Wanbao Lady

Chapter 351 Witch God Cult

"So it turned out that he was promoted to Yang God only recently..."

Inside the palace, the Pingjiang Demon King suddenly smiled broadly, feeling extremely pleased.

But I don’t know what he was thinking about, and he suddenly frowned.

No! wrong!

Since the other party has just been promoted to Yang God, how can he compete with me?

He even crushed his own virtual body to pieces!

This is definitely not right!

He walked back and forth, thinking carefully in his mind about what he had seen that day and how he felt at that time, and his face suddenly became heavy.

That day, he clearly felt an extremely strong pressure!

But it’s not a single pressure coming from one individual, but the entire secret realm that is putting pressure on himself!

There is something strange about that secret realm!

Could it be...it's the important place of immortals?

In the world of cultivation, the so-called important places of immortality are a general term for houses, secret places, caves, etc. that have functions such as concealing the secrets of heaven, blessing the owner, or suppressing those who are not the owner.

Very rare.

Thinking of the overwhelming pressure that seemed to fall from the sky that day, he nodded affirmatively.

It must be an important place of immortals without a doubt!

Thinking of this, the Pingjiang Demon King was suddenly in trouble.

What should we do if the other party keeps hiding in our secret realm and refuses to come out?

Just based on the pressure he felt at that time, he knew that it was definitely a top-notch immortal palace!

The defense must be strong, and it is impossible to break through it from the outside...but its body is being watched by those two damn human monks, so it is basically impossible to act rashly.

Unless... you can get the other party to come over on their own initiative...

Thinking of this, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

"You said... that many mortals believed in that man?"

Hearing this, the Heavenly Human Stage Great Demon who was kneeling on one knee below nodded, "That's right! He is quite popular in Qingzhou, and even in the surrounding states, there are people who worship him."

Hearing this, the Pingjiang Demon King burst into laughter, feeling extremely pleased.

A vicious light flashed in his eyes, and his pupils instantly turned into cold vertical pupils.

"This is really... great!"

-

Not long after.

Xiangzhou.

Heluo Prefecture.

Dingjun County.

Heluo Prefecture is a large prefecture located on the east side of Pingjiang. It is famous for its ship trade and often travels between Da Zhou and the southern Wu Yue Kingdom to conduct trade between the two places. Therefore, it is extremely prosperous.

But not all places are rich.

Dingjun County is an exception.

Because it is far away from the provincial capital, it can almost be said to be located at the very edge of Heluo Prefecture, so the prosperity of the provincial capital has nothing to do with it.

Minjia Village is an ordinary village in Dingjun County, adjacent to Biesheng Mountain. After crossing Biesheng Mountain, you will enter Yuanzhou. Since there are small paths in the mountains that can quickly travel between the two states, merchants or brave people often ignore the official road and take the small paths instead.

Over time, these traveling merchants started doing business in Minjia Village.

On this day, Min Ang was about to open the door of the restaurant he ran as usual, but he seemed to suddenly think of something, and he grabbed a wooden sign from the table and hung it on the door handle outside.

There are four big words written on it: Closed today.

A passing villager saw this, smiled as if it was normal, and shouted: "Hey, closing down again? Not making money anymore?"

Min Ang pretended to be angry and said, "What do you mean by again? It's been a month since the last time we closed down! So, give yourself a day off every month. Life should be enjoyed!"

Hearing this, the villagers waved their hands casually and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, you still understand life."

Watching the villager's back as he left, Min Ang stared at the pattern of the thousand-bearded insect painted on his headscarf, slowly restrained the smile on his lips, then closed the door again and entered the house.

That night.

The two men were seen sneaking towards the restaurant, then knocking on the door gently in a regular manner.

The door creaked open, and Min Ang warmly welcomed the two in. Then he looked around cautiously before closing the door again.

"My wife keeps talking about witches and gods in my ears all day long. My ears are almost callused! Luckily I coaxed her back to her parents' home, so I have some free time now!"

A burly man complained.

Hearing this, another man patted his chest and said in a mean way: "Luckily I'm a bachelor! Bachelors have no worries! Haha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man was hit by his friend, and he grimaced in pain.

"This is called the love between husband and wife, don't you understand? Forget it, Min Yang, you are just a bachelor, you know nothing!"

"You are the only one who is stubborn!"

The two of them didn't quarrel for long, and soon, there was a regular knock on the door again.

Within two quarters of an hour, men and women were seen walking into the restaurant. Some had relaxed and happy smiles on their faces, while others looked worried.

"I coaxed my parents to sleep, and then I sneaked out."

"Boy, you've grown taller again, hahaha!"

"You don't know, I feel like I'm going to be nagged to death! It's fine if the Wu Yue people believe in the Wushen Cult, but they, the good people of the Great Zhou, also believe in it. What a big deal!"

"Oh, the older generation is all like this. They believe whatever people say to them. As children, we can't argue with them. Oh!"

"In recent years, it seems that more and more people believe in Wushen Religion. Why doesn't the court do anything about it?"

"The imperial court also has its own difficulties! This Xiangzhou territory already has a population of 10% of the Wuyue people. They insist on believing in their own national religion and have not caused any rebellion. It's not a good idea to drive all of them away, right?"

"Hehe, there was no riot... then what about three hundred years ago?"

"That was also criticized by the imperial court... But, alas, no matter how much you try to guard against people, you can never guard against their hearts! Those witch gods are really good at talking! They wear a hypocritical mask every day, and the elders in the tribe just fall for it!"

"We in the Great Zhou are so tolerant. You can believe in any god you want! But when the Wushen Cult came, it openly or covertly let the elders squeeze out other non-believers, causing us to be sneaky too!"

"I feel like my parents have become suspicious. I'm afraid it won't be so easy next time I come out."

Listening to people talking, Min Angyi frowned slightly and clenched his fists tightly in the dark.

At this time, a clear female voice was heard: "Brother Min Ang, when do we start?"

Hearing this, Min Ang said slowly: "Don't worry, Aliang hasn't come yet!"

After hearing this, some people couldn't help but start complaining.

"Why hasn't Min Liang come yet? He's already late!"

"Don't worry, it will probably be here soon."

Sure enough, after a while, a rhythmic knocking sound was heard outside the door.

A man immediately laughed and said, "Look, isn't it coming?"

As he spoke, he walked forward, opened the door, and said casually: "Aliang, you finally..."

Before he could finish his words, he stopped in shock like a chicken with its neck strangled.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest and slowly lowered his head, only to see a sharp dagger piercing his chest.

The sticky blood instantly dripped onto the ground, making an imperceptible "click" sound.

"Min Shisan, why don't you..."

The man who was complaining just now hadn't finished speaking when he saw Min Shisan, who went to open the door, fall straight down stiffly.

The air suddenly froze.