If the temple had not resisted, Wei Yuan's head would have been cut off. When life and death were at stake, he remembered that there was an imperial deity talisman available. He was in a hurry to fully activate the remaining incense and thought power in his body. Then the imperial deity talisman broke out and evolved into a temple in the void again.

However, the light above the temple was shaking, and it was barely maintained.

Wei Yuan and other temples were sacrificed, but they did not dare to delay at all. They immediately shouted: "Listen to the people of Wanshan Prefecture, I am the city god of the city. Recently, a benefactor outside the city had a charity god set up a temple for the evil sacrifice to the world to deceive the world and steal the incense and mind power. I heard that I wanted to return the peace and land of Wanshan Prefecture to rule, and I led five hundred troops to destroy it. You may wish to use the incense and mind power to kill this clan."

Although his voice was dull, it merged with a trace of divine laws, instantly penetrated the divine realm, turned into thousands of divine thoughts, and passed into the Wanshan Prefecture City.

Wei Yuan was outside the City God's Divine Realm and could not borrow incense from afar. At this moment, he forced his prayer to use the remaining divine thoughts of the city gods of Wanshan Mansion in the imperial talisman.

Before the Taoist Dharma appeared, several city gods in Wanshan Prefecture expanded the divine realm to one prefecture and eight counties, and left a divine imprint in the imperial talisman. After these divine thoughts were aroused, they felt that the city god was in danger, so they automatically blessed, allowing Wei Yuan to temporarily use the power of secular incense and thoughts for himself.

However, when the sound came out, the mark completely dissipated. At the same time, the resentment on Wei Yuan's head increased by two points, and it was pitch black. The temple was close to collapse, showing several cracks.

Humanity is determined by the hearts of millions of people, and the hearts of the secular people are a very strange thing. You may not care about Taoist temples in normal times, but when it comes to a critical moment, it seems very important.

As early as when Wei Yuan shouted his first prayer, the brothers Xuanfa had already sensed it.

At this moment, they were extremely eager to find that the people in the city could answer "will" and use the incense to help Wei Yuan escape from the difficulties.

But after no one answered for a long time, their faces began to turn pale.

It can be seen that the luck above the City God Temple has begun to dissipate, and the resentment has expanded rapidly, and now it has occupied most of it.

This shows that the City God may fall from the throne at any time.

"Hurry, let's go to the Engong Temple outside the city." In desperation, Xuan Shang had no better way at all. He just wanted to quickly drive out of the city and help Wei Yuan with his help.

Unfortunately, it's too late for him to do these things now.

"No, go to Wanshan Prefecture and let the prefect sacrifice to the city god." Xuanfa shouted and rushed twenty or thirty feet away.

They had no idea where the benefactor and evil god is now, and they had to use secret techniques to search. This has been too late and it is too late.

Only by entering the government office and letting the prefect sacrifice to the city god at night. The prefect is an official body, closely connected with humanity, and can borrow some humanity merits from it.

Most of the people of Wanshan Prefecture heard such calls in their sleep. Many people woke up and looked up at the distance in surprise, but no one answered.

This prayer consumed most of the remaining incense talisman. For a moment, Wei Yuan's divine position was unstable, and his soul became dazed, as if the death knives were ringing, and his brain was buzzing.

He was very unwilling to accept his position as a god for only half a year, and he had not had time to wait until the true dragon stood up and enjoyed his new fortune.

"This sound is..." An old man with long beard sat up from the bed and lit the oil lamp in the room. He felt that the sound he had just heard was very familiar, and he seemed to have experienced similar scenes before.

When was it? The old man frowned slightly and recalled carefully.

The sound was long and completely covered in memory. The old man experienced too many things in his life and could not recall them for a while.

"Dad" saw the lights in the house, and the middle-aged man outside the door hurriedly asked, "Are you awake?"

"Well, boss, have you heard any sound?"

"What sound, no," the middle-aged man shook his head.

"Oh, that's why I was in a daze. I just had a strange dream and actually dreamed of the City God..." The old man pounded his head and said, "When people are old, they often dream randomly."

"Dad, you also dreamed of the City God," exclaimed in the middle-aged man.

Before the old man could answer, the second voice came to his mind again. The voice was hoarse and with a hint of pleading: "I am the city god of the palace. Recently, there was a benefactor and evil god. You may wish to use the power of incense and thoughts to kill this clerk."

"Dad, have you heard that? It's the City God again. I want to borrow the incense and think of the power of incense. How do you think of the power of incense?" the middle-aged man shouted quickly.

"I remembered it." The old man suddenly turned over from the bed and fell to the ground, "Dushui He Bo, that is, Dushui He Bo... Decades ago, Dushui He Bo also asked this... We did not answer, but he was cast from the altar by the Taoist temple.

The old man completely remembered what happened when he was young. One night he had a strange dream. In the dream, He Bo stood on the waves and spoke up to everyone to borrow the power of incense and thoughts. At that time, many people in Wanshan Prefecture City just thought they were dreaming and didn't care at all.

Later, shortly after He Bo was defeated from the throne, they listened to Taoist priest You Fang. He Bo fought with Taoists at that time, but because he was very capable of dealing with the method and could not resist, he had to borrow the power of incense and thoughts from his believers for his own use.

