He became the True Lord of Ten Thousand Laws starting from Liaozhai.

Zhang Zheng was stunned. He felt a sense of sorrow. The little master of the Heart Mirror, is he... dead?

How is that possible!

Others may not know, but Zhang Zhengyi knows very well that although the Heart Mirror only has one soul body, under Xu Yi's nourishment, its strength has even approached the Dharma Aspect Realm.

Such a person could only reach the city gate? And just like that, he turned into a relic?

Zhang Zheng carefully examined the area, and after a long while, he finally felt relieved. Thank goodness, the little master of the Heart Mirror was only temporarily asleep.

It seems that the sorcerer monk's methods weren't all that clever. But where did all the people in the city go?

He recalled what Judge Wu had said before, and now it seemed that Judge Wu might have already vanished into thin air.

Even someone as capable as Xin Jing failed here, let alone a mere judge.

There was no time for grief. His avatar still needed to venture deeper into Fangyuan City. If he carried this relic, he might encounter misfortune. If his avatar perished in the city, it would be alright, as it would only be a matter of some incense offerings.

If Master Xinjing were to perish as well, that would be disastrous. The relic is in a state of nurturing the primordial spirit, so Master Xinjing might still have a chance to be resurrected. However, if the relic falls into the hands of that evil monk, things will probably not be so simple.

Thinking this through, Zhang Zhengyi quickly made a decision, and some of his usual minor spells came in handy at this moment.

He went outside the city and, with the power of the incense offerings from this incarnation, condensed a crane incarnation.

The crane was radiating golden light, and it couldn't stop crying as soon as it appeared. Only after Zhang Zheng stopped it did the crane become a little docile.

This isn't an incarnation, but rather a technique for transforming incense offerings into human form. It's a spell he devised himself, allowing him to freely transform into any spirit or monster he's ever seen using the power of incense offerings.

This crane is a member of Little Chongshan. It is extremely fast and can be considered a top-tier spirit. Moreover, it can fly through the air, which gives it an advantageous position. This way, it won't be afraid that the little master will be intercepted on the way.

Zhang Zhengyi placed the relic in his palm and offered it to the crane. The crane understood Zhang Zhengyi's meaning, took the relic in its mouth, and swallowed it whole.

Zhang Zhengyi was quite shrewd; the incense energy carried by the crane was just enough to enter the area of ​​Lesser Chongshan before he dissipated.

When the time comes, the original consciousness will come to welcome Master Xin Jing, and he won't need to worry about it anymore.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhengyi gently patted the crane's head. The crane understood Zhang Zhengyi's meaning, and it gently flapped its wings and flew towards the sky.

That's the direction of Xiaochongshan.

Zhang Zhengyi was relieved after seeing the crane fly into the air. He figured that Master Xinjing should be safe in less than half an hour.

Having resolved one problem, Zhang Zhengyi turned his gaze to Fangyuan City, stepping into the city with a death wish.

He walked toward the City God Temple he remembered. He had been to this place many times. Of course, ever since he became the Mountain God, his incarnations had always gone to famous mountains and marshes, and rarely came to Fangyuan City to find Liang Jing.

The reason was that he didn't want to waste any of the incense offerings. However, Liang Jing could come to his Little Chongshan. Zhang Zhengyi had also built a City God Temple for Liang Jing in the mountains, but it was a bit small and the location was very secluded, deep in the mountains, where only the mountain spirits came to worship.

This was to make it easier for Liang Jing to visit other people's homes. Although the incense and divine power here were not very strong, it was enough for Liang Jing to stay for a long time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhengyi felt a pang of guilt. It was always Liang Jing who came to him; he could count the number of times he had gone to see Liang Jing on his fingers. It was truly embarrassing for him.

If Fangyuan City can overcome this crisis, Zhang Zhengyi will definitely come to the city to see him often!

The city gate is a long walk from the City God Temple, but that's from the perspective of ordinary people.

In Zhang Zhengyi's view, it would only take about ten steps to reach the destination, and it wouldn't consume much incense energy.

Halfway there, Zhang Zhengyi finally heard the sound of a large crowd.

Strange, why couldn't I hear anything just now?

A question suddenly popped into Zhang Zhengyi's mind. Perhaps it was about the incense offerings. Zhang Zhengyi didn't think too much about it and just slowly moved closer to the direction where he heard the sound.

