Taoist Master: I have a strange world

Chapter 131 The statue of the god was consecrated to show its magical powers, and the city god of Yama met with him

For Zhang Ling, the inexplicable crying sound was tantamount to a 'provocation' to himself.

He is a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest who is least afraid of gods and ghosts. So Zhang Ling snorted slightly, and then the magic power in his body spontaneously came out, and he breathed a curse.

"Ghosts and demons are frightened, and spirits are carried away! They are as urgent as the law!"

What Zhang Ling recited was still the Golden Light Divine Mantra.

The Golden Light Divine Spell has many functions.

At this moment, Zhang Ling picked out a few sentences from the curse, which corresponded exactly to the method of soul-searching and demon-catching.

The magic power in Zhang Ling's body flowed, and many clouds dispersed.

Swish!

A layer of faint golden light suddenly emitted with Zhang Ling as the center.

Previously, Zhang Ling thought that the golden carp was the same existence as the Qingyun Mountain God, but the golden carp had an entity.

Zhang Ling subconsciously thought of his green-skinned gourd.

Within the river pearl, there is also a space that can store water.

"What should I do?"

On this occasion, Zhang Ling opened his eyes wide to see.

The next moment, Zhang Ling rejected this idea because he saw that the golden carp's current state was like a remnant soul, not the kind of divine soul that was born and raised.

The golden carp shook its tail, seemingly in response to Zhang Ling.

"Can?"

Now, the body of the golden carp seems to have disappeared, leaving only a mass of essence.

Tears shone in the golden carp's eyes, turning into scattered dots and dissipating in the underground river.

Zhang Ling searched with his eyes and suddenly saw a golden carp wagging its tail in the water in front of him.

The golden carp had a clear body, and there was light shining in its fish eyes.

But he looked around, but there was no sign of him.

Zhang Ling thought carefully and thought about the direction where the sound came from just now, so he got up and walked over.

Moreover, the body of the golden carp also seemed to be dissipating.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling suddenly understood.

This golden carp has lost its body, and its soul cannot survive forever.

Zhang Ling was already ready to pull off the cover of the green-skinned gourd, and the thunder inside was ready to be released at any time, but he stopped and was a little surprised.

Although the underground river was dark, Zhang Ling could still see it clearly.

In his mouth, he continued to recite the golden light mantra, and there were layers of faint golden light, like searchlights, searching the surroundings.

Before passing by, Zhang Ling thought that the golden carp had certain intelligence and could understand human speech, so he asked about it.

As Zhang Ling's thoughts turned, he thought of Jiang Zhu.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ling turned over his hand, took out the Jiang Zhu, and asked, "Can you inhabit it?"

After receiving the response, Zhang Ling immediately stopped hesitating, injected mana into Jiang Zhu, and then collected it in front of him.

But just after he stretched out his hand, he noticed a change in the golden carp.

"It's you?"

"What kind of ghost is it? Isn't it in this stone room?"

This gourd cover can be used as a shelter for the Qingyun Mountain God.

Zhang Ling stretched out his hand, ready to hold the golden carp.

In this case, the green gourd that Zhang Ling filled with full power was not suitable for the golden carp.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wherever the golden light shines, that is where he searches.

Zhang Ling escaped from the stone room with the help of a green leather gourd and came to the underground river.

Zhang Ling put down the green-skinned gourd he raised in his hand and asked, "Why are you crying in the middle of the night? Or do you want to see me for anything?"

He recognized this little golden carp, which was the one that Jiang Zhu had given to him before.

The body that was originally substantial has now become illusory and no longer has a physical appearance.

Zhang Ling was taken aback and looked at the golden carp seriously, with a serious look on his face: "What happened to you?"

"Did you make that strange noise?"

Zhang Ling's practice was interrupted and he immediately stopped continuing. Instead, he held a green leather gourd, ready to strike it down with a thunderbolt at any time.

But Zhang Ling couldn't sit back and watch the golden carp disappear in the water. He had to do something.

Zhang Ling saw that the light was the light of tears.

Wow!

The groundwater surged and was sucked into the river beads by Zhang Ling.

The golden carp also mixed in the water and entered the river pearl together.

"Sure enough."

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ling looked at Jiangzhu and found that the groundwater had entered Jiangzhu, just like a dry and empty river, and now some water was poured into it.

And the golden carp was swimming among them.

Zhang Ling noticed that the body of the golden carp in the river pearl had stopped dissipating and became much more lively, swimming back and forth among them.

