Chapter 278 Shinto and Demonic Cultivation

A murder happened again, and the group of people had no clue.

At this time, Nan Fubo said:

"Let's go find someone, he must know the clues."

Bai Yu asked curiously:

"Who is it? Could there be other monks here?"

Nan Fubo said: "The city god of the prefecture!"

"City God?"

Nan Fubo explained:

"Junior Master grew up in Dali, and may not be very clear about the affairs of Songming Kingdom."

"There is a way of incense and fire here, and the gods of incense and fire are most sensitive to what happens within their own territory."

Bai Yu suddenly realized.

The way of incense and fire is something that has never existed in Dali Kingdom.

Just like Uncle Jiu, although he is supported by the people, he cannot really become a god.

As they were talking, the group arrived at the City God Temple.

The City God Temple is not big and looks a bit dilapidated.

But early in the morning, many people came here to burn incense and pray for blessings.

Everyone entered the inner courtyard and saw a statue of the City God that was as tall as a person.

This City God was wearing iron armor and holding a bow and arrow on his waist, but he was dressed like a military officer.

Nan Fubo took out a Five Thunder Order and chanted a spell.

"Little Lei Guan Nan Fubo, summon the City God of Xizhou City."

Strangely enough, the statue in front of him emitted bursts of light.

A faint figure walked out of the statue.

"Little God Xizhou City God Yan Xiong, meet several immortals."

Bai Yu was very interested. This Xizhou City God looked like a soul body, which was not much different from a ghost.

Perhaps a special ghost cultivator?

Judging from the aura on his body, his strength might be around the late stage of Qi Refining.

However, the cloud of luck above his head was red, which should be the strength of foundation building.

Nan Fubo said:

"General Yan, I told you yesterday to secretly monitor the movements in the city."

"A murder really happened last night. Do you have any news?"

The City God Yan Xiong looked embarrassed and said:

"To answer the immortals, I didn't rest all night last night, but I really didn't find any clues."

"These monsters are really tricky, otherwise I wouldn't ask the immortals to come."

Nan Fubo's face froze.

He never thought that he had laid two back-up plans last night, but none of them worked.

Even the City God didn't find any trace of the murderer.

On the other hand, Bai Yu, who was standing aside, looked at the somewhat gray statue and thought about something.

This City God, perhaps, didn't want Bai Yu and others to find the enemy.

In his previous life, there was a saying in his hometown:

"Gods are not effective without ghosts."

This sentence has two meanings.

First, the righteous gods also need to gather mountain spirits and ghosts as their soldiers, so that they can do things more conveniently and be effective.

The second meaning is that if there are no ghosts and monsters making trouble, the people will not worship the gods every day.

If the gods are not popular, they will not be effective.

For the City God of Xizhou City, the strange things that happened in Xizhou made his incense more popular.

Bai Yu stepped forward and said lightly:

"As the City God, you are supported by all directions, but you can't protect the people."

"Even so many caesarean sections have happened in recent days, and you don't even have a clue?"

"I will go back to Jindu City in the future and explain this to King Songming."

He showed the green jade certificate of the third-class auxiliary state true monarch.

Since the City God follows the way of gods, he must collect incense and faith.

This is the weakness.

Once the king declares that he is a lewd worshiper, it will have a devastating impact on the City God.

Of course, Bai Yu and King Songming are not familiar with each other.

But it can still be used to deceive people.

"General Yan, think carefully, has there been anything unusual in the city these days?"

City God Yan Xiong pondered:

"Report to the immortals, my strength is low, and I really don't know the clues of the thieves."

"But if you have to say it's unusual, there is a dilapidated temple on the Wolf Head Mountain outside the south city. It seems a bit strange. I have felt a dangerous atmosphere in it several times."

Sure enough, after being deceived by Bai Yu, the city god told the truth.

After hearing this, everyone rushed to the dilapidated temple in the south of the city.

As soon as he approached the dilapidated temple, Bai Yu felt a cold breath, which was exactly the same as the bloody breath he felt on the deceased Zhao Xiaoni.

Above the dilapidated temple, there was a faint black air entangled.

The four looked at each other and felt that the dilapidated temple was unusual.

Nan Fubo gave an order and ordered eight Qi Refining Iron Guards to hold the formation flags and set up a large formation to surround the dilapidated temple.

Master Fa'an released several bronze arhats and manipulated them to attack the dilapidated temple first.

A group of bats flew out of the ruined temple.

Everyone jumped into the ruined temple, but found that it was already empty.

After searching for a while, they found a secret room.

In the secret room, there was a blood pool full of smelly blood.

Near the inside, there was a statue with three heads and eight arms.

But the body of the statue was covered with cinnabar and talismans for sealing, and the eight arms were wrapped with chains.

And the three heads were also covered with talismans, covering the eyes of the statue.

Nan Fubo said:

"It seems that it is a demon cultivator. Only demon cultivators will worship this kind of demon statue."

"They want to use the power of the demon, but don't want to be infected by the demon, so they use talismans to seal the demon statue."

Bai Yu nodded slightly.

He had heard that the path of demon cultivation was like walking on the edge of a knife.

Because demons and demonic energy represent chaos and madness.

If the demon cultivators are not careful, their temperament will change drastically, and even their intelligence will drop drastically, turning them into madmen who only know how to kill.

Bai Yu stepped forward, wiped a little incense ash from the altar and smelled it.

"The incense ash still has the smell of sandalwood, at least it was burned within a day."

Nan Fubo said:

"Master Junior, do you mean that the demon cultivators just left not long ago?"

Bai Yu nodded:

"Yes, within a day, or even before and after."

"So much so that they didn't even have time to take the demon statue away."

The crowd searched the area near the mountain again, but still found nothing.

This group of demon cultivators seemed to have disappeared directly, without leaving any breath.

The crowd had no choice but to destroy the ruined temple and go back home.

Halfway through, Bai Yu's brain was working fast, and he had a question in his mind.

How did the demon cultivators know that they would go to Wolf Head Mountain?

Moreover, how did they avoid the search of Jinglong Ding, sometimes in the east and sometimes in the west?

Is there an insider?

Or have they been monitored from the beginning?

Thinking of this, Bai Yu had an idea in his mind.

When he returned to his place of residence, he suddenly said:

"I am so tired today. I will not go with you tomorrow. I will go alone. If you find the demon cultivator, please inform me."

Nan Fubo and others looked at each other in surprise.

After only two days of investigation, Bai Yu was going to give up?

However, they did not dare to object.

In terms of seniority, Bai Yu was Nan Fubo's uncle, so Nan Fubo could not speak.

As for Master Yin and Master Fa'an, it was even more difficult to say anything.

They were disciples of Leiyang Shangzong, and they were naturally superior.

Nan Fubo could not object, so he said:

"Then let Ding San run errands with the uncle, and the uncle can tell him if there is anything."

He thought to himself that maybe the uncle wanted to search alone.

The next day, Bai Yu went out early in the morning.

Nan Fubo nodded secretly, it seemed that the young uncle still wanted to do serious work.

In the morning, Nan Fubo and his men led the soldiers to search every house.

At this time, Ding San sent back a message:

"Brother Nan, Senior Bai went to the brothel."