The name of the city god enshrined in the Chenghuang Pavilion of Rouge County is Shen Wen, who was the imperial historian of the Caiyi country before his death, and is famous for his uprightness, leaving behind the famous saying of "being a loyal minister in life and dying as a straight ghost", and it has been a prosperous incense for three hundred years.

Because he had been to the City God Pavilion with Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng before, Chen Ping'an was familiar with the door, and the City God Pavilion of Rouge County was divided into four halls, and the two originally majestic painted clay statues of Tianguan stood in front of the Yimen, but they were already miserable at the moment, and the snakes and rats were in trouble.

Chen Ping'an walked dozens of steps along the wall, there was still no evil thing in the City God Pavilion Square, Chen Ping'an no longer hesitated, and offered a Yang Qi lantern talisman hidden in his sleeve, the yellow paper talisman hovered in front of Chen Ping'an an arm's length, slightly fluttering, when Chen Ping'an took a step, it automatically flew slowly to the side of the instrument, Chen Ping'an's heart was determined, although the City God Pavilion suffered, the whole square was unrecognizable, but the building behind the City God Pavilion must still have the remnants of the aura, otherwise the lantern talisman would not move forward, and it was destined to retreat to the high wall.

The lantern talisman emitted a faint dim halo, and the pure brilliance shrouded Chen Ping'an's whole person, where his feet passed, the five poisonous things on the ground, including centipedes and scorpions, were avoided, and when he passed through the instrument gate, he was probably affected by the light ripples of the lantern talisman, and the snakes, rats and scorpions on the two Taoist statues on the left and right were all wrapped around the back of the clay statues from the front, or hid in the hollow abdomen.

Chen Ping'an held his breath and continued to move forward slowly, behind the Yimen is the main hall, hanging a gold-lettered plaque, the main hall is not a city god, but a sitting statue of a founding meritorious military general of Caiyi Country, left and right are civil and military judges and a total of eight subordinate officials. The plaque inscribed by the first emperor of the Caiyi Kingdom, at this moment, the gold paint is peeling off most of it, and there is a big black snake with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, coiled on it, hanging under the body, poking out its head and spitting out the snake letter to Chen Ping'an, making a loud noise, as if it is demonstrating and warning.

When Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold, the black snake suddenly jumped in, opened its bloody mouth, and Chen Ping'an twisted his waist sideways without raising his head, grabbed the black snake's head with five fingers, and shook his wrist lightly.

Chen Ping'an followed the swaying lantern charm to continue to move forward, after the main hall, it is a square again, but it occupies a small area, the ancient trees are forested, there is a stone tablet standing, it is the emperor of Caiyi State canonized a country city god god of the Wenle stone, at that time Chen Ping'an also made a special trip to stand in front of the monument to look at it for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion, the words are really average, even compared to the young Cui Yun.

It's also a shame that Dali Guoshi, who has been renamed Cui Dongshan, is not around, otherwise he will definitely be angry.

There are the Temple of the God of Wealth and the Tai Sui Hall on the left and right sides of the square, one burns incense and kowtows, praying for wealth and resources, and one worships the Tai Sui, hoping that there will be no disasters and no disasters, so the common people kowtow here, it seems to be more pious than bowing in the main hall.

The lantern talisman flew straight forward, and Chen Ping'an followed closely without stopping at all.

Chen Ping'an suddenly looked back, and the tall stone tablet standing under the ancient cypress tree seemed to have a white shadow flashing away.

On both sides of the Tai Sui Hall of the God of Wealth Temple, the female voice of the warbler Yanyan was faintly transmitted, extremely subtle, as if they were laughing at each other, behind the charm, there was a cold, just like a female ghost in the underworld in the sun, the laughter just bit penetrated through the yin and yang boundary, through the shade of the ancient trees, from the two halls through the window, into the square, just by the sparse sunlight, such as the snow melting, much lighter, but still into Chen Ping'an's ears.

Chen Ping'an frowned and turned his head forward.

As long as you walk more than ten steps further, you can enter the main hall of this City God Pavilion, which is dedicated to the City God Hall of Shen Wen, the former imperial historian.

In addition to the wooden box double swords that are just for the time being, the two flying swords in the sword gourd can be described as the absolute main force in addition to the boxing technique.

But among the foreign objects, the same as the Yang Qi Lantern Talisman, from the ancient book given by Li Xisheng, "The True Trace of the Dan Book", Chen Ping'an also has two golden pagoda town demon talismans, which were originally in the ancient house after eliminating the copper money yin in the oil paper umbrella, Chen Ping'an was afraid of accidents, and temporarily drew the talisman, and later fought with the ancient elm tree demon surnamed Chu, and before he could use it, he had been killed by two swords on the fifteenth day of the first month, and killed an ancient elm tree incarnation.

