Chapter 261 Half Roast Chicken, Weird, Puppet, Dragon King Cult

"It's over, it's all over."

The citizens of Blackwater Town looked at the completely destroyed Dragon King Temple with despair in their eyes.

Amidst the flying sawdust, Yi Chen stood quietly with his eyes fixed. After waiting for a cup of tea, nothing happened.

Feeling that he would look stupid if he continued to wait, Yi Chen finally moved. His momentum suddenly subsided. He no longer suppressed the townspeople around him, but spoke out: "Where is your Dragon King?"

"The poor Taoist has demolished all his temples, but he doesn't show up yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stubborn young man who was lying on the ground suddenly had his eyes split open and said angrily: "Master Taoist, you are going to kill me in Heishui Town, I..."

"If you say another half word, I will turn around and walk away, thousands of miles away. When the time comes, our Dragon King will not be able to find me. I will vent my anger on you. Don't blame me for not following the rules." Yi Chenhao He interrupted the young man rudely.

Things are not static. We must look at problems with a perspective of development and movement.

And conflicts will also divide and shift.

In the previous life, Yi Chen was familiar with the classics, and then practiced them backwards. After cutting the leeks, others even praised him, so knowledge is power!

As a Taoist priest who is well versed in human nature, his words quickly made the young man lose his voice, because the young man next to him quickly covered his mouth, fearing that he would say more.

The young man struggled for a few times, and after realizing that more and more townspeople were giving him warning glances, he suddenly became quiet.

This is the art of transformation of contradictions.

For example, the more than ninety genders of Yingjiang, looking at the essence through the phenomenon, are just the skin-changing of this art.

Yi Chen couldn't always frighten the townspeople with his spirit. After a long time, the old and the weak couldn't stand it, but he didn't want to be pointed at and scolded, so he resorted to some low-level methods.

The effect was very good. At this time, the townspeople had mixed expressions. Some hoped that he would die to calm the Dragon King's anger, while others hoped that he would live to lift the heavy shackles that countless people near the Blackwater River had carried for hundreds of years.

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At night, in an old tile-roofed house in Heishui Town.

Xiu Niang knocked on Yi Chen's door with half a roast chicken, and to her left was a young boy with smooth hair, except for a small patch of duck egg-sized hair on his forehead.

"Taoist Priest, Heishui Town is poor and there are no good things. Use it slowly." Xiu Niang, who was rescued by Yi Chen, looked ashamed and seemed a little embarrassed, while the child beside her held her tightly. Hand, looked at the roast chicken in the bowl and swallowed hard.

"Is this your brother?" Yi Chen smiled and put the big ceramic bowl filled with roasted chicken on the table. He looked at the child sniffing from time to time, and couldn't help but think of Duck Egg, the man who was so lucky that he obtained the Mystery of Good Fortune. Yuan Guo’s little guy.

It's a pity that his luck was so poor, his body's vitality was severely overdrawn, and in the end the medicine failed.

"Yes, I would like to thank the Taoist Priest for saving my life. The little guy is closest to me and will not let go if he insists on coming with me." Xiuniang said with a smile.

"Here, little guy, let's get some chicken drumsticks." Yi Chen tore off a drumstick with his free hand and handed it to Zhizi, "Brother, I shouted, this plate of roasted chicken is all yours."

Yi Chen loves to tell the truth. The roast chicken is not cooked well and he really doesn't like to eat it.

"No, I won't eat it. Dao eldest brother saved my sister. I killed her specially for Dao eldest brother to eat."

"I've already had dinner, and I ate three eggs tonight!"

The little guy flexed his fingers, then stretched out two fingers decisively, and with difficulty he moved his eyes away from the roast chicken.

"…" More like a duck egg.

"Xiu Niang, it's not good for children to eat so many eggs at night. They should eat something else." After thinking about it for a while, Yi Chen persuaded her.

After hearing Yi Chen's words, Xiu Niang waved her hands repeatedly:

"How can I eat like this every day? Today is my brother's birthday. The old hen I just killed had two chicken eggs inside. My mother boiled an egg for him. How can I eat like this on a regular basis?"

"It's good if I can eat one every half month, otherwise my family won't have the money to teach the Dragon King how to respect the year."

As soon as he said this, the smile on Yi Chen's face suddenly stiffened.

He looked at Xiu Niang's rough hands and the Jingchai cloth skirt she was wearing, and he suddenly understood that Heishui Town was probably even poorer than he thought. Today was just a day to sacrifice to the Dragon King, and the townspeople were all Wearing his best clothes made him subconsciously ignore the poverty in Blackwater Town.

This is still the mayor's house. No matter how selfless it is, at least it will not be lower than the average living standard of the people in the town.

After tearing off two chicken legs, Yi Chen forcibly put them into the hands of Xiu Niang and Zhi Zi.

"One stick per person, no refusal allowed."

