Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 150: Smashing statues and demolishing temples, the old master versus "Sui Huang"

boom!
The fireworks bloomed, shining brightly for a moment before disappearing into the cold night.

"Even the fireworks for the stage closing are ready. Thank you so much." Yanxiao held a bowl of noodles with soybean paste and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

Opposite him was a woman with a haggard face and red and swollen eyes.

"It's okay, I'm just retiring. You've been worrying a lot these years, it's time to enjoy your life."

This is an inconspicuous small bungalow on the corner of the Sixth Ring Road. The lights are dim and the light is blurry.

Yan Xiao couldn't see his wife's face, he only knew that she was secretly wiping away a tear.

"Can't we just not do some things? We should live a down-to-earth life as a family..." the woman sobbed.

Yan Xiao shook his head. "Sometimes, people are slaves to their obsessions, especially when you are born with a clear purpose."

“I can’t stop.”

The sobbing sounds from the other side became more and more obvious.

Yanxiao cleaned the bowl of noodles with soybean paste thoroughly, with his chopsticks neatly placed on the edge of the bowl.

"My name is You Guang, not your husband."

"I... I know... but it doesn't matter anymore. I know who has been with me for the past twenty years." The woman began to cry unrestrainedly.

There was a strong wind outside the window, making the windows creak.

Wu Hui's scattered faith floated back into You Guang's body.

"The fire in the Fire Temple 20 years ago was caused by me. I was the one who killed Yan Xiao. Hate me now."

You Guang slowly stood up and knocked over three pots of withered roses on the windowsill. The ceramic pots made a crisp sound, and the dark room became quiet.

The light turned into fire and disappeared into the night.

……

The flower market is as bright as day.

In the courtyard of the Fire God Temple, Emperor Sui sat cross-legged, his domineering and torturous muscles showing clear lines under the flames.

He had a red beard, a solemn expression, and an intimidating presence. He wielded a sharp stick in his hand and drilled around in a dead tree that had been cut in half.

In the Suiming State there was a large tree named Sui, which was winding and coiled for thousands of acres. Later, a sage traveled to the place where the sun and the moon were. When he arrived in the country, he rested under this tree. A bird pecked at the tree, and a bright fire came out. The sage was inspired by this, so he used a small branch to drill fire, and was named Suirenshi.

The old abbot of Baiyun Temple stroked his beard, raised his sleeves and clasped his fists, "Our ancestors drilled wood to make fire, which brought blessings to the world. This is truly admirable. I, Chen Zongci, greet the Emperor of Fire!"

"Emperor Sui cares about the people and benevolent to future generations, but if the situation here continues to develop, there may be a great loss of lives."

"Why don't you ask Emperor Sui to leave now?"

Suiren stood up and recalled in confusion for a moment, but could not remember anything. There was only a hint of obsession left by the fire spirit.

"No, no!"

"It's not a bad thing if all lives are destroyed!"

"You can't leave! You can't leave!"

Chen Zongci nodded thoughtfully, "Since Emperor Sui can't be persuaded, let me send you off."

As an old fellow living in legend, it is time for him to lie back in the legend.

Swish!
With his Taoist robe lifted up, Chen Zongci leaned over, wrapped his palm with Qi to protect it, and slapped Suiren on the right cheek with his backhand.

This move was clean and neat, without any twists and turns, but the momentum and power were terrifying.

A head with long hair and a beard rose into the air, with a bright tail of fire dragging from the broken neck.

The severed head of the body was lifted up by the palm wind, and a column of fire shot up into the sky, entangled with the fireworks in the air. The power was so great that it seemed to burn a hole in the sky.

"That was a bit heavy-handed!" Chen Zongci sighed.

"Xingyang, Xiao Huangming, dismantle the incense burner and smash the statue."

A small man wearing sunglasses came out from the darkness.

"Are you really going to do it?" Huang Ming's cultivation of his mind was not good enough, but he was a little excited. "Our Baiyun Temple has finally let go of its reserve. Are we going to demolish other people's temples too?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up!" Liu Xingyang cursed angrily.

Huang Ming let out a "hehe" and after running a few steps, he felt hotter and hotter and was sweating profusely.

The next second, he couldn't laugh anymore. The Fire Temple in the Flower Market was getting brighter and brighter. Huang Ming's shadow stretched and then shrank quickly, and his back seemed to be burned by fire.

Looking up, I saw an enormous fireball dancing and spinning, and its momentum was so powerful that the heat wave could evaporate everything in the world.

"Master...Master...Grandpa! Can you take on this move?"

Chen Zongci frowned, "I've told you to practice more meditation skills so that you can be calm and composed. Look how scared you are!"

"Can I learn more from your Senior Brother Xingyang?"

Huang Ming ran away, "Master, you have to take off his sunglasses and take a look!"

"I always thought it was strange that my senior brother always wore sunglasses when he was in Yangshen!"

Liu Xingyang curled his lips, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'm going to trip you up!"

Chen Zongci took off his Taoist robe and raised it violently.

"You two little bastards, it's just a courtyard of a few dozen meters, and you two Qi-cultivating aliens are going to have to run around for your whole lives?"

"It's just a common fire. Is there anything your master can't handle?"

Chen Zongci concentrated his mind, focused his energy, and the Qi in his Dantian surged and rolled like waves.

Quanzhen advocates "cultivating both the body and the soul" and regards other techniques as strange and tricky tricks, since it regards techniques as inferior.

Then when facing inferior people, we should naturally have the courage and confidence to face them without fear.

Chen Zongci put his hands together to benefit the triple burner, and the yin and yang qi rushed and merged. He twisted his body to use the force, and pushed out his palms in line, performing the "Vajra Power".

He released his breath to resist the heat wave, and the wind pushed out from his palms whistled out.

call!
The wind was howling, flames were spreading across the world, and the tourists and residents who were still enjoying the night view were suddenly attracted by this magnificent sight.

This year's fireworks show is so awesome!
"Smash it!" Liu Xingyang shouted, and his fellow disciples worked together and slapped the statue of the God of Fire with their palms.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the statue, and gradually, the coating fell off and the inner tube broke into pieces.

Upon seeing this, Huang Ming hurriedly jumped off the altar and kicked over the incense burner outside the hall.

Whoosh!

Flaming meteors shot out from the sky, melting together with the brilliant strokes of fireworks drawn in the night sky.

"Master, we did it!" Huang Ming cried, weeping with joy.

"Humph!"

"After all, it is a fabricated thing. Its strength should be less than one percent of that of Emperor Sui. Without the statue to rely on, it can't even maintain its existence."

"I just don't know where the remaining faith has gone?"

……

The fire spirit hid in the fireworks, overlooking the bustling streets decorated with lights.

The more he took away Suiren's faith, the more he felt that things were not going well.

However, faith can decrease and incense can become deserted, but there is still one thing in the world that can also feed back into one's own cultivation - fear.

It’s time to reignite the world’s fear of fire.

You Guang raised his palm high, and fire birds formed by flames flew out from his palm.

"Heavenly Fire Falls, go."

Swish!
The birds began to flee in all directions.

"Today, the city of Beijing will be engulfed in flames."

You Guang thought about it and avoided a small house outside the Sixth Ring Road.

The flaming bird flew away, but before the blindingly bright lights could get far away, they began to go out one by one and perished in the darkness.

Quack! Quack!

puff!
A long tongue shot out at high speed, stuck to the fire bird and swallowed it.

Yan Huan stepped on the fire toad's skull-patterned back and smiled happily, "I didn't know you could eat such a big thing."

(End of this chapter)