Heavenly Master, I have a different world

"What a troubled time!"

Fang Zheng stood in the backyard of the county government office with his hands behind his back.

There were two corpses placed in front of him. The flesh and skin of the corpses were shriveled, as if they were old corpses, but in fact they had just died.

Several maids and servants fell to their knees and cried bitterly.

"Woo..."

"Master! Madam!"

"Ugh...how could this happen..."

"Crying?" the county government official said angrily:

"What's the use of crying?"

"Are you sure you saw Mr. Meng last night? Has anyone been to Mr. Meng's room at night?"

"Xiao Cui gave it to the master, and the maid gave it to the madam. The master and his wife drank some wine and went to bed early last night." One person replied crying:

"Master and Madam returned to the room, and no one went in again."

"Mr. Meng and Madam sleep in separate rooms?"

"yes."

"always like this?"

"No, just recently."

the other side.

"Your Majesty." Shangguanduo said in a low voice:

"There is no response from the spiritualism. It is obvious that the essence is exhausted and the soul is gone. It must be a ghost."

"Ghost?" Fang Zheng said slowly:

"The county government has a mysterious light magic circle, and there are many government officials who are full of energy and blood. Ordinary ghosts can't even come in, not to mention harming people."

"Master Meng..."

"Peng!"

Before he finished speaking, the backyard door was kicked open, and a group of people rushed over angrily.

The leader, dressed in the official uniform of the Ministry of Justice, glanced at the audience and shouted:

"Who is Fang Zheng?"

"Um?"

Fang Zheng frowned slightly and looked sideways:

"Who is your Excellency?"

"I am Du Xiu, a member of the Criminal Department." Du Xiu looked at him with thick eyebrows and a fierce look on his face:

"Dumou heard that someone in Gu'an County was so bold as to assassinate an official of the imperial court. Could it be you?"

"Yuan Wai Lang?" Fang Zheng nodded, then waved his long sleeves lightly:

"Palm mouth!"

"Yes!" Lu Zhi smiled ferociously, stepped forward, rushed in front of the visitor, and slapped him away.

"you dare?"

"How brave!"

"Snapped!"

The shouts did not stop him from moving, and he slapped Du Xiu firmly on the face, even causing two bloody teeth to appear.

"Founder!"

One person stepped forward and shouted loudly:

"what are you doing?"

"Beating the official of the Ministry of Punishment and showing lawlessness. Could it be that the death of the magistrate of Gu'an County is really related to you."

"Who are you?" Fang Zheng looked confused.

"I..." The visitor paused and gritted his teeth:

"Luofu Xianzong Shi Bumi is now a guest minister of Prince Kang's residence. We have met in Fucheng before."

"Oh!" Fang Zheng suddenly said:

"I remembered that your Excellency is the face of the Green Flower Fairy. It's disrespectful and disrespectful."

"You!" Shi Bumi's expression changed, and the Wuluo martial artist's aura surged out of his body and swept around.

"Changlang..."

The sound of a sword being unsheathed sounded.

There were more than a hundred private soldiers in the field looking at each other, and Yang Meng, who had not spoken a word from beginning to end, also put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

A chilling atmosphere,

The entire county government was instantly enveloped.

Several years have passed, and Yang Meng's cultivation level has also advanced to a perfect level. With the addition of military tactics and battle formations, it is easy to suppress people of the same level.

Shi Bumi felt a chill in his heart, his breath was forcefully forced back into his body, and his complexion turned green and white.

Just the exchange of momentum left him slightly injured.

"This is Gu'an County."

Fang Zheng raised his head and said slowly:

"Fang's place!"

"Here, the dragon will coil up for me and the tiger will lie down for me, unless I am impatient to live."

He looked at the person with his eyes and his voice deepened:

"If you want to die, Fang can make it happen!"

"Plop!"

The invisible pressure made several people's knees weaken and they fell to the ground directly, their faces dripping with sweat.

"snort!"

Fang Zheng hummed softly and looked at Du Xiu, a member of the Criminal Department:

"Yuan Wai Lang is only a sixth-rank official, and Fang is a fifth-rank official. The following is a serious offense. You are so brave."

"Keep slapping!"

"Yes." Lu Zhi grinned and slapped him again.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

After a few slaps, Du Xiu's cheeks bulged high, and nearly half of her teeth were loosened and flew out.

"Founder."

Shi Bumi's cheeks twitched and he spoke in a muffled voice:

"We are here to investigate the truth behind the death of the county magistrate here. You don't want to cause trouble, right?"

"Stop it."

Fang Zheng smiled and waved, and Lu Zhi immediately stopped his slap and kicked the person to the ground.