Then there is one Yang Qi Lantern Talisman and three Shrinking Talismans, the latter is mainly used to cooperate with the gods and drums, of course, it is used to run away for his life, and it is definitely not inferior to the Shenxing Talisman lent to him by Taoist Zhang Shanfeng.

At the moment when Chen Ping'an turned his head.

On the top of the stele, a woman in white appeared, sitting on the top of the stele, with her hair scattered, and a green silk covered her face, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

But she stretched out a finger, only dry bones and no flesh remained, the bone finger gently tapped the top of the stele, and instantly a spring of blood gushed out, flowing down and slipping, and soon the stele was sprinkled with more than a thousand words of ancient inscriptions, as if it had become a bright red blood book.

But the strange thing is that the woman is still clean in white, and she has not been stained with even a drop of blood.

The woman raised her head, still covered with green silk, and began to sing tactfully, I don't know if it is an ancient folk song that has long been lost in the country of colorful clothes, babbling, the woman in white sang in a low voice, raised her arm, stretched out two white bone fingers, twisted a roll of green silk, shook gently, her feet did not wear shoes and boots, flesh and bones were intertwined, but there was more flesh and blood than her fingers, her feet swayed, splashing bursts of blood flowing on the stele.

Compared with the blurred laughter and laughter of the two halls on the left and right, the singing voice of the woman in white can be heard clearly, and the ancient cypress above her head is rustling in the wind, as if she is singing with it.

The woman seemed to be singing happily, and raised a dry bone palm and flipped it gently.

The closed doors of the Tai Sui Hall of the God of Wealth Hall on both sides snapped open, and each staggered out of a man, the man who walked out of the God of Wealth Hall was young, one arm was cut off at the shoulder, and he was nowhere to be found, but the bleeding had stopped, and the remaining hand was dragging a Qingfeng long sword, his face was snow-white, and his eyes were blank.

The middle-aged man in green shirt who walked out of the Tai Sui Palace, drooping his head, limped across the threshold, and after a closer look, this person actually slashed people with a sharp weapon on the neck, and his head only relied on a little flesh and skin to implicate him before leaving his body.

With the turn of the wrist of the woman in white on the stone tablet, the two hobbling men, in an instant, their movements became flexible and vigorous, and they began to dance in the square. It turned out that the fingertips of the wilted fingers of the woman in white had a trace of transparent light hanging in the air, like snow-white spider silk, which wrapped around the limbs of the two dead men, controlling their every subtle movement.

In the two halls where the door was opened, there were constantly women in white dragging billowing black smoke, floating quickly near the door, looking at the appearance of the men, they ate and laughed, full of ridicule and hatred, but the sunlight outside the door was reflected, like a moat, so that they did not dare to step out easily, but there were still four or five women in white who couldn't hold back, with bursts of black smoke, rushed out quickly, swirling around the bodies of the two men, constantly teasing the man's miserable white face with his fingers, bypassing them behind them, flying up from the armpits, but they also paid the price of completely disappearing after the sun was exposed。

Chen Ping'an stood outside the threshold of the main hall, and the yang qi lantern talisman seemed to hit a wall, bumping and swaying again and again, and stopped.

The yang energy contained in the yellow paper talisman gradually faded.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand, and his palm seemed to be attached to a layer of ice on a winter river, slightly increasing the force, but it still couldn't be broken.

Chen Ping'an put his fingers together, turned around and twisted his wrist suddenly, and the little lantern talisman left in the aura flew towards the square in a hurry, and circled around the heads of the two puppet corpses, the two men snapped, fell to the ground heavily, and the light on their bodies was broken one by one, and after the corpses fell to the ground, blood flowed sideways.

The woman in white withdrew her hand and was not angry, but the women in the two halls opened their teeth and danced their claws, looking at Chen Ping'an's eyes full of bitter hatred.

As long as you fall into the evil spirit, no matter how compassionate you were in your life, there will be no more so-called human nature and goodness of Confucian sub-sages.

This is the providence of the underworld.

Chen Ping'an looked at the back of the woman on the stone tablet and said softly: "This young lady, the deceased is the greatest, no matter what grievances you have during your lifetime, just forget it?"

The woman in white turned a deaf ear and continued to sing, this time using the Aquarius dialect, Chen Ping'an understood.

"The form is like a corpse, and the heart is like ashes...... Truly know, not self-contained. The media is obscure, unintentional and unconspiratory. Who is he......"

The woman's voice was calm, with a hint of calm and peace, and there was no trace of resentment and hatred.

Chen Ping'an can understand the text, but he can't understand the deep meaning contained in it.

Chen Ping'an didn't have the heart to speculate on this, and now that he was isolated by some kind of magic outside the main hall of the City God Pavilion, it should be that the City God Lord was detained in it, and he was not allowed to go out to patrol the county town to help Rouge County survive this impending catastrophe.

