Chapter 261: Half a Roast Chicken, Weird, Puppet, Dragon King Cult

"It's over. It's all over."

The residents of Heishui Town looked at the completely destroyed Dragon King Temple with despair in their eyes.

Amid the flying wood chips, Yi Chen stood still with his eyes fixed. After waiting for a cup of tea, nothing unusual happened.

Feeling that he would appear stupid if he continued to wait, Yi Chen finally moved. His momentum suddenly subsided, and he stopped suppressing the townspeople around him. Instead, he spoke aloud: "Where is your Dragon King?"

"I have demolished all his temples, but he still doesn't show up."

As soon as the voice fell, the young man who had been lying on the ground stubbornly suddenly had bloodshot eyes and said angrily: "Master, you are going to kill my Black Water Town, I..."

"If you say another word, I will turn around and leave, thousands of miles away. If your Dragon King can't find me and takes his anger out on you, don't blame me for breaking the rules." Yi Chen interrupted the young man without any politeness.

Things are not static. We should look at them from the perspective of development and movement.

And contradictions will also differentiate and shift.

In his previous life, Yi Chen read the classics well, and then practiced backwards. After cutting leeks, others even praised him, so knowledge is power! As a Taoist priest who is well versed in human nature, his words quickly made the young man speechless, because the young man next to the young man quickly covered his mouth, fearing that he would say more.

The young man struggled for a few times, but when he found that more and more townspeople were giving him warning looks, he suddenly calmed down.

This is the art of transforming contradictions.

For example, the more than 90 genders of American eagle sauce, looking through the phenomenon to see the essence, is nothing more than a re-skin of this art.

Yi Chen couldn't keep using his mental power to intimidate the townspeople. After a while, the old and weak wouldn't be able to bear it. But he didn't want to be scolded, so he resorted to some low-level tricks.

The effect was very good. The townspeople at this time had complicated expressions. Some hoped that he would die to appease the Dragon King's wrath, while others hoped that he would live to remove the heavy shackles that countless people near the Blackwater River had been carrying for hundreds of years.

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At night, in an old tile-roofed house in Heishui Town.

Xiuniang knocked on Yi Chen's door carrying half a roast chicken. On her left was a young child, whose hair was smooth except for a small tuft of hair the size of a duck egg on his forehead.

"Master, Heishui Town is poor and there are not many good things here. Please enjoy it slowly." Xiuniang, who was rescued by Yi Chen, had a look of shame on her face and seemed a little embarrassed. The child beside her held her hand tightly, looked at the roast chicken in the bowl and swallowed hard.

"Is this your brother?" Yi Chen smiled and put the large ceramic bowl of roast chicken on the table. Looking at the child who was sniffing from time to time, he couldn't help but think of Yadan, the little guy with extraordinary luck who got the Creation Profound Origin Fruit.

Unfortunately, he was unlucky and his body was severely overdrawn, and in the end no medicine could help him.

"Yes, I also want to thank the Taoist priest for saving my life. The little guy is closest to me and insisted on staying with me and wouldn't let go." Xiuniang said with a smile.

"Here, little one, have a chicken leg." Yi Chen casually pulled off a chicken leg and handed it to the child, "Call me Taoist Brother, and this plate of roast chicken will be all yours."

Yi Chen loves to tell the truth. This roast chicken is not well cooked and he really doesn’t like it.

"No, I don't want to eat it. Brother Dao saved my sister, so I killed this specially for Brother Dao to eat."

"I've already had dinner. I ate three eggs last night!"

The little guy counted on his fingers, then decisively stretched out two fingers, and with difficulty he moved his eyes away from the roast chicken.

“….”More like a duck egg.

"Xiuniang, it's not good for children to eat so many eggs at night. They should eat something else." After thinking about it, Yi Chen still spoke to persuade.

After hearing what Yi Chen said, Xiuniang waved her hands repeatedly: "How can we eat like this every day? Today is my brother's birthday. The old hen we killed happened to have two eggs inside it, and my mother also cooked an egg for him. How can we eat like this on ordinary days?"

"It's good enough if we can eat one every half a month. Otherwise, how can our family afford to pay tribute to the Dragon King?"

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Yi Chen's face suddenly became a little stiff.

He looked at Xiuniang's rough hands and the thorny cloth skirt she was wearing, and he immediately realized that Heishui Town was probably even poorer than he thought. Today was just the day to worship the Dragon King, and the townspeople all wore their best clothes, which made him subconsciously ignore the poverty of Heishui Town.

This is the mayor's home. No matter how selfless he is, his living standard will at least not be lower than the average living standard of the townspeople.

Tearing off two chicken legs, Yi Chen forced them into Xiuniang and the child's hands.

"One per person, no one is allowed to refuse."

"I appreciate your kindness. If anything happens tonight, don't leave the room."

