Wutong soon arrived at the Chishui, and after meeting Bi Xuan of the Shenshui Palace in the living room, he followed a gang to the room arranged for him.

Although the Qingdao man expelled the residual demonic energy in his body for him, the demonic energy of the Diyuan Demon was also very erosive on his body, and he needed a relatively quiet place to heal his injuries.

When he was walking in the corridor, he suddenly heard a conversation, mixed with a little girl sobbing, Wutong was curious, and when he walked outside the room where the sound came from, he glanced inside through the open window, just a glance, and his eyes could no longer be taken away.

I saw that in the small hall, a girl in green and a girl in yellow were sitting together, the two girls were white-skinned and beautiful, and the curve of the girl in yellow was still full, and the pear blossoms on her face were with a hint of poignant, and the sycamore was a little distracted.

The girl in green patted the girl in yellow on the shoulder from time to time, obviously comforting her, while a thin old man sat opposite the two women.

The old man held a pen in his hand, looked up from time to time to ask something, and then drew two strokes on the paper on the table, and a lean man next to him stood behind the old man and watched.

Wutong was deaf and clear-sighted, and after listening to a few words, he understood a general idea, the old man in it was a painter, and he was listening to the description of the two girls painting a portrait of a certain person.

Wutong was fascinated by the posture of the two girls, although there are also female disciples in their door, but they are completely separated on weekdays, and they can't be contacted at all, they have been practicing martial arts for many years, and they have been in contact with the big men, and since the first time they went down the mountain, it was the first time they met such a charming and lovely woman, and he couldn't help but be moved.

"Shaoxia, the one inside is my Chishui Hall Master Chen. When the gang saw Sycamore stopping, they spoke.

Wutong's eyes suddenly lit up, this just gave him an excuse to go in, and it was also appropriate to come here and visit the master.

He took the opportunity to tell the gang about this, and the gang immediately went in to report to Chen Tang, who was looking at the gradually forming portrait of the character on the table behind the painter, heard the gang report, his face moved slightly, and he hurriedly welcomed Wutong in.

After Chen Tang and Wutong exchanged a few words of courtesy, Wutong was curious: "I don't know why the girl over there is so sad?"

"It's a long story. ”

Chen Tang glanced at You'er on the side, shook his head and sighed lightly, and told Wutong about You'er.

“...... My brother was killed, and my brother disappeared on the Chishui, it's really ......" Chen Tang didn't know what to say when he said this, and said half-loudly: "I asked people to draw a portrait of that Huang Gongzi, and let the gang distribute it to the ships to help find it. ”

Hearing that You'er's brother was also from Xianwumen, and he was also killed at the hands of demons, Wutong felt a sense of sympathy in his heart, and his gaze at You'er softened a little.

Chen Tang, as the hall master of the No. 1 gang in Cangzhou, already belongs to the level where he can understand the existence of demons.

Wutong sighed softly when he heard the end, and then suddenly saw the old painter stand up and shouted to Chen Tang: "Hall Master, the painting has been painted, you can see if there is anything that needs to be changed." ”

When Chen Tang heard it, he said no, and strode over, Wutong intended to contact You'er, so he followed behind.

Wutong walked to the table and crossed the faces of the two women, but only Qiao Luoer raised her head and glanced at him, showing a shy smile and nodding to say hello, while You'er kept staring at the portrait and did not move, which made him regret it in his heart.

"Well, yes, so be it, take it down and copy a hundred copies urgently. ”

Chen Tang looked at Huang Qi on the paper, although he was only seven or eight points similar to a real person, it was enough to find someone.

Swish!!

A hand suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, snatching the portrait from his hand.

Chen Tang was stunned, turned his head to look, and saw that the originally warm face of the sycamore was grasping the portrait and staring at it at the moment, his hands trembling and his face twisted and tangled.

There was anger on his face, but more fear on his face.

"What are you doing!"

You'er saw that Wutong was rudely grasping Huang Qi's portrait in his hand, and the corners were scratched, and he couldn't use it. Her eyes immediately turned red, she scolded angrily, and reached out to take the portrait back, but was easily dodged by Sycamore.

It was too easy for an innate martial artist to hide from her, an ordinary girl.

Wutong looked at the portrait, then stared at You'er, gritted his teeth and spit out two words: "Demon!"

The character on this portrait is clearly the demon who instructed the Earth Yuan Demon in Mingjing Lake and brutally killed his Senior Brother Yun.

