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With only one sword, the river will be cut off.

Such a momentum made the water ghost standing not far away stunned.

Under their horrified gazes, Chang Jin withdrew his sword. With a bang, the water that had been standing suddenly fell, filling the gap cut by the sword, and rushing downstream.

The sword just now was not a magic power, but a simple sword power, which was realized during the battle with the Xuan Shang Daoist not long ago. There are no fancy moves, it seems simple, but in fact, Chang Jin's handling and fusion of his own divine sense, mana, and leyline spiritual power, and finally completely integrated into the sword, can form a decisive momentum.

The sword is vast and awe-inspiring, and it seems that it can cut through mountains and rivers, kill everything, and no matter what it is, it cannot be matched.

Hearing the sound of flowing water, several water ghosts reacted, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "We are willing to serve the river god lord as the master."

"Get up," Chang Jin nodded. In a word, the upper and lower levels have been decided.

He wasn't lying before, he did have a ghost cultivation method to give him. With the City God Talisman, it is not difficult to comprehend the cultivation method of ghosts with Chang Jin's realm and talent.

Now these water ghosts can't get rid of the law of water veins, so they left after Chang Jin passed on their cultivation method and continued to run along the waterway.

There is a water vein true text to protect the body, and Chang Jin walks in the water like walking on the ground, coming and going freely. Even if you dive to a depth of twenty or thirty feet, there is not much pressure.

Along the way, I carefully sensed the water flow and gained a lot. He understood that there was no significant difference between the gods of the underworld and the gods of rivers and rivers, and the way of Shinto cultivation was not significant. In the final analysis, they all use incense to refine the divine domain, and then fuse with the spiritual power of mountains and rivers to achieve the purpose of controlling the spiritual power of mountains and rivers.

From this point of view, in terms of spiritual power, the gods are much stronger than the monks of the same level. It's a pity that these spiritual powers are not owned by the gods themselves, but borrowed from the mountains and rivers. It doesn't belong to one's own cultivation, and it naturally has a jerky feeling when facing the enemy, and it can't be used flexibly. This is also the reason why the gods are inferior to the monks.

Chang Jin's mind was silent in the water, naturally ignoring the weather changes overhead, and unconsciously the originally clear night sky was covered with dark clouds, and then the raindrops the size of beans fell cracklingly.

Soon the calm water became turbulent, and the water was higher and higher.

He originally flowed down, but at this moment, his heart was suddenly moved, and it was easier to perceive the law of water veins in the wind and waves. Thinking of this, Chang Jin immediately turned around, went upstream, and ran in the direction of Wanshan Mansion.

This body of water was already a hundred miles away from Wanshan Mansion, completely outside the Divine Domain, and he could only use his spiritual power to fight against the wind and waves. At first, Chang Jin didn't feel it, and waited for more than ten miles of waterway to go forward. Chang Jin gradually felt a sense of exhaustion in his heart, and the violent waves couldn't stop hitting his head, and even his spirit began to sway.

Chang Jin belonged to a person with a firm mind, and when he felt that his soul was abnormal, he immediately took a deep breath, and his divine sense was retracted, as if he had become a small fish. Stubbornly sliding fins, running upstream with difficulty.

Wind and rain are combined, the surroundings are gray, and the mountains and green trees in the distance are hidden in the endless wind and rain. Looking up, the waves that are more than three feet high are coming. He even had the illusion that it was a mountain that had crashed down, trying to crush his soul.

Rumble...... The majestic wave finally fell, and the spirit was shaken by this force, and it could no longer feel any changes in the outside world. What Chang Jin can do at this moment is to firmly guard his divine consciousness and maintain the only clarity.

However, the wave just now was carved into the soul in an instant, and it was extremely clear.

Ten miles, twenty miles...... Fifty miles

Against the undulating waves, Chang Jin stepped back into the river step by step. The water flow here is much smaller than that of the Dushui River, and the pressure is naturally less.

When he returned to Huojiadu Temple, there was an injection of incense and mental power, and the spiritual power in Chang Jin's soul was quickly restored.

Feeling that he had gained a lot before, and his spirit had just recovered, he turned around and stepped into the waves.

In one night, Chang Jin did not delay at all, sometimes going downstream, sometimes running against the current. It wasn't until the rooster's crowing came that he returned to the place where his body was located through the Guò Mangxing Circle.

Coincidentally tonight, as soon as I had the mind to feel the laws of mountains and rivers, a heavy rain fell from God.

Waiting for the soul body to be one, Chang Jin couldn't wait to sit down cross-legged, closed his eyes and recalled the various scenes of fighting with the wind and waves just now. Several divine thoughts in the mud palace conjured up a magnificent river: the sky was high and the night was dark, the storm was stormy, the waves were strong and the water was rapid...... As if playing a movie, scenes emerge in the mud palace.

This technique of manifestation of divine thoughts was comprehended during the battle between Chang Jin and the monks of the Shi family. Those monks used the Dharma to manifest the Dharma of the family, and Chang Jin borrowed it here to interpret the changes of the river, which is very suitable.

Read a book a hundred times and see its own meaning, and the same is true for "watching movies". The scene of the rushing river was constantly replayed in the mud palace, and Chang Jin watched it over and over again.

Gradually, I felt like I had become a wave, rising and falling with the current.

In a trance, the river was sucked into the divine seal.

When he came back to his senses, there were now a few more Water Vein True Texts on it. Put your consciousness into it, and suddenly feel the water shining in it, and the waves are waving.

At this point, Chang Jin, the law of water veins, has comprehended forty percent.

