Chapter 216: Heart-eating Demon
"Have you still used your magical powers? If you don't have any more magical powers, I will take my leave!"
The Tianlong monk colleague who displayed the appearance of a three-headed, six-armed demon-subduing demon, and his courteous voice rang out over the underworld.
But the voice sounded so harsh to the ears of the City God. In the underworld domain dominated by him, he couldn't even capture a foreign monk. If the result of this battle were to be spread, the face of the Fengtian Underworld would be completely lost.
"Master, please stay!"
A magnificent voice sounded, and the City God, who had always been reserved and had never shown his true strength, finally used his most precious weapon at this moment.
How could he be bullied by a small monk after thousands of years of accumulation? It was only because he wanted to show his majesty as the City God, and because there were many Taoist and Buddhist monks coming to watch the ceremony, he did not want to reveal too many details and only used his divine power to suppress others.
However, he never thought that this monk had an origin beyond his expectations. Even if he was one level lower than him, with the Buddhist treasures on his body , he could fight against his Dharma body on equal terms. Even in the underworld, he was hardly suppressed.
"Amitabha, Lord City God, since I have no more magical powers to display, I will take my leave!"
Yinghai only took a glance, and the expression on the face in the middle of the three heads, which was neither sad nor happy, changed. Because a majestic and solemn square tripod had appeared on the palm of the City God's Dharma body.
There are coiled dragon patterns and Taotie patterns cast all around the body of the tripod, giving it a majestic and heavy aura. There are cicada patterns cast on the four feet, and the word "Fengtian" cast on the inner wall of the belly. A heavy bright yellow divine light emanates from the tripod, and there is a powerful power of incense and vows contained in it.
With just one look, the Tianlong monk knew that he must not touch this sacred artifact. If he touched it, he would die, and if he came into contact with it, he would be injured. The power of vows carried by this square tripod was enormous, and it even had relics from thousands of years ago. Its power was as heavy as a thousand mountains.
"Master, please release the spirit fish!"
The City God made the request for the third time, but this was not a matter of releasing the fish. If the Dragon Monk released the carp spirit he had taken away, he would be going against his previous words and bowing to the City God.
"Since Lord City God is using his divine weapon to bully me, I will not hold back any longer!"
"Um?!"
While the City God was astonished, a seven-layered treasure tower with pearls hanging from the four sides was suspended above the monk's head. This treasure looked like a banner but not a banner, and was slightly like a canopy. The golden light of the treasure shot straight into the sky, and the brilliance was so dazzling that it was impossible to look at it directly. The seven colors of light merged into one, solemn and majestic, with a magnificent atmosphere.
In just a moment, the seven layers of golden banners tore through the netherworld, dropping layers of precious light that enveloped the Tianlong monks. As the light bloomed, it led Yinghai away from the netherworld, leaving behind only a moderate and peaceful echo.
"I know I am no match for you, Lord City God, so I am leaving now. Please don't chase me!"
“…”
The City God looked at the Buddha's light that had already gone away and smiled gently. It was unclear whether he was laughing at himself or something else. He did not make another move. He could not stop the monk. The other party's origin was far more shocking than he expected.
Today, Fengtian Yinsi lost all face, but it was only a loss of face. Judging from the various backgrounds displayed by the other party, it is hard to say what will happen if they are forced to stay.
He had also heard that there were some extremely powerful beings who could kill their enemies even if they were across a realm. As for the distance of tens of thousands of miles, it was not a problem at all.
"Second Master Feng..."
Feeling ashamed, the City God glanced downwards. To him, what happened in the underworld was nothing more than the lines on his palm. Even when he was fighting with the Tianlong monk, he knew everything that happened between the Taoists and monks he had deliberately let in.
Things might not be that bad. The group of Taoists and monks who originally wanted to see the excitement in Fengtian Underworld were not paying attention to it at the moment. Instead, they were all focused on the young man who claimed that he wanted to practice.
The reincarnation of the immortal? That's really great!
Just as he expected, from today onwards, the attention of all practitioners in Fengtian City will be attracted by this young man. Compared with this, what happened in the Fengtian underworld is insignificant.
Quite interesting!
The magnificent Dharma body with its feet on the underworld and its head on the Dharma sky dispersed with the wind, and the heavy divine power like a vast ocean also disappeared. Many cultivators noticed the result of this battle, but few paid much attention to it.
