The incense burner is one head higher than Lu Zhishen, the diameter of the furnace belly is three feet, and the visual inspection is also three hundred catties.

Lu Zhishen hugged his waist, and as soon as he exerted his strength, the incense burner left the ground. To his surprise, this huge thing seemed to be a little lighter than the anvil in the blacksmith shop at this time. At first, he did not dare to let go, and held it in his arms, but at this time he tried to go up, and then grasped two of the three feet of the incense burner with both hands, and finally let go of his left hand, leaving only his right hand to hold the stone furnace.

Lu Zhishen was convinced that he felt the changes that had taken place in him.

It's just that he doesn't know that he already has the blood of the Emperor Star Man, one of the strongest races in the universe, already flowing in his body.

Ladies and gentlemen, you guessed it right, there are also interstellar criminals from the Emperor Star who have been sucked into the wormhole. Moreover, the criminal was not an ordinary person, but the 125th monarch of the Emperor Star, Sigvano. He was forced into exile in an alien galaxy due to a coup d'état by his younger brother, and after several rounds, he was secretly protected by the Senate of the Interstellar Alliance, hiding his eyes and ears in the name of a criminal in order to preserve the orthodox royal blood of the Emperor.

No one thought that in the Galactic Prison escape incident of the Cancer Nebula, Zigvano was also sucked into a wormhole.

Originally, he was hidden in the list of galactic prisons repatriated to the Cancer Nebula by the Earth Alien Management Center (EAMC), and was secretly transferred after the transfer in an attempt to make a comeback. All the best.

Jailbreak. Explode. Corona. Wormholes.

Zigvano, who had already been put into the prison capsule, suddenly felt that the shell of the prison capsule was broken, and around him was a dazzling white light, as well as scattered shuttle bodies and fragments of parts.

What's going on? Where am I?

Could it be that my rebellious brother Sarmento has discovered my whereabouts and pursued me here?

Will I never be able to return to the Emperor to face my royal family, my people?

Sigvano, who was deep in thought, suddenly noticed a heavy shuttle door flying directly in front of him. The power of the Emperor Star people is so great that they are among the highest among the various civilizations and creatures in the universe. He flicked the hatch with one hand, and the hatch changed direction, flying into which dimension.

Gotta get out of this place as soon as possible, it's unpredictable and too dangerous.

That's when he noticed a wound on his hand. The wound oozed the blood of the Imperial Family.

The blood of the Emperor carries all the genetic information of a living individual.

Sigwanor smiled.

The royals of the Emperor can summon their own blood. The so-called summoning is to keep the carrier of blood in the same time and space.

He closed his eyes and began to search for his blood in the wormholes that opened up different planes and dimensions. Because, in the distant Emperor Star, he once had his blood flowing. He firmly believed that he, the Emperor Monarch, would definitely be able to return to his homeland, the place where he had poured his heart and soul into reguiding the great and kind Emperor Star people to achieve the revival of the dynasty.

And on the door of the shuttle plane, which I don't know where to fly, there was also his blood.

The shuttle cabin door with the blood of the Emperor Star Monarch happened to fall in the Northern Song Dynasty of the Milky Way Earth, in the backyard of the blacksmith shop under Wutai Mountain.

The piece of meteorite that Lu Zhishen touched was the shuttle cabin door that had passed through time and space.

And his bruised fingers allowed Sigvano's blood to flow into his body.

Lu Zhishen has flowed into the genes of the Emperor Star Monarch of the distant future!

He put the huge incense burner back in its place, and the discomfort was gone.

In the days that followed, the feeling of being overturned never again.

Finally, on the day of taking the Zen staff, Lu Zhishen went down the mountain again with great interest.

As usual, there were a few wines and a few roasted dog legs. Joyfully!

With his stomach full and drunk until he was slightly drunk, Lu Zhishen stepped into the blacksmith shop again.

"Shopkeeper, Sprinkle with a Zen stick!"

"I've been waiting for Master Master for a long time!" The shopkeeper was respectful, "The things of the master are extremely expensive, and the small ones are enshrined in the other room." Master, please. ”

The shopkeeper led Lu Zhishen to a clean room, there was a wooden cabinet in the house, on which there was a Buddhist shrine, and a wooden shelf was placed in front of the cabinet, and on the wooden shelf was a demon-slaying Zen wand of water mill iron. The Zen staff is five feet long, with a crescent shovel on one side and a full moon shovel on the other, and the whole body is jet black, only the two ends of the blade are as white as snow, and the white is the kind of water-shaped pattern that can only be found after being tempered with good steel.

"Master Creation, this piece of meteorite is really a good material!" The shopkeeper was full of praise, "The small one burned much more vigorously than usual, and it melted this stubborn iron." It also took a lot more effort than usual to temper. The little arrogance dared to use the remaining iron materials to cast a pair of meteoric iron rosaries for the master, and cast a statue of a holy monk in the small shop. The rosary was given to the master, and the iron statue asked the master to answer the small offering in the store and prayed to the master to turn evil into good fortune and turn danger into safety. ”

Lu Zhishen looked at it, and sure enough, there was a string of black prayer beads on the cabinet, and what was placed in the Buddhist shrine was indeed the figure of himself with a prayer bead around his neck and a Zen staff in his hand.

"Well said, well said." Lu Zhishen was overjoyed and couldn't wait to try whether the Zen staff was in hand.

