Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 949 - 381: Witch Jia Dao_2

Li Dazhu slightly restrained himself, no longer daring to act recklessly, and started circling around Turtle Mountain Taoist.

"Stop hiding, you’re the Daoist of Bi Fang. Mr. Mouse came here to deliver immense wealth to you."

"I know, Mr. Mouse, your master wants to deal with Zhou Xuan, and has written the wish for Zhou Xuan’s death in the Will Heavenly Book, correct..."

"But your master’s Will Heavenly Book can’t deal with Zhou Xuan, Zhou Xuan also has a Heavenly Book in his possession, who will win between your master and Zhou Xuan is still unknown."

As Li Dazhu spoke, he walked toward the incense table within the temple.

On the incense table, four simple lamps filled with bean oil were burning - small porcelain bowls filled with bean oil with a burning wick.

Li Dazhu picked up one oil lamp, blew out the wick, twisted it out, then held the lamp and gulped down the bean oil inside.

"Little mouse, on the lampstand, stealing oil to eat, can’t come down?"

"I let you drink bean oil, I’ll smash your head!"

Through the window lattice gap, Zhou Xuan watched Li Dazhu’s arrogant behavior, then spoke to the temple wall: "Old Turtle, just say two words - silence."

Li Dazhu wanted to communicate with Turtle Mountain Taoist directly, Zhou Xuan certainly couldn’t let Turtle Mountain Taoist reveal any flaw.

At this time, Turtle Mountain Taoist’s identity was "Daoist", moreover, it was as Bi Fang’s "Daoist".

If Turtle Mountain Taoist argued with Li Dazhu, it would appear demeaning, therefore, to maintain the "Daoist identity" of the old turtle, Zhou Xuan’s method was simple, which was to avoid speaking as much as possible.

Even if words were needed, either speak briefly and concisely, or keep the speech mysterious.

In action, either don’t act, or act once to clearly deal with Li Dazhu.

"Silence."

Turtle Mountain Taoist, upon hearing Zhou Xuan’s instruction, did not lift his eyelids, appeared lazy, and only said two words.

These two words were not loud, but carried a lot of power, Li Dazhu immediately froze his action, placed the oil lamp beside his lips, lowered his eyebrows, and watched Turtle Mountain Taoist.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan released all his perception power onto the wall, emitting a howl of perception power.

The four walls of the Daoist Temple sealed, like a huge horn, the sound of perception power, with intense spiritual pollution, was strengthened and burst out.

A howl first shattered Li Dazhu’s eardrums, two streams of crimson blood spurted out from his ear canal,

Then he suddenly became mentally chaotic,

That Li Dazhu went mad, biting the porcelain lamp, fragment by fragment plunging into his mouth,

But the chewing did not stop, perhaps the pain was not severe enough, Li Dazhu simply picked up the copper candle holder and, with his arm fully extended, crazily smashed it against his forehead.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

Under the heavy and muffled sound, in a few hits, Li Dazhu smashed his head flat, red and white intertwined, flowing out from his caved-in wound.

Zhou Xuan then spoke toward the wall again: "Old Turtle, send him out of the temple, a bit arrogantly."

With Zhou Xuan’s instruction, Turtle Mountain Taoist controlled the Daoist Temple, causing a mountain wind to arise, wrapping the almost dead Li Dazhu and, like disposing of trash, throwing him outside the temple gate.

"Farewell."

As Li Dazhu landed, his head once again got shattered by the stone lion outside the temple, the seemingly polite but actually highly provocative two words, sounded like a great bell inside the temple.

...

"Mr. Big, the little mouse, died, completely expired."

After confirming Li Dazhu’s death, Turtle Mountain Taoist used his eyebrows as pens, composing words on the wall behind the temple.

"Wait a bit longer."

"Wait for what?"

"Wait for the attitude of the Mouse King."

Zhou Xuan said confidently.

He predicted that the Mouse King would send someone again, but the person wouldn’t be as arrogant as Li Dazhu.

...

About ten minutes later, unexpected guests arrived at Little Turtle Mountain again, this time a woman.

As soon as the woman entered the Daoist Temple, she knelt down and bowed to Turtle Mountain Taoist, saying: "Daoist Sir, Li Dazhu has always been used to being arrogant, he deserved to die."

Turtle Mountain Taoist continued pretending to be an expert in silence.

The woman said again: "My name is Chen Yulian, a Little Mouse under the Mouse King’s seat. The Mouse King invites Daoist Sir and Bi Fang God to the mountain cave mansion north of the city tomorrow for a meeting."

"Things from the gutter dare to invite my master?"

This time Zhou Xuan infused his voice into the temple wall, speaking with the mysterious posture of a "Daoist".

The speaker’s voice reverberated throughout the temple, the woman couldn’t determine where it came from, only felt everyone speaking from all directions.

This kind of "Divine Miracle" made the woman even more afraid to speak loudly, she crawled on the ground, pleadingly said: "Daoist Sir, calm down, my Mouse King, is a Heavenly Ghost Descendant, possessing great Divine Skills. If he teams up with you, Zhou Xuan would be trapped, killing him would just be a matter of nodding your head."

Zhou Xuan sneered behind the temple wall, spoke to the wall: "Old Turtle, use some means, disable her hands, then throw her out just like before."

Turtle Mountain Taoist was not strong-willed, letting him assist was okay, but asking him to be ruthless was very uncomfortable psychologically.

But he also knew that if he did not act according to Zhou Xuan’s words at this time, later he might also be included in those being ruthlessly treated.

He could only helplessly trigger the green tiles on the temple, two green tiles flew down swiftly like sharp knives, neatly severing the woman’s hands.