Compared with winning over a reincarnated immortal, a mere City God is nothing. Although the second young master in front of him is only the younger brother of the one rumored to be the reincarnated immortal, look at the many magical powers he displayed in his every move.
It is expected that it is not much worse than the reincarnation of an immortal. It is also a reincarnation of a celestial being. He must have a great background in the previous life No matter which family it is, no one will reject such a being, let alone think it is too much.
" My fellow masters, this matter has been resolved. The monks from the Tianlong Temple have already fled. This is a dark place, which is not suitable for your bodies. Please do not stay here for long!"
Not long after the City God's Dharma body dissipated, ghosts and gods came to ask these Taoist masters and Buddhist monks to leave. If the City God accepted the monk, or asked the other party to give in, he would not mind letting these monks stay here.
But now, not even a single person was left, and the other party was allowed to tear apart the underworld and escape openly. All the ghosts and gods who witnessed this scene felt ashamed, so they didn't want these cultivators who had nothing to do with the underworld to stay here for long.
"The old city god is chasing us away, let's go!"
Most of the cultivators had noticed what had just happened in the sky. They knew that the old City God was probably in a bad mood at the moment, so no one wanted to get involved.
After all, this is the Yin Law Realm, and the divine weapon that the other party just sacrificed was so powerful that even the Tianlong monk with a lot of Buddhist treasures did not dare to test it head-on, so they naturally would not make themselves uncomfortable.
"Second Master Feng, please come this way!"
Taoist Yonghe called the young man in white and wanted to take him with him. A deep voice with a hint of magnetism sounded, and a strong scent of sandalwood filled the air. A ghost wearing a red robe and holding a jade pen and an iron scroll, with a respectful and reserved smile on his face, stood in front of Taoist Yonghe.
"Why, you in the underworld want to keep someone as well?"
The old beggar narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the ghosts and gods with a bit more hostility. Although he knew that these ghosts and gods were not qualified to compete with them, the Taoist masters, he still didn't like it.
"Please don't be offended, Master. Before you entered the palace, you had an appointment with my master. I am only following the order of the Lord of the City God to lead the way for you!"
" That's true!"
When Feng Qing'an heard this, he immediately responded in agreement. At this moment, he was surrounded by many Taoist masters. After the initial surprise and joy, he felt a little annoyed.
These Taoist masters kept recommending and introducing their own sects to him, which made him a little annoyed. He now just wanted to find a secluded place, find some peace, and calm down to think slowly.
"You have an appointment with the old city god? Then go and talk to him. By the way, you can also ask this old guy how he feels now that he let the little monk go."
Taoist Yonghe glanced at Wen Pan, then at Feng Qing'an, and said with a smile, but the sarcasm in his tone did not diminish in the slightest.
Obviously, Taoist Yonghe was extremely dissatisfied with the old City God wanting to take people away from him, but this might not be a bad thing, after all, there were too many Taoist Taoists surrounding him.
Although his Qianyang Sect is indeed one of the best, if we really compare it, the other sects have also had glorious pasts. Even if they have declined, it is only temporary. If we really compare their ancestors, the other party may not be inferior.
It doesn't matter if one lets ghosts and gods take him away. No matter how ignorant one is about cultivation, one will not abandon his body to practice the way of incense and gods. Only when one is desperate or simply has no talent for cultivation will one take this path.
The old Taoist priest didn't think that the promising second young master would be fooled by the old city god into following the incense and worship path, unless the old city god didn't want to live anymore.
"I want to ask the City God about something related to my brother!"
Feng Qingan responded with a helpless look.
"Is it related to your brother?"
The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and the other Taoists were also stunned. Then this Taoist did not hesitate and asked Judge Wen directly,
"Can I go and sit in on the class, old Taoist?"
"Lord City God has only invited Mr. Feng, so all the other masters please come this way!"
Although Judge Wen had a smile on his face, his attitude was very firm. Only Feng Qing'an could go. As for other Taoist or Buddhist sects, none of them were welcome.
“What a pity!”
Everyone present was interested in the matter regarding the reincarnated immortal, but since the old city god had not invited them, they had no way of forcing themselves to go.
