"How did you find the dungeon, and the scope of the dungeon can't be small, how did you get out of the dungeon?" I asked, surprised.

Zhu Youzhen looked at me like an idiot. "Even if I am the emperor, I don't have this ability, so I am naturally the national teacher of the Ming Dynasty and take me to the tunnel."

I was speechless, and I couldn't bear to have a little clue cut off at this moment. National teacher, a national teacher who can't even remember his appearance and name! Does it really exist? Where is he sacred? Of course, no one can answer all this.

"I'll be in retreat for a while, please ask the three of you to help me protect the Fa!" I sighed, sat down cross-legged, explained, and directly took out dozens of bottles of Gathering Spirit Pill from the ring and piled them in front of me.

After coming out of Penglai Immortal Island for more than half a year, he has not improved his cultivation with the help of the Gathering Spirit Pill, and this time it is also imminent, so he simply spent some time in this underground palace. If you really wait for the metaphysical war to come, I'm afraid you won't have time even if you think about it.

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye. The spiritual power in the dantian formed a huge ocean, like a wild beast that could never be fed, no matter how many spirit pills were put into it, it would be submerged in an instant. No matter how hard you try, it always feels like it's a little bit worse.

At the east gate, Zheng Qihuai stayed in the general meeting of the Metaphysical Society set up in Ni Yuan every day. Closed doors, even more on the door posted on the door no one to see! In less than a month, a group of missionaries came to the East Gate Society, and they blocked the gate of the Metaphysical Society. Make a bet that whoever can beat any of them will leave immediately, and if not, Xuanxu will be changed to a church after two months.

What a shame! It's hateful that Wu Zhidao was directly kicked out with just one move, if it weren't for Second Master Bai's sudden move, his old life would be gone!

Although Zheng Qihuai was already in the Venerable realm, he couldn't go on a round in the hands of the other party, which made Zheng Qihuai blame himself in his heart, so he simply locked himself up.

At the gate of the East Gate Metaphysical Society, there are two RVs in a grand manner. There were still four of them, dressed in missionary robes, with a cross around their necks, their eyes were calm, and from time to time they picked up the Bible, read it aloud, and took out free food, which was distributed to the outside world at the gate of the White Paper Metaphysical Society.

What God loves the world! What God forgives all sinners, what joins God's arms.

There are still many ignorant people, and those who watch the excitement will never lack greed, and they will be the first to come out and call out to love God, while taking up the gifts that have been distributed, and becoming the most loyal first believers.

At this moment, at least in the eyes of those onlookers, the Dongmen Metaphysical Society is already a church! There are even Christians holding crosses and singing scriptures from the Bible, and they are crowding towards the gate of the Metaphysical Society.

Stop it! Just when the gate of the East Gate Metaphysical Society was in chaos, an angry roar suddenly came from the sky.

The sound shook everyone like a thunderbolt from the sky, and their ears were ringing.

Just when everyone looked up at the sky, they saw an old man in a cyan robe, walking slowly in the air step by step, he walked very slowly, but every step seemed to have crossed a long distance, almost instantaneously, and had already walked to the sky above the Metaphysical Society, and landed in front of the believers who were about to rush into the gate of the Metaphysical Society.

The believers saw that the old man showed a confused expression one by one, and the old man's actions were almost no different from miracles.

And those members of the Metaphysical Society, who were originally desperate, couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment: "Elder, you can be regarded as back!" ”

"This is the Dongmen Xuan Society, if you make such a trouble, I will call the police to deal with it." The person who came was Wu Zhidao, at this time, even if you have a good cultivation, you are angry, these people are all Chinese, but they believe in the Western Divine Court. While squeezing Chinese metaphysics, they forgot their identity and discarded their roots.

Asking God and worshiping Buddha is a word that Chinese people often hang on their lips, but when things really come, they can only help themselves. In times of stability and peace, few people will truly understand this.

Wu Zhidao was very angry, the realm at this time had reached the early stage of the Heavenly Master. Although it is already a twilight year, I didn't expect that once I had an epiphany, I actually went to the next level. However, when Wu Zhidao was out of cultivation, he saw that the land of China was full of Western gods, and even African totem religions. Pharaonic Faith in Egypt! If these people wantonly spread their faith in China, if they wait a few years, I am afraid that more than half of the people in China will believe in this Western religion, just like Africa. It's a disaster.

For these people, Wu Zhidao only has anger, anger is indisputable, anger is pathetic! So what can I do? Killed? How many, killed cleanly? The world can only rely on the world to decide. All he had to deal with was sitting in the RV, enjoying the air conditioning and watching the lively clergy.

