I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

He sighed and ordered He Jianjiao to be summoned into the palace.

In the past, as long as King Zhao gave the order, Palace Master He would rush into the palace even in the middle of the night.

But this time, King Zhao waited in the palace for a long time, but all he heard was the excuse that someone was not feeling well and should not enter the palace.

What kind of physical discomfort would an immortal have?

Even the excuses are so perfunctory!

King Zhao's face was as gloomy as water. At this moment, he couldn't stop his murderous intent towards He Jianjiao.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, didn't the domestic situation really start to get out of control after He Jianjiao established the Dragon Breeding Palace and brazenly attacked and killed Qianmian?

"The God of Hell, the Bodhisattva of the Clay Figurine Workshop."

Since He Jianjiao did not come to the palace, King Zhao had to settle for the next best thing and ask the other two to come and discuss the matter.

and......

"The disciples of the Dragon Cultivation Hall have behaved improperly and have disregarded the law. He Jianjiao is ordered to stay at home for a month to reflect on his mistakes."

Although he was filled with murderous intent, King Zhao finally swallowed his anger and responded to He Jianjiao's disrespectful attitude in the most restrained way.

Based on his own strength, He Jianjiao could find any excuse not to come.

The Hell God and the Clay Buddha are not good enough, as they are not strong enough and are extremely eager to establish a religion.

If the King of Zhao wanted to establish a religion in the State of Zhao, he had no choice but to do so.

Therefore, as soon as the hell god and the clay Buddha received the summons, they rushed to the palace.

.................

The Hell God arrived before the Clay Buddha, but when this god reached the palace gate he suddenly stopped.

wow-

The silver rope wrapped around his body frantically warned him to leave immediately!

The Hell God hesitated and did not move. Soon after, the Clay Buddha also arrived here.

"..."

Looking at the silver rope that was giving a crazy warning, and then looking at the palace, the clay Buddha suddenly felt a strong sense of foreboding.

But, to go or not to go, that is the question.

After staring at the palace for a long time, the God of Hell gradually began to think of retreating.

The main thing is that a certain immortal has predicted the fortune for King Zhao and said that he will not live long.

There seems no need to put yourself in danger for a dying person.

It is true that the establishment of religion in Zhao State cannot avoid the King of Zhao, but the King of Zhao was not the one in the palace from beginning to end.

The Hell God wanted to retreat, but the Clay Buddha was ready to take a risk.

Of course, taking risks doesn't mean just rushing in. The Clay Buddha asked the God of Hell to do him a favor.

What are you busy with?

Tie his arms with a silver rope so that if any danger really happens, he can be pulled out in time.

The God of Hell hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed to help.

He was very curious about what was going on in the palace.

After the silver rope was wrapped tightly around his arm, the clay Buddha strode into the palace.

The God of Hell had a solemn expression on his face. He stared at the clay Buddha going away without blinking.

As time passed, the expected danger did not happen. The clay Buddha walked into the hall safely and met King Zhao.

After a stick of incense had passed, the clay Buddha walked out of the hall.

The fake immortal waved to the God of Hell and quickened his pace toward the outside of the palace.

After arriving at the door safely, both parties looked at each other and seemed relieved.

Can......

The clay Buddha raised his foot halfway but couldn't put it on the ground.

Just one step away, yet a world away!

................

Seeing something strange happening, the God of Hell pulled the silver rope hard without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, the silver rope suddenly broke automatically with a click.

The Hell God took two steps back and lowered his head in disbelief.

He looked at the small piece of silver rope in his hand and felt so sad that he could not even cry.

wow-

The silver rope tied to the clay Buddha's right arm slowly loosened, and then it bounced up and wrapped around the clay Buddha's neck in circles.

At this moment, the God of Hell finally understood why the silver rope broke automatically just now.

This is because the part that entered the palace had already been instigated by some evil forces and was willing to turn into evil.

If the remaining half is not cut off in time, He will probably suffer from it!

"..."

The clay Buddha stretched out his hand and grabbed the silver rope around his neck, trying to break it, but it was in vain.

The silver rope around its neck became tighter and tighter, and soon the clay Buddha was hung in despair at the palace gate.

This situation really made the God of Hell feel cold from head to toe.

He retreated again and again, and finally turned into a ray of divine light and moved away from this extremely evil palace.

Chapter 297 Return the favor

Ever since his whole body began to swell and fester, King Zhao could no longer sleep peacefully.

It was raining non-stop outside, filling the whole bedroom with a damp feeling.

