Chapter 427: Zen monk blocks the city

When he heard the sound, Lao Ai's face suddenly changed. He casually snatched the ground. The ring knife that Monk Zangxin had just dropped off his hand turned into a green light and flew up. He was waiting to kill the children of the Min family who came to deliver the message outside the valley.

Wuqi pointed casually, and a gray spell came out of his hand, turning into a twisted gray gas like a human face shot out, hitting the sword in the waist, hitting the sword seven or eight feet away, and stabbing it on a pillar in the Buddhist temple. Wuqi smiled at Lao Ai and said, "This is the state of Buddhism. How can you let go of killing people?"

Lao Ai glared at his eyes and said with his neck in his mouth: "I am a Bodhisattva who kills life, and he specializes in killing to protect the righteous spirit of the world!"

Tsk, to protect the righteousness of the world with murder? Wuqi's neck was covered with sweat, and it was a pity that you Lao Ai said. He curled his lips and Wuqi's body moved. Eighteen demon puppets quietly walked out of Wuqi's body, turned into eighteen phantoms and flew down, integrating into the bodies of Sanle Zhenren, Huo Crow Taoist, and several other monks with the highest cultivation level. Squatting in the corner of the hall, Min Hua, Min'e, who saw all this clearly, was also exposed by Wuqi's drunk dragon fragrance and possessed by the demon puppet.

The terrifying sound of flesh and blood gnawing came from the possessed monks. Black smoke came out of their bodies. Soon, they opened their eyes and stood up. The people who stood up still looked like Sanle Zhenren and Fire Crow Taoist, but in fact, they had been replaced by the demon god puppet.

This is a partial secret magic technique in the Heroic God and Demon Fighting Heaven Art - the puppet possession and soul-snatching technique, which is possessed by the demon god puppet. All of this person's cultivation and energy are captured by the demon god puppet, and all their memories and knowledge are also received by the demon god puppet. That is, after the demon god puppet has passed through the heaven and turned into a demon fairy, Wuqi realized that they have such a secret technique.

Only the conditions for using this secret technique are a little more demanding, and it must be used by the other party without any resistance. However, with the Drunken Dragon Fragrance, Sanle Zhenren and his group are no different from dead people, and it is naturally easy to possess the demon puppet.

A few red magic flames flashed in his eyes. The Fire Crow Taoist casually pointed at the void. The fire gourd fell down and fell into his hands. The Fire Crow Taoist touched his empty fingers, laughed dryly, and stood behind Wuqi. Wuqi stuffed all the things in the two storage bracelets of the Fire Crow Taoist into the Black Dragon Spirit Ring, and then handed the empty storage bracelet to the Fire Crow Taoist.

Sanle Zhenren and other monks also retrieved their empty storage magic weapon from Wuqi. Apart from the flying sword magic weapon they used with them, they did not leave any more things on them. After all this, Sanle Zhenren coughed heavily: "What's the panic? What's the big deal? Isn't it just a few bald donkeys from Jinge Temple? The ancestor will go back now and deal with them well!"

Wuqi took out a few jade bottles of medicine powder and made a pinch of the antidote for the drunken dragon fragrance, and asked Sanle Zhenren to stuff some medicine under the nose of the unconscious monks, awakening all of them.

After a while, Sanle Zhenren showed off the majesty of the ancestor, explaining that Wuqi and others had been subdued by his great magic power, and everyone was willing to join the Min family in Ancheng to become subordinates of the Min family. Then Sanle Zhenren cursed at the at a loss of money, scolding them for being a group of waste. Why was the old monk Zangxin stunned by the roar of the lion and lost all the face of the Min family for no reason.

After doing this for a while, he let the matter go through. Wuqi had to return the storage bags and other things he had just snatched to the monks to these monks - just pretending that they were knocked out and fell into the Buddhist temple, and Wuqi had snatched them.

After a full quarter of an hour, together with a son of the Min family who had just come to report the news, a group of monks drove into the cloud group and rushed towards He'ancheng.

The old monk Zangxin had long been stunned by Wuqi's incredible methods, but in front of Lao Ai, a living Bodhisattva, Wu Qi was the benefactor who had just helped him to suddenly improve two realms. The old monk Zangxin kept his mouth and kept his weakness and thought nothing had happened. He left the young monk Shouxin in the Zen temple to manage those households, and he also diligently served Wu Qi and Lao Ai, heading straight to He'an City.

The valley where the Zen Temple is located is less than 500 miles away from He'an City. When Monk Jing'an was the city lord, he often came to Zangxin Chan Temple to discuss scriptures and treatises with Mr. Zangxin. Now Mr. Zangxin has had a great opportunity and has almost become a golden arhat in one step, but Monk Jing'an has already died and was beaten to death by the monks of the Great Lotte Palace.

Looking at the walls of He'an City from afar, the old monk Zangxin couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He'an City, the largest city within a radius of 100,000 miles, was the county government of the Yu Dynasty's "Anle County" a long time ago. Later, the immortal cultivation sect gradually eroded the foundation of Anle County, and the power of the Yu Dynasty's Human Emperor was gradually expelled. Now He'an City is an autonomous city.

The ancient and simple He'ancheng is surrounded by six waters, and six streamers-like green waters flow slowly through the surrounding He'ancheng, bringing fertile land and beautiful environment to He'ancheng. All the buildings in the city are extremely simple and heavy. More than 70% of the buildings are built with huge neatly carved boulders and logs embraced by several people. They are grand and grand, with a sense of unwavering thickness. The exquisite patterns and patterns on these buildings add a bit of spiritual energy to these buildings, making these buildings more energetic.

