Chapter 301: Dharma King

Fang Zhixing opened the window.

Early in the morning, it was foggy outside.

Then I saw a group of poor people in ragged clothes walking on the quiet street.

They walked with their heads down, their expressions pious, muttering to themselves, and parading through the streets.

"Swamp Dharma King..."

Fang Zhixing frowned slightly and took out the map to look at it.

There is indeed a huge swamp southwest of the town, called "Pingwu".

It stretches for 800 miles, with extremely complex terrain, damp and smelly, like a hell hiding endless dangers.

Fang Zhixing's eyes flashed, and he realized that if he continued to rush to Heming Mountain in a straight line, he would have to wade through this dangerous Pingwu Swamp.

Of course, with his current strength, there is no place he can't go.

Fang Zhixing thought for a while, called the waiter, and asked, "The Swamp Dharma King is the god you worship here, right?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Yes, the Swamp Dharma King is in charge of the Pingwu Swamp and is the patron saint of our town."

Fang Zhixing asked curiously: "Oh, what are you protecting?"

The waiter explained carefully: "There are many terrible beasts living in Pingwu Swamp. They come out every once in a while to hurt and eat people, but as long as we believe in the Swamp Dharma King and pray for his protection, we will be safe.

In addition, there is a rugged trade route starting from our town, which roughly crosses the Pingwu Swamp and is about 160 miles long.

After passing Pingwu Swamp, the end is "Luoyan Mountain". After crossing that mountain, you will reach "Yandang City".

If merchants and travelers want to pass through Pingwu Swamp safely, they have to go to the 'Dharma King Temple' and pray for the protection of the Swamp Dharma King. "

Fang Zhixing understood and asked, "Have you seen the Swamp Dharma King?"

The waiter said in fear, "How can lowly mortals like us see gods just because we want to?"

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but ask, "Then how do you know that it is the Swamp Dharma King who is protecting you?"

The waiter said solemnly: "Those who have not prayed for the protection of the Swamp King will be dragged into the depths of the swamp by strange beasts and die without a complete body."

Then he added, "In addition, the Swamp Dharma King is not an ordinary god, let alone an evil god. He is a righteous god canonized by the imperial court and has been guarding this swamp."

Fang Zhixing understood that the Jade Spirit Mother also mentioned that she was canonized by the imperial court.

It seems that the biggest difference between good gods and evil gods is whether they have an organization.

Those who are worshipped without being conferred a title are all evil gods and are not orthodox! Thinking of this, Fang Zhixing became more curious, and got up and walked out of the inn, passing through the streets and alleys, and came to the "Dharma King Temple" mentioned by the waiter.

Looking around, the temple is not particularly big. When you enter the temple gate and look up, you can see a colorful statue with thick oil paint on the surface.

The statue has a human silhouette, but the hem of the lower body is flowing mud, as if a person is standing in a swamp.

Fang Zhixing carefully observed the face of the statue, and found it to be exceptionally handsome, with distinct features, a straight nose, deep eyes, distinct lip lines, and prominent cheekbones.

Observing the statue, Fang Zhixing remained calm, releasing his spiritual perception to scan everything around him.

However, a statue is just a dead object.

Fang Zhixing looked for a while and found nothing unusual.

At this time, a believer came forward, knelt down, lit three incense sticks and held them in his hands, and bowed to the stone statue again and again with a solemn and pious expression, muttering wishes such as "May you have a safe journey".

The whole process lasted for several minutes. After the man finished praying, he seemed to have gained some kind of spiritual comfort. His frown relaxed and he walked out the door with a smile.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing looked incredulous.

So he also bought three incense sticks, lit them, and waved them towards the statue.

The next moment, a blurry face suddenly appeared in the void, hovering above Fang Zhixing's head.

Fang Zhixing suddenly raised his head, stared at the face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“Huh?!”

The man's face suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and he stared straight at Fang Zhixing.

After a while, the man asked in doubt, "Who are you?"