Water is impermanent, the small can be a ditch or a stream, and the large can be a river or a lake or a sea; Water is amorphous and can be clouds, fog, rain, snow, or ice.

It is estimated that it will take a long time to fully comprehend the law of water veins.

However, he was not in a hurry, with the current true texts, he could already preliminarily fuse the Water Vein Divine Domain.

These days, riots in Junzhou have been raging one after another, although it has not yet affected Wanshan City, but now business travel is blocked, and the streets have begun to become deserted.

Some people saw that something was wrong and subconsciously began to hoard food.

At this time, the two men each walked out of the store carrying half a bag of grain, and the short one scolded and said: "Damn, there is no way to live this day, and the price of grain has risen three times in just one month......

"Who said no, if it goes on like this, people will have to starve to death. The government doesn't care. Another, slightly thinner man responded in front.

"it, haven't you heard that the largest grain store in the city is opened by the concubine of Du Zhifu. The stocky man whispered.

"Damn," the thin man scolded in a low voice when he heard this, "these officials don't care about the lives of our people, and one day they will be caught by the City God, and they will be cut by a thousand ......knives in the underworld."

"I hope so, by the way, how is your second son, is he in good health now?" The short man saw several officials coming towards him, and hurriedly changed the topic.

"Well, I asked for a rune to exorcise evil spirits from Lord Chenghuang, and now it's much better, and you can walk around the ground. I'm still thinking about going to the City God Temple in a few days to make a vow. ”

"Well, this new city god is a miracle, and it is good to say goodbye"

The two of them talked as they drifted away.

Unbeknownst to them, their conversation was heard clearly by two Taoists in the corner teahouse.

Xuan Shang took a sip of tea, frowned slightly, and said, "Senior brother, this evil god must be eradicated as soon as possible." Nowadays, the people of Wanshan Mansion are growing more and more believers. ”

"Yes, I hope that this time Uncle Shi will find a way to knock this evil god off the altar. Xuanfa replied lightly.

"With the help of the government, can it be done?" asked Xuan Shang suspiciously.

"It should be feasible, if ordinary people write an article condemning the city god, it may not be of any use. Du Ruhai is different, he has an official body, and his every move represents the secular government. If this article is told to humanity, it will bring down the punishment of the evil god. At that time, the other party will definitely go to the government to ask questions, and our Taoist Institute can take advantage of the situation, this move is a righteous act, that is, to kill the evil god, and I believe that it will not attract humane backlash. Xuanfa explained in detail.

"I hope so," Xuan Shang replied and drank all the tea in his cup. In the battle with the evil god that day, he was quite devastated, and his mind has not fully recovered until now.

"Little Er, settle the bill" Seeing that the junior brother finished drinking, the Xuanfa Taoist took out a broken silver from his sleeve and put it on the table

"Thank you, the two Taoist chiefs drank the best Maojian, a total of thirty yuan. I'll find you the little one......" The shopkeeper stuffed the silver into his mouth and bit it, then shouted.

"No need, the extra silver will be counted as a reward for you" After speaking, Master Xuan's brother left and ran in the direction of the mansion.

When they arrived at the door, before they could speak, an errand had already greeted them, and saluted respectfully: "I have seen two immortals, I don't know what happened to the two immortals coming to the mansion......?"

Most of the officials on the errand at the door were deeply impressed by the two Taoists, mainly because they were frightened by the arrogance of the other party. Not long ago, the two Dao people forcibly broke into the yamen, pulled the prefect out of the bed, and forced him to recite some sacrificial text.

People don't even pay attention to the prefect, let alone their small fish and shrimp. Once the two Taoists are annoyed, maybe they will directly wave their swords and cut off their heads, and they will all die in vain at that time.

Now when they saw Master Xuan's brother coming, those messengers didn't dare to stop them at all, but hurriedly got out of the way.

"Please also inform Lord Du on your behalf, just say that the disciples of Yuqing Dao came to visit...... "This time, Xuanfa did not intend to break through, but returned the courtesy.

"I can't help it, I can't help it, the fairy is very polite. The little one will go and report to the prefect, ......" The leading messenger hurriedly ran back.

Not long after, Du Ruhai rushed to the door with his master. Four or five zhang away, Du Ruhai's voice sounded: "The two Taoist elders are here, if there is anything to send someone to say hello, I will go directly to Wushan Temple, how can I trouble the two Taoist leaders to come in person, please ......come in quickly."

"Poor Dao Xuanfa (Xuanshang) has seen Master Du"

When he entered the hall, Du Ruhai hurriedly asked his subordinates to bring a pot of good tea. Then he waved his hand to let his subordinates leave, and personally poured tea for the two Taoists.

The appearance of being respectful is a copy of the second child of the store just now. This made Xuan Shang a little disdainful, but he didn't dislike it on his face, and just said softly: "Brother Poor Daoist came this time, and he asked the prefect for help for something, and I hope that the prefect will not refuse." ”

"Well said, well said. But please tell me, as long as I can do it, I will be satisfied. Du Ruhai patted his chest and assured.

"It's not difficult at this time, as long as Master Du writes a sacrificial text. ”

"Another sacrificial text?" Hearing this, Du Ruhai suddenly became depressed. Last time, because of a sacrificial text, I was directly lifted out of the bed, and I was very embarrassed, and I couldn't raise my head for a long time in this mansion.

Now that he heard the word sacrificial text, Du Ruhai was a little numb, and he didn't know what the other party was thinking.

"What, Lord Du refuses to write?" Xuan Shang took a sip of tea, and his tone turned cold.

"Write, of course I'll write, which god will write the sacrifice to this time?" Du Ruhai hurriedly nodded in agreement.