"I understand your poor intentions. If anything happens tonight, don't leave the room."

"If you find anything wrong, shout for help. Pindao will arrive immediately and will be able to protect you."

At Yi Chen's insistence, Xiuniang and Zhizi left with the chicken legs.

The door slowly closed, only the flame of an oil lamp kept beating, and the light and shadow rendered Yi Chen's face golden.

Along the Blackwater River, there are thousands of acres of fertile soil and rich fishery resources.

If a person only eats and does not gain weight, he must have parasites in his stomach.

Yi Chen sat at the table, slowly tore the half of the roasted chicken into strips without the chicken legs, and then sighed.

"Since I've eaten your roast chicken, Pindao should try to eat more."

"This Dragon King, Pindao will definitely catch him and do it."

The mayor's family in Blackwater Town is like this, and ordinary families will only be worse off.

Man is a very strange animal. When faced with death and tragedy, even a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand deaths are nothing more than a set of numbers.

And if you come into contact with the individuals behind the numbers and understand their lives, their joys and sorrows, even if the number is just one, people will feel sorry for themselves.

The Black Evil Dragon King, no matter how deep he hides or what secrets he has in this matter, Yi Chen must kill him.

At most he could just use a little more effort.

Time passed by, and the night in Blackwater Town was as quiet as a chicken.

Yi Chen is waiting for the Dragon King like waiting for Godot.

He held the brush in his hand and began to write furiously with his balls aching.

"Autumn is coming in the bitter and barren soil"

"Golden millet sweats endlessly"

"How can you help the Dragon King pay tribute every year?"

"Half-raw grain porridge"

"Zhuo, where is the Dragon King?"

The second night.

After taking a few deep breaths, Yi Chen continued to write quickly.

"Don't worry, let the bullets fly for a while."

At this time, he was already a little irritable. If the Dragon King didn't come again, he would have to think of other means.

For example, one of his conservative plans was to promote the Dragon King Temple in each town along the Blackwater River.

At this moment, his ears suddenly twitched, and Yi Chen couldn't help but reveal a look of joy on his face.

"There's movement."

Movement is a good thing, but what Yi Chen fears most is lack of movement. He doesn't have much time to play the wait-and-see game.

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A gust of wind blew across the ground, and there was a sudden sound of howling ghosts and wolves.

In a small forest less than ten miles away from Blackwater Town, a black boot trampled the grass and trees, and the light green plant juice immediately stained the white gravel on the ground.

A man with dreadlocks, triangular eyes, and a white mourning stick was sneaking into the woods like a ghost in the night.

After some investigation, Puppet Shiren cleverly inserted the four formation flags into four directions in the woods. Suddenly, his body and aura slowly weakened, blending with the surrounding environment.

After doing all this, Puppet Shiren couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Carefully steer the ship of ten thousand years. He, Shiren, has climbed all the way to his current position in the Dragon King Sect. Many of his disciples who are more talented than him have died, but he is down-to-earth and has cultivated to the realm of real people step by step. He relies on The word caution.

After receiving information from the sect, another blind practitioner came to challenge the majesty of the Dragon King Sect. It was said that his cultivation was not bad, so the sect sent him to investigate this person's background.

If one's cultivation is shallow, the only way is to kill.

If your cultivation is strong, just go back and report.

After doing all this carefully, Pu Shiren took out a piece of oil paper with the luster of human skin and began to make seals with his hands. After sighing at the oil paper, a strange young girl with no facial features appeared in front of her. land.

Putting his fingers into his mouth and biting the fingertips cruelly, Puppet Shiren began to smear on the strange girl's face, painting the young girl's facial features.

Finished painting.

The strange girl's eyes began to glow with a strange red light, and the perspective of the strange girl also appeared in Puppet Shiren's eyes.

This is his method of puppeting Shiren.

There has been a lot of noise recently, and the situation is unclear. At the worst, he will lose a female figure, and he is not willing to be personally involved in the risk.

At midnight, a strange painted-skinned girl began to stalk the land, heading towards Blackwater Town.

Just after the strange girl entered Blackwater Town, Puppet Shiren suddenly felt a strong wind coming, and a hand as big as a cattail leaf enlarged in the strange girl's eyes.

Click.

A flash of white light circulated, Puppet Shiren's eyes suddenly went dark, and the carefully sacrificed female puppet immediately turned into ashes.

"No, this is a master. You must go back and report to the leader."

"Fortunately, I was careful and didn't go rashly."

"As expected of me."

Pupushi Ren looked shocked and wanted to escape.

Just when he removed the formation flag, a tall Taoist figure was already outside with his back to him.

"You little bastard, you're pretty good at hiding."

"Pindao is finally waiting for you."

A cold and stern voice struck, causing the trees to shudder and fall.

There will be another chapter later. The plot of Dragon King is actually quite interesting. It seems that no one has guessed it.

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