Chapter 271: Shunzhou City God

"So, we can't rely on King Yan on this matter?"

Before Luo Li came to Shunzhou, his first choice was to seek help from King Yan.

Qianhuan's disciples have obtained evidence of the city god's corruption. Daqian is extremely strict with the gods' laws, and King Yan has enough reason to mobilize troops to surround and kill him.

"Those ghosts had great military exploits during their lifetimes, and many of their former friends were still serving in the military. Sending troops to surround and kill them would arouse the enemy and disturb the morale of the army."

Shu Si said: "However, King Yan has agreed to help cover up the death of the City God and find a way to blame it on demons outside the territory to avoid being investigated by the court."

After King Yan gained the support of Hongluan Xingjun, he gradually became bolder. As long as he did not commit treason, the court would definitely turn a blind eye.

Luo Li thought for a moment and said, "In this case, we can only change the plan."

"It's all based on Uncle Master's instructions. The sect leader has given the order. The disciples of the twelve sects in Shunzhou are at your disposal."

Shu Si had some words that he didn't say. Qianhuan Sect Master gave him a clone of the true god. If something unexpected happened, the true god would come and annihilate the Shunzhou City God.

"King Yan's army was unreliable, so he recruited a team of monks on his own."

Luo Li asked: "The City God has thousands of undercover agents and recruits two thousand Qi Refining Realm. Accidents can be completely avoided..."

"two thousand?"

Shu Si's eyes widened, and he wanted to remind his junior uncle whether you had any misunderstandings about the Qi Refining Realm.

There are as many as ten or eight in a county, and there are more than a hundred in counties and cities. Otherwise, how could King Yan be afraid of Shunzhou City God.

Thousands of evil spirits broke out unscrupulously, and the entire Yancheng became a ghost.

"Of course, the number of Qi Refining realms is not enough, so we will look for experts in refining the gods..."

Luo Li said: "It's such a trick to advance to Qi refining. It's not a problem for ordinary god refining to defeat one against a hundred, right?"

Shu Si nodded in agreement.

Ordinary Yinzai can barely be considered to be the sixth level, and those who are old are only the fifth level. Even an expert who has just entered the third level can easily trap hundreds of them.

"That's enough. Can't Shunzhou, including King Yan's army, gather more than a dozen experts in refining gods?"

Luo Li has personally struggled in the world of martial arts, and it is indeed rare to be an expert at refining gods. However, due to his long life, the number he has accumulated is not small.

"Yes, yes..."

Shu Si hesitated and said, "But isn't the price of asking a god-refining expert to take action a bit high?"

Luo Li stroked the jade bracelet magic weapon on his wrist, and a cyan brick appeared in his hand. He put the weight on it and piled ten bricks into a stack.

"One thousand kilograms of lapis lazuli essence is worth at least tens of thousands of spiritual stones. Is it enough?"

"..."

Shu Si felt that the green gold was full of golden spiritual energy, and nodded with difficulty: "It's almost enough!"

Swish, brush, brush!

Luo Li took out ten more blue bricks and said: "The city god has his own people to deal with it, twenty yuan for each god-refining expert!"

Shu Si licked his lips and looked at the lapis lazuli creature that was the same height as himself, his mouth and tongue felt a little dry.

"Uncle Master, do you think it is necessary for the Qi Refining Stage?"

Luo Li nodded and said, "Okay, I'll pay you at a discount of 100%."

"Okay! Don't worry, uncle, it will be done within ten days at most!"

Shu Si calculated in his mind that he would give priority to hiring those in the Qi Refining realm. Two to three thousand spirit stones would be enough to buy his life, and he could still earn at least two thousand.

It's a lot of trouble for the master of refining the gods, but with the names of Prince Yan's Mansion and Hongluan Xingjun, the problem is not too big.

Hongluan Xingjun Li Zhi has repeatedly shown his sage in Shunzhou, and the god-refining expert is well-informed. The news that King Yan has received the blessing of the true god is already an open secret.

All the officials in the court pretended not to know, and Emperor Jingtai was also selectively blind. Who dared to play tricks in front of the true God?

At this moment.

There were footsteps outside the courtyard, and then the courtyard door opened on its own, and a Taoist man in blue clothes walked in.

The Taoist's eyes were dark and he was holding a long banner of the God of Heaven's Secret, which was the secret of the abandoned disciple of the Palace of Heaven's Secret.

"Today's divination will be beneficial here!"

Xuanji looked at Shu Si with empty eyes, shook his head and said, "A little mouse has quite a lot of luck, so he is not worthy of being a lucky star."

Then he turned to look at Luo Li. The hollow rock was shining with light, and his face was solemn.

"Pindao and fellow Taoist have a close relationship!"