A faint stench lingered at the tip of his nose, it was the smell of corruption emanating from his own body.

To put it another way, it actually smells like 'dead person'.

The King of Zhao was trembling with fear. He shouted loudly, "Someone, someone, please come!"

The eunuch on duty immediately pushed the door open, and the moment the door opened, King Zhao discovered that the rain outside was actually red.

"Bring the seven copper coins that Envoy Qian left behind."

On that day, Qian Chishi set up the Seven Star Evil Suppression Formation in front of King Zhao and told him to stick copper coins on his back.

However, given King Zhao's character, he would not use the formation and the copper coins unless he was sure that they were absolutely harmless to him.

However, there is a saying that goes - different times, different circumstances!

"..."

Looking at the seven copper coins in front of him, King Zhao was still very hesitant.

It is not easy to make a decision that goes against one's nature, but the clay Buddha before was helpless against his situation, and now only the methods of the immortals may be effective!

With the shadow of death looming in his heart, King Zhao finally gritted his teeth and turned over with difficulty.

"Are you experienced?"

"Your Majesty, I have practiced the placement of these seven coins thousands of times."

King Zhao snorted and the eunuch was about to take action when a guard suddenly ran in with a panicked look on his face.

"Your Majesty, something bad has happened! There is a clay statue of a man hanging himself at the palace gate."

This was definitely a major event that could affect the state of Zhao, but when it came out of the guard's mouth, it was full of absurdity and even a hint of humor.

...........

There was deathly silence in the room. The eunuchs and guards on duty were nervously waiting for King Zhao's order.

"Why haven't you started yet?"

King Zhao spoke in an impatient tone, and his words stunned the two of them.

"Yes!"

After coming to his senses, the eunuch picked up a copper coin and carefully put it on King Zhao's back.

However, the next moment, his hands froze in the air and he could not move.

"Your Majesty, something, something invisible is grabbing my hand."

The eunuch on duty spoke with a tearful tone, and as soon as he finished speaking, his wrist was suddenly broken by the invisible object with a snap.

"Drag it!"

The eunuch's crying and wailing made King Zhao upset. He gave an order and the guards who were half-kneeling on the ground immediately dragged the man away.

Slowly climbing up from the bed, King Zhao said coldly: "Seeing how anxious you are, it means that Envoy Qian's method is really effective. Humph, there is no need for anyone else, I will set up the formation myself."

In his current state, it would definitely be quite challenging for him to stick the seven copper coins on his back one by one by himself.

But when the time comes...

Seven strange noises reached King Zhao's ears almost at the same time. He looked in the direction of the sound and found that all the copper coins were broken into four pieces.

These were the copper coins that the immortals used to do favors, and they were destroyed like this.

King Zhao's sneer froze on his face. At this moment, a strong urge spread in his heart - leave here, leave this damn place!

"..."

But even if I leave the palace, those things will definitely continue to haunt me, right?

It's no use going anywhere, so we still have to find a way to solve the problem.

However, after much thought, King Zhao found that he seemed to have no cards to play.

The only clay Buddha that was willing to stand by his side had just been harmed by those lingering ghosts.

...........

"That clay statue was hung by silver ropes at the palace gate, left to be soaked by the bloody rain and turned into a pool of mud?"

After receiving such news, He Jianjiao couldn't help but reveal a bit of mockery on his face: "Haha, a Buddha made of mud dares to enter the palace, now he can't protect himself."

There is no grudge between the Clay Buddha and He Jianjiao, but it is impossible for the latter not to feel uncomfortable because the former dares to call himself a Buddha with his fake immortality.

What kind of clay Buddha are you? You are worthy of it!

"Master, after the death of the clay Buddha, the king will pay more attention to you."

One disciple flattered, "Perhaps in a few days, the closed-door order will be lifted."

Closed-door order?

He Jianjiao really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Although he really didn't put much effort into training these disciples, if word of this were to get out today, other immortals would laugh at him for decades!

"Your Majesty is truly foolish. He dares to forcefully attack us in this situation."

He Jianjiao said calmly: "If I don't fight back, he might think that immortals have no temper."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples around him couldn't help but feel terrified and excited.

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Let's expose the scam of the Spring Spring now."

He Jianjiao said casually: "Let the people of Zhao also recognize the true face of their own leader."

In the past, immortals would have some reservations about doing such things.

But now the clay Buddha has turned into a puddle of mud and water, and the God of Hell has not set foot into the palace but turned into light and disappeared. Who else can the King of Zhao, who is not far from death, send?

So what if he gets slapped in the face? He can only take it!