Chapter 301: King of Dharma

Fang Zhixing pushed open the window.

It was early in the morning, and it was foggy outside.

He saw a group of poor people in ragged clothes walking on the quiet street.

They walked with their heads down, their expressions pious, and muttered something in their mouths, swaggering through the city.

"Swamp Dharma King..."

Fang Zhixing frowned slightly and took out the map to look at it.

There is indeed a huge swamp in the southwest of the town, named "Pingwu".

It stretches for 800 miles, with very complex terrain, damp and smelly, like a hell hiding endless dangers.

Fang Zhixing's eyes flashed, and he found that if he continued to rush to Heming Mountain in a straight line, he would have to wade through this dangerous Pingwu swamp.

Of course, with his current strength, where can he not go?

Fang Zhixing thought for a while, called the waiter, and asked: "The Swamp Dharma King is the god you believe in here, right?"

The waiter smiled and said: "Yes, the Swamp Dharma King is in charge of Pingwu Swamp and is the patron saint of our town."

Fang Zhixing asked curiously: "Oh, what are they protecting you?"

The waiter explained carefully: "There are many terrible beasts living in Pingwu Swamp. They will run out to hurt and eat people every once in a while, but as long as we believe in the Swamp Dharma King and pray for his blessing, we will be safe.

In addition, there is a rugged trade route starting from our town, which just crosses Pingwu Swamp in the general direction, and the journey is about 160 miles.

After passing Pingwu Swamp, the end is "Luoyan Mountain", and then crossing that mountain, you can reach "Yandang City".

The people coming and going Merchants and travelers, if they want to pass through Pingwu Swamp safely, have to go to the "Dharma King Temple" and pray for the protection of the Swamp Dharma King. "

Fang Zhixing understood and asked, "Have you seen the Swamp Dharma King?"

The waiter said in panic, "How can we lowly mortals see gods just because we want to?"

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but ask back, "Then how do you know that it is the Swamp Dharma King who is protecting you?"

The waiter said seriously, "Those who have not prayed for the protection of the Swamp Dharma King will be dragged into the depths of the swamp by strange beasts and die without a complete body."

Then, he added, "In addition, the Swamp Dharma King is not an ordinary god, let alone an evil god. He is a righteous god canonized by the court and has been guarding this swamp."

Fang Zhixing understood that Yuling Mother also mentioned that she was canonized by the court.

It seems that the biggest difference between righteous gods and evil gods should be whether they have an organization.

Those who are not canonized and worshiped are all evil gods and are not orthodox!

Thinking of this, Fang Zhixing became more and more curious. He stood up and walked out of the inn, passing through the streets and alleys, and came to the "Fawang Temple" mentioned by the waiter.

Looking around, the temple was not particularly large. Entering the temple gate, looking up, you can see a colorful statue with thick oil paint on the surface.

The statue has a human outline, but the hem of the lower body is flowing mud, like a person standing in a swamp.

Fang Zhixing carefully observed the face of the statue. It was particularly handsome, with distinct features, a straight nose, deep eyes, clear lip lines, and prominent cheekbones.

Observing the statue, Fang Zhixing remained calm, released his soul perception, and scanned everything around him.

However, the statue was just a dead object.

Fang Zhixing looked for a long time and did not find anything unusual.

At this time, a believer came forward, knelt down, lit three incense sticks in his hands, and bowed to the stone statue again and again, with a solemn and pious expression, muttering prayers such as "May you have a safe journey".

The whole process lasted for a few minutes. After the man finished praying, he seemed to have gained some kind of spiritual comfort, his frown relaxed, and he walked out of the door with a smile.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing looked incredible.

So he also bought three incense sticks, lit them, and shook them at the statue.

The next moment, a human face suddenly appeared in the void, blurry, hovering above Fang Zhixing's head.

Fang Zhixing suddenly raised his head, stared at the human face, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Huh?!"

The human face suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and stared at Fang Zhixing.

