As the first of the number and scale of many temples in the world, the Jinkui Temple is free of a strict system of self-operation. As the holy mountain of Jinkui Temple, Jinkui Mountain is naturally considered a top priority.

In fact, as early as a month ago, the highest priest of the Golden Chamber Temple had already felt a strange aura.

Due to frequent disasters in various countries around the world and continuous natural disasters and man-made disasters, the Jinkui Temples in various places have been affected to a certain extent to a greater or lesser extent.

The most important thing is that the spread of "disease energy" is becoming more and more serious, such as spasms, dampness, lily disease, fox disease, yin and yang poison, malaria, stroke, blood numbness, deficiency, lung abscess, coughing, rushing pig qi, plague, etc., spreading the world, which seriously threatens the safety of the Jinkui Temple.

As the Jinkui Temple that suppresses the "sick energy" in the world, its prosperity is linked to the number of many "sick energy" in the world, and it covers the practice of many temple priests, and is closely related to the phenomenon of "sick energy".

But since more than a month ago, the Jinkui Temple has discovered that someone secretly used disasters to fuel the fire, and even secretly urged the "sickness" to grow, intentionally breeding the "epidemic demon"!

On the sixth day of the third month, the Supreme Priest of the Jinkui Temple will issue an order to call on all "doctor-level" priests to join the world to kill demons!

For a moment, a battle between creatures and "diseases" began to slowly begin the whole world!

At the same time, in a village more than 300 miles southeast of the capital of the country of the Gate, a bald man with a thumb size, red lips and white teeth, like a child, had a red face and a drunken teacup, and then fell into a teacup shakingly.

The big bald head was a little embarrassed. He glared at Zhitao, whose face was red, then folded his hands helplessly and said apologetically to the owner here: "Sorry, Zhitao's teacup will definitely be compensated."

"Not hindering! No hindering! Haha, haha..."

The middle-aged man with a rich face tried hard to show off his appearance, but his eyes frequently looked at Zhitao, the size of his thumb, but he didn't feel much cunning, just a little surprised!

After all, this gadget is a bit weird and cute!

"Oh, by the way, I wonder where you are doing temple practice, priest? Is that god worshipped?"

The middle-aged man was a wealthy family in the village and the largest landlord in a radius of dozens of miles. When he saw the emperor wearing a pitch-black robe of the priest, he felt that this person was not like an ordinary person, especially when he drank wine, broke the teacup, and revealed his true body. He became more convinced that the emperor was likely to be a temple priest who worshiped the gods!

After all, that magical gadget cannot be fake!

This priest has great skills!

Sure enough, the big bald nodded and said with a serious expression: "I am the temple blessing of the Jinkui Temple, and the gods who are worshipped are naturally the Jinkui God... Well, there is also the Lord of the Gods! This time I entered the world, I responded to the call of the temple and entered the world to kill the plague demons!"

"All, the Lord of Gods?" But the landlord's attention was obviously not on the purpose of the bald man. He might be thinking that this Lord of Gods and other things sounded very powerful.

"Prince! Priest!" The fat landlord thought for a while, then paused, quickly folded his hands together, and tentatively said with respect and hope: "I don't know, can you please ask for an statue of the Lord of the Gods to place it in the shrine of the ancestral hall to worship it! Ah... priest, don't worry, this rule, I understand! I understand! You must be indispensable!"

He blinked his eyes with a greasy face, and even showed a charming smile at the Supreme Court.

First: "..."

Well, although he supported a lot of food disaster relief because he had supported the supreme promise to believe in the Lord of the Gods, from the bottom of his heart, he was a hardcore believer in the Golden Chamber after all, so he couldn't help but want to fight for the gods.

"Why don't you invite the statue of the Golden Chamber God to worship? After all, the Golden Chamber God is..."

"Oh, the golden cabin god sounds like there is no power in the Lord of the Gods!" The big landlord's cheeks were piled up, and he said with a smile: "The Lord of the Gods, the Lord of the Gods, sounds like a powerful god! The Golden Cabin is not good, there is no momentum at all. Maybe the Golden Cabin, such as Laozi, must be under the control of the Lord of the Gods!"

First: "..."

He couldn't help swallowing and wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start!

How could he know if the Lord of the Gods should be in charge of the Golden Chamber?

Also, do you have to tell the other party that I was just a monk halfway through and didn’t even know what kind of melon skin the Lord of the Gods looks like?

Finally, Xu Shang could only twitch the corners of his mouth, and then asked the other party to provide a piece of high-end wood, and personally carved a divine card that recorded the complete title of the Lord of the Gods!

But even so, the fat landlord also arched the magic card with satisfaction and stuffed it to at least seven or eight pieces of paper money with ten gold shields!

His forehead couldn't help but jump!

This big dog!

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At the beginning, the country of the sect believed in the God of Futu, and the god of Jinkui was not actually popular in the country of the sect.

With the changes in the country of the Sect, the God of the Buddha became a thing of the past. Even the government of the Sect was led by the original state after the Fengshan War. Naturally, the so-called phenomenon of believing in the gods seemed to be somewhat taboo.

Foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures.

For a time, all kinds of messy gods and temples also took root and evolved in the country of the gate.

Well, although this wealthy family obviously is not interested in the Golden Chamber God, it is okay to believe in the Lord of the Gods. After all, judging from the doctrine of supreme contact, the Lord of the Gods should not be an evil god, at least much better than those foreign cows and horses!

I only stayed at the rich house for one night, but the next morning, Shi Shang planned to leave.

After all, he responded to the call of the Jinkui Temple and joined the world to kill the "epidemic demon". The village looks simple and simple, and even several major disasters have not been affected. It is obvious that there is no "epidemic demon" affecting it.

"The owner of Yeli Manor, no need to give it away!"

"I want it!" The landlord also took out a package and pushed it to the Supreme: "I mean, I mean! I don't respect, I don't respect!"

The supreme one refuses but can only accept it.

In fact, it is not a valuable thing. Most of them are essential items such as clothing and food.

He took the package, raised his head, and looked at the hunching sky.

It was covered with clouds, and even the surroundings were filled with fog, and the air was very humid.

The owner and his servants obviously discovered the weather today and seemed not suitable to travel.

"Prince, why don't you stay for two more days? I want to have a long talk with you!" the fat man persuaded.

But Supreme Master shook his head: "Send you thousands of miles away, and there will be a farewell. The owner of the manor, say goodbye!"

After all, he is a bald man with ideals, and he still wants to save the people from the fire and water!

He turned around and left with the little man Zhitao, but after walking for a few miles, he realized that something seemed to be wrong with the air around him.

After all, he is an extraordinary person who is proficient in geographies of geographies. He is an extremely special existence in the field of mountains, rivers and geography. He keenly noticed that the entire void was stacked and it seemed that some kind of force was projected into the real world, as if he was constantly interfering with the surrounding mountains, rivers and terrain.

After observing for a while, I couldn't help but frown.

He tightened his backpack, then looked for one, and the Qi Ji walked over in a direction that was less oppressive.

Half an hour later, in the misty environment, Su Shang suddenly saw a tall and majestic ancient city gate.

His expression changed.

Because he walked this road more than once, there was no such city gate nearby, let alone the huge city that was faintly visible behind the city gate!

Supremely, he turned around decisively and changed direction again.

The body entered the fog, and after half an hour, the color changed again on it. Gu Fu

Because the city gate in front of him still came into his wide eyes.

After trying several times, I found that I could not get rid of this strange city gate at all. No matter which direction he was heading towards, as long as he continued, he would definitely touch this city that was following him!

Since I can't hide, I can only take the risk to go in and take a look.

Thinking of this, Supreme He hesitated for a moment, then he pinched a jade plaque, then came to the city gate step by step, and looked up at several huge mysterious words carved by the iron-painted silver hook on the city gate.

——Tokyo Bianliang!

Um?

What is the special meaning of this name?

Supreme Shou frowned, but silently wrote down the name in his heart, and then walked into the city gate that seemed to be unguarded without a word.

But after entering the city gate, the scene that caught my eyes was not the imagined ghostly spirit, nor the expected ghostly spirit, but a unique worldly painting!

Under the city tower, the groom gate was driving more than a dozen livestock, and there were also a large number of pack husbands on the side, slowly walking towards the stone bridge in the southeast corner.

Under the bridge is a river, with chickens and ducks playing on the shore, and a few goats eating water plants leisurely.

At one end of the stone bridge is a crowded tea stall, with at least a dozen men of different ages wearing coarse cloth short clothes saying this to each other.

From time to time, a man looked at the opposite side of the river, and on the flower boat that was drifting with the flowing waves, his graceful figure and full figure.

Occasionally, there are pleasant sounds of pipa and strings coming, and they are accompanied by a minor opera tune of female elegant speech that has never been heard before.

"In the past, people lie down for a while, and their careers and careers are everywhere in their lives. When they are awakened, they still realize that they are dreaming. Therefore, they are called: Huangliang Dream, the richness of cities, ponds, gardens, and the prosperity of customs and figures. Keep them as always as the past, and remembering the past is almost like a dream..."

Dream of yellow beams?

A dream of yellow beams?

Supreme is shocked in vain!

He could understand that this was a profound ancient text.

It is obvious that the text content involved here is likely to be related to the origin of a certain existence!

He didn't dare to continue listening because he was afraid of being contaminated by some strange consciousness without consciousness.

However, the scene in front of you seems too real. Whether it is the characters' every smile or smile, or every detail between the market, it seems to be real.

Walking in this ancient city, he suddenly discovered that the scale of this ancient city was even above his imagination, and the endless stream of merchants, pawns, hawkers, yamen runners, singing girls, women, etc. were all like living real people, showing them in front of him in different expressions.

Even if you just make a rough estimate, you know that the population of this ancient city was at least one million.

Is such a huge scale really fake?

But who is the sacred person who has such great power to create a city that is almost fake?

Even a demigod he had met, even the great king of the Golden Chamber Temple, could not do this!
To be continued...