"Let's catch our heads together."

"Master Fang." Qi Captou, who was asking about the situation, hurried forward and bent down to wait for instructions.

"How's it going?"

"Master Fang, think it's a ghost."

Qi Bao bowed his head and replied:

"Mr. Meng and his wife have been sleeping in separate rooms for the past few days. Someone has heard... there are indecent sounds in both of their rooms."

A room for two?

Indecent sounds?

When everyone heard this, they all had strange expressions on their faces. Mr. and Mrs. Meng were stealing from each other, and yet they were so blatant?

"Ghost..."

Fang Zheng was thoughtful:

"Where have Mr. Meng and his wife been these past few days?"

Not to mention the county government, even if it is the county seat of Gu'an County, it will be difficult to suppress it with thousands of private soldiers from Fangfu.

High probability,

It was because he was contaminated with ghosts and evil spirits outside and was brought back to the county government office.

"Since taking office, Mr. Meng has visited various places in Gu'an County." Qi Captou looked troubled:

"I've been to nearby scenic spots and manor houses in villages and towns, um... I've also been to Ci'en Temple twice."

Um?

Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows.

…………

Ci'en Temple.

It was evening, and the sun was setting in the sky.

The clouds, like burning clouds, covered the mountains and covered everything with a layer of light red.

The temple is shrouded in red clouds, making it look even more holy.

Fang Zheng climbed up the steps and arrived in front of the temple accompanied by several people.

Shi Bumi was also among them.

"Amitabha!"

Yuan Hui clasped her hands together, walked quickly, and greeted her warmly:

"Donor Fang, why are you here at this time? Why don't you inform us in advance so that the poor monk can receive you more easily."

This Master Yuanhui has a thin body but very broad bones. He is probably over two meters tall.

The facial features are kind,

But there was a hideous scar on his face.

The scar does not make him appear vicious, but rather has a kind of compassion that leads to enlightenment after suffering.

"Master Yuanhui."

Fang Zheng returned the salute and asked:

"Is roundness here?"

"There is an evil spirit appearing in the mountains. Abbot Yuanxing went to investigate, but he has not returned yet." Yuan Hui explained:

"Currently, the affairs of Ci'en Temple are temporarily handled by a poor monk. If there is anything inappropriate, I hope the donor will forgive me."

"Don't dare."

Fang Zheng shook his head:

"It's getting late today. It's a bit late to go back to the city. I would like to ask the master to prepare some meditation rooms for rest."

"This..." Yuan Hui hesitated.

"What?" Fang Zheng asked:

"inconvenient?"

"It is indeed inconvenient." Yuan Hui said:

"Donor Fang also knows that Ci'en Temple is under renovation, and there are many craftsmen living there, which may disturb you all."

"No problem." Fang Zheng waved his hand:

"Fang is not that delicate yet."

"And..." Yuan Hui said again:

"There are several guests passing through the temple tonight, and the free meditation room is not enough for so many people."

"Um?"

Fang Zheng chuckled:

"Master, don't you welcome Fang?"

"I don't dare." Yuan Hui waved her hands hastily.

"Then there's no need to shirk." Fang Zheng stepped forward and walked straight into the temple:

"If the Zen room isn't enough, just squeeze in. For martial arts practitioners like us, what can we do even if we haven't slept all night?"

"This..." Yuan Hui laughed dryly:

"That's what Donor Fang said."

Compared with previous days, there are more stone slabs with scriptures engraved on them and chopped wood in the temple courtyard.

Traces of construction can be seen in the corners.

The lamps and candles have been lit in the main hall, and the craftsmen who have been busy all day are holding bowls and eating and drinking under the eaves.

For these craftsmen, Ci'en Temple prepared meat dishes, and the faint smell of meat lingered in the courtyard.

There were some people sitting cross-legged in the hall.

There were novice monks who chanted sutras, businessmen who came to stay overnight and offer incense, and some people from the world.

"snort!"

Shi Bumi glanced at the audience and snorted coldly:

"It's quite lively."

"Ci'en Temple is famous far and wide. Even those in Zhaonan Mansion have probably heard of it." Fang Zheng said:

"People who pass by will come up if they have nothing important to do. This situation is not surprising."

Ci'en Temple is the only temple near Gu'an County.

Seeking a child, worshiping Buddha, marriage...

And so on, whenever people ask for something, the first thing people nearby think of is Ci'en Temple.

And unlike other places, because of the presence of Fang Mansion, the lives of the people in Gu'an County have been relatively stable in recent years.

Prayer is inevitable.

So there is no lack of excitement.

