Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 449 The government and the public are shocked (please vote for me)

In the hall, several great masters were still discussing.

Li Yuan took a piece of fruit and gnawed it, thinking about it in his heart.

Two Dharma masters can bury and kill the master of one path, the nine Dharma masters, plus gods such as Fayin boy, the four diamonds of blood, flesh, tendons and bones, and the five Jialan of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

The power of the Evil God Sect is simply much more terrifying than the imperial court and the Five Great Dao Sects.

But in fact, as far as he knows, the Evil God Sect has always been suppressed and beaten for more than a thousand years, or even earlier. This is the position.

This made him feel somewhat strange...

He waited until Fang Sanyun, Dading Zen Master and others left to ask about the doubts in his heart.

"What do you think the Evil God Cult is?"

After hearing Li Yuan's inquiry, Long Yingchan asked back.

"this……"

"Stop playing charades!"

Long Xixiang frowned and interrupted, and Nie Xianshan was also dissatisfied. Both of them also hated the old guy's way of speaking.

"Cough~"

Long Yingchan coughed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"The gods of the evil religion, whether they are Dharma masters, boys, vajras, or masters, are ultimately human beings."

Nie Xianshan opened his mouth to explain:

"The foundation of the Evil God Religion is the method of worshiping gods. This method has the ability to prolong life, absorb incense, and protect the soul.

Therefore, for thousands of years, there have been many top masters who have joined in before and after their death. Over time, there have been as many Mao Gods as there are today. "

Li Yuan nodded to express his understanding.

Most of the masters of the Evil God Sect come from outside the sect, and rebellious people like the Red Flame Dragon King have been everywhere for thousands of years.

"You ask, there are so many Mao gods in the Evil God Religion, and they should be extremely powerful. Why are they suppressed by us, suppressed and driven by the imperial court?"

Seeing Li Yuan nodding, Nie Xianshan didn't show off:

"Nothing but incense."

"Incense?"

Li Yuan's heart moved slightly.

"Is it a simple matter to reverse life and death?"

Nie Xianshan sneered: "Rituals, extending life, maintaining one's own existence, and even coming to reality, each one requires incense."

“Lots of incense!”

Long Xixiang added:

"Limited by the incense, most of the hundreds of hairy gods in the Evil God Sect are in an immortal sleep, and only a handful can walk outside."

Unable to walk in the world, but still needing incense to maintain it. Is this the reason why the imperial court can suppress the evil sect?

"No wonder..."

Li Yuan felt somewhat clear in his heart.

He thought for a moment, and there seemed to be only a few Mao Shen walking around.

"There are hundreds of hairy gods, but only a few are available."

Long Yingchan spoke calmly: "The Thousand-Eyed Old Ghost calls himself the Dharma Master, but for more than a thousand years, he has to fight in person every time he fights."

Gee, thinking about it this way, it seems a bit unscrupulous.

Li Yuan felt a little relieved.

"If there is no court, it doesn't matter how many evil gods there are. If the temple is sealed off, they will all starve to death without taking any action."

Long Xixiang sat down, took a piece of fruit from the table and gnawed:

"If the Evil God Cult is really powerful, then we should be the ones hiding underground right now."

Nie Xianshan took a few steps:

"The imperial court raised evil gods, and these evil gods were, to some extent, completely suppressed by the imperial court. Most of the demise of the dynasties before the Universiade was related to the evil god religion."

The Evil God Cult is both strong and weak.

Such an idea popped into Li Yuan's mind. It was a bit strange, but also felt very appropriate.

"You only saw the two great dharma masters of the Evil God Cult ambushing and killing Wei Tianzuo. But in more than a thousand years, and even in recorded history, the nine great dharma masters have taken action together only once."

Long Yingchan pinched his long eyebrows and said expressionlessly: "The imperial court must give an explanation for the death of Wei Tianzuo."

The court is resting its spirits.

But ultimately, these temples are within their sphere of influence. They can block them, but they can also bulldoze them.

However, several Taoist sects were unwilling to touch the incense unless it was absolutely necessary. Many years ago, due to the establishment of temples for incense, there were dangerous all-out wars between the Taoist sect and the imperial court.

"There may not be any explanation."

Long Xixiang is not optimistic:

"The thousand-eyed old ghost is the head of the Dharma Master, and all the hair gods are controlled by him. Can the court still hand him over?"

"Then fight!"

Nie Xianshan's tone was very irritating, his soldiers were not going smoothly and he was having troubles, and he was very angry.

"Easier said than done."

Long Yingchan glared at him.

The imperial court is not only the nominal co-owner, but also the largest sect in the world. If you start a war with it, the chances of winning are high or low. Even if you win, how many people will die?

What's more, it's hard to say whether those companies want to fight or not.

"Let's break up!"

Nie Xianshan wanted to say something else, but Long Yingchan waved his hand and started to chase people away, which made him feel quite annoyed.

"Disciple resigns."

Li Yuan bowed and said goodbye.

Nie Xianshan and Long Xixiang also handed over their hands and turned to leave.

Woo~

Shortly after the few people left, Long Yingchan took a deep breath and suddenly cupped his hands behind him.

In the side hall, the little tiger cub walked out slowly. She stayed there for most of the day, listening to these old guys rip off their skin for a long time.

She was a little annoyed at first, but then she suddenly felt much better.

Not only does she have this kind of virtue in Star Reaching Tower, but the Five Great Dao Sect is not much better either...

"Made Master Qin laugh."

Long Yingchan asked this person to sit down, um, squat down.

