Chapter 77: The Qi Operation Folds, How Can It Be Endured?

  At this time, someone came to visit. It was the county's Zhong Shu, Zhong Kui. Although Zhong Kui was only a hundred-stone official appointed by the county magistrate, he was the county magistrate's confidant and private person. With great power and responsibility, even the county lieutenant did not dare to treat him lightly, forcing himself to suppress his fatigue to receive the guest.

  But then he heard that Zhu Bo had petitioned the prefectural governor about the matter and didn't want to implicate the land god.

  At that time, I was already unhappy. Rushing around for two days and one sleepless night, I was already exhausted. Originally, I thought this Zhongzhuan had some important official business, but it turned out he just wanted to plead on behalf of that little god. So I said: "I've already ordered someone to destroy that temple!"

  "What?" Master Thin heard this and was shocked, saying: "Sir, you don't know that the land has a spirit that can guarantee an output of 1,000 catties per mu?"

  At another time, the county lieutenant could still think clearly about what it means to produce a thousand catties per mu. But at this moment, he was exhausted and his spirit was oppressed by the evil energy, making his thoughts duller. How could he possibly think of what it means to produce a thousand catties per mu?

  He coldly laughed and sent this weak and timid master away.

  Zhu Bao walked out of the county lieutenant's courtyard and saw the wutong tree under the moon, its clear light like water. He couldn't help but sigh: "Even if the Son of Heaven heard about a thousand jin of grain being produced per mu, he would also take it as a good omen and respect its divine spirit."

  The county governor was originally dead, it's a great sin. Why not report this auspicious sign, at least it can offset it. The county lieutenant doesn't know to use this as an excuse for escaping punishment, instead he destroyed the land and offerings. This is self-destruction!

  It's also because this county official was destined to die, originally dizzy and confused, and now with declining luck. How could he listen to such good advice?

  In a daze, I refused and fell asleep again in a stupor.

  Under the moonlight, a person suddenly appeared with an extremely unpleasant expression. He asked Master Thin: "Is it true that things are going as they should for you?"

  Under the moonlight, his face was as pale as death. This startled Master Wu so much that he jumped up, and after a while, he finally recognized him: "It's you, Mr. Wu, what brings you here?"

  This man was none other than Wu Hua, the Taoist priest. He gazed at Zhong Jun and brought out a pleading expression: "Sir, I've heard what you said to the official... Is this matter true?"

  He suddenly understood: "So you're also involved in this. It's no wonder, you're a Taoist priest, and this matter can't be done without you! You're really so confused... Alas!"

  That forbidden master listened, a chill sank to the bottom of his heart. He had Taoist techniques on him, and also had official aura protection. Spanning two worlds, although the official position was not great, but the power and responsibility were extremely heavy, and the status was extremely high.

  There were many magical skills, and at that time, after the collapse of the god statue, I felt that something was wrong. Seeing the county guard's aura suddenly lose more than half, my heart was already drumming.

  After returning, seeing his own luck, he was even more heartbroken. Seeing that he was not much better off than the county official, he couldn't sleep at midnight and turned to this place, but heard the words of the chief clerk, and his heart sank to the bottom of his feet.

  "It's just a somewhat youthful deity, now is the Qi... gentleman also can't protect him." The forbidden master Wu Hua muttered to himself.

  "You're really muddled. Haven't you ever thought about what it means to have a yield of 1,000 jin per mu?" Master Thin was fed up with Iron not becoming steel.

  Wu Hua said: "It's just this spirit, born from the power of the gods..."

  Although it is said so, it's just a tough talk, but in his heart, he has a faint feeling that something is wrong.

  "Go and use your magic to bring it out for me!" The Prime Minister said angrily: "This is an auspicious sign, a sign that will shock the Son of Heaven."

  "Ah..." Dao Jin Shi was still a bit confused and didn't quite understand the reasoning behind it.

  The host suddenly stamped his foot and said: "Forget it, I can't interfere with your affairs. Good luck to you!"

  As soon as he saw Master Thin leave, Wu Hua was blown by the night wind and shivered with a chill, suddenly feeling that his mind had completely cleared up.

  Suddenly realized the situation was so precarious, if that Mu thousand jin was really considered by the emperor, by the court as a auspicious sign. Then Liu Bu would be considered by the court as a orthodox great god.

  And yet, he dares to lay hands on the great god of orthodoxy...

  This time there was no wind, but the forbidden master still couldn't help but shiver with a chill.

  "No wonder my luck has been so bad lately. Even my magic is not working properly. I must think of a way to save myself." The Daoist thought to himself, he didn't want to die like the county official, in such an unclear and uncertain manner.

  Thinking of this, he already deeply resented that county magistrate. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have ended up harming himself to such an extent!

  Circling around the big tree, he couldn't think of a way out for a while. Until the forbidden master suddenly stopped and thought to himself, perhaps the land god hasn't dissipated yet?

  Yes, how come I didn't think of that. Since the land god has the ability to produce auspicious signs, can it be so easily plotted by people like us and lose its aura?

  At this thought, his eyes lit up and he had an idea. He didn't bother with anything else and hastily left the county temple.

  Although it was late at night, the county temple's main gate had already been closed. However, Daoist Master had many special privileges, including the right to go out at night. It was convenient for communicating with ghosts and gods.

  All along the way out of the county temple, regardless of the consequences, he was again lifted by the gatekeeper with a basket and taken out of the county.

  Turning back to look, the city's lights are resplendent. Yet within this seemingly prosperous city, there is another layer of city walls.

  They seem to overlap with each other, yet they are clearly distinct. Each exists independently.

  "Today might be the last time I see this view!" he sighed.

  Turning back, countless wild ghosts outside the city rushed over, seeing him, they all showed crazy resentment and greedy expressions.

  "Alas, these ghosts used to flee as far as they could when they saw me, but now they regard me as a plump piece of meat."

  It's all self-torment in my heart, I never thought that this turn of events would make me lose face to the point where even these ghosts and monsters look down on me!

  What a great hatred!

  He drew out a French sword and wiped it casually with his hand, leaving a trail of fresh blood on the blade.

  The sword flashed with a loud hum, emitting a scorching hot blood aura. Taking large strides forward, he directly beheaded any ghostly creature in his sight.

  After a long and arduous journey, he finally arrived at Fenglai Mountain when the sky was almost bright. His spiritual power had been severely depleted, but after checking around, he still couldn't find any trace of the land god.

  The desolate mountain is quiet, the remaining spiritual realm still exists, but it's like a ravaged ruin. Has the land god really fallen?

  In the midst of Su Shan, last night's dense fog-shrouded place was only visible with wild smoke and weeds. A stone temple on top had long been covered in vines, probably if not for these vines playing a fixed role, I'm afraid this temple would have collapsed.

  Behind it is a slightly raised, two or three zhang high circular earth mound. The surrounding area is planted with cypress trees, all of which are towering and thick, even in the daytime, blocking out all sunlight and appearing dark and gloomy.

  After the yin and yang transformation, the ghostly realm dissipated, revealing a desolate landscape of withered grass and an ancient abandoned mound.