If you are willing to use incense to help the other party, you only need to sincerely answer the word "will".

After so many years, the old man finally heard a similar voice again, but this time it was replaced by the City God Spirit.

There are many people like the old man who have experienced the incident of Dushuihebo. At this moment, the city god's cry calls to remind them of the memories hidden in their hearts.

However, no one is willing to speak up for a long time.

"Dad, the City God wants to kill the evil god. Are we now answering 'I'm willing,'" the middle-aged man hurriedly said after listening to the old man's story.

"Slowly," the old man shook his head, "Boss, do you remember more than a year ago, Dushui Hebo led the river gods to flood Wanshan Mansion... At that time, the Taoist mortal was caused by it, otherwise the Heman would not do that. This city god was sealed by the Taoist mortal, and he was only at the mercy of the Taoist mortal. He usually did not care about the affairs. Now the Wanshan Mansion is haunted everywhere, and the City God sent people to clean up..."

"Then we won't agree?" the middle-aged man hesitated.

"Wait, see how everyone does it"

Like the old man and his son, there were many people watching like this. Most of them remembered the old story of Dushui Shuijun leading the people to drown the city. When Dushui Shuijun was dying, they remembered the shouts of cursing the Taoist temple. They thought that if the Taoist temple had not done anything wrong, they would not have drowned so many people later.

Originally, when Wei Yuan gave out the imperial edict and shouted, Chang Jin was still a little scared. Seeing that no one answered, he felt a little sad.

This is the sorrow of the gods. Success is incense and failure is incense. Put your cultivation on the power of incense. Once you are abandoned by believers, the end will be very miserable.

Of course, like Wei Yuan, you are purely self-inflicted.

He served as the City God for more than half a year, and the underworld was in chaos. The people prayed many times but failed to make it effective, so how could they be willing to borrow his incense and chant power at this moment?

It's not alive

"I, the City God of Wanshan Mansion... As long as you borrow my incense and spiritual power, you will be rewarded in the future..." The last shouted, the temple above your head was approaching nothingness, with only a few traces of air flow remaining.

"I...will..."

"willing……"

At this time, a few faint voices were shouting in the city. Most of these people had received the favor of their former city god, and they couldn't help but shouting out as a reward.

At the exit of the sound, you can see that the luck above their heads immediately split into a trace and injected into the City God Temple. Wei Yuan also recovered a little in an instant, and the originally broken temple began to slowly merge.

"Is this the wonder of the gods?" Seeing Wei Yuan's appearance as a temple above his head, he did not take the opportunity to rush forward, but observed with interest.

With the incense power injected, Wei Yuan was delighted: It seems that the people of Wanshan Prefecture have not abandoned themselves.

Unfortunately, he was sad afterwards. The incense was too weak to maintain the magical action, and it was not enough to fight against the evil god in front of him.

Brother Xuan Fa flew forward and backward. Seeing the yamen guarding the gate, he shouted anxiously more than ten feet away: "We are Taoist Wushanguan of Yuqing Dao. If you have any urgent matters, you should see the magistrate. Take us there quickly."

When the sound came into the yamen runner's ears, the two had already arrived at the yamen gate. Before the yamen runner could react, Xuan Shang had already stuffed the magic sign in his hand directly into his hand.

"Oh...you two Taoist priests, it's so late, what's the matter with you looking for the prefect?" The leader yamen runner reacted for a while before he reacted and asked hurriedly.

"It's an urgent matter. Take us to see the governor. If it's delayed, your life will be unsuccessful." Xuan Shang said as he grabbed the yamen runner and ran towards the government yamen.

Taoist Xuan Shang has a bit irritable temper. If he could still wait patiently for the other party to report, the situation was critical at this time, how could he be safe?

"Junior brother, don't be reckless." Xuanfa sighed and rushed in.

Originally, the magistrate of Wanshan Prefecture was Lord Liu Qingcheng. Although he was a bit rigid, he was also considered diligent and loving the people. However, because last year, Dushuijun Yancheng, the people died or injured more than 10,000 people were killed or injured. The magistrate Liu was ginseng and was later dismissed from his post. The new magistrate was named Du Ruhai, who was the father of Liang Hou's concubine. He was just a little talented and fond of women. Du Ruhai came to Wanshan Prefecture for half a year and did not do major things, so he only took three concubines. Now the three women were jealous in the back house. Du Ruhai had tried his best to calm the quarrels between his concubines every day, and he had no time to deal with government affairs.

Nowadays, most of the government affairs in Wanshan Prefecture are handled by subordinates.

He stayed overnight in the room of his third concubine tonight, and because he had been struggling for too long, he slept very drowsy.

Under the guidance of the yamen runners, Xuan Shang rushed to the bedroom of the prefect, and then ignored any procedures and shouted loudly: "The prefect is here, Xuan Shang, a disciple of Yuqing Taoist, will report an urgent matter."

He injected a little magic power when he shouted, and the sound came into the room like thunder.

After being awakened, Du Ruhai and her concubine looked at each other and screamed.

"I, Xuan Shang, if you have an urgent matter, please change your clothes quickly." Xuan Shang shouted again

This sound alarmed the nearby yamen runners who were patrolling the night, and rushed over with weapons.

Before these people could scold them, the Taoist Xuanfa had already shown the magic card.
Chapter completed!