Wild God starts the game, I rely on incense to prove my truth to the emperor

At this time, Wan Zhuliu was still marveling at the power of the rain-making technique, and did not notice that he almost wiped out the invading enemy.

It wasn't until a loud shout that pierced the air that caught his attention.

"Mao Shen? Are you calling me?"

He looked in the direction of the sound in a daze.

Logically speaking, after disguising himself like this, even someone who has seen the true face of the God of Willow wouldn't be able to recognize him, right?

After a while, he stumbled out of the forest and onto the official road, where he saw a mess ahead.

On the charred earth, a few masts still emitted sparks. Below them lay a large number of war horses and soldiers, all burnt to wreckage. The few horses that survived were still gasping for breath, blood oozing from their nostrils...

"Damn... Could it be me who did this?" Wan Zhuliu's heart tightened, and he quickly checked himself to see if he had any so-called karma.

After some investigation, it was found that there was no such thing as karma.

"so far so good!"

He then calmed down a little and walked towards the crowd. Seeing that there were still signs of life in the horses and soldiers, he secretly used his magic power to save one or two of them.

Along the way, we rescued more than thirty animals and about ten people.

This scene happened to be seen by Hong Xi and Huang Baisheng who rushed over angrily.

The two of them fell from mid-air at the same time, looking at Wan Zhuliu who was treating the injured with some surprise.

"May I ask who you are?"

Hearing the sound, Wan Zhuliu tried to open his mouth, but found that he was possessed by a corpse puppet and had lost the ability to speak.

At this time, he had already recognized that these were the soldiers of Dayan. If he directly offered incense and candles to communicate with them, he would probably commit a sin of killing in vain.

So, he just pointed to his mouth without saying anything.

"Playing tricks, let me see who you really are!"

Tear it apart!

Huang Baisheng was an impatient man, and he cut off the hood of Wan Zhu's possessed puppet with a sword.

Then, a head of white hair was revealed.

However, Wan Zhuliu had previously disliked the corpse puppet's disgusting appearance, so he used rejuvenation techniques to make its skeleton grow flesh and blood, and now it looked like a white-haired old man.

"It turns out to be an old man!" Huang Baisheng calmed down and looked at the puppet.

"Are you mute?"

Hearing the sound, Wan Zhuliu nodded slowly. The puppet was really a mute. He didn't know how the puppet made the sound by itself.

"From where?"

Huang Baisheng continued to question, but was stopped by Hong Xi who was standing beside him.

"Forget it, it must be a rural doctor. Let's take him with us and return to the county government first."

"Well, our army has suffered heavy casualties this time, so it's not appropriate to send more troops!"

The two men discussed it and decided to gather the remaining troops and withdraw towards the Yi County government.

Wan Zhuliu was taken with the army as a doctor.

After marching for about an hour, the remaining 400 people returned to camp outside the county government.

County Lieutenant Lu Yongjun, who came to greet them, looked horrified. "Generals, the Red Pine rebels are so powerful that even the elite state guards can't defeat them?"

The two looked at each other, not feeling comfortable talking about their glorious achievements, and just said "hmm" perfunctorily.

Before the other party could ask more questions, Hong Xi spoke up, "Let my troops rest first. You should quickly, in the name of the county government, ask someone from Xuanqing Palace to come and discuss the battle situation."

Soon, the news reached Xuanqing Palace.

The Palace Master sat in the main hall with his eyes closed, not offering any opinion.

Instead, a group of elders and deacons were discussing the matter.

"Defeated so quickly? Two six-patterned warriors, whose combat power is above that of ghost immortals, how could they..."

"Could it be that there really is a True Lord in charge of Hongsong?"

"..."

Everyone below was talking to each other, expressing their fear, but only the Lord of Xuanqing Palace remained motionless, sitting upright on the cushion above.

After a moment, he waved his sleeves and said, "I'll go there myself!"

"what?"

At this point, everyone below was panicking again. "Palace Master, Xuanqing Mountain is not under your supervision. If those people from the Demon Suppression Division come, what should we do..."

"You are inexperienced, so I should encourage you!"

After saying this, a hint of worry appeared on the brows of the Xuanqing Palace Master.

Everyone immediately lowered their heads, and they didn't dare to continue to argue.

Although Xuanqing Palace belongs to the God-stealing Sect, there are still differences in essence.

The Stealing Gods Sect is the ancestral home of the Stealing Gods Dao, while their Xuanqing Palace only regards the Stealing Gods Dao as the orthodox, but they still respect the Xuanqing lineage.

Therefore, the Liuzhou branch of the God-stealing Sect cannot directly manage the religious affairs of the Xuanqing Palace, and the Master of the Xuanqing Palace has full authority to handle all matters of the Xuanqing Palace.

Even if some things are done for the God-stealing Cult, if something goes wrong, they will still be responsible.

Although the imperial court now highly respects the Stealing God Sect, it does not mean that it is very confident in the Xuanqing Palace, a sect that has existed for a hundred years.

This time, he staked a hundred years of accumulation and led Xuanqing Palace to secretly promote the rebel uprising. Few people could understand the depth of his intentions.

But if he fails to defeat the rebels in the end, what will happen to him?

The Lord of Xuanqing Palace and the Dean knew this, but the disciples in the palace did not understand.

He also understood that, except for the dean, no one among his disciples could be a match for a True Lord.

After all, a Yin God can only be called a True Lord after he has cultivated a divine palace and survived the thunder tribulation.

After surviving one catastrophe, one is called a True Lord of One Tribulation and can condense a golden body of ten feet.

After surviving two thunder tribulations, one becomes the Second Tribulation True Lord and condenses a golden body that is two meters tall.

The two True Lords, Han and Zhao, among the rebels in the middle, are both First Tribulation True Lords. If any one of them is left to guard the red pine, it will be difficult to defeat them.

Thinking of this, he sat up from the cushion and picked up the whisk placed on the ancestral altar.

"While I was down the mountain, I sealed the blood well in the back mountain and stopped refining the Yin soldiers. I heard that the new demon-suppressing general who arrived in Liuzhou has gone to Lingjiang Lake to suppress the loach. He may pass through Yi County on his way back. Be careful, be careful!"

"Don't worry, Palace Master!" everyone answered in unison.

The Lord of Xuanqing Palace took a step forward, and his figure became illusory.

……

Yi County Government.

Wan Zhuliu carefully treated the injuries of the wounded soldiers and won them a wave of favor.

Hong Xi loved his soldiers like his own sons. Seeing Wan Zhuliu working so hard, he was very satisfied with him and took him with him, allowing him to enter and leave the county government at will.

In the evening, he had just returned from strolling outside when he saw Hong Xi coming towards him.

"It's you! You've worked hard today. Your medical skills are excellent. The injuries of our brothers have all improved. Please join me at the banquet!"

Wan Zhuliu was a little confused. What kind of banquet was he attending? He was just a puppet, so he shouldn't need to eat!

But before he could refuse, he was pulled away by Hong Xi.

The dinner was hosted by the county lieutenant, and several important county officials, including Hong Xi and Huang Baisheng, were present.

County Lieutenant Lu Yongjun saw Wan Zhuliu again, but he didn't care. He just stood up and went to the back hall. Soon, he was greeted by a Taoist priest in purple robes.

The Taoist had a kind face and an ethereal aura.

Even Wan Zhuliu was quite envious of the other person's temperament, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "He is more like a god than me, the Willow God!"