Fang Zhixing looked at the face carefully, compared it with the statue, nodded and said, "Swamp Dharma King, right? I am from another place, passing through your precious place, and came to say hello."

"greet……"

The man was silent for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Since my friend is here, what advice do you have for me?"

Fang Zhixing replied, “To be honest, I am very interested in the cultivation of Taoists.

Well, I've heard for a long time that Yin Gods and Yang Gods can absorb, refine, and purify the luck of mortals, but I've never been able to figure out what's going on, so I came to take a look at you.

Of course, if it is inconvenient, I will not force you and will leave immediately."

After hearing this, a trace of anger appeared on his face, and he sneered: "How can the secret cultivation method of our Taoist sect be shared with outsiders casually?"

A tremendous pressure enveloped them, and the air around them seemed to solidify, making it difficult to breathe.

But Fang Zhixing was indifferent and ignored it.

He said calmly, "Please calm down, Your Majesty. Actually, I am not an outsider. My master is a formal disciple of the Five Elements Sect."

"Five Elements Sect!!"

The human face was startled, and then said in a deep voice: "Nonsense, if you are from the Five Elements Sect, how could you ask me about cultivation?"

Fang Zhixing replied, “I am an outer sect disciple, I have been wandering outside and have never been to the Five Elements Sect.

Besides, my master is only at the Ninth Bull Realm, while I am already an Immortal at the Hundred Bull Realm."

The human face trembled a few times, and the pressure quickly dissipated. He suddenly realized: "It turns out that my friend is immortal. No wonder I always feel weird."

He paused and said slowly: "There are thousands of ways to practice Taoism. Cultivating Yang Shen is one way, and becoming immortal is another way."

As he spoke, the face fell down and gradually condensed into a human shape, seeming real and unreal, with the facial features very much like a statue.

The Swamp Dharma King landed on the ground silently, stood in front of Fang Zhixing, and said with a bow, "Let me introduce myself. I am Sun Bingqi, the former deputy leader of the Xiangxi Sect. During the campaign to suppress the Black Evil Sect, my body was unfortunately destroyed. Later, due to my merits, my soul was canonized as the Swamp Dharma King by the court."

Fang Zhixing understood and returned the greeting, "I am Zhang Changji, a casual cultivator, wandering around with no fixed place to stay."

The Swamp Dharma King laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang is very capable. You came to my Dharma King Temple and wandered around for quite some time, but I didn't even notice you."

He is telling the truth.

Although a strong man in the Hundred Bulls Realm can conceal his own breath, in the spiritual perception of an opponent of the same level, a person's heartbeat, blood flow rate, etc. are always in motion and are extremely difficult to hide.

Especially the flow of blood, which is the biggest source of breath leakage.

However, Fang Zhixing was able to perfectly control the blood in his body, and once his aura was restrained, it would be difficult for others to detect it.

This is his natural advantage.

Fang Zhixing waved his hand and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are too kind. Zhang's method of concealing his aura is just a trivial trick."

The Swamp Dharma King nodded and asked, "If you have anything you want to know, just ask. I will tell you everything I know."

Fang Zhixing thought for a moment and asked, "How do you obtain the luck of mortals?"

The Swamp Dharma King turned around and waited for a while. A believer came in and knelt in front of the statue.

Seeing this, he smiled and said, “You can’t see the luck of the believers, but I can see it clearly.

Well, you can think of the believers’ luck as their hair, and I can cut off their hair.”

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean? Can luck grow back after it is cut off?"

"Of course!"

The Swamp Dharma King smiled and explained: "Luck is actually unpredictable and difficult to describe, but what is certain is that luck has vitality."

Fang Zhixing smacked his lips and said, "Like leeks?"

"Well, this metaphor is very appropriate!"

The Swamp Dharma King nodded repeatedly, "The luck of mortals can grow one after another, endlessly."

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but ask, "What will happen to the believers after you cut off their luck?"

The Swamp Dharma King said: "I know what you are worried about. In fact, taking away a little luck has almost no big impact on mortals.

