Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 682 The Gods Appear
Yan Jun's theocracy, Yinshan?

Li Xiuyuan stood on the silt at the bottom of the river, looking at the strange and jagged rock in mid-air, this thing is ordinary, if it didn't fall from the ghost foreman, he would think it was an ordinary rock when it fell into the bottom of the river.

There is no appearance of half-divided theocracy at all.

But he knew that this was divine right.

Theocracy is just a kind of cohesion of power. What has no form can be Mount Tai, Mount Yin, or even something else.

"Has the ghost foreman been killed?" Li Xiuyuan asked suddenly.

Out of caution, he didn't immediately go to Yinshan.

The six gods of thunder in the sky patrolled the surroundings, their eyes were like torches, the thunder was still loud, and their power was still there. They observed all directions, looking for the trace of the ghost foreman.

"Returning to the saint, there is no breath of the ghost foreman here. His soul has been scattered and fell into the bottom of the river. In the future, he will either be a water plant or a fly, and there will be no time to regenerate."

Li Xiuyuan nodded when he heard the words: "But there are still temples burning incense?"

"We don't know, we still need to investigate." A thunder god said.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Even if you don't die, if you lose your divine power and break up your body, even if you are reborn with the help of incense, there will be no trouble."

There are advantages and disadvantages for ghosts and gods to practice the way of incense. The good and bad are all above the temple gods.

If the temple is full of incense, ghosts and gods may be resurrected.

But if the temples are destroyed and the statues of the gods are smashed, even the most powerful ghosts and gods may perish.

"Very well, today's plan has not failed. The ghost foreman has been executed, and my general trend has been achieved." Li Xiuyuan nodded and said.

"What evil? Dare to hide in the dark and peep." At this moment, the Thunder God in the sky seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly shouted, the thunder exploded, and a thunderbolt fell from the dark clouds, directly towards a nearby road. Alley down.

Seeing this, a sneaky figure in the alley seemed to be frightened, and immediately let out a pained cry, turned around and ran away.

"This is a thousand-year-old evil spirit, and I can't kill it after being hit by a divine thunder, and let me chase it down." A thunder god immediately shouted when he heard the words, turned into thunder and lightning, and drove the strong wind and dark clouds towards the capital. Other directions loom over the past.

And in another place.

The carriage that drove out of the palace was parked on a street not far from the pier.

At the entrance of the street, an ordinary-looking middle-aged monk stood there with his palms folded, and stopped the carriage in front of him.

The carriage stood still, and even the groom who was driving the carriage looked nervously at the monk in front of him.

"Old Ancestor, the God of Thunder at the pier seems to have calmed down quite a bit. Maybe it's a bit late. Do you want to rush over?" The groom was an eunuch, and he turned his dark eyes around and asked cautiously.

Inside the carriage, the national teacher remained motionless, his eyes were full of solemnity, and a strand of cold sweat could not help but fall slowly from his forehead.

"He doesn't move, we don't move, this is not an ordinary monk." The national teacher said seriously.

In his eyes, the monk in front of him is not an ordinary monk. The Buddha's light on his body is dazzling and dazzling. In the Buddha's light, there is an arhat sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, motionless. However, within three feet of the Buddha's light, he has not moved forward. .

This gesture is a warning.

"Amitabha, goodness is goodness." Suddenly, the monk Kasyapa who had been silent all this time opened his eyes, clasped his hands together and sang the Buddha's name, then turned and left without any hesitation or pause.

"Old Ancestor, he's gone." said the eunuch driving the horse.

The national teacher breathed a sigh of relief, slowly closed his eyes and murmured: "There is no real Buddha in the world, why can I see a real arhat today? Today Li Xiuyuan was fighting with the ghost foreman, and this arhat appeared to block my way. This move has the meaning of protecting the Dharma, but now he turns away and thinks the outcome has been decided,
That's why this arhat just left. Before he left, he said goodness and said everything. "

"Thinking about it, Lord Yan's divine power has fallen into the hands of Li Xiuyuan."

"The ghost foreman was killed?"

He lowered his head and thought, with a heavy look on his face.

The purpose of inviting the sage to the capital is to revitalize the game of chess in the capital. He sits in the court, borrows the hand of the court, and uses the sage as a pawn to win the game of chess and achieve his own way.

But now, man's calculation is not as good as heaven's calculation. If Li Xiuyuan beheaded the ghost foreman and regained divine power, one of the ways to restrain him would be gone.

Touching the imperial decree in his hand, the corner of the teacher's mouth couldn't help but twitch, the means of preparation were always useless.

Not only that, I didn't even catch up with this fight.

If you catch up, wait for the opportunity, and there may not be no turning point.

"Old Ancestor, the thunder has subsided, do you still have to go to the pier?" the eunuch asked.

"Since we're already here, how can we not go? If we can't make things worse, then it will be the icing on the cake." The national teacher said slowly: "Let's drive."

With a flick of his hand, he tried a spell.

The chariots and horses ran like the wind, crossed a street in an instant, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the black rock in his hand at this moment. He looked at it carefully, but saw a few streaks of scarlet on the rock, which could not be faded away. He knew that it was stained by his own spit of blood on it before. .

