Chapter 50: Please enter the urn

In the Land Temple of Fulong Town, the mountain god of Biyang Mountain was lying on the ground tremblingly, and if you look closely, you can see that his limbs were nailed to the stone slab on the ground with a trapped god nail, and the blood of the golden god was dripping on the ground.

He tilted his head and stared angrily at the middle-aged man wearing an official hat in front of him.

"What sin have I committed that you should do this to me?"

The man sat on the Taishi chair, leaned forward slightly, watched the mountain god struggle in pain on the ground, gently picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and breathed a comfortable sigh.

"Sin?" He gently put down the cup and glanced at the mountain god disdainfully, "Didn't I already tell you?" It is your sin to destroy forests and farmland without the consent of the county warden. ”

The mountain god of Biyang Mountain endured the pain of his limbs and defended loudly. "I'm just trying to help the villagers below and alleviate their drought, is that also wrong?"

"Of course it's wrong! Who told you to do this? The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth hooked.

The corners of the mountain god's mouth hooked, but he was stunned.

The middle-aged man sneered: "In Tianshui County, it's not just what you take for granted. Without the nod of the county keeper, even if it is a good thing, it can only become a bad thing, and if you have lived for hundreds of years, don't you understand? ”

"As a god, it is our duty to help the people, and I don't think I'm at fault!" The mountain god continued to shout.

"That's right, it's not up to you." The middle-aged man suddenly jumped and landed directly on top of the mountain god's head.

"Click......" The head of the mountain god was stepped on directly by him on the bluestone slab, making a cracking sound.

"Hey...... A good dog should not be, but a god! "Wipe the sludge on the soles of the shoes on the face of the mountain god of Biyang Mountain, and the middle-aged man has a smile on the corner of his mouth." But thank you very much, I wouldn't have been able to make such a big move without you. ”

He jumped down from the mountain god's face and walked back to the Taishi's chair.

"Alright. Lie down, and when the mastermind of the drawing comes, I will be merciful and personally send you on your way. Thinking that the design had now been sent to the county guard's mansion, Lord Juncheng's heart suddenly blossomed.

In the past few days, it has taken him a lot of effort to figure it all out. When these rebellious ministers and thieves are killed, and then the water source of Qinglan Mountain is opened, and the local drought is solved, the recitals and drawings submitted by the county keeper should also be able to arrive in Kyoto.

Nowadays, in the entire Hua Dynasty, officials in any place are not trying their best to be promoted through this channel.

The great drought is a natural disaster for the people at the bottom, but it is a proper opportunity for the adults who hold great power.

Thinking of getting rid of such a talent, Lord Guncheng couldn't help but feel a little pity, but after discussing it with Lord Gunshou, he also agreed with what the Lord said.

So as not to cause extraneous branches!

He deliberately revealed the news of the detention of the mountain god of Biyang Mountain, and deliberately let go of the fool, isn't it just to invite you into the urn?

Glancing at the little Taoist priest in the corner who closed his eyes and recuperated, Lord Juncheng suddenly put his heart down.

"Cao Zhenren, can you do a hexagram and see when those thieves can arrive?"

He couldn't wait.

In the corner, the little Taoist priest holding the wooden pole opened his eyes and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, my lord, the family teacher has already calculated, they will definitely come tonight." ”

At the mention of Zhao Changlong, a trace of fear flashed in Lord Juncheng's eyes, and he hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Zhao Zhenren has no last resort, so I don't have to worry about it." ”

As he spoke, a strong wind came at the door.

The young Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly, but the corners of his mouth were smiling, and the corners of his eyes glanced at the gossip and the few talismans hanging in the Land Temple, and subconsciously licked his lips.

He also had some expectations, what kind of spirit was it, and he could let the master bring all the housekeeping weapons with him.

I heard that it is a wild boar spirit, but it has not yet been transformed?

Pig teeth should be worth some money, right?

The wind was coming, and Jun Cheng took two steps back and returned to the Taishi's chair, where the old god was there.

Today's protagonist is not himself.

There was a loud bang, and the sand and gravel outside the land temple in Fulong Town shot out, and then a human-sized wild boar rushed in with a box on his back, and behind the box, an old man with white hair turned pale.

It was Lu Gong and his entourage who arrived.

Wang Yi stopped, and Lu Gong's heart couldn't help but move. He thought that what was waiting for him would be the same heavy siege as Qinglan Mountain, and the worst thing was a few masters, but he didn't expect that there were only two of them.

The mountain god of Biyang Mountain raised his head with difficulty, and when he saw Lu Gong and Bai Gu, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

Bai Gu glanced at the sleepy nail, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted: "Brother Bi, don't move!" ”

He pointed at Jun Cheng and said angrily: "You are so vicious! ”

The Sleepy God Nail is a torture instrument ordered by the first emperor to be discarded, because it is extremely cruel, once the god's soul is penetrated, it is almost difficult to recover, I didn't expect these people to use this expressly forbidden means.

Jun Cheng waved his hand, not caring at all. "Don't worry, since you're here, you have a share."

"Brother Bi hold on!" Bai Gu's hands were linked, and the crutches in his hands suddenly stretched out a vine, entangled the mountain god of Biyang Mountain, trying to pull out the trapped god nail.

The mountain god of Biyang Mountain let out a painful wail.

The county looked at them with a smile and said nothing.

In the corner, the little Taoist's eyes lit up. "Today is a worthwhile trip. There is also a thousand-year-old ginseng plant. Good, good, good! ”

He got up, and in an instant, he was already in front of Wang Yi, and with one hand he was ready to choke Bai Gu's neck.

Wang Yi roared angrily, raised his fangs, and threw them at his abdomen.

"Brute, you still want to do it." The little Taoist roared angrily, and his body retreated lightly, and he didn't know when there was an extra talisman in his hand.

"Subduing demons and subduing demons, as urgent as a law......" He threw out the talisman, and the entire land temple suddenly lit up.

The talismans on the four stone pillars lit up at the same time, emitting a ray of light that fell on Wang Yi's body.

Wang Yi let out a wail, and his original form appeared in an instant.

He struggled hard, trying to break free from the confinement of these talismans, and a gossip flew over his head, slowly turning.

Wang Yi's body trembled slightly, but he couldn't move at all.

Bai Gu was swept away by these rays of light and had already flown out upside down.

On the Taishi chair, the middle-aged man high-fived and laughed. "Zhao Zhenren really has no last resort."

Just a face, Wang Yi was completely suppressed, which was completely beyond his imagination.

The little Taoist priest walked towards Bai Gu with a smile, and hurriedly filled with a smile. "Don't be afraid, old thing. I'm not going to get you straight out. My master has recently broken through the juncture, and he just lacks a big supplement like you, and it will be much worse to kill him. ”

He took a few steps forward, but his body suddenly stiffened, because a box suddenly floated and landed in front of Bai Gu.

"You are Zhao Changlong's apprentice?"

On the Taishi chair, the county raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Hey, this thing is fun." ”

The little Taoist priest frowned and stared at Lu Gong: "Where did the lonely soul and wild ghost come from, dare to call the family teacher by his name and look for death." ”