Chapter 137 Suffocation
137 Suffocation
Ghost in the book?
The thick smoke dissipated and the ghosts fell to the ground again. Their lives were no longer in danger, but their prestige was gone. The dying ghosts who were blown up by the talisman paper struggled to get closer to the books.
They needed a reassurance, as they recognized the book in the City God's hand, not to mention that they had seen him transform into a golden light and enter the book before.
As long as the City God is safe, they can regroup their morale. The old Taoist priest was obviously well prepared. When he entered the temple, he thought those talisman papers were decorations used to embellish the so-called big day.
It’s Master’s birthday, a ghost said.
"Come out."
He arrived in front of the book ahead of the other ghosts and signaled Xiang Jiannan to pick up the place where the City God was hiding. Gao Yuan looked at the black cover and said softly.
When the voice was uttered, a gust of wind arose out of nowhere, blowing all the ghost officials on the ground into disaster.
It rolled over and over like a leaf in the wind until it hit the wall and the steps, where it finally stopped.
After that, they all stayed on the ground quietly, just looking at the two Taoists, but did not dare to take another step forward.
The old Taoist priest's actions have clearly hinted that in the face of absolute strength, one has to endure even if he cannot.
All my efforts were in vain.
Why is it like a magic book?
After the master finished speaking, he raised his hand and opened the book, only to see black smoke suddenly rising in front of him. Xiang Jiannan stared wide-eyed but could not see the bottom.
The entire page seems to be made of smoke, the content is ethereal, but the touch from the fingertips is very real.
It is substantial.
Then I turned to the next page and saw the liquid inside constantly surging, and the water in front of my eyes turned blood red.
Then came the third and fourth pages, where I saw dozens of scenes in succession, but was unable to connect them with the City God.
The pages in the book seem endless, and no matter how many times you turn them, the thickness remains the same.
"My disciple, you can't do this. Let the master do it."
As if he had lost his patience with the strange pages in the book, Gao Yuan spoke up to stop his disciple as he saw his disciple trying to turn the page.
"The area governed by a city god is more than a thousand miles. Your method of searching is exactly what he wants."
"It depends on the teacher."
After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and a whisk appeared in his hand. He used some unknown method to make the books in Xiang Jiannan's hand turn over.
Then he ordered the young Taoist priest to tighten the left and right pages of the book, and then started knocking with a whisk.
Each stroke was weak and powerless, and at the same time, he kept mumbling.
"Will this work?"
Holding the book cover with both hands, Xiang Jiannan didn't know what the master was doing. He always felt that he looked like a monk beating a wooden fish, looking powerless. He couldn't help but doubt.
He was not looking for the City God just now, he was simply attracted by the books he had read. Now that he and his master have won, the matter should have come to an end.
If the City God doesn't want to show up, then let him be. With Master's level of cultivation, would you be afraid of his revenge in the future?
There is a saying: Leave a way out when doing things so that you can meet again in the future. Even if you say you want to stop now, those ghost officials will definitely not dare to object.
The City God has already given in. There is no need to force him out. As a City God, he has to have some face. He was dizzy after today's fight. Apart from realizing that his strength has been improved, he knows nothing else.
It is also troublesome to make peace.
Could it be that he really wanted to put Fu Chenghuang to death? Xiang Jiannan didn't have the courage to do such a thing.
"certainly."
After Xiang Jiannan finished speaking, he continued to type slowly. Soon, he changed his hand and raised the volume, mumbling to Gao Yuan and reading slowly:
"Thirty years of running dogs and cooking them for food, thirty years of good bows being hidden away, the sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers, all return to dust... Hey!"
This was repeated several times, and then stopped.
"Close it!"
Putting down the whisk and sitting cross-legged, Xiang Jiannan saw that his master asked him to put the book in front of him. After doing so, he saw the old Taoist groping from his sleeve to take out a silver needle, and slapped it directly into the book with a "snap". When he withdrew his hand, a trace of blood appeared on his palm.
Almost at the same time when the master stopped, a scream came from the book, and the book shook violently, as if someone inside was trying to push open the cover.
Then there was a deafening sound of collapse, which lasted for a long time, and the books that had been struggling in the same place finally stopped moving.
"City God!"
Completely startled by the sound coming from the book, the ghosts rushed towards the two Taoists again from all directions. The ghosts who had taken a rest for a while all woke up as if from a dream.
It was not until the old Taoist priest inserted the silver needle that they realized what was going on, but it was too late.
This old Taoist actually dared to kill the City God.
Bang, bang, bang! The ghosts stopped a few meters away from Gao Yuan and realized that a barrier had appeared in the yard. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break through it.
In anger, he could only yell, "Taoist priest, you are so bold!"
"To smother the City God is an unforgivable crime!"
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“.”
It was not until then that he was sure that the City God had been killed by his master. Listening to the ghost officials' irreconcilable voices, Xiang Jiannan looked at the old Taoist priest with some confusion.
It's really a murder, is there any need to make such a big fuss?
That silver needle is the murder weapon! If we pull out the silver needle now, can the City God still be saved?
Why do you do this? As he was horrified, he seemed to hear another scream. The City God was trapped in the book, with silver needles sticking all over his body.
"I will return one to you later, old Taoist."
Gao Yuan picked up the book from the ground and looked at the ghost officials around him, speaking with extraordinary ease.
As he looked up at the wall, Xiang Jiannan suddenly saw a very familiar face.
An Wensheng suddenly appeared at some point and was sitting on the wall, quietly observing everything below the wall.
When the old Taoist's eyes looked at them, they immediately floated down, and all the ghost officials fell silent.
The person who came was also the City God. The jade belt around his waist could prove his identity. This kind of thing could not be faked.
The ghost officials who lost the city god of the prefecture were unable to stand up in front of other city gods.
Every thing has its own nemesis, and the City God is responsible for dealing with ownerless ghosts.
Better than the old Taoist priest.
"Master!"
After coming down from the wall, the barrier disappeared immediately. He bowed first. It was rare for An Wensheng to be so polite to the old Taoist priest.
Just now, I saw the ghost officials looking like they wanted to eat my bones, so I thought there would be another melee.
"Here."
He raised his hand and threw the book in his hand to An Wensheng. Gao Yuan then looked at the ghost messengers around him:
"I will give you an explanation for the murder of the City God. There will be a result within three days."
"If you still want revenge, come on."
At this time, due to An Wensheng's appearance, their anger had long disappeared. After staring at each other for a few times, they were still undecided. The bearded ghost quickly spoke up and said, "Old Taoist priest, if you want to kill him, then kill him. The killing of the city god is not something we, the officials, should be held responsible for."
“It’s natural.”
He raised his hand and pointed at An Wensheng. Gao Yuan seemed to have already thought about it for the bearded ghost messenger and the others: "Just leave and wait for news. I am going to recommend him to take over the position of the city god."
"Whether it succeeds or not, it has nothing to do with you."
(End of this chapter)