In the main hall behind Chen Ping'an, it is the city god hall that worships the three statues of the city god Shen Wen, the statue of Shen Wen is as high as more than three zhang, and the pilgrims and visitors need to look up, and the statues of the gods of civil and military affairs on the left and right are also two zhang high, respectively holding an iron shovel and an official seal.

It is rumored that two hundred years ago, there was a Taoist priest surnamed Zhang from other continents who traveled here, and felt the simplicity of the folk customs of Rouge County, after returning to his hometown, soon the contemporary heavenly master of Longhu Mountain gave a "Caiyi Country Rouge County City God Xianyou Bo Seal", at that time everyone knew that the original young Taoist priest was actually the yellow and purple nobleman of the Heavenly Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain.

There is also a huge mural in it, depicting ninety-nine eighty-one beautiful women with big sleeves flying.

It was praised by later generations as "ink color is like life, blowing air is like life".

Chen Ping'an saw that the woman in white was indifferent, so he didn't say anything more, and quietly patted the sword gourd on his waist.

When he turned around, he smashed his fist on the "ice", and the ripples rippled, and the three statues of the gods in the City God's Pavilion within the threshold seemed to be shaking.

Chen Ping'an walked slowly with six steps, smashing on the ice with one punch after another, which was the god-man drum pose.

Of course, beware of the violence of the woman on the other side of the stele.

A sigh sounded on a towering ancient tree, and it was a girl's voice, "Fool, that is the formation set up by the two Great Cultivators of the Five Realms, and my master can't help it for a while, otherwise how could the City God Lord not be able to come out." Save some effort, and leave this place as soon as possible while the female ghost has no murderous intentions towards you, otherwise the next time a fool breaks in, you will be a dancing marionette. ”

It may be that Chen Ping'an punches too "freewheeling", so he can't show any prestige.

Let the strange girl hiding in the tree inevitably despise her.

After the battle with Ma Kuxuan in the small street, Chen Ping'an's boxing intention is now more and more restrained, and the slower the pile of the usual boxing, which is more in line with the word "warmth".

However, although Chen Ping'an is slow to walk the pile, the speed of the gas engine when practicing the pile sword furnace is countless faster, if it could only be an ordinary post station in the past, and the horse is fast, then now it is eight hundred miles of urgency.

This kind of mysterious state of "putting it away" is not a solid martial arts master of the sixth or seventh realm, and it is absolutely impossible to see the depth.

The woman in white suddenly stopped singing, turned her head, and stared at Chen Ping'an's eighteenth punch.

With a punch, like Hong Zhong Dalu, the qi of the entire square was violently shaken, and the stone tablet soaked in blood with the inscription suddenly made a cracking sound.

She screamed, piercing her eardrums, like a general giving orders, the floating women in the two halls turned into two billowing smoke, one melted into that layer of ice, and strengthened the filthy formation with their remnants of the Yin Divine Soul, and a black smoke rushed straight into Chen Ping'an, trying her best to interrupt Chen Ping'an's continuous fist intent, preventing him from delivering the nineteenth punch of the god-man drum style.

If I die here today, then we will walk together on the Yellow Springs Road and see that I don't scold you to death...... Dead are dead...... This girl is already annoyed to death before she dies!"

On the top of the ancient tree, the girlish sigh and complain is finished, no longer hesitates, and a graceful figure emerges, making a series of crisp sounds of ding ding dong, with the sound lingering around the body, but also brings up a circle of pale golden flowers, the posture is graceful, which can be called pleasing to the eye.

The face of the woman in white was covered by thick green silk, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her eyes were cold and sarcastic.

She stretched out two dry bone palms and patted them gently.

In the main hall of the City God Pavilion, the statue of the civil and military gods who served on the left and right of the City God, squeaked, as if it came to life, shook off a huge splash of dust, and at the same time stepped out of the god platform and stepped on the bluestone floor of the main hall, and then two clay statues as high as two feet strode towards the threshold, among which the statue holding an iron shovel smashed down on the head of the punching boy, and the other statue of a civil official holding a fine iron official seal stepped out of the threshold without any condensation, holding a huge iron seal in his hand, and slapped at the girl.

Originally, breaking the formation would allow the City God to return to his free body, which was a reasonable development of the situation. Where did you think that the real killing machine was not in the square outside the City God Hall at all, not in the gloomy woman in white, but in the City God Hall where hope was? So where did Shen Wen, the City God Lord who should have the golden body of a god, go?

In the City God Palace, the tallest and most majestic statue in the center, the original golden City God, is now dim, and the golden debris all over the ground is only a pair of eyes, dotted with golden brilliance. No local of Rouge County can believe that this is the proud "Golden City God" of Rouge County.