After all, it is the underworld. Even though the old city god seems to be in a very embarrassing situation because of the Tianlong monk, his greatest pride and boast-worthy thing is that he sacrificed a precious Buddhist treasure and escaped from here .
Even Yonghe Shangzhen had to think twice about whether or not to come into conflict with a City God in the underworld for the sake of something he might be able to find out in the future.
"Feng boy, go ahead!"
Even though they wanted to keep a close eye on the Second Young Master Feng to prevent him from being taken away by other Taoists, these Taoists still had to let Feng Qing'an follow Judge Wen into the depths of the underworld.
"I'm sorry for disturbing your pleasure, please forgive me!"
Stepping on the jade steps, Wen Pan, who had already turned into an ordinary person in size and looked so tall and imposing, looked at the young man in white behind him and smiled.
"It's no bother at all. I'm grateful enough!"
The feeling of being fought over by a group of people as a hot commodity was somewhat interesting at first, but after hearing it so many times, Feng Qingan just felt that they were noisy.
"Now I finally have a moment of peace!"
"Young Master, you really opened my eyes today. I have never seen a Taoist master show such an attitude. He is like a penny-pinching merchant in the market!"
"Ha ha!"
Feng Qing'an laughed twice when he heard this, but did not agree. Wen Pan did not say much either, but with his steady steps, the green jade bricks became a little different, and the magnificent buildings on both sides also retreated like fleeting shadows.
Soon, Feng Qing'an was led into a building that was only slightly inferior to the main hall he had entered before. A tall and strong figure stood quietly inside.
He was about fifty years old, with a long beard as black as ink, without the slightest color. His expression was indifferent, but gave people a sense of gentleness that tolerated everything. A dark green sword hung at his waist, giving off a majestic air.
"Lord City God!"
Feng Qing'an immediately stepped forward and bowed to greet him. The middle-aged man in front of him had an elegant and extraordinary temperament. There was no gloomy feeling at all. Instead, he was like a living person and had a different kind of vitality.
Just this feeling made Feng Qing'an realize that he was extraordinary, because even Dong Huang had never made him have such a feeling, there was still something missing.
"You don't have to be polite to me. Seeing this face that looks like your brother, I still feel cold in my heart!"
When the elegant middle-aged man saw Feng Qing'an's reasonable attitude, he just smiled, turned slightly aside and refused the greeting.
"I would also like to ask the City God to tell me why my brother had a conflict with you back then?"
"My surname is Xiao, and I am the third generation ancestor of the Xiao family in Fengtian City! Your brother slashed me with his sword because I failed to supervise my descendants, and I should bear the consequences!"
The City God answered calmly.
Although he was shocked and puzzled by the young man who broke into the underworld, he confronted him and did not resist after understanding what happened. He was indeed guilty, and the young man was qualified to punish him.
"What exactly is the reason?"
Feng Qingan asked for details.
“Do you know spiritual practice?”
"Of course I know!"
Feng Qing'an turned around and glanced at the spirit wolf Bai Yao who was following closely.
"This story begins with a descendant of mine who was obsessed with the beauty of a spiritual practitioner..."
Just as he had promised, the City God told the young man what had happened that year.
Three years ago, also in Fengtian City, when the college entrance examination was approaching, the people in the city were in panic. Even though because of the imperial examination, there were soldiers patrolling the streets and even the city gates to check the identities of people coming and going, rumors still spread.
Heart-eating fox!
There is a demon lurking in Fengtian City. Whenever dusk falls, it will wander in the dreams of mortals, seducing them with its beauty. If the mortals are not strong-willed, everything will be broken, and the body in reality will have its chest cut open and its heart taken out, resulting in a miserable death.
Because it is haunting in dreams, even if there are patrolling ghosts and gods, it is difficult to catch the trace of this demon. Therefore, even if a curfew has been implemented in the city, or even if the ghosts and gods in the underworld are patrolling the city, it is difficult to prevent the tragedy of more than ten people dying every night.
"A fox demon? How can it cause trouble in a dream?"
When Feng Qing'an heard this, a strange look appeared on his face. Although he didn't dare to say that he had a special understanding of monsters, he also knew that the magical powers that monsters could possess were basically related to their bloodlines.
"This is related to an evil spirit among the descendants of my Xiao family. He created this monster. The reason why it can haunt me in my dreams is also related to him!"
"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it!"
