Chapter 55: The Three Poisonous Mirages, Died in Fukou City

Ding Hai in the stone pavilion on the hillside turned a deaf ear to the fragrant tea offered by Li Shengbing. He asked with a hint of joking: "How many people do you think believe what you just said?"

Li Shengbing responded calmly: "Those who can enter the hall are definitely not fools, even if they are not wise.

Most of them will not believe what I just said, but the intention and attitude I want to convey should be clear to the Great Elder."

Li Shengbing never expected that his words could confuse everyone in the hall. He just wanted to take this opportunity to show that he had no second thoughts about the temple that raised him, and that Ding Hai's sudden appearance was not arranged by him.

Originally, he was ready to accept the sect's investigation in the Discipline Hall. After the truth came to light, he would give up his identity as the Son of God and embrace a new future as an ordinary deacon of the temple.

However, who could have thought that an unexpected troublemaker like Ding Hai would appear halfway through and inexplicably change his fate.

He himself couldn't tell whether this was good or bad.

To be honest, even though he followed Wang Banxian's advice and placed an unprecedented heavy bet on Ding Hai.

But Li Shengbing still had doubts in his heart whether the contemporary God could return safely from the strange area of ​​Fukou.

As a master of Yangshen, Wuyi God is entrusted with the fortune of the Wuyi Palace. His luck cannot be worse than Ding Hai's.

However, even such a powerful and lucky Yangshen Zhenjun could not escape the entrapment of the strange area of ​​Fukou.

How could Ding Hai, who is inferior to the contemporary Wuyi God in every way, save the God?

The reason why Li Shengbing placed a heavy bet on Ding Hai was just to make sure he had a clear conscience.

"As the contemporary Son of God of Wuyi Temple, you don't seem to be keen on ascending to the throne of God?" There was a hint of amusement in Ding Hai's eyes.

"Brother, you should have heard that incense is poisonous." Li Shengbing said bluntly. After all, Maoshan and Wuyi Temple are both thousand-year-old sects, and they already know each other's ins and outs.

The reason why Ding Hai didn't know why he resisted taking over the position of Wuyi Divine Lord was simply because he had not previously had a deep understanding of the information about the Wuyi Divine Palace.

"Indeed, I have heard of it, but the Wuyi Temple has been passed down for eight generations. Even if you cannot completely solve the problem of poisonous incense, you should at least have found a way to suppress and weaken it."

Ding Hai does not believe that the Wuyi Shrine, which relies entirely on the power of incense and offerings, can find a way to break free from the shackles of incense and offerings.

However, it would be too absurd to say that Wuyi Shrine has no ability to suppress or weaken the poison of incense.

After all, a mad god who has lost his mind will not care about inheritance and future generations.

If any one of the eight generations of Wuyi gods had been corrupted by the prayers in the incense, the power of the Wuyi Temple would have collapsed long ago.

“The reason why our Wuyi Temple was able to weaken and suppress the erosion of the incense poison was all thanks to the blessing of the first ancestor Dongfang Shuo.

In those days, when the founder followed the Han army south to destroy Minyue, he refined the mountain god of Wuyi Mountain, who was allied with Minyue at the time, into a mountain god seal.

Later, due to Emperor Wu's suspicion, the Eastern Patriarch was forced to fake his death to escape, and finally chose Wuyi Mountain as his base to establish the Wuyi Temple.

With the Mountain God Seal, the Wuyi Gods of all generations are like the uncrowned kings of Wuyi Mountain. When combing the veins in the mountains, they can use the Mountain God Seal to gradually disperse the incense poison accumulated in their bodies into the bodies of the creatures in the mountains..."

Regarding the pros and cons of the way of incense, Ding Hai had read some records in the Maoshan Sutra Library.

The power of incense is indeed toxic, but the key is to control the amount of accumulation.

The trace amount of poison in the incense is not only harmless to the creatures in the mountains, but can help them open up their spiritual wisdom.

However, these creatures were affected by the poison of incense when they opened their spiritual intelligence, and thus have congenital defects.

Not only is it unable to transform into a big demon or pose a threat to the Wuyi Shrine, it also becomes a source of high-quality cultivation materials.

No wonder there are so many great medicines and spiritual materials in the Wuyi Divine Palace, and even local treasures and rare treasures of heaven and earth can be easily taken out.

In addition to the fact that this sect's practice method does not require a lot of practice resources, Wuyi Mountain, a treasure trove that continuously produces practice resources, is also the key to its rich resources.

It turns out that none of the people who have left a mark in history are simple.

As for the topic of the previous meeting, that is, whether Li Shengbing holds the private treasure house of the contemporary Wuyi God.

Ding Hai believes that the treasure is in his hands.

Treasures like Earth Marrow and Essence Milk are easy to come by, but rare treasures like Dragon Marrow are definitely not something that the forces behind Li Shengbing can easily take out.

Even if they do possess such treasures, they are only used internally.

Therefore, Ding Hai had specifically emphasized in the hall what the rewards for helping out were.