Because according to the records of the county annals of Rouge County, nearly 100 taels of gold and gold leaf were used to cover this statue, and the county keeper of that generation begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother with the powerful and rich people in the county.

The main god statue covered with gold leaf and not one of the ten remained, spoke with difficulty, and the hoarse voice reached the side of the threshold, "You two go quickly, these evil demons of unknown origin are numerous, and there are only one ghost in white here, if you can escape, you must go to the immortal master of the Divine Sect, or the gentleman and sage of the Guanhu Academy, just say that the Caiyi country is in great trouble, once the country is destroyed, none of the surrounding six countries, including the ancient Yu country, will be spared!"

It turned out that this City God Pavilion, which was supposed to shelter the people of a county, was clearly a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it was difficult to protect itself.

Outside the threshold of the main hall,

First of all, the girl with silver bells tied to her arms and ankles helped Chen Ping'an block the black smoke, and at the sound of the four bells, countless pale golden flowers bloomed, dazzling, and the originally fierce black smoke was cut and crushed, but the girl was also hit by wisps of black smoke in a few places on her body, vomiting blood, but she still insisted on not retreating, standing near the daredevil, her wrist shook, the ringing bell, the golden petals, and continued to eliminate the black smoke mixed with wailing little by little.

Chen Ping'an threw the nineteenth punch lightly.

Then there was a remaining black smoke, which frantically poured into the "ice surface" that isolated the inside and outside of the main hall, helping the formation to remove the power of the nineteen fists of the god-man drum style.

Then there are two "mutiny" clay statues, one swings an iron shovel and smashes Chen Ping'an's head, and the other holds a fine iron official seal and slaps it on the back of the girl's head.

Chen Ping'an's expression was calm, and he handed out the twentieth punch with lightning speed, causing the formation to shake violently, although it had not yet been broken, it was already crumbling, and it was only one punch away at most. But Chen Ping'an was helpless in his heart, the god beat the drum, there was no way to deliver the twenty-first punch, but he couldn't watch the girl and slap the statue of the civil official god who rushed out of the threshold to death, otherwise he would have a chance to deliver the last punch.

The stone slab under Chen Ping'an's feet cracked, and the whole person disappeared instantly, dodging the iron shovel that the statue of the military general smashed on the head, and instantly came to the side of the statue of the civil official, and smashed it on the waist of the statue with an iron chisel formation, this punch was to save people's lives, so Chen Ping'an did not dare to have any hiding, so that when he punched, his arms were surrounded by the abundant fist intent of the snow-white color, and the fist was vibrating, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

A two-zhang tall clay statue of the god was stunned by Chen Ping'an's punch and moved out horizontally, and the feet of the huge statue ploughed a ravine on the ground.

The girl heard the movement behind her, turned her head to look, and only then did she roughly guess the reason, and then looked at the young man who was not amazing, and her eyes were a little dull.

Chen Ping'an didn't care what the girl thought in her heart, her hands and arms slammed, it seemed that she was going to punch, but in fact, she slipped out two golden pagoda demon talismans from her sleeves, and quietly stuck them in the palm of her hand.

That's really fast!

The iron shovel still failed, and Chen Ping'an had already come to the statue of the military general at some point, with a little tiptoe, his figure jumped, and his palm slapped heavily on the forehead of the statue.

Brilliant gold!

Around the clay statue of the general, a golden pagoda slightly taller and larger than it appeared out of thin air, and the thunder and lightning flashed like a swimming dragon.

The idol is as if it is "enshrined" in this pagoda.

But what the specific taste is, it can be seen from the clay statue of the huge body of the clay statue to shatter inch by inch, no matter how it struggles, how it swings the iron shovel and hits, the pagoda demon talisman has always firmly suppressed it.

After Chen Ping'an sacrificed the first golden pagoda demon talisman, his feet were a little on the chest of the statue of the general, and he took advantage of the situation to bounce out, and it disappeared in a flash, and he came to the statue of the civil official who was rushing towards the girl at a faster speed, and snapped again, just pasting the golden talisman on the fine iron official seal.

The tall idol was like a mountain on top, his knees bent, and the debris kept falling from his knees, and he almost stumbled and fell.

Chen Ping'an's feet still did not fall to the ground, and after offering the golden light blooming talisman, his figure continued to climb, stepped on the top of the god's head, and looked at the woman in white who was already standing on the top of the stone tablet, and confronted each other in pairs.

Chen Ping'an did not have any stagnation, like a volley in the wind, he rushed towards the stone tablet under the ancient cypress tree, stretched out his hand in the air and patted the sword box, and said softly: "Eliminate demons!"

The Huaimu sword popped out of the wooden box and was held by Chen Ping'an with one hand.

A sword away.

In one go, a little chic.