Looking at the lifelike Huang Qi on the portrait, the scene of the tragic death of the senior brother immediately appeared in front of him, and Wutong burst out in an instant.

Several people were suddenly startled, because Wutong's expression at the moment was really hideous and distorted, like a beast, and You'er, who was stared at by him with cannibalistic eyes, couldn't help but turn pale.

"It turned out to be a demon girl!"

Wutong took out a bright long sword from the void with a snort, and the sword on the sword skyrocketed, and he directly cut off the head at You'er, who was pale!

"Brother!"

Yu'er closed her eyes and couldn't help shouting.

............

Huang Qi walked into the door, his heart suddenly jumped, he looked around in doubt, and found that no one was secretly spying on him, and after secretly saying a strange word, he shook his head and continued to walk in the back of the crowd.

Where he is at the moment is a temple built by the river, and the gods of this group of temples are the Cangjiang Water Monarch who has just emerged.

This is a dragon king temple, there are quite a lot of believers, and the common people who come to worship the gods abound.

The temple is brand new, the red walls and green tiles are quite bright, obviously not built for long, the inside is very large, entering the gate is a square, a copper furnace more than two meters high in the center, from time to time someone puts the lit Buddha incense into it, and the thick green smoke rises straight to the sky.

Huang Qi's gaze followed the green smoke upward, an invisible white cloud was covering the top of the Dragon King Temple, every time a person put the Buddha incense in his hand into the furnace with a sincere face, a wisp of white gas would be differentiated from the top of his head, and it would merge into the cloud qi, making it continue to grow quietly.

This cloud is formless and indiscriminate, and cannot be captured by the naked eye, so looking at it, there is a faint hint of elusive mystery, as if it has another wonderful use.

"A mere Diyuan demon dares to blatantly steal the luck of the imperial court. Huang Qi looked at the invisible cloud in the air, his eyes were cold.

That cloud qi is actually a certain manifestation of luck.

Since ancient times, the monarchy and divine power are not mutually relevant, and the monarch of this mansion has taken advantage of the fact that mortals do not understand the practice of the matter, and the manifestation means of pretending to be gods and ghosts, and gradually erecting divine power, and over time, these people's reverence for the gods will be greater than that of the imperial court, and they will become mobs who do not obey the royal law, which will seriously affect the stable rule of the imperial court.

This is called stealing luck.

Although Qi Luck is intangible and substantial, it is a great supplement for cultivation for some demons, and it is because of the method of cultivating with the help of Qi Luck that Nafu Jun built the Dragon King Temple here.

Huang Qi came here this time precisely to find out the prince.

That Shuifu is located at the bottom of the Cangjiang River, and there is a large array to guard it, so it is really troublesome to go down, so he decided to come here to catch the Fujun.

He retracted his gaze, strode towards the temple with a folding fan and a negative hand, crossed the high threshold, and saw a three-meter-high statue of the dragon head god, the statue was tall and solemn, and next to it stood two hideous-looking yakshas, and in front of them was a row of futons, on which a group of people were kowtowing and worshipping God.

As soon as Huang Qi walked in, the bright-eyed Miao Zhu noticed that he was obviously different from ordinary people, and secretly said a fat sheep in his heart, and hurriedly greeted him, saying: "This pilgrim, I don't know if he came to worship God and petition, or to ask for a sign?"

"Asking for a lot?"

Huang Qi squinted slightly, and looked in the direction that Miao Zhu pointed to - a middle-aged man was sitting in the southeast corner, with a bucket and other things in front of him.

From time to time, a person left with a happy face, and then inserted a stick of incense in front of the statue, and a wisp of white gas that was obviously much thicker rose up with the green smoke.

"The hexagram of the wind chief is extremely accurate, but it is famous far and wide, and many people come here to seek the hexagram of the Taoist. ”

Seeing that Miao Zhu attracted Huang Qi's attention, he was overjoyed in his heart, and said in his mouth: "If the son is interested, he can also be counted as a hexagram." ”

"Oh, is it really so accurate?" Huang Qi looked at the middle-aged man sitting there covered in black air, and said lightly: "Then I really want to give it a try." ”

With that, he walked straight to the middle-aged man.

"A thousand daughters?" Before the people sitting there could finish counting, Huang Qi sat next to him and spoke.

Originally, the person who asked the hexagram was a poor scholar, and the clothes on his body were full of traces of sewing, and he was originally hearing the key point, but he was suddenly full of anger after being suddenly interrupted by Huang Qi, and was about to have a seizure, when he suddenly heard a snap, and looked at it, and was dumbfounded.

