I run a Taoist temple in a bizarre world.

Chapter 56 Processing

Chi Le walked out of the main hall, stood on the steps, and looked at the scene before her.

In the center was the bald-headed Zhang, who was firmly trapped by earth spikes and unable to move, but looked disdainful and arrogantly threatened to release him.

The two people on the left.

Chen Hao, his face covered in blood, lay unconscious on the bluestone floor.

Ice crystals floated around Chen Cheng, dark gray water stains remained at the corners of his mouth, his face was contorted in pain, and his delicate brows were furrowed.

It seems to be resisting something inside the body.

The eerie aura of the mysterious mist intertwined with her own inherent coldness.

The two forces clashed back and forth, seemingly determined to determine who was superior.

On the right side of the open space, opposite the two people, stood several others.

Two men dressed as farmers blocked another dark-skinned farmer, and beside them stood two other men standing there blankly.

The group of people all looked confused about the current situation and what was happening.

Chi Le took a breath and spoke softly in a voice only he could hear.

"I finally made it."

Chi Le, who had just experienced the invasion of the real world by the mysterious fog and received a promise from Huang Wuwen, joined the Special Affairs Bureau.

They had already discovered Chen Hao and his group's presence as soon as they approached the vicinity of the mountain gate.

But at that time he was still on Changxing Street.

This is the former bizarre and complex area where a large number of special operations bureau staff are handling the scene.

He could simply summon the gate to Qingshan Temple and then swagger away from the sight of the Special Affairs Bureau members.

This act of self-destruction shows a great disregard for the Special Affairs Bureau.

He wanted to get away quickly.

However, the inspection and investigation by the Special Affairs Bureau were indispensable.

There was no other way but to get Yu Xun to give him some extra help, and Chi Le completed all the special investigations by the Special Affairs Bureau as quickly as possible.

He rushed home.

Fortunately, the place where he and Yu Xun were drinking and eating barbecue was not far from home.

Not long after, Chi Le returned home, quickly called out the door, stepped through the door, and entered the Qingshan Temple.

I originally intended to directly invoke the land administration department of Changxi Village to resolve this matter.

Unfortunately, he had already used up all his "incense offerings" in the core area of ​​the swamp while trying to kill the four-legged toad.

They had no choice but to offer sacrifices of "mysterious creations" to the statues of gods and immortals in the main hall in exchange for "incense offerings."

We can't very well let the abbot of Qingshan Temple, who has no extraordinary powers, show up.

Therefore, in order to buy time, he was allowed to present the [Strange Creature] as a sacrifice first.

With a thought, Chi Le opened the mountain gate.

Fortunately, his luck seems to have turned around a bit.

[Successfully offering a toad leg from a four-legged toad grants +2 Spirit Lamp Oil and +3 Incense Offerings!]

[Successfully presented the fleshy tongue of the four-legged toad, Ghost Core +2, Incense +4!]

The two [Strange Creations] earned him a total of seven incense sticks, as well as [Spirit-Controlling Lamp Oil] and [Strange Core].

The harvest was truly abundant.

All I can say is that it truly lives up to its reputation as a [mysterious creation] dropped by a second-tier demon.

With his thoughts returning to the present, the situation had stabilized thanks to the intervention of the first-tier immortal god—the local deity of Changxi Village.

Now, it's time to deal with the aftermath.

Chi Le tucked his hands into his sleeves.

The land deity of Changxi Village walked to Chen Cheng's side, who was still struggling against the strange mist coming from inside and outside his body.

沓！

He paused, his cane thumping.

The eerie mist that had previously enveloped Chen Cheng with a chilling aura.

It was as if it was being pulled.

It slowly dissipated from her mouth, nose, and five orifices.

Ultimately, the land in Changxi Village came together as a whole.

Once all the eerie mist had dissipated from Chen Cheng's body, the local earth god of Changxi Village raised his hand.

The eerie mist rose into the air, quickly dissipated under the sunlight, and finally vanished into the world.

Chen Cheng opened his eyes and immediately saw Chi Le sitting in front of the main hall.

"Guanzhu..."

Although Chen Cheng was somewhat weak, he still bowed.