"Fang...Master Fang?"

Among the resting crowd, a pot-bellied businessman left the guard and looked at Fang Zheng with surprise on his face:

"It's really Mr. Fang!"

"Sun Run, the young Sun family of Yufang, met you once with my father a few years ago. I didn't expect to see you here again."

"Yufang?" Fang Zheng nodded:

"Are you the old man's grandson?"

"yes."

"It's so big."

Fang Zheng waved his hand:

"Sit down, don't get up, I'll go take a look at the back."

Unknowingly, he was nearly fifty years old, and the merchants and people in the Jianghu who passed through Gu'an County were now young people in his eyes.

well!

Time waits for no one!

…………

Night comes quickly.

Ci'en Temple, which was noisy during the day, suddenly became quiet, with only the main hall's evergreen lamp still burning.

The full moon hangs high.

The moonlight shines through the window sash and falls on the Buddha statue in the center of the Mahavira Hall.

"I know you want blood food, but you can't do it today. Two Wuluo and a mage came to the temple."

Yuan Hui clasped her hands together and whispered:

"Just be patient for a day and wait until they leave before taking action."

"call……"

A dark wind suddenly rose in the hall.

"It's not that I'm afraid." Yuan Hui seemed to hear something and shook her head slightly:

"It's not necessary."

"And don't underestimate them. Even if you take action personally, you may not be able to suppress them."

"quack……"

The strange laughter rose and fell in the hall, rising and falling, and it sounded a bit like countless people whispering in the ears.

"Even if I help them, what will happen if they are left behind?" Yuan Hui frowned:

"Did you know that Fang Mansion has raised thousands of private soldiers and formed a battle formation? Even martial arts masters have to stay away."

"If we are discovered by them, you and I will have to flee again. Have you forgotten the experience of Jiming Temple?"

"call……"

The dark wind in the hall turned quickly, and then rushed outside the store.

"Amitabha!"

Yuan Hui clasped her hands together, the scar on her face was twisted and became more ferocious, and her eyes were sometimes cold and sometimes unbearable.

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Ugly moments.

At this time, most people were asleep.

A wisp of green smoke drifted into the Zen room through the crack in the door. The green smoke gathered in the sky, and a beautiful shadow slowly formed in it.

Qianying blinked her eyes, looking confused at first, then her face turned charming, she pursed her lips and smiled softly, leaning towards the bed.

"Sir."

A light, soft voice floated into the man on the bed, and the woman leaned towards the man with her scent:

"I hope you have mercy on me."

next door.

The walking woman rubbed her interfering eyes and looked at the visitor. She was startled at first and then showed shyness.

"Senior brother, why are you in my room so late?"

"Junior sister."

The figure swayed and approached the woman.

The facial features on his face were distorted and deformed for a moment, but the woman shyly lowered her head and did not notice it.

"Senior brother, I can't sleep. I want to talk to you?"

"Really just talking?"

"certainly."

The two figures came closer and gradually stuck together.

…………

"Although Yaoxie has certain intelligence, it is difficult to restrain his lust, and his pursuit of blood food will overwhelm everything else."

"Instinct is stronger than reason. This is the fundamental difference between them and humans."

Fang Zheng stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking up at the full moon in the sky.

Tonight's full moon seems to be shrouded in a faint blush, and the red light dances, making people's hearts rise and fall.

If your character is not strong, you may have hallucinations.

"In Jiu Yuanzi's memory, there are ten heavenly demons in the world of cultivation, and each one of them is an extremely powerful master who has achieved Sanxian."

"Although they have different personalities, whether they are bloodthirsty or cruel, they all know how to restrain their minds. Except for their strange bodies, they are no different from humans. The good ones may even be better."

"Cien Temple..."

"This one is obviously not good!"

When he first entered Ci'en Temple, Fang Zheng didn't notice anything strange, but Yuan Hui's excuse made him decide to stay.

It was night time, nothing unusual.

This made him wonder if his guess was wrong, and he felt relieved. After all, he didn't want anything to happen to Ci'en Temple.

but……

The monster here obviously couldn't restrain itself, and finally came out to eat.

Although he chose a Zen room on the edge and was very restrained in his actions, it was difficult to hide from his senses.

"Peng!"

Not far away, the window sash shattered, and Shi Bumi’s figure jumped out:

"monster!"

"You are so brave, you dare to do evil in front of the disciples of Luofu Immortal Sect and seek your own death!"

Zheng……

A flash of light illuminated the entire courtyard.

Sword light!

Minghe Sword Technique!

The Luofu Immortal Sect, also known as the Luofu Sword Sect, is said to have inherited more than 300 sword techniques, including martial arts and techniques.