"Don't ask about the rich, don't you ask, you should get rich when you meet this son today, take this gold. Huang Qi took out a huge ingot of gold from his arms and smashed it on the table, and without looking at it, he faced the man next to him.

The scholar was dumbfounded, seeing that Huang Qi didn't seem to be joking, and he didn't care that the wind chief had explained the hexagram, so he grabbed the gold and ran away.

He originally came here to seek wealth, but now he got such a big ingot of gold out of thin air, and the goal has been achieved, if he doesn't leave, when will he stay?

The face of the wind chief was a little tangled, and the people who asked for the sign were all the types that they had selected to be easier to satisfy, such as fishermen who wanted to have a good harvest, and poor people who wanted to get rich.

For these people, it is only necessary to pretend to designate a certain time and place for the fishermen to expel the fish, while the poor people who seek wealth bury gold or something for the other party to dig out.

In doing so, the reputation of the Dragon King Temple can be spread and the number of believers will increase, and those who have received tangible benefits will support the Dragon King more and become loyal believers.

Fortune plunders even faster.

Now Huang Qi has lightly destroyed a planned object, which makes the wind chief really depressed.

"Childe is here to ask for a sign?" he still smiled.

"It's written on it. Huang Qi's folding fan gently tapped the text panel on the table, and said lightly: "But I see that friend just now doesn't look like he can afford to pay the hexagram." ”

Feng Dao Chang smiled and said: "Gongzi doesn't know, my hexagram gold is divided into two kinds, the first is this thousand taels of gold, and the scholar pays the second kind - a pious worship in front of the dragon king." If Childe can also kowtow piously in front of the Dragon King, Lao Dao will naturally be able to count a hexagram for Childe for free. ”

"You want me to kowtow to him?" Huang Qi chuckled. "Can he take it?"

When the wind chief heard this, his face changed suddenly, his eyes were cold, and his voice turned cold: "Childe must not speak in vain, you must know that there are gods three feet above your head, your words and deeds, the gods can see them, and it is not a good thing to anger the gods." ”

"Really?" Huang Qi grinned, "If you say that, then I really want to try." ”

The air duct chief was stunned.

What does it mean?

Then he widened his eyes and looked at Huang Qi like a madman.

Because I saw the handsome and elegant Huang Qi suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Dragon King! I x your mother!!"

The loud voice spread throughout the temple, and everyone stopped their original movements and looked in the direction of Huang Qi in amazement.

Wind Path Chief's face twitched, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Huang Qi tremblingly, and said, "...... You...... You!!"

His voice trembled, and he didn't know whether it was anger or fear.

"Alas, didn't you say that there are gods three feet above your head, and reckless words will make the gods angry?" Huang Qi raised his eyebrows and said, "What about the Dragon King's wrath? Why haven't I felt it yet?" Or is the scolding not ruthless enough?"

Speaking of this, Huang Qi seemed to feel justified, so he raised his head and shouted again: "Dragon King!!I x your ancestors of the eighteenth generation!!"

As soon as these words came out, all the people who worshiped incense suddenly rioted, and the invisible cloud above the temple instantly subsided a lot.

Insulting the gods in temples without receiving any punishment will naturally seriously shake the majesty of the gods and reduce their luck.

Seeing this, the wind chief suddenly knew that something was wrong, he himself would also have some superficial qi viewing techniques, otherwise he couldn't sit here and fool people, knowing that if Huang Qi was allowed to roar like this again, the luck that he had stolen with great difficulty would be completely over, and the prince would definitely swallow him alive.

He stood up suddenly, pointed at Huang Qi's nose in front of everyone's eyes and said: "Bold fanatics, dare to wantonly insult the Dragon King's God, this Dao sees that your Yin Tang is black, black with purple, obviously you can't live for a moment, and you don't quickly kowtow to the Dragon King to atone for your sins, in order to survive!"

Huang Qi just chuckled, then opened his mouth and shouted, "Dragon King!

The Wind Path Leader glared angrily and yelled, "Yaksha, please!"

Suddenly, the statue of the dragon king was full of golden light, and the people shouted in surprise, and when the golden light disappeared, the two yaksha statues on the side of the dragon king had disappeared, and they were replaced by two tall yaksha with muscular knots and hideous faces standing in front of Huang Qi.

"The Dragon King has appeared!"

I don't know who screamed first, and suddenly Hula fell to his knees.