After a while, the human face asked in doubt: "Who are you?"

Fang Zhixing looked at the human face carefully, compared it with the statue, and nodded: "The Swamp Dharma King, right? I am from another place, passing through your precious place, and I came to say hello."

"Say hello..."

The human face was silent for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Since my friend is here, I wonder if you have any advice?"

Fang Zhixing replied: "To be honest, I am very interested in the practice of Taoists.

Well, I have heard that Yin God and Yang God can absorb, refine and purify the luck of mortals, but I have never figured out what is going on, so I came to take a look at you.

Of course, if there is any inconvenience, I will not force it, and I will leave now."

After hearing this, a trace of anger appeared on the human face, and he sneered: "How can the secret practice of Taoists like me be shared with outsiders at will?"

A majestic pressure enveloped, and the air around seemed to solidify, making it difficult to breathe.

But Fang Zhixing was calm and ignored it.

He said slowly: "Please calm down, Master. Actually, I am not an outsider. My master is a formal disciple of the Five Elements Sect."

"Five Elements Sect!!"

The man was surprised and said in a deep voice: "Nonsense, if you are a disciple of the Five Elements Sect, how could you ask me about cultivation?"

Fang Zhixing replied: "I am an outer disciple. I have been wandering outside and have never been to the Five Elements Sect.

In addition, my master is only in the Nine-Niu realm, but I am already an immortal in the Hundred-Niu realm. "

The man's face trembled a few times, and the pressure quickly dissipated, and he suddenly realized: "It turns out that my friend is an immortal. No wonder I always feel weird."

He paused and said slowly: "There are thousands of ways to practice Taoism. Cultivating the Yang God is one way, and the immortal is also the way."

As he spoke, the human face fell down and gradually condensed into a human shape, which seemed both virtual and real, and the outline of the facial features was very much like a statue.

The Marsh King fell to the ground silently, stood in front of Fang Zhixing, cupped his hands and said: "Let me meet you, Sun Bingqi, who was once the deputy sect leader of the Xiangxi Sect. During the campaign to encircle and suppress the Black Evil Sect, his body was destroyed. Unfortunately, he was destroyed. Later, due to his merits, Yin Shen was canonized as the Marsh King by the court. "

Only then did he realize that he had done something, so he returned the courtesy and said: "I, Zhang Changji, am a wandering cultivator, wandering around with no fixed place to live."

Dharma King Marsh said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, you are so secretive. You came to my Dharma King's temple and wandered around for a long time, but I didn't notice it at all."

He is telling the truth.

Although a strong person in the Hundred Ox Realm can hide his own aura, it is extremely difficult to hide a person's heartbeat, blood flow rate, etc., which are always in motion, from the soul perception of opponents at the same level.

Especially the flow of blood, which is the biggest source of breath leakage.

However, Fang Zhixing was able to perfectly control the blood in his body. Once his breath was restrained, it would be difficult for others to notice.

This is his natural advantage.

Fang Zhixing waved his hand and said with a smile: "The King of Dharma is ridiculous. Zhang's method of concealing his aura is nothing more than a small trick."

The Marsh King nodded and asked, "If there is anything you want to know, just ask, and I will tell you everything."

Fang Zhixing thought for a while and asked, "How do you get the luck from mortals?"

The Marsh King turned around and after a while, a believer walked in and knelt down in front of the statue.

Seeing this, he smiled and said: "You can't see the luck of a believer, but I can clearly see it.

Well, you can imagine the believers' luck as their hair, and I can cut off their hair. "

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean? After the luck is cut off, can it grow back again?"

"of course!"

Swamp Dharma King smiled and explained: "Luck is actually unpredictable and difficult to describe, but what is certain is that luck is vital."

Fang Zhixing clicked his tongue and said, "Like leeks?"

"Well, this metaphor is very appropriate!"

The Marsh King nodded repeatedly, "The luck in mortals can grow one after another, in an endless stream."

