Chapter 144: Incense God

The zombies were burned by the fire, and the village chief stepped back.

Ruan Lingfeng said with a smile: "Village chief, don't be afraid, there is no need to hide so far, the fire can't burn you."

"Really? Then I should stay away, in case something unexpected happens."

The village chief's eyes flickered and he did not stop retreating.

Ruan Lingfeng still wanted to ridicule, but Zen Master Puzhi's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly rushed forward and grabbed the village chief.

"Master, what are you doing?" the village chief exclaimed.

Ruan Lingfeng was also stunned and confused.

But he saw Puzhi staring at the village chief: "No, you are not afraid of the fire, you are afraid of something else. What are you not telling us?"

"No, no, no, master, what are you talking about? I can't understand it!"

The village chief was still pretending to be dumbfounded.

But Puzhi had already confirmed his speculation, so how could he let him go.

"Don't say yes? Then don't blame the poor monk for taking your life."

Puzhi's eyes were cold, and he pinched the village chief's neck with one hand and slowly tightened his grip.

The intense suffocation made the village chief's face turn red, and he felt extremely frightened.

He tried desperately to break open Puzhi's palm, but how could his strength compare to that of an immortal cultivator?

The threat of death hit his heart. The village chief opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was pinched, and all he could do was scream in despair.

thump!

Suddenly the palm on his neck was released, and the village chief sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Tell me, what are you hiding from us?" Puzhi asked coldly.

"Four Immortals, please spare your lives. I was forced to do this too."

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Ruan Lingfeng gritted his teeth, seemingly angry that he had been tricked by a mortal.

"It's like this. A few days ago, some villagers saw a zombie in Wumeng Mountain, so they went back to the village to report it to the old man. Originally, the old man was planning to report it to the government."

"But that night when the old man was sleeping, a man suddenly appeared in front of the old man's bed. He forced the old man to offer a reward and invite immortal cultivators to go up the mountain to subdue the zombies."

"He also asked Old Man to lead you to this cave so that you can successfully catch the zombies. As long as you succeed, he promised to give Old Man a big gift."

"But if the old man dares to disobey, he will kill the old man and then find someone else to do things for him."

"The old man is really afraid of death, so he agreed to help him because he was forced to do something."

The village chief's words made Pu Zhi and Ruan Lingfeng look extremely ugly.

They didn't expect that this reward was actually set by someone.

But what is the other party’s purpose?

Why should the village chief lead them here?

And why let them catch the zombies?

Wait, zombies?

Puzhi's expression changed drastically, and he shouted suddenly: "Quick, Mr. Ruan, put out the fire quickly, there is something wrong with this zombie."

"What?"

Ruan Lingfeng was stunned: "What problem can this zombie have?"

"Don't ask so many questions, put out the fire first."

Puzhi urged anxiously, but it was already too late.

Suddenly, a feeling of weakness came over me.

The sky in front of Pu Zhi's eyes was dark, and the magic power in his body seemed to be frozen, unable to be mobilized at all.

The next moment, his legs weakened and he sat down on the ground.

At the same time, Ruan Lingfeng, Yu Jinhua and Zhao Mu also fell to the ground one after another, their faces pale and bloodless.

"What is going on? Why can't I mobilize my magic power?"

Ruan Lingfeng shouted in horror.

"Huh... it finally worked, otherwise I might have been killed by you."

The villager sighed and stood up with lingering fear.

"Old guy, what did you do to us?" Ruan Lingfeng asked with a gloomy face.

"It's not the old man, it's that person who did it."

The village chief explained: "That person put a poison in the zombie's body in advance that is specifically targeted at you cultivators. As long as you burn the zombie, the poison will be emitted. It is invisible and qualityless, and you cannot detect it at all."

"Who is the person you are talking about?" Puzhi asked.

"I've never seen that person before. Every time he comes to see me, he uses illusion to change his appearance."

"Then what is his purpose? He didn't bring us here to drink tea, right?" Yu Jinhua then asked.

"He said……"

The village chief recalled: "He said that he practiced the zombie way, but all this time, there were no really powerful zombies on hand."

"So he wants to collect the bodies of immortal cultivators, because the physical bodies of immortal cultivators are far greater than those of mortals, and the zombies made from them must be extremely powerful."

"What a shame, this is not the first time that this poor monk has done a bounty mission. I didn't expect that he would end up here today."

Puzhi gritted his teeth angrily.

When he thought that someone was trying to turn him into a zombie, he wanted to immediately pull out the person behind the scenes and break his neck.

He raised his head and looked around: "Come out, we have been poisoned by you, why don't you dare to show up now? Who are you?"

But there was dead silence around him, and no one responded to him.

At this time, Zhao Mu, who had been silent, suddenly asked: "Village chief, you just said that the person promised to give you a big gift, what was it?"

"The man said that he wanted to give the old man an incense and fire god. From now on, as long as he burns incense and worships every day, all his wishes will come true."

As soon as he mentioned this, the village chief became excited.

"I donated an official position a few days ago, and I have been waiting for the appointment documents from the imperial court."

"That person said that the incense god can make my career flourish, and it won't be a problem to be granted a title of nobility and a prime minister in the future."

"Hehe, in fact, I don't expect to be granted a title of nobility and a prime minister. If I can be the head of a state, I will be satisfied."

Hey, the head of a state?

You are dreaming!

In the Jin Dynasty, the head of a state was at least a second-rank official.

How can you, an old guy who just donated an official position, get to that position?

Do you really think that the shitty incense god can change your fate?

Zhao Mu and the other four were speechless. They didn't expect that the village chief was still obsessed with officialdom, and his brain was not enough.

He was sold by someone, but he helped others count money.

The so-called incense god is not a real god, but a wild god, or a fake god.

They are all some mountain spirits and monsters, or lonely ghosts, who can't step into the real immortal practice, so they can only rely on mortals' incense to improve their cultivation.

Although the methods of those wild gods are not as good as those of orthodox cultivators, they can still be used to deceive mortals.

It is okay to encounter a kind-hearted incense god. At most, they can use a little bit of profit to exchange for the faith and incense of mortals, and slowly improve their own cultivation.

But if they encounter those evil-minded incense gods, the fate of mortals will be miserable.

Because those evil guys not only want the incense of mortals, but also tempt mortals to offer their flesh and blood and souls.

At that time, mortals will become the meals of the incense gods, or be slaves forever, without even the chance of reincarnation.

The village chief is still dreaming that the so-called incense god can make him prosperous.

But he doesn't know that if he really worships the incense god, his final fate will definitely be extremely miserable.

After all, the person behind it is obviously not a good person, so what good can the incense god he gives be?