MTL - My Weird Life-v2 Chapter 619 God Comes (2/2)

  Chapter 619 God Comes Also (22)

The clamor of the people outside the door became louder and louder, and some people had already walked up the steps, leaning closer to the crack of the door to listen to the movement inside the door—it’s a pity that the people in the Tianwei Dao Altar inside the door had long been on guard against someone eavesdropping outside the door. After that, he pasted a Dao talisman on the crack of the door to isolate the sound from outside.

  The man crouched in front of the door and didn’t hear anything. He turned around and was dealing with inquiries from other villagers.

  At this time, only a 'bang' sound was heard,

  Two doors were pulled open from inside.

  The man standing on the steps was taken aback and almost fell into the arms of Master Gao Zhuang who opened the door.

  Master Gao Zhuang pushed the man on the steps away, then turned sideways, and greeted Mr. Tianwu.

  As soon as Mr. Tianxuan appeared at the door, all the villagers shouted at him.

  Some shouted: "Master Taoist, what's in the temple? Can you see it?"

   "It's almost noon, can this matter be resolved?"

   "How did Lao Miaozhu die?"

  Mr. Tianwu ignored the villagers' questions. His eyes wandered around the crowd, and soon he saw Chilong Daoist and Xuan Snake leading a group of Taoists standing in the corner of the crowd.

   "I'm going to take advantage of this noon yang energy to open an altar to ask Jiangshang Longshen to interrogate and solve the problem of missing pregnant women in the surrounding nine villages and falling into the Minjiang River!

  The cause of this old Miaozhu's death, Pindao also has clues—" Mr. Tianxu said, "There is no trace of stabbing and ax cutting on Lao Miaozhu's chest, he was not killed by criminals!

   He was captured by a dragon! "

   "Caught by a dragon?"

"dragon?!"

   "Could it be Jianglong King?!"

  The common people were in an uproar.

  Real Chilong squinted his eyes and said nothing at the moment.

   Seeing that the pair of Taoists, master and apprentice, did not speak any words to refute, Mr. Tianxu said a few words courageously, nodded and said: "Exactly!

  It should be that he found out about the group of prostitutes being swallowed by Jiang Longwang the night before, so he wanted to report to Wutong God and ask the gods for help—but Jiang Longwang had already prepared and killed him in advance!

   Took his heart to devour! "

  The crowd below were suddenly startled, and felt that what Mr. Tianxu said seemed to make sense.

   "This fellow must not be able to solve this matter.

  At the moment, it seems that it is going to make up for it! "Reverend Chilong looked at Mr. Tianwu who was chatting on the steps, and sneered, "Jianglong King kills people, but Wutong God can't save people—how can there be such a thinking **** like a human?"

  Someone has never seen it before! "

  The bearded old man turned his head to look at Su Wu, and said again: "It's not too busy to expose him right now.

   Didn't he still want to open an altar to ask the Dragon King of Jiang to interrogate and solve the problem of the lost pregnant woman? I want to see what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd! "

The roads in Beilu Mountain didn't talk much, so after seeing Mr. Tianxu at the gate of the temple fooling the villagers with a few words, he led more than ten red-headed masters out of the temple, along the road that the crowd spontaneously opened for them, until Go to the embankment.

   This time, more than a dozen red-headed masters surrounded the female master with "celestial eyes",

   hugged her and walked forward,

   There is a vague intention to hold her hostage and take care of her.

  Su Wu saw this clearly, but didn't care too much.

  Mostly, this group had a disagreement within the team, but it had nothing to do with Beilushan and the others.

The masters of Tianwei Taoist finally came to solve the matter, and immediately attracted most of the villagers from eight villages in the surrounding area. Thousands of people engulfed more than ten masters of Tianwei Taoist, and walked along the embankment. After walking for five or seven miles, I went down a river slope,

  Standing on the river slope, looking down, you can immediately see the Minjiang estuary where the river is moving slowly and the waves occasionally churn.

  Shaxi River flows into Minjiang River from here!

  The river wind paves the surface, slightly chilly.

Mr. Tianxu led a dozen or so disciples to stand by the river, and summoned a few village elders to negotiate with them. The village elder Lizheng ordered the young and strong to bring tables, chairs, three animal sacrifices, incense, paper money, etc. .

  Three or five red-headed masters began to arrange the tables, chairs and benches, and set up the altar.