The Supreme Sword Technique, the Great Zhoutian Star Sword Technique, can even evolve into the Zhoutian Stars. The attack is invincible and the code is indestructible.

Shi Bumi's Minghe Sword Technique is also good. It is taken from two immortal swords, Tiandu and Minghe. The sword technique is sharp and pervasive.

The sword light rises,

The window sash of the house exploded, and a scream suddenly came from inside, and then a ray of Yin Qi was strangled by the sword light.

A ray of Yin Qi swept out of the next room, and if he wanted to escape, he might as well be caught up by a sword Qi that was several feet long.

Beheaded on the spot.

"It hides dirt and harms people's lives."

Shi Bumi stood with his sword in hand and snorted coldly:

"It turns out this is a ghost temple with evil spirits!"

Turning his eyes, he strode towards the main hall, swung his sword casually, and slashed out several sword energy.

The noise was so loud that it alerted others.

"As expected of a true disciple of the Immortal Sect, his strength is much stronger than ordinary Wuluo."

"My lord."

Shangguan Duo also walked out of the room. When he saw this, he commented first and then looked at Fang Zheng:

"What do we do next?"

"Well..." Fang Zheng said in deep thought:

"Send a message to Yang Meng to surround Ding Monk Mountain to prevent evil spirits from escaping to the county seat. Follow me to the main hall."

"yes."

Shangguan responded, took out a wooden plaque from his body, and quickly wrote a few lines of text on it.

These words will be received by Yang Meng at the foot of the mountain through the magic weapon in his hand.

The Great Hall.

The big one,

All-encompassing.

The hero,

Defeat the demons.

The Mahavira Palace means that the Buddha possesses the wisdom of perfect enlightenment and can dominate the world. The word "Bao" in the Palace refers to the Three Treasures of Buddha, Dharma and Sangha.

This is inside the main hall. More than ten monks are sitting cross-legged. Yuan Hui has his hands clasped together and is surrounded by the monks in the center.

A monk said:

"How can a good man or a good woman abide in the mind of anuttara-samyaksambodhi? How can they subdue their mind?"

"..."

"Amitabha." Yuanhui chanted in a low voice:

"In this way, there are countless and boundless sentient beings that are brought to annihilation. In fact, there are no sentient beings that are annihilated. Why? Subhuti, if a Bodhisattva has the appearance of myself, the appearance of a human being, the appearance of living beings, or the appearance of a life-span, then he is not a Bodhisattva."

"Ha..." Shi Bumi walked into the hall and chuckled after hearing the words:

"You slander the Buddha and call yourself a Buddha. You bald donkey is quite courageous. Do you really think you are a Buddha?"

"What is Buddha?"

Yuan Hui raised his head:

"If the worldly people bow down to the clay statues and ask for and wish for in their hearts, if a poor monk can grant them one by one, how can he not become a Buddha?"

"Master has gone astray." Fang Zheng came, accompanied by Shangguan Duo:

"There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering. When you turn around, you can put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Master, let's just let it go."

"Amitabha."

Yuanhui combined the eleven salutes and said:

"It's been a hundred years since Jiming Temple was built. Countless people have kowtowed, but only a few have sincerely worshiped the Buddha."

"Everyone wants nothing more than wealth, power, and longevity. These things..."

"The poor monk wants it too!"

He stood up slowly, the monk's robe flying:

"They pray to the clay Buddha statue, and the poor monk goes to get it by himself. If I am not the Buddha, who is the Buddha?"

"Shameless talk!"

Shi Bumi snorted coldly:

"Since you don't want to be captured without mercy, then just suffer death!"

"Zheng..."

The dazzling sword light instantly illuminated the entire scene.

The sword light was like flowing water, penetrating all around, instantly surrounding Yuan Hui, and strangled him crazily with infinite sword energy.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

There was a crash and sparks flew everywhere.

"Uh-huh!"

Shi Bumi pulled away and backed away, his face uncertain.

Yuan Hui still stood in the field, his body glowed with pure golden light, and his skin and flesh were as if they were made of gold.

Facing the Minghe Sword, he was unscathed!

more than,

Even the cassock on his body was intact.

"Dharma body of King Vajra Ming!"

Shi Bumi's cheek muscles twitched:

"You have actually cultivated to this level?"

"Good, good." Yuanhui combined the eleven salutes:

"The donor's sword skills are superb, but his strength is a little lacking. He couldn't even cut through the seven-desire cassock of the poor monk. It's a pity."

"Also take the poor monk's move."

"Peng!"