This was to show that Ding Hai was not aware of whether Li Shengbing had embezzled the treasures in the treasury.

Li Shengbing was unwilling to take over the position of Wuyi God because he had lost the Mountain God Seal, which seemed reasonable to Ding Hai.

The lifespan of the Yin God is thirty years, and the lifespan of the Yang God is five years.

However, even though the Wuyi gods of past generations had the Mountain God Seal to help weaken the poison of incense, they often could not live out their natural lives and often died a century short.

Now that there is no Mountain Divine Seal to suppress him, it is unknown whether the new Wuyi God can outlive Yin Shen Zhenren.

Considering the number of believers in Wuyi Shrine in Fujian, it is questionable whether the new deity can survive for a whole decade without going crazy.

Judging from Li Shengbing’s talent, he will definitely achieve Yin God before he turns forty.

If he had not taken over the throne of God, he might have hoped to live until the middle of the new century; but once he took over, he might not even survive the middle of this century, and might eventually have to commit suicide.

If it were you, what would you choose?
Ding Kai had no intention of commenting on Li Shengbing's choice. It was none of his business.

Understand the general situation and don't let Li Shengbing drag you into this mess without knowing it, or you'll have a bad reputation.

"With so many things happening today, it's not appropriate to go down to Fukou with your split avatar.

Tomorrow at noon, I will go to the welcoming hall on the mountainside to fulfill the agreement we made."

After nodding slightly, Ding Hai turned and left.

In the previous battle in the hall, he had already repaid Li Shengbing for his goodwill towards him.

Wuyi Shrine is about to undergo a major change, and he doesn't plan to continue participating in it, otherwise he will easily end up in a difficult situation.

After making up his mind, Ding Hai didn't want to get too involved with Li Shengbing, so it would be better to stay away from him when nothing was going on.

The next day, at the hour of Chen, Ding Hai arrived at the welcoming hall on the mountainside as promised.

The clam fairy invited by Wuyi Temple from Louvre Palace was placed in this hall, and the masters of the three demon sects fought side by side with Louvre Palace.

Therefore, Wuyi Temple simply placed the site for splitting the Three Poisonous Mirage's clones in the left wing of the Welcoming Hall.

The right wing was turned into a resting place for the guests who assisted in controlling the Three Poison Mirage avatars.

When Ding Hai arrived, quite a few people had already gathered in the small square in front of the Welcoming Hall.

Before the battle at Xinbo Lake, he was only a minor celebrity in Wuyi Mountain. After defeating Lu Zhuo, he began to gain fame. After the news of the great battle that took place on the top of Wuyi Mountain yesterday spread, he instantly became a huge star.

Many of the disciples who came to help were staring at Ding Hai as if he were a god, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Brother Ding looks no different from before except that he is a little whiter. How come he suddenly has the power to compete with Wuyi Shrine?" Wang Hui in the crowd was puzzled. She rubbed Zhuge Kongping beside her with her arm, wanting to ask Zhuge Kongping if he knew what was going on.

Zhuge Kongping shook his head, indicating that he knew nothing.

He really didn't know why Ding Hai's strength soared to the sky as if he had taken off a rocket.

If he remembered correctly, Ding Hai's strength was not so terrifying when they first formed an alliance!

Although Ding Hai was strong at that time, Zhuge Kongping asked himself if he could still see something.

But now, if he didn't use his eyes, he wouldn't be able to notice that Ding Hai was in front of him.

As for how Wang Hui and Zhuge Kongping got together, all we can say is that when there is a father-in-law who really wants to marry you as his son-in-law, some marriages are just like destined by heaven.

Faced with Ding Hai, a great master who could defeat an entire sect alone, the people from the Louvre and the Three Demon Sects dared not be careless and just waited in the Reception Hall for him to come.

As soon as they sensed Ding Hai's presence approaching, they came out to greet him together with the elders of Wuyi Temple who were guarding the Welcoming Hall.

After a brief greeting, the elder leading the Louvre team carefully took out a seashell that was only the size of a palm.

This shell looks ordinary, but Ding Crab can feel the terrifying power contained in its shell.

Don’t be fooled by the small size of this shell. If you really release the mirage inside the shell, it is not difficult to pull half of Wuyi Mountain into its illusion.

"Fairy Bang, please help me, my disciple."

The elder of the Louvre Palace, holding the clam fairy in his hand, gently opened the closed seashell, and a little fairy only the size of a thumb appeared in Ding Kai's field of vision.

When awakened by the elder of the Louvre Palace, the clam fairy hiding in the seashell seemed to be taking a nap.

After waking up, he was puffing up his cheeks with baby fat still on them, and kept blowing bubbles at the elder of the Louvre to express his dissatisfaction.

Seeing this, the elder of the Louvre Palace not only kept begging for mercy, but also took out a night pearl containing spiritual inspiration from his arms.

After getting the Night Pearl, the originally angry Clam Fairy finally calmed down. After putting away the Night Pearl, she stretched out her hands to Ding Crab.