But seeing the tall and strong master standing a table of eight immortals firmly by the river, the long-armed master jumped onto the table of eight immortals carrying a stool, and erected the stool, and then other masters moved to the table of eight immortals and put the table against it The benches form the second altar.

   This cycle went on and on, and a full five-story altar was erected in such a way that the Eight Immortals table was stacked with stools, and the stools reached the Eight Immortals table!

  Porcelain bowls are placed on each altar, with a handful of sand in the bowls and three sticks of incense.

  The tall altar was erected.

Such juggling and highly ornamental rituals of the legislative altar attracted the attention of the surrounding people, until the altar was set up, and when three or five red-headed masters jumped down from the altar alternately, the common people clapped their hands and applauded .

   Several red-headed masters also raised their chins slightly, feeling very proud.

   "Open the altar!"

In front of the Dharma altar, Mr. Tian Centurion looked serious, with an iron sword and a mahogany sword crossed behind his back, a money bag and a gourd hanging from his waist, holding a stick of incense in both hands, and all the disciples said in a low voice. drank.

  All the masters shouted in unison: "Open the altar!"

  More than a dozen teachers stood in front of Mr. Tianwu, standing in two rows.

Mr. Tian Centurion held the stick of incense, put his feet on the ground, and with a sudden exertion, his figure rose from the ground, his feet stepped on the shoulders of the two masters, and the two masters each put out a hand to support him At the same time, the figure swayed—the other masters around moved the feet of these two masters, and lifted the two masters who were holding Mr. Tian Centen up!

   Just like that, after Mr. Tianwu stood on the shoulders of the two disciples, he went straight up to the highest altar without moving.

   Stand on the table of the Eight Immortals!

  On the Eight Immortals table,

  A case has been set up long ago, and the three animals are arranged.

   Lists candlestick pairs.

Mr. Tian Centurion put the stick of incense into the incense burner, twisted another stick of incense, lit it on the opposite candle, shook out a scarecrow from his sleeve, made it stand on the table, and put the stick of incense Light it up and stick it on top of the scarecrow!

  He did not forget the words in his mouth: "Chen Tianwei's altar 'Daoming', received the scriptures of the three caves of the third-grade Shangqing, and received the treasure of the 'Governor of the Arctic Exorcism Court', and today opened the altar at the mouth of the Shaxi River to practice—

  I receive Zhenglu, named Deng Tiancao, and the winds of the four seasons should follow me.

   My wind stops! "

  Mr. Tianxuan’s voice fell to the ground, and the surrounding river wind was rushing, blowing the flames ignited in the opposite furnace to sway, and the curling cigarettes were blown by the wind, and it was unknown where they went.

   The wind doesn't stop.

   Without even lifting an eyelid, the golden-robed old man took out a 'Wish Power Coin' from his pocket.

   Put it on the table.

  The wish power attached to the copper coin with indentations all around dissipated instantly, and the surging river wind suddenly stopped.

  The candle light moved slightly, and the cigarette curled up.

   "You can't even set the wind and offer sacrifices - you have to pray for money to clear the way, and your practice is in the stomach of a dog!" The real Chilong looked at the situation on the altar from a distance, shook his head and laughed.

He watched the golden-robed old man put a bag full of wish power money on the case, and he was a little envious for a while, so he said to Su Wu: "If he fails to do something later and fools the people, you and I will expose it in person. He, first withhold his bag of wish power money!

  Wish power money has always been extremely rare and difficult to obtain for such a wandering Taoist priest.

  Tianwei Dao Altar relies on the hearts of the people, but plays with the hearts of the people, and still has such a lot of wealth—it’s a pity to give them these things!

   After getting this pack of wish power money, a certain man also forged two money swords to play with. "

   Master Chilong glanced at Su Wu again, and continued, "You'll have one."

"it is good."

  Su Wu readily agreed: "I see that the swords they wear around their waists are all standard swords. They must be secretly related to one or two blacksmith shops. If they go to the Tianwei Dao Altar, I will lend them a blacksmith shop.

  Give us some suitable weapons for the Taoists of Beilu Mountain.

  —Now your disciples and grandchildren are only using sticks to defend themselves. When encountering villains, sticks are useless. "

   "Very good, very good." Master Chilong nodded repeatedly.

  The master and the apprentice worked together underneath.