In addition to these buildings, about 30% of the buildings are extremely gorgeous and exquisite. The so-called magical techniques are everywhere among these buildings. Some buildings even spend a lot of money, using various magic arrays to hold them in the air, floating above the clouds hundreds of feet above the ground. The pavilions made of gold and jade are shining in the sun, forming a sharp contrast with those ancient and stable buildings.

These buildings were built by the city lords and immortal cultivators who had been in charge of He'ancheng after being held by the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

Today, He'an City is not only the economic center of Anle County, but also a trading place for the large and small immortal cultivators within a radius of millions of miles. Its status is just like Qingya Xianfang. There are more than one million mortals living in the city, and the total number of permanent and mobile immortal cultivators in the city is about tens of thousands.

When Wuqi and his group arrived near He'an City by clouds, they saw a tall monk sitting cross-legged at the gates of He'an City in four directions. In front of them, there was either a demon-subduing pestle, a wooden stick, a bowl, or a wooden fish. Several things emitted a faint golden light, turning into a faint golden light from the four directions of southeast, west and north, completely covering the entire city.

This golden light seemed extremely thin, but it was extremely flexible. Several monks in the city used sword light magic weapons to attack the golden light, but were caused by the power of shock to vomit blood. A large group of monks flew in the air blankly, watching the golden light making a sound. People who wanted to enter the city outside the city would not be obstructed by the golden light, and those who wanted to leave the city, regardless of the mortal monk, would be blocked by the golden light at the gate of the city.

Next to the four monks, they placed a large water tank that could hold more than a thousand kilograms of water. The water tank was placed in the golden light. From time to time, some mortals threw some gold particles, silver ingots, copper coins, and even steamed buns, buns, oil cakes and other foods into the water tank. They walked out of the city without any obstacles.

One of the monks gained the most. In his big water tank, half a tank of gold, silver, copper coins and various foods were already stored. Wuqi even saw two braised pig heads lying in the water tank with a smile on their faces. I don’t know which wonderful man threw them into the water tank.

The Sanle Zhenren did not move, and the Fire Crow Taoist did not move, but the four monks looked here dozens of miles at the same time.

A loud bell-like Buddha's name sounded, and the four monks shouted together: "I am a guardian monk from the mountain gate of Jinge Temple. Today, I came to Ancheng to beg for alms and recast the Buddha's golden body from all the fellow Taoists. I also asked you to donate generously, and you will bet on the bride of the bride of the bride, and you will be rewarded with great merit!"

Wuqi had already adjusted his face slightly. He looked at the four monks and shouted, "Didn't the four masters come for the Yuta Temple?"

Wuqi asked this clearly. How could the monks from Jinge Temple suddenly blocked the gate of He'ancheng? How could it be that they were not for the Yuta Temple? Not only Yuta Temple, but also the gate was blocked by the guests of Qiao Niang Niang of the Great Lotte Palace. The masters in the temple were unable to go out, which led to the Yuta Temple being blood-scrapped by the Great Lotte Palace. Jinge Temple felt resentment in his heart, so after Sanle Zhenren took over the position of the city lord, he came to the door to cause trouble.

Perhaps the people behind Daletian Palace had too strong cultivation, and Jinge Temple was unwilling to really get rid of the face with Daletian Palace, so these four monks just blocked the city gate and did not directly enter. But then again, what is the difference between doing this like these four monks and directly bullying the door of Daletian Palace? But they did not use violent means. If Daletian Palace reacted excessively, it would be possible that Jinge Temple would take the opportunity to attack.

After all, several of Qiao Niang-seok’s friends only blocked the gate of Kinkaku Temple, rather than helped her destroy Kinkaku Temple. Obviously, either Qiao Niang-seok was not enough to make her mistress sacrifice like this, or even the backing of Kinkaku Temple backstage was tough enough. Now Jin-seok is posing as deliberately disgusting people, just to see the reaction of Da Lotte Palace!

After pondering for a moment, Wuqi asked with a smile: "He Ancheng, the current city lord Sanle, is here. How many masters, I wonder if we can enter the city?"

A great monk looked at Sanle Zhenren deeply and nodded, "Can you go in, can you leave the city? You have to make a connection with my Buddhist sect!"

Wuqi thought, and Sanle Zhenren suddenly sneered: "Everyone comes in with the real person. Humph, what are the few bald donkeys? Go to the city first and then argue with them!"

The group of people drove the clouds and indeed easily broke through the golden light barrier and entered the city.

The four monks glanced at the old monk Zangxin, and were surprised at why there were monks among Wuqi and his group. But they obviously didn't know Mr. Zangxin. They just wrote down Zangxin's face and let him enter the city. There were countless monks and Taoists in Pangu mainland, and it was natural that Sanle Zhenren had a few friends who were monks.

As soon as they entered the city, a group of cultivators with cultivation ranging from the early stage of the Nascent Soul to the early stage of the Golden Pill rushed up anxiously.

Among them, the white-clothed Xiushi, who had the highest cultivation level, pointed to Sanle Zhenren and shouted loudly: "Sanle, no matter how hard your Daletian Palace is to delay our affairs, it will not be possible. Several elders of this sect came here to inspect and were blocked by these monks in the city. This is the grudge between your Daletian Palace and Jinge Temple. Don't involve us!"

Looking up at the sun shadow, the white-clothed Xiushi was angry: "Give you a quarter of an hour. If the elders of this sect cannot leave the city, then all the shops in this sect will be transferred to Helecheng, so that you can collect taxes and those mortals! "
Chapter completed!