In the dark night, a ray of moonlight lingers across the world, as if the moonlight hangs upside down in the air, beautiful and sharp.

Even though the Wushuang sword intent is far away, Pei Chen of Xixing Temple can still feel the murderous intent emitted in it, with death but not life. Unconsciously, the eighth level of divine wheel behind him quietly emerged. With his authority, Pei Chen of Xixing Temple was able to see a trace of true appearance.

The sea of ​​blood was everywhere, corpses were everywhere, crows were circling, and blood flowed across the earth as if it would not dry up, flowing down forever. The whole field of vision showed bloody, killing, madness and cruel pictures. There were no living people, only endless corpses.

But in this way, it was like a purgatory, there was a man covered in blood and dyed brown on his body.

The blade he held tightly in his hand kept dripping blood, and his long hair was tying freely in the wind. He didn't care how many people he had killed, but just slowly wiped the blade to prevent the speed of his sword from being hindered in the subsequent battle.

Pei Chen of Xixing Temple stared at such a killing god. The martial god was shocked. Unexpectedly, after just seeing a local monk who was comparable to him, he came out and saw another god with extraordinary martial arts.

But before Pei Chen of Xixing Temple finished sighing, the man standing on the sea of ​​blood suddenly looked back, and his cold eyes stared at Pei Chen of Xixing Temple.

Pei Chen of Xixing Temple became solemn and made a defensive posture.

Although he did not believe that such a person could cross time and attack himself to the present, he did not dare to be arrogant and relax his vigilance when he was still a martial god who was good at fighting.

The next second, Pei Chen from Xixing Temple had not seen him draw his sword, but he was moved to watch him withdraw his sword.

The sound of drawing a sword came from the air. When Pei Chen of Xixing Temple reacted, there was already a fierce cold light in front of him, and endless evil aura blew up, causing trouble to his mind. The sharpness, even if it was separated by the long river of time, could still praise the unparalleled world and directly break the picture.

After the sound of the broken glass disappeared, Pei Chen of Xixing Temple opened his eyes again, but found that the man in his memory had appeared in front of him, and a "woman" was followed by him.

However, it cannot be said to be a human being, it should be called a spiritual body.

Pei Chen of Xixing Temple looked at it carefully. The god with extraordinary force had a slightly subtle look.

"This martial god seems a little poor."

The poverty was the first impression Pei Chen saw when he saw him. He was wearing casual clothes worn by ordinary people and was carefully held with five yuan in his hand.

The copper coins in his hand seemed similar to the martial god in Yuzi and the others, but in the end it was made by Pei Chen, Xixing Temple, used his divine power to conceal his glory and imitate the money from the fallen treasure in the imperial seal.

"You're the one who peeks at me?"

When Pei Chen in Xixing Temple was looking at the other party, the martial god was also repeatedly looking at Pei Chen in Xixing Temple, and finally confirmed that he was the one who had peeped at him before.

"Sorry. I didn't intend to offend, but these eyes were a little strange, and I accidentally peeked into the past, so..."

Faced with the questioning of the main master, Pei Chen of Xixing Temple frankly apologized.

Just kidding, people are bound to be strong. Martial gods at the same level are basically stronger than gods who are not good at fighting.

"Well, forget it, please don't peek at others at will next time."

The man glanced at Pei Chen of Xixing Temple and saw that his divine light was bright and he was a righteous god. His originally dissatisfied mood also dissatisfied. He just slightly warned Pei Chen of Xixing Temple and turned around and left, preparing to exercise his authority again to protect all living beings' safety.

But the woman with the word "flower" written on his wrist was not happy and started to make a fuss: "Ah, Lord Gongsi, don't forget that you no longer have your believers. Your supper tonight has not yet been settled, this is a good opportunity to quarrel."

The woman approached the God of Martial Arts whom she called Lord Gongsi, and advised without lowering her voice: "I think this guy should be very handsome and should be a person who is not short of money. We can make a big deal, and we will have tonight's meal and accommodation."

Pei Chen, Xixing Temple, listened to the woman's unconcealed words, couldn't help but chuckled. Has he been regarded as a sucker?

"Flower, this is not good."

Kyoshi seemed to be a little moved, but he didn't know much about it.

"Since that's the case, you might as well go to my place to sit and treat it as my apology."

After watching for a while, Pei Chen from Xixingji Temple directly invited the two of them to their shrine.

The two looked at each other, and saw Pei Chen, Xixing Temple, and agreed directly and went to Pei Chen, Xixing Temple.

Along the way, Xixingji Pei Chen and Kyoshi continued to kill the ghosts and evil spirits who were wandering on the road, seducing people's hearts toward evil. These were born from dusk, combined with the concept of the time of devil in Japan, hating humans, seducing humans, amplifying evil thoughts, and embarking on the road to hell.

When he returned home, Yuzi was already drowsy and leaned on Pei Chen in Xixing Temple. Her eyelids wanted to open their eyes hard, but they quickly closed them again.

"Don't force yourself, go to bed."

Looking at Yuzi's appearance, Pei Chen of Xixing Temple felt both distressed and funny. He stroked her forehead with his hands and used his divine power to remove her from being contaminated with residual resentment and filth, and eliminated her fatigue so that she could fall asleep peacefully.

After settling down at Tamako, Pei Chen from Xixing Temple came to the living room and quietly waited for the martial god Gongsi and his relatives.

Now he realized that this martial god could actually make those who wandered in the world and refused to leave turn into equipment for his own use.

The flower in his hand was the real name that Kyoji Imai bound her, and it also protected Yiping, who could survive in the world, and lived as a magical tool.

In Xixing Temple Pei Chen's opinion, this relationship is no different from the relationship between the ruler and the minister who has decided to be subordinate.

Listening to Kyoji Imai, this seems to be the mainstream of Japanese Shinto martial gods, which can complement each other and promote the growth of both sides. However, there must be some disadvantages, and it is impossible to have all advantages without any harm.

Pei Chen, who was staying in his seat, watched the requests he prayed to him today constantly approve, rejected some selfish and arrogant requests, chose some in line with reality, and responded.

However, some information was recorded by Pei Chen of Xixing Temple, and the monsters were at work. It seems that they will have to be processed after a while.

"Ah, there are far from enough manpower!"

Faced with these mountainous prayers, Pei Chen of Xixing Temple couldn't help but admire the ancient kings who could correct the memorials from early to late, and could last for decades.

Now it is just Kyoto, and there are many areas where faith has not been spread, so there are already so many prayers.

When Pei Chen, Xixing Temple, thought of this, let out a wailing cry, and thought of abducting a literary god to help him handle the official documents.

He lay on the table and couldn't get up, his eyes full of desire to have a salted fish.

"I really want to fish and drink ice coke."

After eating, Kyoji Imai walked in and was shocked. He was doing well before, but now he is similar to a dead fish.
Chapter completed!