  The long-armed master and the tall and strong master stood at the left and right sides of the female master at this time, each holding her arm, and then, like Mr. Tian Centenary, they were carried by the masters and went up to the altar.

  The female master was held hostage in front of the altar and sat on a small round stool.

  The two masters took out the talisman belts, tied her up, and fixed her on the round stool.

  Mr. Tianwu looked at the female teacher coldly, and said in his mouth: "It is useless to regret it now, Ding Ling, what are your last words? Say it now, and being a teacher can satisfy you!"

  The female master looked calm and shook her head: "Master, let's arrange your own funeral.

   Once you shoot the bow, there is no turning back. "

"You seem to be damned." Mr. Tian Centurion sneered, and did not get angry at Cauldron Ling's disobedient words at this time. In his eyes, the other party was already a person who was about to die—as a "corpse" in the corpse sacrifice. , there has never been a 'corpse' who can safely survive a sacrifice and live to the end!

  Mr. Centipede picked up the gourd at his waist, and poured out a white flesh worm from it.

  The centipede he used to detect the clues of the deceased before and after his death had already died suddenly after swallowing the causal clues of twenty corpses.

The meat worm was wriggling on the table, and the golden-robed old man picked up a very thin vermilion brush, and on the back of the meat worm, outlined the five talisman talismans corresponding to the 'Wutongshen', the thin, bright red cloud splendens talisman Covering the flesh worm's back,

The old Taoist stepped forward in front of the altar, stepped on the gossip, clasped his hands, and his left hand formed a sword finger, pointing at the worm crawling on the desk, and babbled and sang: "Now, the dragon king on the river should be the real general!" Ling, the Yin soldiers of the Shuifu opened the way and opened the door—"

  While shaking his body and posing in various weird poses, Mr. Tian Centurious took out three wish power coins and placed them on the table.

  The surface of the river, which did not have much ups and downs, became even quieter at this time.

  Upstream, the movement of the Shaxi River into the Minjiang River has become much quieter.

  When the onlookers heard the title of 'Jianglong King', they didn't dare to discuss any more, and they all quieted down obediently.

  The old Taoist walked around the altar three times, got up and down between the overlapping benches and eight immortals tables, made various thrilling moves, and then turned up the altar suddenly, wearing a scarlet ghost king mask on his face.

  His voice suddenly became gloomy, like the voice of a ghost king, and at the same time, his left hand formed a sword finger, pointing at the meat worm that had climbed on the standing scarecrow on the table: "The river is quiet, and the gate of the water mansion is open.

  There is no disaster for the boatman to catch the boat, and the fisherman catches more fish!

  I am now the Mansion of Raining Water from the True Spirit,

  Together with the Dragon King on the river, facing the deep sea and the three,

   Straight into Zhenlu Mountain at the bottom of the river! "

The fleshy worm crawled on the scarecrow, and the blood-red 'five-way magic talisman order' drawn on the back suddenly burst, tearing the fleshy flesh of the fleshy worm, and strands of bright red blood flowed from the crystal clear and white fleshy worm's back Gushing out, dyed the whole scarecrow red!

  Century Old Daoist muttered quickly and vaguely: "The black altar at the foot of Zhenlu Mountain, where the spirits of Wutong appear!"

   "Respectfully invite Jiang Longwang (Wutong God) Yingzhen to come down!"

  Old Daokou invited the spirit of Yingzhen, the Dragon King of Jiang,

  But he wriggled his abdomen and uttered ventriloquism, but it was the spirit of the 'Wutongshen' Yingzhen who was invited!

He used the name of the Dragon King of the Water Mansion, but he did not report the altar name of the dragon king god, nor did he outline the corresponding talisman of the Minjiang Dragon King. Three, Zhenlu Mountain at the bottom of the river, the Wutong God in the black altar at the foot of the mountain!

  Fuling altar numbers all correspond to Wutongshen,

  Now the person who descends and manifests on the 'corpse' will naturally be the Wutong God!

  Century Master took up the stick of incense stuck on top of the blood-stained scarecrow, and inserted it into the Hunyuan bun on the head of the female teacher who was bound and fixed on the round stool!

  He stomped violently,

   Shouting again and again: "God is coming, God is coming, God is coming!

  God doesn't see me, God doesn't see me, God doesn't see me! "

  The whole altar shook!

  Such a strange scene scares the onlookers so much that they dare not speak out!

  (end of this chapter)