth to form a force.

Today's gambling method of pressing flowers is the way they collect incense beliefs and the power of the God of Wealth.

"It can't go on like this." Lin Zhuming used one to three, and his physical strength was exhausted very quickly. Although Xiao Zhoutian's kung fu could make the true energy circulate and keep alive, he was still a little tired.

"Ma Xianniang said that the censer is a cornucopia, and the things inside the censer are his fundamental artifacts, transformed by authority, but this is obviously not his original dojo, the place where he became a god, and there is no censer."

Lin Zhuming quickly thought about the opportunity to defeat the enemy, and at the same time walked around to observe the changes in the position.

"Fight with us, do you still dare to be distracted?"

Seeing the rain of money falling all over the sky, Lin Zhuoming suddenly felt bad.

These money, maybe hard-earned money, or life-saving money, have extremely strong thoughts anyway, but at this time, they were all lost by gamblers in the gambling house.

Many of them even had three-foot thick ropes, or jumped straight away, and reopened directly. This is all blood-stained money, life-threatening money.

When the money fell by Lin Zhuming's side, there was a faint smell of money.

Countless black hands in You Qian's eyes firmly pulled: "Let's do it again! The last one."

At this moment, Lin Zhuoming suddenly noticed!
In fact, this evil God of Wealth is not the God of Wealth, but a "gambler".

A sword pierced Qian Yu, and Lin Zhuoming took the huge gambling table.

With a slash of the sword, the gaming table was split into two, exposing a statue of a god hollowed out in the middle.

It turned out to be a black tiger, to be precise, an evil god with a tiger head and a human body, and an incense burner made of dominoes and dice was placed inside.

A gold book of appointments made from a man's thigh bone was scattered.

Lin Zhuming saw the sacrificial text above at a glance.

But at a certain time of a certain year, a certain month, a certain gambler sacrificed to wild gods for money...

And at the foot of the incense burner, there is a dark piece, which seems to be a corner of the incense burner.

"Money master!" Lin Zhuming discovered this immediately.

"Dare!" Seeing that the foundation of becoming a god that he had hidden in the gambling table was split open and scattered, the evil god of wealth immediately panicked, and slashed at Lin Zhuoming like crazy.

Lin Zhuming ignored it and went straight, kicked over the censer, got the bone slip, and saw the real name of the evil God of Wealth on it.

(End of this chapter)