Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 637: One person's success brings prosperity to the whole family, Tiantong Church's Conferred God Conference

"Dog hedgehog, you really know how to fall!"

Lu Jin gritted his teeth in anger. Although it was painful to be slapped away by the nine-headed lion, it was even more distressing to serve as a cushion for Lu Ci.

He kicked Lu Ci away and crawled out of the human-shaped pit.

The nine-headed lion was not far away. Instead of continuing to attack, it yawned, looking as hateful as a cat playing with a mouse.

At the same time, the Taoists from Longhu Mountain who had arrived one after another stood on both sides, all with surprised looks on their faces, somewhat confused about the situation.

As soon as they came over, they saw Senior Brother Zhiwei riding a lion with nine heads and beating the two distinguished guests, Lu Ci and Lu Jin.

One side is the senior brother.

One party is a distinguished guest.

If their senior brother was beaten, they would definitely go to help him.

But now it is the senior brothers who are beating the distinguished guests. If I go over to lend a hand, that would be very presumptuous. They are cultivators, not gangsters.

But soon, one of them noticed something strange and pointed at Zhang Zhiwei's mount and said:
"Have you noticed that the thing that Senior Brother Zhiwei is riding... why... why does it look a bit like... Jiu... Jiuling Yuansheng?"

Another Taoist priest said, "It does look alike, but isn't Jiuling Yuansheng the mount of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun and Dongji Qinghua Emperor? How could he appear under Senior Brother Zhiwei?"

Another Taoist priest said, "Have you forgotten? There was a rumor before that Senior Brother Zhiwei was the reincarnation of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor, which is why he is so extraordinary. Could this rumor be true?"

"It should be true. Senior Brother Zhiwei even rode on the Nine Spirits Yuansheng. Could it be false?!"

"Then what should we call Senior Brother Zhiwei? Should we continue to call him Senior Brother, or should we call him Heavenly Lord? Great Emperor? Emperor?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? No matter who he is, he is our senior brother now!"

Tian Jinzhong also came, standing in the crowd, and said with a confident look on his face.

Zhang Huaiyi was also mixed in the crowd, listening to the conversations of his fellow disciples around him, his face full of confusion, and he was muttering in his heart, is this the reincarnation of the Emperor, true or false?
But he quickly suppressed this thought.

Because he found that the nine-headed lion was very strong, and even he could not guarantee to defeat it.

I can't beat my brother, and I can't beat his mount either...

Zhang Huaiyi took a deep breath and focused on watching the battle between Lu Jin, Lu Ci and the Nine-headed Lion.

Strictly speaking, this cannot be considered a battle, but more like a game of cat and mouse. Lu Jin and Lu Ci are the mice, and they are beaten away by the cat, the Nine-Headed Lion, again and again.

The cat is not in a hurry to kill the mouse, so the mouse still has a chance to fight back, but the fight back will have little effect and is dispensable.

Lu Jin's condition was better. He had the Reverse Life Protection. Although he was knocked away again and again and looked miserable, he was very tenacious, like an indestructible cockroach.

But Lu Ci couldn't do that. The protective ability of Ruyi Jin was just average. If he was hit around like Lu Jin, he would probably turn into a pool of minced meat.

"Although Nisheng's shortcomings are obvious, his strengths are also obvious!"

Lu Ci sighed and tried using Ruyi Jin several times, but it didn't work. Instead, it created danger. He realized that there was a huge difference between his mount and Senior Brother Zhang's.

This couldn't help but make him feel a little frustrated, and he wanted to surrender and stop fighting, but Lu Jin was still like a fool, rushing forward again and again, and being knocked away again and again.

In this situation, if he surrenders, where will he save his face?

From now on, when you are in front of Lu Jin, you have to bury your head in your crotch, right?
People fight for a breath of air, Buddhas fight for a stick of incense. Lu Jin refused to retreat, and Lu Ci could only grit his teeth and carry on.

Little did he know that at this time, the respectable man Lu Jin also had the same idea as him.

With this mentality, the two men persisted for several more rounds like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

In the end, Lu Ci's legs were broken and he curled up on the ground, unable to move, with pain all over his body.

Lu Jin, who had been at the front and suffered the most severe beatings, was beaten into a state of rebirth at some point and fainted on the ground.

Zhang Zhiwei's mind moved, and he put away his magical powers. The nine-headed lion slowly disappeared, dissipating like a dream.

He walked up to Lu Jin and checked his condition. Lu Jin had the protection of Reverse Life, so he was not seriously injured.

He injected a stream of red Qi into Lu Jin's body.

The injuries on Lu Jin's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyelids moved slightly, and he was about to wake up.