A group of people were seen cheering and kneeling in worship at the entrance of the City God Temple.

Extremely devout, Zhang Zhengyi manipulated his avatar to appear behind a low wall, peeking out and looking towards the City God Temple.

Coincidentally, this location offers a clear view of everything in front of the City God Temple.

It was a monk dressed in bright colors, with feminine features, and a dignified appearance, truly befitting a high-ranking monk.

However, this wicked monk is currently meditating, and it is unknown what he is doing.

The people all knelt before the evil monk, chanting incantations.

"Thank you, immortal, for saving my life."

"Yes, yes, if it weren't for the immortals saving us, we mortals would probably have been eaten by the monsters long ago!"

"Yes, yes, but why doesn't the City God, whom we worship day and night, show himself?"

"Could this City God be a fake deity?"

"Bah! I think we've been blind all this time, worshipping the wrong gods!"

"That must be it. So many demonic beasts attacked the city, yet the City God didn't make a sound. Aren't the divination sticks for blessings usually very effective?"

"Why do they disappear when there's a crisis?!"

When Zhang Zheng heard these people slandering Liang Jing, his heart sank. He really wanted to jump out and tell these people that if it weren't for Liang Jing, they would probably be worried day and night about being devoured by monsters!

If it weren't for the day and night patrol gods in the underworld, who patrol and investigate potential dangers in the city day and night, you common people would have died countless times by now!

Zhang Zheng felt deeply that it was unfair to his old friend.

If it were just one person saying this, it would be one thing, but all the people present were muttering words that slandered their old friend.

This chilled Zhang Zhengyi's heart. Human hearts are unpredictable, truly unpredictable!

However, he couldn't just rush out like that; the evil monk was still sitting cross-legged in the same spot, doing who-knows-what.

But why can't we see Liang Jing anywhere? Is he still hiding in the underworld?

The underworld has a special entrance, located within the City God Temple.

But given the current situation, he simply cannot get through, let alone enter the underworld.

He quickly dismissed the idea, deciding to look elsewhere.

Zhang Zhengyi could tell that the demonic monk was injured; otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to rely on eating the "City God" to restore his strength.

However, even if a powerful being with supernatural abilities is injured, they are still a supernatural being, not someone a mere Dharma Aspect can easily exploit.

This was inevitable; no matter how much he doubted that a powerful expert could resolve Liang Jing's situation so quickly, he couldn't help but believe it.

Supernatural powers are still supernatural powers; they are beyond his comprehension...

The demonic monk seemed to be in a daze; otherwise, how could he not have been detected? This was also the reason why Zhang Zhengyi was certain that the demonic monk was injured.

"So, should we go and find out what's going on?" This thought suddenly popped into Zhang Zhengyi's mind.

"If these people won't listen, I'll just forcibly move Little Chongshan and we'll all die together!"

Suddenly, another ruthless idea popped into his mind. When this idea came out, even Zhang Zhengyi was startled. How could such a thought come to his mind? It was far too vicious!

He silently chanted a spell to calm himself down. Zhang Zhengyi thought about it carefully. These people had been bewitched. Judge Wu had said that all the people seemed to have lost their minds and followed the evil monk to the City God Temple.

In other words, what these people are doing now may not be what they are willing to say or do.

After careful analysis, Zhang Zhengyi finally understood the relationship.

"It seems these people didn't say these things themselves; it's very likely that all of this is related to the evil monk."

"That demonic monk's methods of bewitching minds are truly remarkable. It's also strange that a monk who has cultivated supernatural powers could harbor such a murderous intent..."

Zhang Zhengyi had traveled extensively and was well-informed. He had also met many monks, whether they were practicing or not, so he found it very strange.

The Buddhist practitioners he met were generally compassionate, and each of them adhered to Buddhist precepts. This seemed to be a consensus among Buddhist practitioners, and he had also spoken with these practitioners.

Violating these precepts could greatly affect one's cultivation, but this demonic monk... Zhang Zhengyi was very puzzled. He didn't know what kind of background this demonic monk had. Could he be a fake monk?

Just as Zhang Zhengyi was about to peek out again to take a look at the demonic monk, he suddenly realized that the demonic monk had disappeared.

Feeling a chilling aura pattering against his back, Zhang Zheng shuddered. "I knew it! How could a powerful expert be so wary? He probably already knew I was coming and was just toying with me."