Ding Crab, who already understood the process, sent a drop of blood containing the imprint of his own essence to the delicate hands of the Clam Fairy.

After obtaining Ding Hai's blood essence, the Clam Fairy lowered her head and spit out a breath of pure mirage air towards his blood essence. As soon as the two came into contact, they began to change.

A moment later, a little man who looked three-quarters like Ding Hai jumped out of the seashell.

The little man grew taller in the wind and in an instant was almost as tall as Ding Hai.

After the mirage clone appeared, Jun Mo Wen's master Tu Shaoxing stood in front of Ding Hai and said, "Fellow Daoist Ding, please try your best to arouse the emotions, otherwise I will not be able to use the secret method to stimulate the three corpses in your body."

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome."

The theory of the Three Corpses has a long history in Taoism. Although Maoshan does not have the means of the Three Demon Sects to induce the Three Corpses to leave the body and transform into entities, it still has the secret technique to temporarily kill the Three Corpses and expel them from the body.

Walking quickly to the front of the mirage clone, Ding Hai activated his innate Qi and quickly cut out three illusory human figures with different auras.

Among the three figures, one was scanning everything around him greedily, as if he wanted to take everything in the world and all living beings in the universe into his mind.

When one of them appeared, he started swearing, pointing and provoking everyone who was staring at him.

If he was just an illusion and couldn't make any sound, everyone would believe that he would have cursed very harshly.

The last phantom looked the most normal. It stood quietly in place after it appeared.

But as soon as Tu Shaoxing's eyes swept over this phantom, the three corpses in his body trembled so much that they wished they could dissolve themselves.

It wasn't the feeling of meeting a natural enemy, it was more like encountering ultimate destruction.

Isn’t Ding Hai a disciple of Taoism? How can he be more extreme than this guy who is despised as a demon?

"Go in." After transforming into the three corpses, Ding Kai raised his eyebrows, and his three corpse phantoms obediently entered the mirage clone.

This scene left everyone around stunned. It was ok that Ding Hai's three corpse clones looked like humans, but why were they so obedient?

Not only are their three corpses strange in appearance, they also always go against them. And because the three corpses are the embodiment of their own desires, it is often difficult for them to get the upper hand, and most of the time they end up embarrassing themselves.

God is unfair!
Countless wails sounded in the hearts of those who came to help.

Unfortunately, Ding Hai, who can't read minds, can't hear their cries.

As the three illusory figures resembling Ding Hai merged into the mirage clone, the originally ethereal and vague mirage clone instantly became solid and vivid.

The shape of the mirage clone is becoming more and more similar to Ding Hai's appearance, and every detail seems to have been carefully crafted.

The aura of the Three Poison Mirage clones also became deep and powerful, and his wanton and ostentatious aura made many weaker people in the small square dare not look directly at him.

"Why do I feel that this clone is even more evil than my master's Three Poison Clone?" Jun Mo Wen muttered in a low voice while hiding in the crowd.

His master Tu Shaoxing is a master who has already stabilized the earth soul. Among the Yin Gods in the world, he is also a well-known figure with outstanding achievements.

Any one of the three Three Poison Clone has a combat power comparable to the best of the Seven Souls Yin Gods of the major sects.

However, Jun Mo Wen, who had faced his master's three poisonous clones many times, now sincerely felt that even if his master's three poisonous clones attacked together, they would probably be beaten by Ding Hai's clone with one hand.

After the three poisonous mirage clones were completely formed, Ding Hai did not bother the elders of Wuyi Temple to use secret methods to connect his consciousness with the three poisonous mirage clones.

He stretched out his hand and touched the center of the eyebrows of the Three Poison Mirage clone, and separated a wisp of spiritual consciousness into the clone to control everything about it.

With his shoulders and hips twisted, Ding Hai briefly adapted to the basic situation of the Three Poison Mirage clones, then controlled the clones to go down the mountain directly.

The mysterious area of ​​Fukou is on the sea. After separating the three poisonous mirages, ordinary people need to take the magic frame prepared by the Wuyi Temple to rush to the coast, which usually takes three hours.

Ding Hai was too impatient to ride the magic rack improved from the Jia Ma Fu, it was too slow.

With a little movement of the machine, he crossed hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers in the time it took to drink a cup of tea and arrived at the outpost set up by the Wuyi Shrine on the seashore.

After taking a small boat, he stood at the bow and went out to sea in a leisurely manner.

About ten miles from the shore, he urged the boat towards a sea as calm and silent as a mirror.

The sea breeze is blowing above the ocean, but no matter how strong the wind is, there is not a single ripple in this sea area.

Unless he was looking for it intentionally, Ding Hai would definitely stay away from such a strange place.

Driven by magic power, the small boat under Ding Hai's feet sailed into this extremely strange "windless zone".

It seemed to have passed through a thin film and then fell into the water.

The moment the boat entered the doldrums, Ding Hai couldn't explain what happened to him.

But his spiritual sense told him.

he died.

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