He walked to Lu Ci again. Lu Ci did not faint, but was lying on the ground unable to move.

"Hedgehog, how do you feel? Did you enjoy the battle?" Zhang Zhiwei said as he poured the Red Hand's Qi into his body.

The Qi entered his body and he felt his injuries improving rapidly. Lu Ci let out a long breath and his expression began to ease. He said:
"Sure enough, the sparring in reality and the sparring in the inner world are two completely different feelings."

He sparred with the "State Master" in the hall space. Even though he was beaten to death several times, he was able to keep his spirit and continue to charge forward with gritted teeth.

In reality, his breath was shaken by the roar of the nine-headed lion, and his internal organs were damaged, his bones and tendons were broken by several slaps, and most of the anger in his heart was lost in an instant.

"Everything in the inner scene seems real, but it is actually just a mirage, far from the truth." Zhang Zhiwei said: "If you can become a master by practicing in the inner scene, then won't the sorcerers be invincible?"

After curing Lü Ci, Zhang Zhiwei took back his Qi and said:

"By the way, Erbi, the nine-headed lion just now was a strengthened version. I also have a weakened version. Do you and Lao Lu want to try it again?"

Lu Jin was already awake with his eyes half open, but when he heard this, he quickly closed them again and fainted.

He didn't want to go through this kind of torture a second time.

A weakened version of the nine-headed lion... Zhang Huaiyi in the crowd at the back kept muttering to himself. He did want to go up, but he was not the kind of person who would fight a battle without confidence.

Just like the nine-headed lion just now, he was not completely sure, so he just stood in the crowd and watched from afar, without any intention of going up to try.

Zhang Huaiyi thought, how much weaker is this weakened version? This is still a question. In order to avoid failure like Lu Mang and Hedgehog, it is best to let them try the waters again...

He looked at Lu Ci not far away, expecting him to step on the mine.

But unexpectedly, when Lu Ci heard that there was a weakened version, not only was he not tempted, he shook his head quickly and refused it straightforwardly.

The strength of the nine-headed lion just now was there. Even if it was weaker, it probably wouldn't be much weaker. He didn't want to be beaten half to death again.

Most importantly, he didn't gain much.

When fighting with the "National Master" in the interior scene, the "National Master" will teach them some moves and give them some pointers.

But when fighting against the nine-headed lion, the opponent would just play like a cat playing with a mouse, slapping them here and there, and it would be of no use at all.

He really wants to improve, but he doesn't want to be abused, especially meaningless abuse.

Lu Ci refused. Without someone to test the waters for him, Zhang Huaiyi gave up the idea.

Seeing that Lu Cixian had refused, Lu Jin slowly woke up, stood up, clasped his hands towards Zhang Zhiwei and said:
"As expected of you, Senior Brother Zhang. I admit I am inferior to you."

Zhang Zhiwei also responded to Lu Jin's request for respect, folded his hands and said:

"Thank you, thank you!" Seeing that the matter here was over, a group of Taoists couldn't wait to come over and ask.

"Brother Zhiwei, what's with that Nine-Headed...Nine-Spirit Saint you just mentioned? He was really impressive!"

"Yes, yes, Brother Zhiwei, you are not really the reincarnation of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor, are you?"

"Should we call you Emperor from now on?"

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"I am who I am. I am your senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the master's disciple, a Tiantong person, and the leader of Tiantong Sect, but..."

Zhang Zhiwei said in a deep voice: "I am not the reincarnation of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor. As for why I own this lion..."

He briefly explained the matter of the divine mask.

People seldom saw Zhang Zhiwei so serious, and now they knew the reason. Although they were surprised that there was such a coincidence in the world, they did not comment on it too much.

Everyone stayed together, chatted for a while, and then went about their own business.

Only Tian Jinzhong, Zhang Huaiyi, Lu Jin, Lu Ci and Zhang Zhiwei were left.

"Brother, you really have some ideas for playing yourself with this godly mask!"

After listening to Zhang Zhiwei's explanation, even Zhang Huaiyi couldn't help but admire the brilliant idea of ​​Zhang Zhiwei.

"Why, you want to learn?" Zhang Zhiwei asked with a smile.

Zhang Huaiyi said: "I do have some ideas, but I don't follow the path of incense and faith. Even if I play myself, there will be no improvement, right?"

"As for what you said about life and death being one... if they are together, both will benefit, but if they are apart, both will suffer. This is indeed very good, but that is only for you, brother."

Zhang Huaiyi analyzed: "Our life cultivation is far inferior to yours, and our efficiency of improvement is also not as good as yours. If the soul and the body are gathered together, the advantage of prosperity for all will not be seen in a short period of time, but the effect of suffering for all will be immediate."