Just behind Zhang Zhengyi, a gentle voice suddenly rang out: "Amitabha, layperson, are you looking for this humble monk?"

Zhang Zhengyi's tense expression suddenly became less frightened.

He turned around and shouted, "You wicked monk, you harmed the people and ate my brothers! Give me back my brothers' lives!"

So what if he died? He was just an avatar anyway, so it wasn't a big deal. In Zhang Zhengyi's view, they had already gathered enough information. The demon monk needed to heal, so they still had time to make their plans.

Whether it's escaping or something else, we can start planning. Next, let him use the life of this avatar to test just how powerful a supernatural expert truly is!

After Zhang Zheng finished speaking, he made a spell with his hands and prepared to launch an attack on Pudu.

Unexpectedly, before Zhang Zhengyi could finish chanting the incantation, he was frozen in place and unable to move.

Zhang Zheng panicked. The gap in skill was so huge! He didn't even have a chance to make a move.

"Amitabha Buddha, layperson, your murderous intent is so strong, it seems I need to guide you."

Pudu shook his head and spoke in a pretentious manner, but Zhang Zhengyi thought what he said was utter nonsense.

This wicked monk has none of the demeanor one would expect of a high-ranking monk; instead, he seems like a carefree, half-hearted monk.

But what exactly is the meaning of cultivating supernatural powers?

"You!" Zhang Zhengyi was completely paralyzed, except for his mouth.

"Let me take a closer look. Wow, another incense offering. Tsk tsk tsk."

"You city gods and the like possess so much incense and divine power, yet you don't know how to refine it. What a pity."

"Using such pure energy to condense a clone is truly wasteful and utterly unreasonable!"

Pudu began circling around Zhang Zhengyi, looking him left and right. The more he looked, the more displeased he became, and the more he sighed. All the treasures he possessed were being wasted.

"Amitabha, if you wish to die, I will not stop you. However, before you die, I want to ask you which city god you are. You have little skill but a lot of courage."

"Monk, demon way..."

Zhang Zhengyi ignored what Pudu said and just kept cursing. He used almost every curse word he had learned over the years, and in short, he cursed very filthily.

He couldn't beat them, but that didn't stop him from having a good talking session.

The source of the incense's divine power cannot be traced at all; if it could be traced, it would be from the common people. That's why Zhang Zhengyi dared to hurl such unbridled insults.

Having cultivated for hundreds of years and once being the leader of the younger generation in the Ancient Court, Pudu has also encountered a lot of insults and doubts. He has been listening to them for hundreds of years, so listening to them for a while longer won't matter. He'll just let them go in one ear and out the other.

A flash of blue light appeared in his hand, and he gently tapped Zhang Zhengyi with his fingertip. A soaring aura drifted towards Xiaochongshan.

Soon, Pudu grinned, stopped casting his spell, and said with a smile, "So it's the mountain god."

"I misjudged him; I never imagined that a mountain god could receive so many offerings."

After speaking, Pudu glanced in the direction of Little Chongshan. Zhang Zheng was stunned. Wasn't it said that the source of the incense's divine power could never be traced? How could this be...?

"Heh, what do you think I am, some rogue cultivator? I come from a noble family and have mastered many spells. Little mountain god, don't underestimate anyone."

Pudu paused for a moment, realizing he had talked a bit too much today. However, having been sealed away for hundreds of years, he was quite lonely, and now that he had finally met someone who was somewhat normal, it was normal to say a few more words.

However, he didn't like talking to Zhou Yuan. When they were traveling, Pudu didn't say a word to Zhou Yuan. He felt that Zhou Yuan was not worthy to speak to him. What knowledge could a mere mortal have?

However, after observing the mountain god today, he realized that the god was not qualified. In his opinion, there was probably no magic in this world that could trace the source of the incense and divine power.

Indeed, ordinary rogue cultivators do not have this ability, but he comes from the ancient court of the demon race in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. What ordinary person can enter that place?

Only those demons with exceptional bloodlines and innate talent can enter the Ancient Court to cultivate.

Once inside the ancient court, all demons are equal in status. There is no distinction of bloodline or talent; only cultivation level matters. The higher the cultivation level and the more methods one possesses, the more likely one is to become the leader of the younger generation.

They can also use this status to obtain more cultivation resources.

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