However, the water flow within the river pearl is very sparse, and the golden carps are swimming in a posture that cannot be used.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling pondered for a moment and continued to collect water from the underground river.

Blah blah blah!

The sound of surging water, the river beads in Zhang Ling's hand, continuously absorb the water.

In a short period of time, Zhang Ling could feel that the 'water level' of the underground river was slowly declining, which showed the absorbing power of the river's pearls.

Even so, Jiangzhu is far from feeling full.

"Is it possible that this river pearl can really hold the water of a river?"

Zhang Ling was a little surprised. At present, the river pearl is far from full.

And when the water goes down, it seems that to Jiang Zhu, it is still a drop in the bucket.

Zhang Ling immediately drank water again.

Along with this process, the river pearl in his hand also emitted some water vapor, and there was some water mist around it.

Zhang Ling was amazed by this change and did not stop.

Zhang Ling didn't stop until the water level in the underground river dropped by half.

Among the river beads, these currents are like a large lake, which can already allow golden carps to swim.

To put it into a more vivid form, it has about the water volume of a West Lake in reality.

"That's enough."

Zhang Ling stopped and looked at the underground river.

He was a little worried that after he drained the underground river, the people in the city would have no water to eat.

If there is no water in the underground river, it will cause collapse.

In this way, the blame will all fall on Zhang Ling.

"We'll get some water later when we go back to another place."

"Sooner or later, fill up this bead one day and see what happens."

Zhang Ling also saw some clues.

As the river beads carry more water, they seem to exhibit some strange features.

For example, right now, there is a stream of water vapor around Jiangzhu, forming a light mist.

Zhang Ling was curious, if the river pearl was filled up, what power would it have?

Just now, Zhang Ling has not yet tried what kind of power Jiangzhu has, which has absorbed a lake of water.

Zhang Ling put Jiang Zhu away and wanted to leave the underground.

"I don't know what happened to you, and I may not be able to control it." "But I will find a way to help you recover."

Zhang Ling said to the golden carp in the river pearl.

The golden carp seemed to have heard Zhang Ling's words. It jumped up from the water and fell back into the water with a splash of water.

……

When Zhang Ling came out, he saw the gray surroundings and the faint sound of splashing.

Astonishingly, it was already night and Mingjiang was coming.

Zhang Ling is planning to leave Linjiang City today and return to Qingyun Mountain.

However, before leaving, you can also take a look at how Zhou Qingtian handles things during the day.

In other words, he can help Zhou Qingtian again.

In this way, Zhang Ling headed towards the hell.

It has been two or three days since the Hellfire was established, and the evil ghosts roaming around in the city have almost disappeared.

Because the landing place of evil spirits has been blocked by Hell.

Nowadays, the few evil spirits left in the city are still unable to escape and can only stay in the city.

When Zhang Ling came to the Hell of Fire, he saw Zhou Qingtian wearing a black Yama suit, standing in front of his statue.

However, this clay statue has now been broken into pieces again, leaving no trace of its complete appearance.

"It seems that the Yaksha clan has made a comeback, with another counterattack."

Zhang Ling opened his mouth and said leisurely.

His magical power can only restore the clay statue once, but cannot restore it infinitely.

And now that the statue has been destroyed again, it means that the Yasha clan has taken action again.

"Your honor."

Zhou Qingtian seemed to be immersed in something. He only reacted to Zhang Ling's words and knelt down on one knee towards Zhang Ling: "I just felt the will of the people from this statue, but I didn't meet you in time." , please blame me."

"It doesn't matter, what did you feel?" Zhang Ling shook his head and asked Zhou Qingtian.

"During the day, when I was in Hell, I seemed to hear the murmurs of the common people."

"But standing in front of this clay statue, I can truly feel the wishes of each and every citizen. The most basic and simple wishes are just to think about a safe night and a safe family."

Hearing this, Zhang Ling nodded: "Yes, these things are what you need to protect as the City God."

"The sentient beings in this city have committed all kinds of evil deeds, sinking into a sea of ​​suffering, and are greedy and indulgent..."

Zhang Ling slowly told him that these were all the evil deeds committed by the people in the city.

He has seen this personally in the past few days.

Perhaps, somewhere, there is a river crossing the border, also because of the specialness of this place.

In other words, it was because all sentient beings here had done bad karma that Mingjiang was allowed to be here.

But the more this happens, the more necessary it is to establish a city god.

