Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

In the vast canteen, the densely packed dishes, tables, chairs, pots, pans, and other utensils all seemed to be staring at the king at the door.

The next breath, there were evil things like peanuts, broad beans, and fennel beans. With a scream, it scrambled and crawled into a corner.

A table sprouted sharp teeth: "Brothers, I'll be your shield. Lift me up and smash me to death."

Numerous plates rained down on it: "We'll act as your external armor!"

A whole roasted lamb was hoisted onto a table, its head poking out from the table's mouth, revealing twisted horns ablaze with black flames: "Charge with me!"

tread!tread!tread!

With its hooves flying and horns bristling, the sheep, carrying a table, charged toward the throne.

There were steamed buns and mantou, and they also pulled out fried dough sticks and twisted dough sticks, which were used as bowstrings and tied between the pillars of the hall.

Then, they rolled and jumped up, landing on the bowstring.

A bear paw sprouted hands and feet, pulling on the bowstring: "Kill!"

boom! boom! boom!

A massive quantity of steamed buns and mantou arrived like thunderbolts.

It also contains a large amount of pickled vegetable shreds, which, like poisonous needles, attack stealthily.

Wang Quan sighed, "Here we go again!"

Since he and many other monks finished fixing the roof tiles a few days ago, he has been going into the dining hall every day.

The evil within this cafeteria is far more terrifying than when he first entered.

He remembered that when he first came in, many of the dishes could talk, and some of them were evil and attacked him.

However, very few take the initiative.

But now, a third of the evil here will actively attack him.

boom! boom! boom!

A burst of blue smoke appeared, and hundreds of muscular men carrying shields formed a defensive circle.

Wang Quan himself recited Taoist scriptures and performed a spell called Water Moon Mirror Flower.

call!

He spat out dozens of streams of magical power, which exploded and rippled around him.

A figure just like him appeared in the same spot.

The light around his Yang spirit was distorted, making him imperceptible to evil.

call out!

As the Yang God soared into the sky, he rubbed his hands together, and dozens of Illusory Moon Yin Lightning bolts appeared.

These dark thunderbolts are held back, waiting for evil to break through the illusion and discover the Yang spirit before releasing a thunderbolt that explodes, causing the opponent to fall into the illusion.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Steamed buns, dumplings, and pickled vegetable shreds tore apart the paper shield and rolled all over the ground.

The whole roasted lamb, carrying a table, smashed through the paper shield and finally crashed into the door.

The plate lying on the table was shaken and shattered into pieces.

The roasted whole lamb shook its head, looked around, pawed at the ground a few times with its front hooves, and then charged toward the royal power it saw.

What it saw as royal power was actually just a pillar in the hall.

boom!

The whole roasted lamb crashed into a pillar in the hall, and the table let out an evil scream before shattering and dying.

The many evil spirits on the pillars of the hall cursed loudly, "Foolish sheep, you almost killed us!"

"Are you blind? That damn thing isn't here with us, it's right behind you!"

However, the roasted whole lamb was in a hallucination, only hearing Wang Quan's sarcastic remarks, which made it furious and it cursed: "Damn it, I will definitely cut you open today."

It shook its head and wagged its tail, pawing the ground with its front hooves, and rammed into the pillar again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as the whole roasted lamb fell into an illusion, the other evils that rushed into the paper doll's protective range also fell into an illusion.

Seeing that the other side was a royal power, they launched a fierce attack.

More paper figures were caught in the evil battle and exploded, turning into countless pieces of paper flying everywhere.

As paper scraps fluttered, the inherent power of the "Bright Moon Illuminates Me" technique erupted, continuously amplifying the illusion.

Wang Quan did not act immediately. He observed many evils and soon locked onto a roast goose.

This roast goose rode a roast rooster, used a plate as a shield and chopsticks as weapons, and charged around in all directions.

However, Wang Quan discovered that although the roast goose seemed to be trapped in an illusion, it kept getting closer to his Yang God body as it charged forward.