He picked up the rosary with one hand and hung it on his neck, and with the other he picked up the Zen staff with one hand, as light as picking up a mallet.

"Ask the master to go to the backyard to see if the weapon is in hand." Although the shopkeeper knew the divine power of the holy monk, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he saw him pick up this hundred-pound Zen staff so effortlessly.

"It's in the middle of the family! Lead the way! "The holy monk was already in high spirits.

The backyard of the blacksmith's house has long been tidied up. The shopkeeper didn't say a word and quickly retreated to the corner.

Lu Zhishen shouted, picked up the Zen staff and turned over with a harrier in the middle of the courtyard. The shopkeeper only felt a cold wind blowing on his face, and his face hurt. Although the man with the staff was huge, he flickered and moved flexibly, and a black staff flew up and down with a loud sound. The shopkeeper had never seen this formation, although his eyes widened, he could only see a black mist swirling in front of him. The small courtyard suddenly had a lot of weather and fighting spirit.

Lu Zhishen violently retracted his fists and feet, and the dust settled, and a lot of wall skin on the brick wall was shocked to the ground by the momentum just now.

Lu Zhishen praised the blade in his mouth. The shopkeeper cheered until his voice was hoarse.

After calculating the money, Lu Zhishen also deliberately added a gift of silver. The shopkeeper tried every means to refuse, but because of the power of this reckless monk, he still accepted it happily.

Lu Zhishen got the baby Zen stick, and he couldn't help but eat a few more wines, wrapped a dog's leg, and went up to Wutai Mountain drunk.

The monk guarding the door saw that Monk Zhishen was drunk like this, where did he dare to open the door for him, the two of them held the latch against the door, and they didn't dare to gasp.

Lu Zhishen patted the door for a long time, and when he saw that he didn't mean to open it, he had a seizure and broke the door latch with a shovel. The end of the Demon Slaying Wand is extremely sharp!

One of the two monks flashed his waist, and the other broke his face, and went to the presiding courtyard to find the presiding officer.

Lu Zhishen yelled and scolded, shoveling the temple gate to a pulp, as if it was raining sawdust.

Warrior monks and monks, Taoist fire workers, seeing such a situation, did not dare to slack off, everyone held a broom or a shovel in their hands, and surrounded Lu Zhishen in the temple.

Lu Zhi was drunk and hazy, and scolded in his mouth: "Pickled talents, bird men and women, straight thieves, and look at your Grandpa Lu's methods." ”

The new soldier blade meets the enemy for the first time. The Zen staff also lived up to the prestige of the cosmic meteorite, and with a single wave, it swept away the pile of garbage cleaning tools into garbage. Everyone was pushed a meter away by a huge wave of qi, and they were in pain.

Lu Zhishen did not stop there, and the power of wine continued to surge at this time, and on a whim, he hit the Buddha hall from the side hall. Everywhere the Zen staff is invincible, and the golden body of the Buddha statue that is used to the incense in the world is pitiful and has collapsed and shattered.

The host hurried to the front of the main hall and saw that Lu Zhishen was raising a Zen staff to split the statue of the Buddha, and shouted.

Lu Zhishen seemed to hear a far-reaching voice calling him, stopped the movements in his hand, and looked around, vaguely the faces of the host and the monks, although their mouths were moving, but the sound didn't look like it was worn by them.

After the previous uproar, he woke up most of the wine. But the voice threw him into the fog again.

"Who's shouting for the Sprinklers?" Lu Zhishen roared.

The people thought he was drunk, and they all retreated far behind and did not dare to move forward.

Lu Zhishen crossed his waist and smashed the Zen staff vertically on the brick floor of the main hall, and the bricks and gravel were splashed everywhere, like a god Arhat, standing awe-inspiring in front of the Buddha.

In an instant, a strange thing happened, a white light flashed, and when everyone was blind, Monk Lu Zhishen disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Disappeared with him, along with his Zen staff.

Only the beads of meteorite iron, which fell on the brick floor of the main hall, indicate that the owner of the rosary once existed here.

The host clasped his palms together, closed his eyes, and said, "Amitabha, good, good." Stubborn as iron, turning back is the shore; Wisdom is deep, colorless and phaseless. ”

Everyone thought that Lu Zhishen had been established, and they felt something, and they had mixed tastes. I went to clean up the mess in the temple and didn't mention it.

Besides, Sigvano, who was in the wormhole, held his breath and summoned his own blood, wanting to return to his hometown, but he didn't want to summon Lu Zhishen, who was holding a Zen staff, to this place.

The average height of the Emperor Star is about two meters.

Lu Zhishen, who was also two meters tall, looked at Sigvano and the chaotic white light around him, still thinking that he was still drunk.

"Are you shouting at the Sprinkler family?" Lu Zhishen asked.

"Hello! You are......? Sigvano greeted in cosmic as he searched the language system of the stranger on the other side.

"What happened to the Sprinkler family who dismantled your golden body? What did you do to take the Sprinkler family to the eighteen hells like this? Lu Zhishen raised his eyeballs and continued to ask, "Eat a Zen stick from the Sprinkle family!" As he spoke, the Zen staff had been swung with a bang.

Zigvano grabbed it with his backhand, still smiling: "It turned out to be a friend from the galaxy Earth." This time he used Chinese, the language of the earth.

At this moment, Zigvano's blood left in the Emperor Star was finally searched by him, and he and Lu Zhishen swooped and disappeared into the vast white light of the wormhole.