Of course, many evil gods will frantically drain the luck of their believers, causing them to be plagued by bad luck, constant disasters, and a miserable end. "

Fang Zhixing understood, and at this moment, the believer started to light incense.

He quickly asked, "What is the use of burning incense?"

The Swamp Dharma King smiled and said, "Incense can not only purify the luck and condense the luck, but also make people feel happy and comfortable. At the same time, it also makes it easier for us to harvest the luck."

“…”

Fang Zhixing was speechless for a moment.

Awesome!

Before killing the pig, let the pig wash itself clean first!

This is the top PUA!

The Yin God and the Yang God actually plundered the people's luck in this way...

"Well, once the Yin God and Yang God are canonized by the imperial court, it is equivalent to obtaining a license to plunder the luck of the people..."

When I saw the situation, I couldn't help but think of the infamous "License of Marque" issued by the British Empire.

Just as I thought of this, suddenly, a beam of light was projected out.

Fang Zhixing lowered his head and immediately saw the black ring on his left hand glowing.

[Go to the edge of Pingwu Swamp in the north. It is 31 miles away from you. There is a Level 5 restricted area. Please go there immediately to clean up the pests. ]

[This task cannot be refused, otherwise you will be punished. ]

Fang Zhixing curled his lips. He didn't expect that he would receive a mandatory task at this time.

“Hey, isn’t this…”

The Swamp Dharma King was surprised and asked in astonishment: "Why, Brother Zhang, do you also have this kind of ring?"

Fang Zhixing asked back: "Oh, have you seen it?"

The Swamp Dharma King nodded and said, "I know several incarnations of celestial beings. They all have this kind of ring on their hands. Occasionally, they will hire some experts to assist them in their missions."

Fang Zhixing understood and said, "Let's stop here today. I'm leaving now."

"Wait a minute!"

The Swamp Dharma King suddenly shouted, then he raised his hand and rubbed his fingers together, condensing a ball of dirty water, which turned into a jewel and threw it to Fang Zhixing.

"What is this?" Fang Zhixing took it in his hand and asked curiously.

The Swamp Dharma King Lian said: "The Pingwu Swamp is full of water ghosts. If you take this bead, the water ghosts will not attack you."

Fang Zhixing felt amused.

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

I'm afraid those water ghosts are all subordinates of the Swamp King.

No matter who trespasses into the Pingwu Swamp without permission, if they do not pray to the Swamp Dharma King and contribute some Qi as toll, they will definitely be attacked by water ghosts.

Fang Zhixing's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"Alas, where did this expert come from? He has such a strong murderous aura..."

The Swamp Dharma King heaved a long sigh of relief. Although he had lost his physical body long ago, he felt like he was sweating coldly when he stood in front of Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing first returned to the inn, settled Junyao down, and then took the little dog out with him.

In a short while, the man and the dog quickly crossed a wasteland and arrived at the swamp area.

Looking ahead, there were tall aquatic plants growing all over the ground.

Low-lying pools of water are scattered all over the place, extending to the end of the field of vision, like pearls scattered on the earth.

【Walk 20 meters forward, there is a pool, scoop up a mouthful of water and hold it in your mouth. 】

Fang Zhixing walked over according to the instructions and came to the edge of the pool.

There is a shadow under the water, sneaking into the depths.

"What is that thing? It smells rotten..."

The thin dog's nose twitched, and it stared at the bottom of the water, baring its teeth in a threatening manner.

Fang Zhixing didn't care. He squatted down, scooped up a handful of water and put it into his mouth.

[Walk to the pool on the left back and spit the water in your mouth into it. ]

Only then will you know how to act and do as you are told.

Spit out a mouthful of water!

Splash! The water in the pool ripples and the waves rise and fall.

After a while, the waves gradually expanded, spinning rapidly and forming a whirlpool.

【Jump into the whirlpool.】

Fang Zhixing looked at the thin dog without any hesitation.