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but ask: "What will happen to the believers after you take away their luck?"

Swamp Dharma King continued: "I know what you are worried about. In fact, cutting away a little bit of luck has almost no big impact on mortals.

Of course, many evil gods will crazily drain the luck from their believers, causing them to suffer from bad luck, constant disasters, and miserable endings. "

Only then did Zhixing understand. At this moment, the believer began to light incense.

He quickly asked: "What is the use of burning incense?"

Swamp Dharma King smiled and said: "Incense can not only purify the luck and condense the luck, but also make people feel happy and comfortable. At the same time, it is more convenient for us to harvest the luck."

"..."

Fang Zhixing was speechless for a moment.

Awesome!

Before killing the pig, let the pig clean itself!

This is the top PUA!

The Yin God and the Yang God actually plundered the people's luck...

"Well, once the Yin God and the Yang God are canonized by the court, it is equivalent to obtaining a license to plunder the people's luck..."

Knowing the market situation, I couldn't help but think of the infamous "private license" issued by the British Empire.

Just when I thought of this, suddenly, a beam of light was projected.

Fang Zhixing lowered his head and immediately saw the black ring on his left hand glowing.

[Go to the edge of Pingwu Swamp in the north. Thirty-one miles away from you, there is a level 5 restricted area. Please go immediately to clean up the pests. 】

[This task cannot be refused, otherwise you will be punished. 】

Fang Zhixing curled his lips, not expecting that he would receive a mandatory task at this time.

"Hey, this isn't..."

Swamp Dharma King was taken aback and said in astonishment: "Why, fellow Daoist Zhang, do you also have such a ring?"

Fang Zhixing asked: "Oh, have you seen it before?"

Marsh King nodded and said: "I know several incarnations of heavenly beings. They all have this kind of ring on their hands. Occasionally, they will hire some masters to assist them in their tasks."

Fang Zhixing understood clearly and responded: "That's it for today. I'll leave first."

"Wait!"

Swamp Dharma King suddenly shouted, then he raised his hand and rubbed his fingers, condensed a ball of sewage, turned it into a jewel, and threw it to Fang Zhixing.

"This is it?" Fang Zhixing asked curiously as he took it in his hand.

Swamp Dharma King continued: "Pingwu Swamp is full of water ghosts. If you bring this bead, the water ghosts will not attack you."

Fang Zhixing felt funny.

I'm afraid those water ghosts are all the men of Swamp Dharma King.

No matter who trespasses into Pingwu Swamp without permission, if they do not pray to the Swamp Dharma King and contribute some energy as tolls, they will definitely be attacked by water ghosts.

Fang Zhixing's figure flickered and disappeared from where he was.

"Hey, how can a master come from such a murderous aura..."

The Swamp Dharma King heaved a sigh of relief. Although he had lost his body long ago, he felt like he was sweating when he stood in front of Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing first returned to the inn, settled Junyao, and then took the dog out with him.

In a short while, the man and the dog quickly crossed a wasteland and arrived at the swamp.

Looking ahead, tall water plants grew everywhere.

Low-lying pools spread out to the end of the field of vision, like pearls scattered on the earth.

[Walk forward 20 meters, there is a pool, scoop up a mouthful of water and hold it in your mouth. ]

Fang Zhixing walked over according to the prompt and came to the edge of the pool.

There was a shadow at the bottom of the water, sneaking into the depths.

"What is that? It smells rotten..."

The dog's nose twitched, staring at the bottom of the water, baring his teeth to intimidate.

Fang Zhixing didn't care, squatted down, scooped up a handful of water and put it into his mouth.

[Walk to the pool behind the left and spit the water in your mouth. ]

Fang Zhixing did as he was told.

Spit out a mouthful of water!

Splash~

The pool rippled and the waves rose and fell.

After a while, the waves gradually expanded and spun at high speed, forming a whirlpool.