"Devil! You are the devil, the heathen is the devil, sons and daughters of God, cast out this devil by your faith! In the RV, a Westerner dressed in a bishop's robe stood up, raised his hands, and made a gesture of embrace, with a sad look in his eyes, but his tone was unusually high.

"Devil! Is he the devil? The believers blocking the gate began to hesitate. Behind them, the clergy began to pick up the Bible and sing it like a chant, singing the verses in the Bible in a gentle and meandering way.

Even Wu Zhidao, when he heard this song, felt that from the darkness of antiquity, the confusion of people, to the light that appeared in the sky, that light has been guiding people until they came to the so-called Garden of Eden.

Wu Zhidao's face was pale, and it was obvious that the other party had no intention of making a direct attack at all, whether he was disdainful or not, he didn't look at it at all.

"I, Wu Zhidaoxiu's metaphysics for sixty-five years, finally got a glimpse of a glimmer of heaven in his twilight years, and his mind was firm, but he still couldn't stop the control of this soul. There is only one death today, and since it is death, how many more deaths will be made! At this moment, Wu Zhidao was ready to die. Of course, Wu Zhidao would not be kind enough to persuade these believers to leave first, and he was painstakingly persuading these guys from the Western Divine Court to find a remote place.

The other party did this in order to let the Xuan learn to throw a rat bogey, even if something happened, these believers were also their bargaining chips. Originally, this was not planned at all, but after the news of the first batch of Mitheus who came to China two months ago completely disappeared, this method was put on the agenda.

The effect is clearly significant. Blocking doors on the streets, or even killing people, as long as they have the support of these believers, the Chinese government can only tolerate it.

It's not that the Chinese government is incompetent, it's really nothing to kill one, it's nothing to kill ten, but when the number of people reaches tens of thousands, millions and millions, who can raise a butcher's knife to slaughter these people who were still living around. The only hope can only be to hope that the metaphysical community will solve it on its own. It's a pity that in addition to the metaphysical society, the rest of the metaphysical circles in China are simply a wait-and-see attitude of self-preservation.

The families who once asked the government to grant more privileges are now silent, as well-behaved as domestic cats.

Chinese people! When a person is faced with a desperate situation, he will burst out with amazing strength and potential, and he is called a dragon! But if it's a lot of people! The ignorant Confucianism, the philosophy of what shoots the first bird, has been brought to the table, and until the moment of life and death, unity is a joke.

Wu Zhidao pulled out the branch of a locust tree, which was still green, as if it had just been plucked from a book.

This is not picked at random, it is this small locust tree that Wu Zhidao can cultivate to the realm of Heavenly Master! Acacia wood.

Gather the aura of heaven and earth, and attract thousands of yin and evil to gather. This small Yin Locust Tree is impossible to grow in the current era of the end of the Dharma without thousands of years. Every time the power is unleashed, it is like a ghost crying. Yin wind can directly freeze a range of ten meters.

Of course, it is impossible to have such power with Wu Zhidao's cultivation, but it is enough to freeze the other party for the first time. The reason why Wu Zhidao didn't want to make a move was precisely because of this, how could ordinary people resist the invasion of the Yin Locust Wood. But at the moment, he can't care so much, the other party's ability is very strong, and he can disturb his mind just by chanting. If the other party starts to make a move, it is unknown whether he will be alive.

Just when Wu Zhidao was about to wave the Yin Locust Wood, he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and a back figure blocked in front of him.

"Who are you!" Wu Zhidao took a step back vigilantly. What kind of realm the other party is, Wu Zhidao can't see it. And Wu Zhidao has never seen this person, and he has to let Wu Zhidao have special ideas when he comes out at this time.

"Deflated calf thing, the old man is saving you, I can tell you, put away your yin locust wood, if you dare to use it to whip me, Second Master Bai, I will fight with you!" Standing in front of Wu Zhidao was Bai Er, at this moment, his hands were constantly on, and complex and indescribable symbols were drawn in the air, but his mouth was reminding, it was obvious that he was also very afraid of Yin Locust Wood.

In fact, I have to be afraid! Yin locust wood is made of yin and evil, and it is simply a nemesis for ghosts, even if it is a ghost fairy like Bai Er, if it is hit, it will be a painful thing.

Wu Zhidao did not put away the Yin Locust Wood but took a step back again, and completely stuck his back on the door of the Metaphysical Society, which was also his last bottom line. I really have nothing to be nostalgic for in the world, except for family affection, I only have to work hard for most of my life, and Dongmen Xuan has learned.

There are too many pasts, too many grievances, and unyielding fighting spirit here! I don't know how many tears and laughter have been shed here, and even Wu Zhidao regards this place as more important than his own life.