However, the rocks where the blood was stained seemed to show signs of melting.

"Saints beware, there are still gods peeping."

Suddenly, another Thunder God seemed to have discovered something, opened his mouth and spat out, a thunderbolt pierced the sky, tore apart the dark clouds, and hit a cloud above the sky.

"Huh?" Li Xiuyuan immediately looked up with a solemn expression.

The dark sky was torn open by thunder.

A majestic and majestic god in the uniform of the emperor, with a crown on his head, suddenly appeared under the light of the thunder. The god grabbed Jinglei in his hand, as if Like grabbing a fallen leaf, it couldn't hurt him at all.

"The appearance of this god is Dongyue."

Li Xiuyuan shrank his eyes, feeling an inexplicable chill behind his back.

When did Dongyue appear in the capital, and he had been fighting with the ghost foreman for so long without realizing it.

Among the ghosts and gods in the world, Dongyue is the one he fears the most.

The mountain god of Mount Tai has attained the Tao, enjoyed the worship of the dynasty for thousands of years, and sat in the heavenly palace. If he hadn't issued Hongyuan that day and attracted heaven's punishment, it is hard to say whether Dongyue could be brought down.

Li Xiuyuan also knew that the reason why his reputation was able to spread was not because of his natural destiny of a saint, nor because he cultivated the Dao of Slaying Immortals, but because he defeated the God of Dongyue, which shocked the world's ghosts and gods.

"Since Dongyue has already come, why didn't he make a move?"

No unnecessary greetings, just straightforward questions.

"If you can't beat this water ghost, I will take back my divine right today, return to the Heavenly Palace, and establish my divine way again." Dongyue's tall and majestic figure remained motionless, his eyes still cold and ruthless under the crown, full of majesty as an emperor.

It seems that at this moment he is not a loser, but Li Xiuyuan is.

"It's a pity that God's will is on me. The ghost foreman lost." Li Xiuyuan said: "I let the god down."

"It doesn't matter, the divine way has luck, and the human way also has luck. Even if your way is successful, how long can you go? 1000 years, 2000 years? It's not God's will for you, but my divine way luck has arrived." Dongyue Shenjun calmly said: " The great way of reincarnation, Shinto is not necessarily the end."

"As for you asking why I didn't take action to regain the divine power"

Dongyue Shenjun turned his head slightly and looked to the left and right.

Li Xiuyuan saw that under the light of thunder, a dark cloud next to him looked like a tortoise and snake lying coiled up. There was a person sitting vaguely on it. Looking at the other side, there was a red light flashing. In the red light was a figure wearing armor. Standing here is an extraordinary god, holding a big knife, closing his eyes and stroking
The beard, like a statue of a god made of gold and iron, remained motionless, and it was so quiet that people were afraid.

"True Martial God, and more" he was startled.

But Dongyue Shenjun shook his palm and extinguished the thunder in his hand.

A corner of the sky fell into darkness, and the dark clouds in the shape of ghosts and gods collapsed, revealing the starry sky, and the red light somewhere disappeared, replaced by moonlight falling.

"If you want to become enlightened, you still need to climb Mount Tai in the future. You and I will meet at Mount Tai." After Dongyue Shenjun finished speaking, his majestic figure turned around, stepped on the clouds, and quickly disappeared into the sky. the end of the sky.

Seeing Dongyue Shenjun leave, the vision above the sky disappeared.

I don't know why Li Xiuyuan felt a cold sweat coming out of his back.

Fortunately, he won the fight this time. If he lost, Dongyue would definitely take action to regain the divine power. Tiangong would welcome Dongyue's rule again, and the heaven he created would collapse in an instant.

As for Zhenwu Shenjun, the reason why they helped to shackle Dongyue was only because they were still there.

Once he fails in the fight, he will be punished.

When the saints die, their meaning of protecting the Dao is gone, and naturally they will no longer help themselves.

Although it sounds cruel, it is true. It is like a dynasty change. If the emperor of the previous dynasty is kicked out, who will give his allegiance?

"Today's fight looks calm, but in fact there are many turbulent waves in the dark. Now that I think about it, it's really unbelievable that I was able to defeat Dongyue that day." Li Xiuyuan smiled wryly.

Maybe Dongyue was also very unwilling. When he met such a strong-headed saint, he just raised his sword and made moves out of common sense.

Isn't it.

The battle in Jinling City had just ended that day, when Li Xiuyuan went out of his body and brought ghosts and gods to the Heavenly Palace. At the price of making great wishes, he was forced to beat him down without giving him any chance to make plans.

If it were changed to the present, Li Xiuyuan felt that he would never be able to beat Dongyue.

But it has only been a long time since he took down Dongyue Shenjun, and he hibernates, waiting for the opportunity to regain the divine power in an instant, return to the Heavenly Palace, and continue his glory.

It seems that Li Xiuyuan's recklessness at the beginning was beneficial.

"Yan Jun's divine power seems to be different from Dongyue's divine power."

Seeing the yin mountain in his hand slowly sinking into his body, Li Xiuyuan felt a different kind of feeling in his soul.

Not strong, but a kind of thick.

It feels as thick as the earth.

(End of this chapter)