The city god knew that he was guilty and suddenly jumped away.
Wu Ming wanted to use his means, but he saw that Yin Cao Tianguan was in no hurry and didn’t catch up with the clouds. He took out a jade pen and found a book of jade and hooked Lin Wenzhi’s name.
Suddenly, the spell was fleeing. Suddenly, Lin Chenghuang’s body cracked, and a ghost was thrown out of the chain by Yin Cao Tiangong.
Then he locked the Yin gods one by one to escape, and all the names were removed. No matter how he hid and fled, he couldn’t get away.
On the contrary, Cao Guan, the man, did not rush to Wu Ming and bowed his hand: "It must be a multi-eyed real person."
Wu Ming quickly replied that he dared not. This should be the famous Wei Zhi in the future.
"It’s thanks to you that the real people saw the anger and sent me two to clean up this bunch of sin gods, otherwise we will be even more to blame when they commit more sins!"
This man Cao Guan is sincerely grateful for this visit, but he is not dealing with this city god and has the opportunity to discount the merits.
Otherwise, the two of them would have been relegated to the world.
Wu Ming is also interested in making two talks. He will seal the bowl for a long time and Chen Hui, the mountain god, will also give him a hand.
As a bunch of city gods were taken away by Yin Cao Guan, the surrounding mountain gods, land and rivers gods were questioned by Cao Guan one by one, and all the guilty were dealt with according to law, which also ended the matter.
Wu Ming never showed up again and had already set foot on the eastbound road.
Yes, although he is gone, there are more people in the city.
Immortals demote the city god, play the Lord of the city god, and save Zhu Jialang at night …
There are also several Taoist temples in the city to worship the heavens and the earth with the respect of the gods.
There are three realms that are floating and misty, and they feel that they have recorded merits and deeds.
A man on the eastbound avenue is on his way.
There is a blue cloud floating in the middle, which is invisible, indicating that this is a Taoist priest.
spring is gone and autumn has come—passage of time
Today, when I arrived at a border, I saw an old man standing by the road to greet me with a tea stall.
"In the long run, I won’t meet you. I won’t meet you with a cup of tea."
Wu Ming smiled and thanked him for taking the tea and gulped it down.
"What is the boundary of the old man’s side?"
The old man said, "This is a small western world where everyone respects Buddha."
Is there a small Buddhist paradise at this time?
"Edge is called a small Buddhist paradise? Is there a real Buddha world? "
When the old man saw the talents around him, he said, "Where is there a lot of Buddhist temples in Zhenfo Mountain where everyone pays homage to Buddha and incense? It’s just a small Buddhist paradise."
Wu Ming also breathed a sigh of relief. Maitreya Buddha should not bother himself. The acquired ethnic bag and gold cymbals are very clear.
Since it is the boundary of the Western Heaven, the steep mountain here must be the Seven Wonders Mountain. I wonder if there is a persimmon.
"This mountain is famous for its many persimmon trees."
The old man said
"That persimmon tree is born?"
It will not happen overnight that this mountain is full of persimmon trees.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,no."
Planting trees?
After chatting for a long time, the two old men asked Wu Ming to stay in Japan and set off.
Surround the tea shed and make a bedroom. Wu Ming will rest here without refusing.
Wu Ming opened his eyes the next morning.
I found myself sitting around a piece of bluestone, surrounded by barren and chaotic grass, where there were still tea stalls and old men.
He didn’t have an accident.
There is a post on the ground that reads:
Real people come from afar to forgive the seven wonders of the land. In front of the green tea, the Buddha land must be carefully thought of as a Buddha and a magic.
Wu Ming thanked him with a hand and said, "Thank you for your time."
Chapter 11 Tree Planting Little Monsters Everyone Becomes a Buddha
Wu Ming lifted his leg and stepped into the mountain.
Jianshan Mountain, Cliff, Steep Broken Wall and Residual Peak Road, a Jiashi Hutong.
Then I went into that rare place, and sure enough, there was some bad smell, and there were rotten persimmons on the roadside.
It’s the persimmon that has all kinds of insects, but it hasn’t become a thin shit at this time
Wu Ming always loves the net, but at the moment, he does not hesitate to take off his shoes and step by step through the rotten persimmon mud with bare feet.