"If you fight, count me in."

Qin Shixian was quick and decisive, whether it was the court or the Evil God Sect, she would fight every one she saw.

She killed the master of the imperial court, and she also killed Mao Shen of the Evil God Sect.

"...Thank you, Lord Qin."

The two junior brothers were already reckless, and this one was even more important. Long Yingchan couldn't help pinching his eyebrows, calmed down, and then said:

"Master Qin, may I ask your ancestor, are you still okay?"

Qin Shixian glanced at him:

"Dead."

"My condolences, sir."

Long Yingchan couldn't see any expression on the tiger's face, but such a straightforward answer looked like a lie.

Qin Yun is still alive?

"The dignified master of a sect was ambushed in the wilderness and nailed to a mountain wall... The Five Great Dao Sect didn't even have this temperament, which really disappointed Qin!"

Qin Shixian shook his head and had no intention of lingering.

She was too lazy to pay attention to these nagging old guys, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad.

How did those legendary heroes who could conquer the world with just a wave of their arms do it?

"..."

Long Yingchan handed him off, feeling a little funny in his heart.

This person has improved a lot compared to last time, and he knows how to motivate generals...

"If Qin Yun is not dead."

After turning this thought in his mind, Long Yingchan's mind became a little lively. If so, then many problems would not be a problem.

That was an unparalleled murderer who stood up to the Nine Great Dharma Masters, Wan Zhuliu, Wu Yingxing and others, and killed three in and out of the imperial capital.

After the First World War, the world was at peace for fifty years.

If only he could do it again...

…

"Aren't you going to meet Long Yingchan?"

In the night, the little tiger cub walked slowly, asking questions in his heart.

"It's not yet time."

The old man was still thinking about something and replied casually after hearing the words.

"Not yet?"

Qin Shixian frowned.

"These old ghosts from the Evil God Sect can't scare Long Yingchan. This young monk has a deep palace and his martial arts skills are not bad."

The old man looked back at the main hall of Longhu Temple with a faint look in his eyes.

"He may not be much stronger than Wei Tianzuo, right?"

Qin Shixian was a little dissatisfied. In the old man's words, she was not yet 'just okay'.

"You underestimated him."

The old man sighed in his heart. Apart from her talent in martial arts, this girl really couldn't compare with Long Yingchan.

"Um?"

Qin Shixian's heart moved slightly.

"In this generation of the Five Great Dao Sect, there are only two people who are decent. Yuan Qing is one of them, and Long Yingchan is the second."

The old man paused: "That Long Xixiang seems to be okay."

"Yeah?"

Qin Shixian was doubtful. Why didn't she see that besides being shameless, what else was outstanding about these two old monks?

"Wait a little longer."

The old man didn't speak clearly, which made Qin Shixian feel itchy:

"What are you waiting for?"

"No rush."

The old man smiled:

"When he begs me, well, I guess it won't be a few days."

"Um?"

Qin Shixian frowned inwardly. Who can scare people who can't be scared by the Evil God Sect?

"Wan Zhuliu?"

she asked tentatively.

The old man said nothing.

…

…

Danshan Prefecture, Bamei Mountain.

Phew~

The hurricane roared, blowing sand and rocks for dozens of miles. A majestic sky-diving boat like a city stretched across the sky, and a huge shadow flowed down, covering a large area of ​​​​the mountain range.

Wan Zhuliu walks in the air.

He glanced at the ruins-like land, and his eyes fell on the mountain wall.

The sword energy flattened the nearby mountains, and the old man with messy hair was nailed to the mountain wall. Strangely, there was not a drop of blood.

"Wei Tianzuo, just die like this?"

Wang Jin came slowly, glanced around, and suddenly became unhappy:

"Such a strong scent of incense? How much incense did this old ghost spend?!"

"Wei Tianzuo still has some accomplishments. It's not that easy to kill him..."

Wan Zhuliu pressed his eyebrows gently, his mind uniting with the heaven and earth. In a trance, he seemed to have seen the shocking battle that happened here before.

"So much incense, just to kill Wei Tianzuo?"

Wan Zhuliu also frowned.

This is enough for Duntian Zhoufei to take him for half a year...

"Damn, bastard!"

He just frowned, and Wang Jin couldn't help but cursed:

"When I return to Beijing this time, I must report to His Majesty to reduce the popularity of these old ghosts!"

Wan Zhuliu said nothing, still sensing the collision between one person and two evil gods.

Wang Jin vented his anger and felt strange again:

"Why did he want to kill Wei Tianzuo? For Changhong Yiqi Sword?"

Massive amounts of incense, severe injuries from the Sword Spirit Master, and added injuries to oneself, all just for the sake of a fateful mysterious weapon that could not be suppressed for too long and could not recognize its master?

Xuan Bing does not recognize the dead, this is recognized by the world.

"It should have a different purpose."

Wan Zhuliu's heart moved slightly. He flicked his sleeves and took out the Great Sun Supervisor Sky Mirror. A cloud of fog rose up, followed by light and shadow.

"His Majesty!"

The two of them bowed their hands in greeting.

"Zhuliu, Commander Wang."

In the bronze mirror, Emperor Qian's voice came:

"Wei Tianzuo is dead?"

Phew~

The cold wind blew over the mountain wall, and Wei Tianzuo's body was shaken, turning into powder and falling rustlingly.

"Dead."

Wan Zhuliu replied.

"Damn it!"

Emperor Qian was angry, but quickly calmed down:

"Zhuliu, bring him to see me!"