[Jump into the whirlpool. ]

Fang Zhixing looked at Xigou without any hesitation.

"Understood, I'll jump first."

Xigou plunged in.

Fang Zhixing observed for a while before jumping into the whirlpool.

His eyes blurred, and he felt dizzy and was surrounded by a large amount of water.

I don't know how long it took...

Fang Zhixing broke out of the water and looked around. There were walls on all sides.

There was a ball of light above his head.

"Is this a well?"

Fang Zhixing jumped up and jumped to the mouth of the well.

Xigou had already landed at the edge of the well, shook off the water on his body, and looked left and right.

There were high walls on all sides, and a magnificent mansion was nearby.

This seems to be a European castle, with a medieval style and an antique charm.

Xigou sniffed the air and suddenly reminded: "There is a smell of blood and a strange smell. I seem to have smelled it somewhere."

Fang Zhixing is more sensitive to the smell of blood, and then he walked towards the direction of the smell.

Suddenly, bang bang bang~

There was a hurried sound of footsteps.

At the corner, a figure in silver armor ran out, holding a knight's sword in his hand.

The equipment was very heavy, and the man ran staggeringly, looking extremely tired.

Then, a black monster rushed out, with a huge body, seven or eight meters long, surrounded by black air, and quickly pounced on the silver armor.

"Again..."

Fang Zhixing recognized at a glance that the black monster was a giant alien!

Without thinking, he stomped his feet, and his body was like a flash of lightning, rushing towards the alien at an extremely fast speed.

One palm fell!

The magic blood Vajra palm was extremely fierce and crushed the alien.

Boom!

A large handprint appeared on the floor.

The giant alien was lying in the pit, its whole body was crushed and bloody.

Instant kill!

The last time Fang Zhixing and Fan Qiulai attacked the alien, it took a lot of effort to kill it.

But this time, Fang Zhixing was enlightened and killed it with one palm, without any difficulty.

At this moment, the silver armor fell to the ground, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.

After a while, he found that the alien did not pounce, so he opened his eyes.

One look!

The silver armor was shocked. He took off his helmet, revealing a twisted face covered with thick hair.

Fang Zhixing's heart trembled. The silver armor in front of him could hardly be regarded as a human. The facial features on his face were almost twisted into a ball, which was extremely creepy.

"Can you understand what I say?" Fang Zhixing asked.

The silver armor said something in a gibberish for a while.

Unfortunately, Fang Zhixing could not understand a word. The other party's language was very strange and unheard of.

At this time, the silver armor waved his hand and pointed to a half-open iron door.

Fang Zhixing nodded and followed the silver armor.

They passed through the iron door and entered the castle.

A strong smell of blood hit them.

In the open hall, there were seven corpses, all of which were women.

One of the women was wearing an exquisite skirt, and the other six women were wearing maid outfits.

They died in exactly the same way, with their heads pierced.

Moreover, their facial features were distorted and ugly, making people sick.

Fang Zhixing was watching, and suddenly, the belly of the gorgeous woman swelled up, bursting, and blood splattered.

The next moment, an alien broke out of the chest and jumped high.

The alien was only as big as a watermelon at first, and it grew rapidly when it jumped. When it landed, it was more than five meters long.

"Jie Ao~"

The alien screamed and roared, and as soon as it found Fang Zhixing, it immediately pounced on him.

"Hmph!"

Fang Zhixing looked down on him and slapped him to death.

At the same time, the corpse on the ground was crushed into meat paste by the palm power.

This scene...

The silver armor was overjoyed, pointing at the stairs and walking over.

"Lead the way!"

Fang Zhixing followed closely and climbed up the stairs.

He came to the second floor.

The silver armor stopped in front of a door, gesturing with both hands, as if indicating that there was a monster in the house.

Fang Zhixing kicked the door open.

Whoosh!

A puff of black smoke rushed out.

He saw an armored warrior with black smoke all over his body, half kneeling on the ground...