Before he could finish his words, the ground beneath his feet, which was protected by hard rock, exploded, and he punched violently.

The main hall is spacious, and even if there are hundreds of people inside, it will not feel crowded at all.

but.

As Fang Hui clenched his fist and punched it out, the huge hall seemed to become extremely cramped, unable to accommodate even a single fist.

"ah!"

Shi Bumi opened his eyes angrily, his spiritual light flashed, and the powerful talisman, the divine movement talisman, and the mysterious light amulet were all activated.

moment,

The aura in his body surged, and the sword in his hand emitted an unprecedented aura, thrusting towards the incoming fist.

"boom!"

A deafening roar echoed in the ears, the floor of the hall shattered and flew, and smoke and dust filled the air.

In chaos.

Shangguan Duo only saw two figures intersecting and colliding in the air, and then Shi Bumi vomited blood and fell back.

how come?

Shi Bumi actually fell behind?

He is a Wuluo martial artist from the Luofu Immortal Sect. He has a top inheritance and is completely different from Wuluo, a casual cultivator.

"ah!"

At this time, a scream made Shangguan regain his god.

But I saw the monks sitting cross-legged in the main hall, their bodies twitching crazily as if they were suffering from epilepsy.

at the same time.

Wisps of blood formed by essence emerged from their bodies, like silk threads, and were thrown towards the cassock on Yuan Hui's body.

In the blink of an eye.

The monks in the temple turned into withered bones.

However, Yuan Hui's damaged cassock was restored to its original state, and even his face was glowing red.

"boom!"

Yuan Hui's feet stepped on the ground, and the true energy surged out of his body like a tsunami, turning into a vajra shadow behind him.

King Kong glared angrily, staring at the three people in the field.

"Transform into shape with gas!"

"Peak without leakage!"

Shi Bumi's expression changed drastically, he roared wildly and waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword light spread all over the place instantly.

While Yuan Hui was resisting the sword light, he turned and left:

"Fang Zheng, I leave this place to you!"

"you……"

Looking at Shi Bumi's fleeing figure in stunned silence, Shangguan Duo felt that his common sense had collapsed.

Luofu Immortal Sect...

One of the Three Paths and Four Sects!

The top sect in the spiritual world!

As a casual cultivator, Shangguan Duo knew that cultivation was difficult, he was envious of the great sect of the Immortal Sect, and he was even more in awe of the other party's strength.

now,

But when he saw a Luofu Immortal Sect running away without any leaks, the faith in his heart seemed to collapse on the spot.

With his thoughts turning, his eyes swept over Fang Zheng, who had remained calm throughout, but he saw a hint of disdainful sneer in his eyes.

Um?

wrong!

Shangguan Duo narrowed his eyes and reacted instantly.

The method used to confuse others and swallow the essence and blood in the meditation room just now was weird and sinister, and the manipulation of ghosts was even more mysterious. It was obvious that the person behind it was very powerful.

but,

That method is completely different from Yuan Hui.

Although Yuan Hui is as mad as a demon, his golden light is pure, his true energy is vast, and his strength is unparalleled.

This kind of open and close, masculine and fierce force is definitely not the only one who can control the strange and changeable ghosts.

That is to say...

There is another master in Ci’en Temple!

and,

Maybe he can't compare to the one in the main hall in a head-on confrontation, but when it comes to changes in methods, he's probably far better.

Those beings must be even more difficult to deal with!

"Donor Fang."

Yuan Hui's body was wrapped in golden light, and her true energy turned into the virtual form of an angry-eyed Vajra. She approached step by step against the light of many swords:

"Please enlighten me."

"Easy to say."

Fang Zheng put one hand behind his back and stretched the other hand forward with a calm expression:

"please!"

"good!"

Yuan Hui roared, the golden light on his body suddenly became brighter, and the angry-eyed Vajra behind him stepped forward and clenched his fist with five fingers to punch hard.

The Xu Xiang was about ten feet tall, and his fist was as big as a millstone. Before the fist hit, a strong wind was already roaring in the field.

Shangguan Duo felt his breathing stagnant, and the next moment he took a step back, his heart even more worried.

"Bang..."

A crashing sound like a bell sounded in my ears.

Founder stood upright in the field, with five feet of Gang Jin appearing around his body. The Gang Jin rotated around his body, with thunder leaping inside.

It seems like...

A giant thunderball shield.

The Vajra Void Prime's fist hit it, and the shield only slightly dented inward, before being bounced away.

"Five feet and one inch of strength!"

Shangguan Duo's breathing was rapid, his heart was beating wildly, and he could feel the blood all over his body, almost roaring.

How can it be?