"Can it resist illusions?"

"Trying to scheme against me?"

"A trivial skill!"

"Behold my guide to saving sentient beings!"

Wang Quan spoke, reciting scriptures.

One hundred streams of magical power condensed into the Scripture of Salvation, transforming into Daoist characters that landed directly on the evil roast goose.

The roast goose screamed in agony, its entire body billowing black smoke.

It shrieked, pointing to the location of the true form of royal power: "Damn it, it's in the air! Charge with me!"

Some evil was awakened and rushed into the air with it.

Paper maids flew out from around the king, placed him in a sedan chair, and then ran away.

The power of the Ferryman Sutra once again fell upon the roast goose.

The roast goose screamed in agony, pointing to the new location of the royal power: "Damn it, it's hidden behind the pillar! The palace is under my control!"

boom!

Some evil charged at it.

As a result, the palace maids lifted the royal power into the air.

As the two sides pursue each other, the number of lucid evils increases.

At this moment, Wang Quan did not hesitate to unleash several [Illusory Moon Yin Lightning].

The lightning and fire exploded, the illusionary power increased, and the pursuing evil diminished.

But the roast goose still rode the roast chicken in pursuit.

Wang Quan, unhurried and deliberate, recited scriptures to help people, gradually converting the roast goose.

Once...

The roast goose, enraged and full of energy, relentlessly pursued the prey.

Five times...

The roast goose felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and two kings kept appearing in front of his eyes.

But it still shouted "Charge!"

Ten times...

The roast goose let out a miserable scream, and billowing blue smoke rose from its body.

At that moment, it awoke.

It remembered that it used to be a goose demon; it guarded its master's house, even laid eggs for its master, and assisted its master in cultivation.

But one day, it seemed as if the sky had collapsed, and countless crimson lights fell from the sky.

Its owner was chopped into minced meat by a group of strange people and made into dumplings.

It was gutted, its feathers plucked, and made into roast goose.

Then, it kept getting eaten by the weirdos, and then it kept appearing on the dinner table.

Then, some people like its owner appeared and repeatedly killed it.

"So, I was already dead!"

"So, I was a victim too!"

"So, you were the one who saved me!"

Tears streamed down the face of the roast goose as it kowtowed to the king. But the moment its head bowed, it vanished completely into the smoke.

At this moment, the king's power locked onto the evil roasted chicken riding on the roast goose.

Because this bastard roast chicken actually raised the banner of chasing after roast goose and led a group of evil people to pursue him.

Recite the Sutra of Salvation!

Once...

Three times...

Seven times...

Roasted chicken turns to smoke.

Just as Wang Quan was preparing to search for the next evil that could resist the illusion, he suddenly discovered that a round object had fallen from the smoke that the roast chicken had turned into.

A thought struck him, and with a casual wave of his hand, the thing flew over.

pat!

Paper figures of palace maids were holding onto something and looking at it.

After just one glance, Wang Quan fell silent.

Because it was a goose egg, a goose egg as white as jade, without the slightest trace of evil, and even faintly showing signs of life.

"When the roast goose ascended to heaven, it didn't drop any eggs; how could you, a roast chicken used as a mount, possibly have any goose eggs?"

Wang Quan did not understand, but was deeply shocked.

This wasn't the first time he'd encountered something that evil had dropped.

In the past, when he killed evil, the evil would also drop things like sand and bones.

These things are all materials for refining magic, cultivating qi, and crafting magical artifacts.

Some are ordinary, some are precious.

But this was the first time he had ever seen something that looked like a goose egg.

"I don't understand these things, but I can ask the cultivators who specialize in the main body!"

These cultivators, who were originally cultivators, had been mingling in the second layer of the world for several years, or even more than a decade.

They have family traditions behind them, are knowledgeable and experienced, and always know more than him.

"Alright, let's continue cleaning!"

Cleansing away evil is tedious and boring; but the king can endure the loneliness and cleanse diligently.