"Just like the injuries that Hedgehog and Lao Lu just suffered, even without your treatment, with their recovery ability, they would have recovered in a month or two, or half a year at most."

"But if their lives are one, the injuries just now would not only severely damage their bodies, but also their souls. This kind of injury is not simple, and they might die on the spot."

Zhang Huaiyi briefly analyzed the gains and losses.

He has always been a very rational person. What is suitable for Zhang Zhiwei may not be suitable for him.

Lu Jin, Lu Ci and others were eager to try it, but after hearing what Zhang Huaiyi said, they immediately gave up and no longer had this idea.

When the body is hurt, one can often endure it with perseverance.

But the pain of the soul is not something that ordinary people can endure.

Especially Lu Ci, he focused more on practicing Qi, and did not do much to temper his life. It was only after he learned the skill of hoeing the ground that he saw improvement.

If the soul is fixed on the body, even if he is hit hard, his soul may be shaken.

If he lost an arm, in addition to enduring the pain of a broken arm, he would also have to endure the pain of his soul being torn apart. I'm afraid he would collapse directly.

The most important thing is that it is still very difficult to achieve this step. It is difficult and the benefits are small, so we can only give up, at least not for the time being.

"Now that you mention it, it seems so!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded. Life and sex are one. It not only strengthens life, but also increases risks.

"But..." Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Huaiyi and continued, "It doesn't matter whether your life and death are in harmony or not. You can still try to play yourself, because you actually have faith in incense."

"I have faith?!" Zhang Huaiyi was stunned, a little puzzled, "Where does my faith come from?"

Zhang Zhiwei said, "Wang Ai has set up a Tiantong sect in the Magic City. It has quite a lot of believers and is very popular. He has also compiled a messy system of gods based on us. You are also involved."

"I have a share too?" Zhang Huaiyi was very surprised. After thinking for a while, he said:

"Come to think of it, when we were in the Magic City, he once asked me about this matter. My suggestion to him was that the church should respect you as the most important god and not involve other gods. Why did they include me in it?"

Zhang Zhiwei said: "He also told me about this, but I rejected this idea. The main purpose of my setting up the Tiantong Church is not to achieve my own success."

"So, I asked Wang Ai to arrange a so-called priesthood for you and himself. Although it is useless now, it may be useful in the future."

"You can also use the Godhead mask to play yourself, and then try to use yourself to accept the part of the Tiantong Church's beliefs. See if it works?"

After hearing what Zhang Zhiwei said, the other people's eyes lit up.

"Then senior brother, have you accepted it?" Zhang Huaiyi asked hurriedly.

"Not yet. I plan to wait for it to brew for a while before I deal with it!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

Although he had been absorbing the power of faith, he did not activate the mask of divinity to reshape his mask.

The masks worn by ordinary entertainers are the facial masks of gods. Initially they were just heavy makeup, but later they became facial masks.

Zhang Zhiwei's mask is his own face, that is, himself.

Normally, a singer would have several abilities, but Zhang Zhiwei, who plays himself, only has one ability even though he has reached the third level, which is the ability to break the divine eye.

The reason for this is that when he was on Facebook, his faith was very low and few people believed in him, so he was born with only one ability.

Later, more and more people believed in him, but he never used these beliefs to repaint his own face, so he did not have any supernatural powers.

But this does not mean that these magical powers are gone. They are there, and Zhang Zhiwei can use them at any time if he wants.

But he didn't, he was going to let his faith float for a while.

You know, the more believers there are, the higher the priesthood, and the more powerful the supernatural powers that are born will be.

The reason why his divine eyes appeared was only because after he turned on the golden light, his whole body was covered in golden light, leaving only a pair of eyes as bright as stars shining, so those believers imagined that his eyes had incredible powers.

Although the Wangpo Divine Eye is very useful, and as his strength grows and his faith increases, the ability of the Divine Eye is also getting stronger.

But its birth is very dramatic and uncontrollable. Zhang Zhiwei also doesn't know what kind of magical power he can gain by constructing it now, so he has never tried it.

He planned to wait until Wang Ai's Tiantong Church had achieved initial success before constructing and taking over.

In that case, the supernatural powers obtained would be within the scope of the priesthood, so at least they would not be a mess.

"By the way, Senior Brother," Zhang Huaiyi asked, "what kind of priesthood did Fatty Wang get for me?"

He was somewhat tempted. He had always longed for strength, so he would naturally not give up such an opportunity.

Zhang Zhiwei thought for a moment and said, "Fatty Wang said you have big ears, so I made an app for you that allows you to listen to everything in the world while sitting still."

(End of this chapter)