Chapter 508: Fooling the Believers and Being Haunted by Nightmares
His ability to turn danger into safety is inseparable from his sharp mind.
For example, now, he is uneasy, his heart is pounding, and his whole body is cold. This is his spirit reminding him that this is something that is enough to threaten his life.
The believer's face was pale and his expression was dazed, and he was severely tormented by the nightmare.
He looked at Master Liu with pleading eyes, but Master Liu hardened his heart and said with a smile: "It turned out to be a nightmare. It must be that your soul was disturbed and your mind was uneasy."
Master Liu said, "I will pray for you in front of the Emperor's throne and cast a spell that will surely help you sleep peacefully."
In consideration of the incense money these days, Master Liu really asked for a talisman and cast a spell to calm the poor believers.
Generally speaking, this approach is enough to get by.
Ordinary people are frightened by dreams, and this magic talisman combined with the spell will naturally be effective. Master Liu's treatment will appear to be very appropriate.
But the believers before him might be haunted by ghosts or gods, or have fallen into an even more dangerous situation.
The talismans and spells can bring him temporary peace, and it is already a great thing if he can barely get a good night's sleep. It is even possible that he cannot even get a good night's sleep.
If it doesn't work, Master Liu's approach will seem to be just for fame and reputation, and it will be difficult to gain people's trust.
Master Liu was not afraid of the bad reputation of seeking fame and reputation. He just fooled the believer and sent him away, which was the most he could do.
After the believer left, Master Liu instructed the two Taoist boys, "If he doesn't come tomorrow, forget it. If he does, and asks about me, just say I was traveling. If he asks about my return, just say I don't know."
The two Taoist children had followed Master Liu since they were young, so they knew how he behaved. They quickly asked, "Is it so difficult?"
Master Liu said with a gloomy face, "It's fatal."
The two Taoist boys took a deep breath and showed regretful expressions.
It’s a pity for this wealthy believer. He probably won’t be able to come here again in the future.
Jin Ting Daxian asked to stay at a house not far from the Fu Ji Temple. He paid a little more money and got a room to stay in. In addition, since it was an excuse to worship the Emperor, it was easy to gain people's trust.
The area around Fu Ji Temple is very clean.
There are no ghosts or gods peeping in, not even the eyes of King Tong Kuan can see here, so it is very quiet.
Master Liu was fooling him, and Jin Ting Daxian knew it clearly.
Master Liu was only half-baked, and the Immortal Jin Ting knew everything clearly.
Even Master Liu's ability to invite the Emperor to descend to the mortal world was sometimes effective and sometimes not, but the Immortal Jin Ting knew it clearly.
Emperor Fuyou wasn't a subordinate of Master Liu, so how could he be driven by him? In most cases, he would only help when someone's life was in danger.
In most cases, there is no need for the Emperor to go down to the mortal world in person. Most problems can be solved with the help of divine power.
However, now the Great Immortal Jin Ting had prayed in front of the statue of Emperor Fuyou for seven days, and finally aroused the Emperor's spiritual response. The spiritual response of the Goddess of Mount Tai was immediately separated, as if they had met face to face.
It shouldn't be too difficult to borrow Master Liu's help.
The night is dark.
Master Liu had already fallen asleep, but suddenly heard a noisy noise coming from outside the house.
"Damn it!" The old wizard cursed. Hearing the noise outside getting louder and louder, he finally couldn't help but got up, opened the door, and was about to curse out loud.
But when he opened the door, he saw the blood-red sky.
Ghosts and gods lined up and caught people everywhere.
The ghosts and gods were cruel and if anyone disobeyed them, they would grab their limbs, lift them into the air and throw them down, killing them.
Screams and wails echoed throughout Gusu, and those terrifying ghosts and gods wandered around.
The fire started, and the sky was all red.
Two groups of ghosts and gods rushed into the Fuji Temple, their bodies covered in blood, and pounced on Master Liu with a hideous grin.
Master Liu's blood boiled, his eyes red, and he shouted, "How dare you, you ghost, harm me in front of the Emperor!"
He used the magic to summon the gods, and the statues in the Emperor's Temple shone brightly, burning all the ghosts and gods in the second half of the twentieth century to ashes.
The invading ghosts and gods died, but this attracted more ghosts and gods to surround them.
Master Liu fought tooth and nail to communicate with the Emperor's divine power. He was so exhausted that his bones ached, he was sweating profusely, and he couldn't breathe.
These ghosts and gods sacrificed the souls of some of their companions and then discovered Master Liu's flaws.
The ghosts and gods retreated briefly and watched from a distance.
Then Fuji Temple was surrounded by countless people, the gate was smashed open, and the wall was pushed down.
Ordinary people excitedly arrived at the Fuji Temple, shouting, "Destroy this temple and forgive the debt!"
The statue of Emperor Fuyou was pushed to the ground by these people, and the hall quickly caught fire.
Master Liu felt as if struck by lightning, his eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets. Veins in his aged face bulged as he screamed in agony, "Blasphemy! You will be punished!"
The group would not listen to him and rushed towards him, attacking him with sticks, benches, harpoons and hoes.
After all, Master Liu had reached the eighth level of cultivation. Although he was old, he refused to surrender. He used the remaining divine power to protect himself and was barely indestructible. He fought hard and was not knocked to the ground.
But his two apprentices had mediocre skills and only knocked down two or three people before they were caught, tied up with ropes, and brought before Master Liu.
"Surrender, or your disciple will be lost!"
Master Liu's hair and beard were trembling, his lips were shaking, and his whole body was trembling.
His eldest disciple screamed, "Master, no! They..."
Before he could finish his words, someone took a kitchen knife and hit his eldest disciple on the back of his head. Blood splattered all over the place, staining everyone around him red.
The eldest disciple fell to the ground, and the younger disciple wailed in despair.
The knife was placed on the little disciple's neck again. Master Liu looked up and around. Those kind-hearted people had long since turned into evil demons.
"Surrender!"
Amid the little disciple's screams, Master Liu released his Taoist magic and was stabbed in the stomach by a harpoon.
The young disciple was pushed to the ground, and pairs of feet stepped on him and rushed to Master Liu.
Master Liu howled like a wounded wolf. The young disciple was also lost in the crowd, like dirt in the ground, never to be seen again.
Those people rushed to Master Liu, peeled off his skin, tore his flesh, and dismantled his bones.
Someone chopped open his head with an axe, and finally a pair of hands caught his soul and took out a glowing object from it.
All the pain disappeared, and his soul died, leaving only a wisp of smoke floating in the air, flying higher and higher.
He saw the ghosts and gods who were watching from afar gathering closer one by one. The tall ghost and god figures surrounded the ruins of Fu Ji Temple, casting a gloomy shadow like a mountain.
Master Liu's soul heard the beasts kneeling before the ghosts and gods, and watched them raise their hands to offer the light in his soul.
"Wutong King!"
"Forgive us our debts!"
"Wutong King!"
"Forgive us our debts!"
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