"In this city, you must be impartial and impartial, be loyal and upright, act on behalf of nature, cut off evil and eradicate evil, and be in charge of the underworld soldiers, accumulating meritorious deeds."

Facing Zhang Ling's words, Zhou Qingtian nodded solemnly.

"Now, reshape your statue first."

Zhang Ling waved his hand, and an invisible force suddenly gathered the statues together.

Zhang Ling bent his fingers, but with a touch of force falling on it, the clay statue quickly returned to its daytime appearance, which was exactly the same as Zhou Qingtian's.

However, the clay statue made by the masons is what Zhou Qingtian looked like when he was alive. He looked like a scholar without any majesty.

Zhang Ling then asked: "Zhou Qingtian, you enter this statue, and I will consecrate your statue."

Zhou Qingtian threw himself directly into the statue without saying a word.

This time, the originally stereotyped clay statue seemed to have some charm.

But this alone is not enough, Zhang Ling wants to consecrate it.

But Zhang Ling now has the Taoist ultimatum in his possession and can skip the step of opening the altar.

He just stepped with his feet, was pinched and fingered, and muttered words.

"The divine light of the sky, the divine light of the earth, the divine light of the sun and the moon, I consecrate the light to the city god, open my eyes to see the world, and open my mouth to enlighten all living beings..."

Following Zhang Ling's spell, a force fell on the statue.

The originally rigid statue of the god, and its facial features, all glowed with light.

The 3,600 bone joints and 84,000 hair orifices on its body are connected to each other and the orifices are connected, and they all shine with light.

The face, majesty, and form of the originally delicate statue are also changing.

Suddenly, he changed from his original scholarly temperament to his current form as a city god.

Even the appearance of the clay statue is covered with a layer of City God's robe.

"The fire of hell, come and shape the idol!"

Zhang Ling had a thought and pulled the fire light from the hell.

Whoohoo!

The fierce flames covered the statue of the god and burned it fiercely, giving the statue its shape.

After a while, the flames dissipated, and the statue's appearance was completely settled, just like Zhou Qingtian standing there, wearing a city god's robe, with a majestic face, looking just and sacred.

"All right."

Zhang Ling called Zhou Qingtian: "You can come out now."

Swish!

The next moment, a shadow emerged from the statue and transformed into Zhou Qingtian.

At this moment, Zhou Qingtian looked a little shocked and said: "Your Majesty, this statue seems to have transformed into my body."

"That's nature, this is your idol."

Zhang Ling nodded and said: "It is also the channel through which mortals can contact you, and the place where your incense is stored."

"Your power can also be radiated through this statue."

Zhang Ling informed him of this and also told him the importance of the statue.

After saying this, Zhang Ling looked at Zhou Qingtian and asked: "The Yaksha clan broke your statue twice today. What should you do?"

"The city god is also angry." Zhou Qingtian replied, and then bowed to Zhang Ling: "Zhou Qingtian has little strength, please give me a helping hand."

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Ling laughed and was quite satisfied with Zhou Qingtian's performance.

Zhou Qingtian is smart and knowledgeable, not rigid and weak.

In this case, Zhang Ling naturally did not hesitate to help.

"I can't take action directly, but I can lend you a helping hand and help you borrow some soldiers."

With that said, Zhang Ling waved his hand to ask Zhou Qingtian to stay away a little, and then he started to operate.

He muttered words, but directly summoned the old temple master to come over, and then summoned the old temple master over with the Hell Fire Curse.

As Zhang Ling's spell fell, a dark wind blew between heaven and earth.

In this place covered by the Ming River, it was much easier for Zhang Ling to summon the old temple master.

Furthermore, Zhang Ling and the old temple master already had a close connection because of the conferment.

On weekdays, you can also cast spells to summon communication at will.

As the cold wind picked up, after a while, the sound of galloping horses and the faint sound of horse hooves came, and soon the figure of the old temple master emerged.

Behind the old temple master, there are hundreds of Yin soldiers, some old and some new.

Zhang Ling smiled slightly and understood why the old temple master did not come immediately.

It turned out that some new Yin soldiers had gathered here, and they were apparently going to use the Hell to practice their Yin soldiers.

Zhang Ling turned around and saw Zhou Qingtian looking surprised. He felt a sense of oppression when he looked at the old patron who came.

Zhang Ling smiled slightly and said: "This is Yama, Yan Guangqin in the underworld."

After introducing the old temple master, Zhang Ling also introduced Zhou Qingtian: "This is the City God of Linjiang City whom I confer, Zhou Qingtian."

(End of this chapter)