"Meet Senior Xuanji and Junior Luo Li, who studied under Master Zhou."

Luo Li took out a piece of letter and said: "This junior came to Shunzhou to avenge his father. Master told me before leaving that I can seek help from my seniors."

Xuanji took the letter, but there was no word on the paper. He could figure out the cause and effect by counting with his fingers.

The Book of Changes has always blessed Tiangang Taoism to be upright and shadowless, and it also has the magical power of covering the sun to obscure the secrets of heaven. It also needs the opportunity of letters to deduce cause and effect.

"Luo...nephew, what do you need me to do?"

Xuanji called Luo Li his wise nephew, and he immediately felt refreshed. It was like having the real immortal brother as his backer, wouldn't he be able to dominate the world?

"Senior, please help me. Please hire a Yang Shen master to entangle the Shunzhou City God."

Luo Li said: "After the generals have solved all the sinister problems, we will join forces to surround and kill them."

The City God is different from the ordinary Yang Shen Zhenren. He can stay and go as he pleases, he is free and easy, and he can easily escape when faced with siege.

The power of incense and aspiration accelerates the god's practice and can greatly extend his life, but it also restricts the god's freedom.

Shunzhou City God cannot abandon the golden body in the temple, and cannot leave the City God's jurisdiction. He can only use the home field advantage to fight head-on.

"This is simple!"

Xuanji chuckled and agreed: "Pindao has a good friend who is a Qi practitioner. He has great magic power and hates demons the most. It is only fitting that the city god will suffer such a calamity!"

As he spoke, he calculated with his fingers, deducing when the City God's luck would be the lowest. It turned out that the City God was already shrouded in bad luck, and there would be a bloody disaster at any time.

"This wave... is the real immortal riding on the face!"

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The fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Lantern Festival.

The King of Yan ordered a grand celebration, inviting opera troupes, lion dance teams, and juggling troupes from nearby prefectures to have fun with the people.

At night.

The whole city of Yan was brightly lit, gongs and drums were loud, and the streets were crowded.

Many people spoke with accents that were obviously from other places, and even their clothes were no different from those in Shunzhou.

On weekdays, they might pay more attention to outsiders, but at this time, they were infected by the festive atmosphere and looked at outsiders more kindly.

In the crowd.

An old beggar in rags, holding a broken bowl, walked alone along the corner of the wall.

The old beggar's face was not dark, and the smell on his body was too strong, which attracted buzzing flies and pedestrians subconsciously stayed away.

Passing by a roast chicken stall, the old beggar smelled the fragrance and swallowed his saliva.

The stall owner was a short and fat middle-aged man. Seeing the old beggar's appearance, he showed a look of pity.

"Old man, do you want to eat the chicken butt?"

The old beggar raised the broken bowl and continued: "Eat, eat, eat! The butt of this chicken is the most delicious!"

The stall owner grabbed a handful of chicken butts and put them into the broken bowl. He found that it only took up the bottom of the bowl. He couldn't help but feel strange and grabbed another handful and put it in.

Until all the chicken butts and offal chopped off today were thrown into the bowl, and it was no longer full.

The stall owner's face turned pale, his legs trembled, and he didn't dare to run or shout.

He had only read two books in his life for more than 30 years, one was "The Story of the Punisher" and the other was "The Search for Monsters". He paid a neighborhood scholar to memorize them word by word.

It is recorded in "The Story of the Punisher" that mortals should not provoke immortals or monsters who are mixed in the secular world.

Immortals are not necessarily a blessing, and monsters are definitely a disaster.

"Delicious, delicious!"

The old beggar ate the chicken with great effort, licked his shiny lips, and said with a smile: "Yancheng is not peaceful today, don't stay any longer, go home early."

"Hey hey!"

The stall owner agreed subconsciously, and when he looked up again, the old beggar had disappeared.

Recalling what the old beggar said, it is better to believe it than not to believe it, so he quickly packed up the stall and ran home with the cart.

The old beggar came all the way to the outside of the City God Temple, and looked up to see the four words "Protect the territory and the people".

In the City God Temple, countless people burned incense and prayed, and many foreigners who came to watch the excitement also followed the crowd into the temple.

The old beggar was like a swimming fish, shuttling through the crowd and quickly mixed into the main hall of the City God Temple.

The main hall of the City God of a state is extremely spacious, and hundreds of people are not crowded in it.

There are also two side halls on the left and right, which respectively enshrine civil and military judges and gods of various departments. There are also people coming in and out, and it is very lively.

The old beggar squatted in the shadow of the corner and waited. He couldn't help but touch the storage bag in his arms. Although it was a little hot, the bag seemed to be smeared with glue and stuck to it.

"The old man has been cautious all his life, but in the end, he still bows down for a few grains of rice!"