"Understood. I'll jump first."

The thin dog dove in headfirst.

Fang Zhixing observed for a while before jumping into the whirlpool.

His eyes blurred and he felt the world spinning and he was surrounded by a large amount of water.

I don’t know how long it has been…

Fang Zhixing broke out of the water and looked around, only to see walls on all sides.

There is a bright light above my head.

“Is this a well?”

Fang Zhixing leaped up and landed at the mouth of the well.

The thin dog had landed at the edge of the well. He shook off the water on his body and looked left and right.

There are high walls on all sides, and nearby is a magnificent mansion.

This seems to be a European-style castle with a medieval style and is filled with antique charm.

The dog sniffed the air and suddenly reminded: "There is a smell of blood and a strange smell. I seem to have smelled it somewhere before."

Fang Zhixing was more sensitive to the smell of blood, so he walked towards the direction where the smell came from.

Suddenly, there was a bang bang bang sound of hurried footsteps.

Around the corner, a figure in silver armor ran out, holding a knight's sword in his hand.

The equipment was very heavy, and the man ran staggeringly, looking extremely tired.

Immediately afterwards, a black monster jumped out. It was huge, seven or eight meters long, surrounded by black air, and quickly pounced on the silver armor.

"Again..."

Fang Zhixing recognized it at a glance. The black monster was actually a giant alien! Without thinking, he stamped his feet and rushed towards the alien like a flash of lightning.

One palm to crush the alien! The Demon Blood Vajra Palm was extremely fierce and crushed the alien.

Boom!

A large handprint appeared on the floor.

The giant alien was lying in the pit, its body flattened and bloody.

Flash sale!

The last time Fang Zhixing and Fan Qiulai attacked the alien, it took them a lot of effort to kill it.

But this time, Fang Zhixing was able to consecrate the enemy and kill him with one strike, without any difficulty.

At this moment, the man in silver armor fell to the ground, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.

After a while, he found that the alien did not pounce on him, so he opened his eyes.

At first glance! The Silver Armor was shocked. He took off his helmet, revealing a distorted face covered with thick hair.

Fang Zhixing's heart shuddered. The man in silver armor in front of him could hardly be considered a human. The features on his face were almost twisted into a ball, making him look extremely creepy.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Fang Zhixing asked.

The silver armor mumbled for a while.

Unfortunately, Fang Zhixing didn't understand a word the other party said. The other party's language was very unfamiliar and unheard of.

At this time, the man in silver armor waved his hand and pointed to a half-open iron door.

Fang Zhixing nodded and followed the man in silver armor.

They passed through the iron gate and entered the castle.

A strong smell of blood hit me in the face.

There were seven corpses lying in the open hall, and judging from their figures, they were all women.

One of the women was wearing an exquisite dress, while the other six were wearing maid outfits.

They died in exactly the same way, with their heads pierced through.

Moreover, their facial features are distorted and ugly to the point of being disgusting.

Fang Zhixing was watching when suddenly, the elegant woman's belly swelled up and burst, spurting out blood.

The next moment, an alien creature burst out of the body and jumped high.

The alien was only the size of a watermelon at first, but it grew rapidly as it jumped, and when it landed, it was already more than five meters long.

"Jie ah~"

The alien screamed and roared, and pounced on him as soon as it spotted Fang Zhixing.

"snort!"

Fang Zhixing looked down on him and slapped him to death.

At the same time, the corpse on the ground was crushed into meat paste by the power of the palm.

This situation...

Silver Armor was overjoyed and pointed at the stairs as he walked over.

"You lead the way!"

Then I knew that I had to follow closely and climb up the stairs.

Came to the second floor.

The figure in silver armor stopped in front of a door and kept gesturing with his hands, as if indicating that there was a monster in the house.

Fang Zhixing kicked the door open.

Whoosh!

A cloud of black smoke rushed out.

I saw an armored warrior with black smoke coming out of his body, half kneeling on the ground...

(End of this chapter)