His gaze passed over Chen Cheng and landed on Chen Hao.

As for Chen Hao, the land in Changxi Village does not have the ability to cure him.

However, it seems that Chen Hao's injuries are not serious enough to kill him.

At most, he will need to stay in bed for a month or two.

Chi Le's gaze swept past Chen Hao and landed on a group of farmers.

"That black thing, like coal... is that Zhao Zhu?"

"The others..."

Chi Le murmured, trying to distinguish the people.

He watched the actions of these people in the scene near the [Mountain Gate] provided on the panel.

The local earth god of Changxi Village is just a simpleton.

Several earthen spikes lifted the two men who had been standing beside the bald-headed Zhang, cheering him on, and moved them outside the Taoist temple.

"No...we..."

"no……"

A ball of mud made of mixed clods was stuffed into their mouths.

"Waaah..."

puff!

Two earthen spikes rose one after the other, and the noise stopped abruptly.

Chi Le looked at the bald-headed Zhang, who was still trying to appear resolute, but whose body was trembling uncontrollably.

He turned and walked towards the newly built side hall.

The land in Changxi Village turned sharply, and new thorns first pushed up Zhang the bald-headed man.

Then, more earth spikes surrounded him, trapping him layer by layer.

It resembles a cage covered in sharp spikes.

沓！

The land in Changxi Village takes another turn.

A burr-like object emerged and pushed the cage into the side hall.

喀~

The side hall's main gate slowly closed.

Only Chen Cheng, Zhao Zhu, and the others remained, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Zhao Zhu opened his eyes wide and asked.

"Is this the abbot of Qingshan Temple?"

Inside a room in a side hall.

Chi Le sat on a wooden chair.

Now that they were trapped in a cage and would be pricked by the spikes if they moved, the bald-headed Zhang had become obedient.

But his face still wore an arrogant air.

Chi Le didn't waste any words and tapped the wooden handrail with his finger.

The land of Changxi Village naturally obeys its destiny.

A spiked earthen cage slowly elongates, like a machine running on a predetermined track, never turning back.

snort~

The earth spikes slowly pierced into the shoulder of the bald-headed man.

The sharp soil spikes easily pierced through the surface of the bald-headed leper's skin.

Fresh blood gushed out immediately.

Fortunately, Chi Le had taken precautions, and the splattered blood was caught steadily by the land of Changxi Village, without a single drop falling to the ground and soiling this new place.

"what!"

The bald-headed Zhang cried out in pain.

But the thorns on his shoulder wouldn't stop growing just because he yelled twice.

The soil spikes continued to extend and soon reached the bone.

Without stopping, a crisp "snap" was heard.

The arm bone immediately fractured.

"Ah... Huh!"

Bald-headed Zhang let out a scream far louder than before.

The soil spike pierced through the bone, and naturally, the remaining lingering flesh could not stop the soil spike from continuing to grow.

However, at Chi Le's behest, the growth rate of soil spikes in Changxi Village was intentionally slowed down.

At this moment, Zhang the Bald was deathly pale, covered in cold sweat, and his arrogant and domineering demeanor from when he was in the open space was nowhere to be seen.

Snot and tears streamed down his face as he pleaded with Chi Le.

"Please, let me go... I... I know I was wrong."

"What...what will it take for you...for you to let me go?"

……

Chi Le remained silent, watching the bald-headed Zhang plead incessantly.

Chen Hao, the pilgrim who almost killed himself with perfect attendance.

In addition, Chen Cheng, who was about to become a temple keeper.

In Chi Le's eyes, the bald-headed Zhang was no different from a corpse.

But now, Bald-Headed Zhang can't die so quickly.

Chi Le still wanted to get some information out of him.

As time passed, the land decree for Changxi Village was fulfilled, and the land returned to the murals on the wall.

Bald Zhang had also gotten used to some of the pain from the severed arm.

He struggled to lift his head, only to meet Chi Le's gaze looking down at him.

It's strange, really.

The face of the abbot before them was shrouded in mist, and no features could be seen clearly.

Zhang the Bald-Head could sense the abbot's indifferent gaze, which seemed devoid of any emotion.

"Tell me about... the Demon Extermination Gathering."