According to Zhang San's original plan, if he could successfully use Wang Baobao's status to be promoted to a natural disaster this time, in order to ensure the safety of Taiping County, no matter what obstacles lie ahead, his next step would be to explore the true strength of the City God Temple.

It’s just a pity that due to various accidents, Zhang San not only failed to obtain the status of a natural disaster in this mission of clearing out the ghost plague, but what’s more troublesome is that the innate Qi that he had stored for nearly a hundred years was almost squandered because of Mars guarding his heart.

In the current situation, simple supernatural powers cannot give him enough sense of security.

Now that all the masters have gathered together, it would not be bad if we could kill someone with a borrowed knife.

After thinking for a long time, Zhang San asked tentatively.

"Sir, as the underworld officials in charge of a region, is it possible for the City God and the Land God to rebel? Or does the Jingye Division have the right to investigate them?"

Perhaps he was shocked by Zhang San's words. When he heard this, Xu Xiaoqi first showed a surprised look, but then he seemed to figure it out.

Even though Zhang San was good at fighting before, after all, he was just a 19-year-old boy at that time.

First, he fought a life-and-death battle with Buhuagu, and then he experienced the tragedy of Yinghuo Shouxin and Taiping County. With these events combined, it is understandable that he is suspicious of everything around him.

Without further explanation, Xu Xiaoqi took out a water bag from his Qiankun bag and threw it into Zhang San's arms.

"Liaoyuan, a specialty of the Northwest, is as painful as a knife or an axe when it goes down my throat. I have been weak and sick since childhood, so in order not to aggravate my condition, I only taste it when I am hesitant. When the pain goes down my throat, all the troubles in the world will disappear.

Resting here doesn't mean standing still, we just need time to regroup and adjust our thinking, so give it a try, there's nothing shameful about it!"

Instead of answering Zhang San's question, Xu Xiaoqi gave a bunch of inexplicable explanations. However, Zhang San understood that if he didn't drink the wine today, the other party would probably not give in.

“Ahem~”

It was very strong, very strong. The description of being carved with a knife and chiseled without any exaggeration. Even someone like Zhang San who was used to strong liquor in later generations could not withstand the aftereffect of this wine. Moreover, apart from the simple alcohol content, there seemed to be something else in it.

"Haha, how about it, I didn't lie to you~"

After seeing Zhang San's expression, Xu Xiaoqi's gaze towards him became softer.

Unlike Mona Lisa's smile, Zhang San noticed that Xu Xiaoqi's eyes were very special since they first met. Perhaps it was because of his sword-like eyebrows, or perhaps it was the murderous aura that came with being a soldier.

No matter from which direction you look at Xu Xiaoqi, he always gives people the feeling that he is glaring at people. I don’t know if it’s because I have an illusion, but just now, the other person’s eyebrows seemed to soften.

“Although we haven’t been together for a long time, I can sense that you are not a person who seeks to show off, and your guesses are not groundless.

But what I need to tell you is that whether it is Xuanmen Zen or Confucianism, the practice of Shinto has nothing to do with the above.

It is precisely because of this difference that, throughout thousands of years, I have never heard of any city god or land god committing rebellion.

Except for the gods who were canonized for their great virtues, even if the gods were masters in their lifetime, once they embarked on the path of practicing Shinto, their practice would be directly linked to the wishes of the local people and the fortune of the dynasty.

Not to mention the virtues of the City God and the Land God during his lifetime, this alone is enough to put an end to his rebellion, not to mention that the man from Taiping County is General Li Wenzhong?"

In the third year of Hongwu, Generals Xu Da, Li Wenzhong and Fu Youde led three armies north to Yehuling, intending to wipe out the Northern Yuan Dynasty's Fenglangjuxu in one fell swoop.

This was the last foreign war before Taizu ascended the throne, the only war in Xu Shuai's life where he was defeated, the only war in which Wang Baobao defeated Xu Da on the front battlefield, and also the war in which Li Wenzhong shined.

With the support of compulsory education, even the little children in the village know this story.

As the end of an era, this war has too many unique features, and it is precisely this uniqueness that makes future generations always seem restrained.

Xu Xiaoqi stopped talking here. With Zhang San's intelligence, he naturally understood what the other party meant. Although he had been prepared beforehand, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he actually got this answer.

After taking another sip of wine, while the burning sensation had not yet disappeared, Zhang San asked viciously.

"Is there really no other way?"

"The City God Temple bestowed by Taizu himself is higher in status than the Red Book and Iron Certificate. How can a mere sixth-rank official like you feel the grace it brings?

Unless your majesty issues an order, or the deity in the temple is dead, any rash use of force there will be regarded as a provocation to the Great Jin."

The reason why Xu Xiaoqi said this was simply to let Zhang San give up the idea in his mind, but when these words reached Zhang San's ears, they took on another meaning.

It is true that imperial power is not about fighting and killing, but it is also not about human relationships. If it is simply a matter of friendship, then why add a "unless"?

Dou Su was only in charge of a few prefectures and was already very busy. It was even more impossible for Xu Xiaoqi, who was guarding the northwestern border, to stay for a moment.

After assessing the damage in Taiping County and giving some advice to Zhang San, the younger generation, Xu Xiaoqi disappeared from everyone's sight with a loud cry.

He just left, but the influence he created is far from over.

…

The temple is still clean and bright, and pilgrims are still coming in an endless stream, as if it were the legendary paradise. Even in troubled times, the Wuzhishan City God Temple still gives people a sense of stability and peace.

It’s a pity that this peace was soon destroyed by a bleeding figure on the ground.

"Hey, isn't this Murong? What are you talking about? Where is your royal bloodline that you are so proud of? Don't you have a unique magic weapon to protect you? Why are you in such a mess..."

Such sarcastic words were certainly not to be trifled with, but when he was about to continue mocking in order to avenge the arrow that had been shot at him, a monk nearby hurriedly stopped him.

"Amitabha, Baimu donor, you should say less. Murong donor has indeed forced Xu Xiaoqi into a desperate situation, but who knows that guy still has an extra life? No matter how you look at it, this is what we should solve now."

As if he was thinking of some bad experience, Baimu said coldly when he heard this.

"So what exactly is this method? If it can really extend our lives indefinitely, then we don't need to rush into rebellion. We should just go home and take a shower and go to bed."

Gao Gong: "The national treasure - the map of the twenty-eight constellations!"