Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 105 - 89: Only Daoist Priest Fan Dares to Ask the City God How to Suppress Gods and Buddhas! (Seeking First Subscription)_3

Chapter 105: Chapter 89: Only Daoist Priest Fan Dares to Ask the City God How to Suppress Gods and Buddhas! (Seeking First Subscription)_3

Teaching people to fear!

It was at this moment that the voice of the City God of Yinghe Prefecture resonated in everyone’s minds, "The reason why I invite Daoist practitioners and demons from all over the world to join in the celebration of my birthday every ten years..."

"Is at the behest of the human Imperial Court, to provide guidance and teaching to the cultivators and demons within Yinghe Prefecture."

"I can see through those with insincere hearts and those who harbor evil intentions... I will give these people a chance, a span of half a cup of tea’s time."

"After half a cup of tea, if they do not leave the City God Temple..."

"Consequences."

"Will be on their own heads."

The tone of the City God of Yinghe Mansion, unidentifiable as either joyful or angry, made the expressions of many cultivators on site change dramatically!

They were all panicked, cold sweat involuntarily seeping from their foreheads.

Yet, a sliver of hope kept them from moving their feet.

Kept them unwilling to leave this place.

Half a cup of tea’s time passed.

No one left.

The next instant!

Among the crowd, a cultivator with a hunched figure suddenly showed an expression of extreme pain, opened his mouth wide to let out a chilling low howl, and collapsed powerlessly to one side, landing heavily on the ground.

Underneath his skin seemed to wriggle thousands of worms.

The veins that showed through became especially dark, and wisps of black air began to seep out of his mouth and nose.

It was quite a terrifying sight.

Apart from him, several other individuals underwent the same fate, appearing as though they were better off dead.

The other cultivators quickly moved away from them.

To avoid getting blood on themselves.

Bang!!!

A cultivator in agony on the ground, his body inflating like a balloon before suddenly exploding! The blood that should have splattered out froze mid-air.

Drips of blood beads and pieces of flesh hung suspended, scaring many people considerably.

Especially those cultivators who were participating in the City Lord God’s birthday for the first time.

They were completely unaware that such a thing would happen.

They felt a chill all over!

Several Yin Envoys from Yinghe Prefecture darted over, casting out their soul hooking ropes, the hooks landing steadily on the scattered remains, anchoring the souls.

With a light tug, the Yin Envoys pulled back the ropes, carrying with them the souls of these freshly dead ghosts.

The Soul-Collecting Umbrella was raised.

The souls of these cultivators with impure intentions were directly harvested by the Yin Envoy into the umbrella.

Without a chance to resist!

Upon seeing this.

Everyone’s hearts turned cold!

"Dad..." Inside the main hall, Chen Xiaoxiao gulped quietly and whispered, "If we were also those with impure intentions, would we end up like them?"

"...Probably?" Chen Zhuan didn’t know how to answer; he could only vaguely respond with a non-committal reply.

However, Chong Hengzi didn’t find this surprising, for he had seen such scenes before.

Seeing it again now.

He was unfazed.

Chong Hengzi curiously turned his head towards Fan Wu beside him, only to discover that this Daoist Priest Fan didn’t care in the slightest about what was happening outside, still focusing wholeheartedly on the delicacies in front of him.

Chong Hengzi couldn’t help but be astonished.

Even though it was Daoist Priest Fan’s first time participating in the City God’s birthday celebration at Yinghe Mansion.

The result.

Daoist Priest Fan was calmer than anyone else!

Following that, the birthday celebration of the City God of Yinghe Mansion proceeded according to its original routine, step-by-step without any disturbance.

During the process, nobody dared to cause trouble.

Nor did any cunning creatures dare to wreak havoc.

Everything went smoothly.

Late into the night... the City God of Yinghe Prefecture began to give Daoist lectures and pointers to a group of cultivators and strange beings.

Each sentence He spoke seemed to contain thousands of profound mysteries.

A casual remark from Him could probably allow a cultivator to meditate for a lifetime.

And for some cultivators with duller aptitudes, they may never be able to comprehend it in their entire lives.

It’s unknown whether it was because of some connection with Fan Wu or not.

Chong Hengzi, Chen Zhuan, and others did not fall into any confusion; they each had their own understanding of the City Lord God’s pointers and lectures, almost as if they were specially favored by Him.

"Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu, do you have any questions? You can ask anything, and there’s no need to worry about any taboo," the ethereal voice of the City God echoed slowly throughout the City God Temple.

As His voice faded, everyone and every strange being in the City God Temple wore an incredulous expression.

This...

The City Lord God had never singled out anyone to ask questions during His previous Daoist lectures and pointers.

Why... was He suddenly picking out someone now?

Qiulong Temple’s Fan Wu? The Fan family? Could it be the City Lord God is asking that strangely muscular Daoist in the main hall?

Ah, this!

What kind of virtue did this Daoist accumulate in his previous life? Could he possibly have been a paragon of goodness for nine lifetimes?

Fan Wu was also taken aback.

He had come here only for a free meal.

He also wanted to see if any strange beings would dare to make trouble in front of the City God of Yinghe Prefecture, and then he could naturally harvest Free Attribute Points.

As for the Daoist lectures and pointers of the City God of Yinghe Prefecture.

Sorry.

He didn’t understand!

The City God mustn’t have mistaken him for someone who could understand what He was saying, could He?

After a moment’s thought.

Fan Wu didn’t ask about cultivation, because he simply didn’t practice it.

Moreover, the City God of Yinghe Prefecture had just said that there was no need to worry about taboos, right?

He poured a mouthful of wine down his throat and cracked a smile.

He did not hold back.

And he truly did not care about any taboos.

He asked forthrightly, "How can one’s physique be tempered to the true pinnacle? How can one rely on a pair of iron fists to smash ghosts and malevolent spirits?"

"And even..."

"Gods?"

"Buddhas?"

Fan Wu’s voice was not loud, but in this quiet environment, it still reached everyone’s ears.

All the cultivators in the City God Temple.

Were dumbfounded!

They had thought Fan Wu would take advantage of this opportunity to ask some tricky questions regarding cultivation, and then they could eavesdrop on the answers.

But instead, Fan Wu had asked such a blasphemous question!

This this this...

This man, doesn’t he have any respect for the gods and buddhas in heaven at all? Is he really a Daoist Priest?

Is he truly not a madman who wears a Daoist Robe but does not believe in gods or buddhas?

Such irreverence towards gods and buddhas, one might occasionally grumble about it privately in their hearts... but he actually said it out loud in front of the City Lord God!

The City Lord God...

Is a deity!!!

To dare ask the City Lord God how to use fists to subdue gods and buddhas?!!

Ah, this!!

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