The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Li Axi felt very hot, so hot that his whole body seemed to be burning.

He raised his head and saw the sun right above his head, very close to him, as if it would fall at any time.

In the dazzling white light, there was a pair of red wings flapping the flames.

The flames leapt at him.

The earth was scorched in the flames, and he was left standing in the embers, suffering in pain.

"what--"

Li Axi yelled and struggled to sit up from the bed, only to realize that it was a dream.

A ray of sunlight shone in from the window and sprinkled on the sheets, soft and bright.

He heard a voice say: "Axi, are you awake?"

The sound is so soft and warmer than the morning sun.

He turned his head and saw Wu Yuchun sitting in front of the bed.

"Yu... Yuchun!" The heart that had just calmed down from the nightmare started beating again, "Why are you here?"

"You were drunk last night. I asked Butler Hou for permission to stay and take care of you." Wu Yuchun said.

Li Axi's head felt dizzy, and then he remembered what happened last night.

"Did I throw up?"

"You vomited." Wu Yuchun said, "You vomited in the car and made a mess."

"Ah, wasn't that car stained by me?"

Li Asi remembered that he was riding in a new car last night with a little golden man on the front. He heard that this kind of car was very expensive, so expensive that he would never be able to afford it in his lifetime.

"It's okay, I used my clothes to help you carry it." Wu Yuchun said.

"clothing?"

Hearing the word clothes, Li Asi realized that he had changed into pajamas, and the clothes he wore last night were nowhere to be found.

"What are you looking at? I've washed your clothes for you."

"You...the clothes you changed for me?" Li Asi asked with a blushing face.

"What's the point?" Wu Yuchun smiled, revealing two shallow dimples, "You are such an adult, are you still shy?"

Wu Yuchun's smile melted Li Asxi's whole body.

He hadn't had this wonderful feeling in a long time, like a glass of sweet red wine pouring into his heart.

"Master Rong made sobering soup, I'll bring it to you to drink." Wu Yuchun stood up and went out.

Li Asi quickly got out of bed and hurriedly put on his security uniform, fearing that Wu Yuchun would come back and see him. When he thought about Wu Yuchun helping him change clothes last night, his face turned red and his heart beat wildly.

The door creaked open, and it was not Wu Yuchun who came in, but Hou Qigui.

"Butler Hou!" Li Asi said apologetically, "I'm going to stand guard right now."

Hou Qigui said: "Okay, sober up before you go. Miss Xiao Wu has already gone to get you some sobering soup."

"Butler Hou, I'm sorry that last night... I had to drive me back in person."

"It doesn't matter that I'm driving, but you almost vomited in the car. If Miss Xiao Wu hadn't been quick to wit, she used her coat to catch you..." Hou Qigui shook his head, "That's a new car, Mr. Li has never been in it."

Only then did Li Asi know that Li Muchen had not ridden in that car. No matter how stupid he was, he could still see that Li Muchen was trying to save face for him so that others would not underestimate him as a security guard.

"Steward Hou, I..." Li Asi didn't know how to express his feelings at the moment.

Hou Qigui said: "There is no need to say more, just work hard from now on. Don't let Mr. Li live up to his cultivation and expectations for you."

"Yeah!" Li Axi nodded vigorously.

When Wu Yuchun came back with the sobering soup, Hou Qigui took one look at her and said, "You should really thank Miss Wu for keeping you up all night, wiping your body, and washing your clothes."

After Hou Qigui finished speaking, he went out.

"Wipe it for me..." Li Asi was stunned.

Wu Yuchun's face also turned red, and she handed the soup to him and said, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Let's drink the soup."

……

Wang Chongxian held the scabbard in one hand and placed it across his chest, with the other hand forming a sword finger. The clothes on his body bulged, and a strong Gang Qi formed a barrier around his body, blocking the burning flames.

The entire church was swallowed up by the dazzling white light, and everything in the prayer hall was reduced to ashes in the white light.

The priest’s chanting is still ringing:

"...You make the stars recede, you make the earth bright, you are the king of gods, facing your fire, we move towards eternal life..."

Wang Chongxian narrowed his eyes, recited a spell, and stroked his sword fingers across the horizontal scabbard.

With a squeaking sound, the Qingfeng Sword came out of the body and turned into a ray of green light, piercing into the dazzling white light.

The white light flickered a few times and then went out.

At that moment, the hall fell into a brief darkness, as if all the light had been exhausted just now.

After a while, the sunlight outside the window shone in again.

There was nothing left in the hall. The rows of chairs and the people praying were all reduced to ashes.

Among the embers, only Wang Chongxian stood there, holding the scabbard in his left hand and lying across his chest.

At the height of the altar, the priest's body was pressed against the cross, staring with eyes like a dead fish, with unbelievable horror still in his eyes.

A sword was stuck in his chest, and the blade pierced his heart, penetrated his body, and crucified him.

Wang Chongxian frowned.

This battle looks easy, but in reality it is not that simple.

This all-scorching energy did not come from the priest. According to the standards of Chinese Taoism, this priest's cultivation level is at most entry-level.

But he was able to obtain such powerful energy through singing prayers and summoning people.

Where does this energy come from?

Wang Chongxian didn't know.

When he was a child, he listened to his master's sermons. He talked about ancient methods, witchcraft and magic, and many ways to cast curses. He did not cultivate himself, but only relied on devout faith to gain the power of God.

But Master has said that these primitive things are backward, unhelpful to spiritual practice, and have long since been eliminated.

With the sword finger hooked back, the green-edged sword was pulled out from the priest's body, flew back, and returned to its sheath with a squeak.

Wang Chongxian raised his sword and moved forward, passing through the church hall and going to the back.

Li Muchen told him that the biggest trouble when encountering the Sun Sect was not their descent technique, but that all their followers had been brainwashed and implanted with the technique of faith.

You can't get any secrets from them. No matter what method you use, before he opens his mouth, his faith will collapse and his soul will die.

This church is not big. Compared with those famous cathedrals, it is not only small but simple.

It stands to reason that there should be other believers or priests in the church, but I don't know if it is a break today or for other reasons, but the room behind is empty and there is no one.

Wang Chongxian was very surprised. The first innate awakening after the calamity told him that there was a great danger hidden here.

It was precisely because of this danger that he judged that this church must have some unknown secrets.

His spiritual consciousness searches every corner here, not missing any detail.

Then, he found something strange about the relief of the Christ carrying the cross on the wall at the end of the corridor.

There is a difference between what we see in our spiritual consciousness and what we see with our eyes. What the eyes see is that the Son has his arms outstretched and his feet together, just like the statues of Jesus seen in many churches. But what he saw with his spiritual consciousness was that the feet of the Holy Son were in the shape of large characters, and his hands were raised diagonally upward.

Wang Chongxian walked over, stood in front of the wall, touched the wall with his hand, and pushed forward suddenly. The wall burst open, revealing a hole. Inside the hole was a garden filled with flowers.

Waves of floral fragrance hit my face.

This is a downtown area, Wang Chongxian is sure. He has just checked that there are houses and streets around the church, and there is no way there is such a big garden.

He walked through the hole in the wall, passed through the sea of ​​flowers, and then saw a flat grassland, about the size of a football field.

There were many people sitting around on the grass, all wearing black robes and black scarves covering their faces, leaving only their eyes exposed.

Several crosses were erected in the middle of the grass, and tied to each cross was a person with disheveled hair and no clothes.

Under the cross, there are piles of dry wood.

Apparently, they were going to be burned to death.

Wang Chongxian quickly recognized that one of the people on the cross was Jin Sanmu.