"If you find anything wrong, shout for help. I will come right away and protect you."

At Yi Chen's insistence, Xiuniang and Zhizi finally left with the chicken legs.

The door slowly closed, leaving only the flame of an oil lamp flickering, and the light and shadow made Yi Chen's face golden.

Along the Heishui River, there are thousands of acres of fertile land and abundant fishery resources.

If a person cannot gain weight despite eating a lot, he must have parasites in his stomach.

Yi Chen sat at the table, slowly tore the half of the roast chicken without the drumstick into strips and ate it, then he sighed.

"Since I have eaten your roast chicken, I will try my best to please you."

"I will definitely catch this Dragon King and kill him."

The mayor's family in Heishui Town is in such a mess, ordinary families will be even worse off.

Human beings are very strange animals. When faced with death and tragedy, even if one thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand people die, they are just a group of numbers.

However, if you get in touch with the people behind the numbers, understand their lives, their joys and sorrows, even if the number is just one, you will feel sympathy and relate to them.

The Black Evil Dragon King, no matter how deeply he hides, no matter what secrets this matter contains, Yi Chen must kill him.

At most he will have to put in a little more effort.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the deep night in Blackwater Town was as quiet as a chicken.

Yi Chen was waiting for the Dragon King like he was waiting for Godot.

He held a brush in his hand and began to write furiously out of boredom.

"The barren land has suffered for several autumns"

"Golden millet grains sweat without rest"

"How can the Dragon King pay respect to you so often?"

“Thin porridge made from half-cooked grain”

"Zhao, where is the Dragon King?"

The second night.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

After taking a few deep breaths, Yi Chen continued to write quickly.

"No hurry, let the bullets fly for a while."

He was already a little annoyed at this time. If the Dragon King didn't come again, he would have to think of other means.

For example, one of his conservative plans was to build Dragon King Temples in every town along the Black Water River.

At this moment, his ears suddenly twitched, and a look of joy appeared on Yi Chen's face.

"There's movement."

Any movement is a good thing. What Yi Chen fears most is no movement. He doesn't have much time to play the game of sitting back and waiting.

…. ….A gust of wind blew across the earth, and suddenly there was a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

In a small forest less than ten miles away from Blackwater Town, a pair of black boots trampled the grass and trees, and the light green plant juice immediately stained the white gravel on the ground.

A man with dreadlocks, triangular eyes and holding a white mourning stick sneaked into the woods like a ghost in the night.

After some investigation, Kui Shiren skillfully inserted four formation flags in four directions of the woods. Suddenly, his figure and aura gradually weakened and he blended into the surrounding environment.

After doing all this, Kui Shiren couldn't help but let out a long breath.

It is better to be safe than sorry. Kui Shiren was able to climb all the way to his current position in the Dragon King Sect. Many of the sect members who were more talented than him died, but he was down-to-earth and cultivated step by step to the realm of true person. He relied on the word "caution".

He received information from the sect that another short-sighted cultivator had come to challenge the authority of his Dragon King Sect, and it was said that his cultivation was quite good, so the sect sent him to investigate this person's background.

If one's cultivation is shallow, then the only option left is to kill.

If your cultivation is strong enough, just go back and report.

After carefully doing all this, Kui Shiren took out a piece of oil paper with the luster of human skin, began to make hand seals, and after blowing a breath towards the oil paper, a strange young girl without facial features appeared at the spot.

He put his finger into his mouth and bit the fingertip ruthlessly, then Kui Shiren began to paint on the strange girl's face, drawing the facial features of the young girl.

The painting is finished.

A strange red light began to appear in the strange girl's eyes, and the strange girl's perspective also appeared in Kui Shiren's eyes.

This is how he puppets Shiren.

The situation has been tense lately and unclear. The worst that could happen is that he would lose a female puppet, but he was unwilling to put his real body in danger.

At midnight, a girl with a strange painted skin began to sneak across the land, heading towards Blackwater Town.

As soon as the strange girl entered Heishui Town, Kui Shiren suddenly felt a gust of strong wind coming, and a palm as big as a cattail fan enlarged in the eyes of the strange girl.

Click.

A flash of white light flashed, and Kui Shiren's eyes suddenly went dark. The female puppet that he had carefully refined turned into ashes immediately.

"Not good, this is a master, we must go back and report to the leader."

"Fortunately, I was cautious and didn't go there rashly."

“As expected of me.”

Kui Shiren was shocked and wanted to escape.

Just as he was removing the formation flags, a tall Taoist figure was already outside with his back to him.

"You little bastard, you're quite good at hiding."

"I have finally waited for you."

A cold and sharp voice came, shaking the trees in the forest.

There is another chapter later. The plot of the Dragon King is actually quite interesting. It seems that no one has guessed it.

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