The scene was utterly absurd and laughable.
Chongming was right in front of them, and he had protected Hebei Prefecture for years. Yet they claimed he was a false god?
Yaohua was about to argue with them when Chongming waved his sleeve, knocking out those monks.
He took her by the sleeve and walked towards the main hall. His expression was unusually solemn. "I visited this place two years ago. The monks in the hall were all the most devout believers. But now their personalities have suddenly changed. There must have been something of great significance."
It was no small matter that could shake the faith of a divine lord.
Sure enough, on the statue of the divine master in the main hall, two curved horns had somehow grown. And this was the symbol of the demon.
There was no demonic aura lingering around the statue, so it looked normal. But when the believers below kowtowed, a tiny wisp of demonic aura would separate and enter their bodies.
Those with weaker constitutions or less firm wills would be eroded by the demon after just three or four bows.
At the same time, all their faith was given to this strange statue.
"Thud!"
A sweeping monk passed by. Seeing the two of them, he was so frightened that he dropped his broom. "What's wrong with you? Why don't you kneel when you see the statue of the divine master?"
Yaohua thought for a moment and stepped forward to ask, "May I ask, master, when was the statue of the divine master here replaced?"
"Seems to be last month!" The sweeping monk looked confused for a while. "No, it was a year ago. No! When has the statue of the divine master ever been replaced? It has always been like this."
Then, his gaze towards the two of them became vigilant and defensive. "What are you here for? To destroy the statue? Someone come quickly—"
Before the two could react, his gentle appearance at first disappeared, and he became hysterical.
The whole temple was probably alerted, and the demonic aura in his body began to seep out.
"Not good. He's about to be controlled by the demonic aura!" Chongming quickly subdued him.
Fortunately, the two of them had experience dealing with demonic aura and could easily force it out.
Once the demonic aura left his body, the sweeping monk immediately collapsed to the ground. When he opened his eyes again, his weak face was full of sorrow.
He looked at Chongming and kowtowed heavily, crying out in grief, "You've finally come! Please, immortal, save Henan Prefecture!"
Chongming personally helped him up. "What exactly happened? Why is there demonic aura running amok in the city, and even the divine statue has been smashed?"
Tears streamed down the sweeping monk's eyes, and he said mournfully, "I'm afraid it's not just this city with demonic aura. The whole Henan Prefecture has been harmed by the false god!"
He detailed what had happened here.
It turned out that half a month ago, for some reason, the incense in the city suddenly became extremely prosperous, and the common people came to worship in an endless stream.
But when he was wiping the divine statue, he found that two lines of tears were actually flowing from the statue of the divine master.
Before he could take a closer look, two horns grew on the statue of the divine master. He felt a moment of dizziness and fell from the statue. When he looked again, he felt that there was nothing wrong with the statue.
Later, his memory was gradually tampered with, and he actually thought that the divine master should naturally have two horns.
He wiped away his tears, and his words were full of bitterness. "I know the two of you are extraordinary, which is why you could make me regain my senses. Please save Henan Prefecture! Our city is the one with the firmest faith, yet this has happened. Other places must have already fallen."
Chongming's face was calm, but there was clearly a hint of anger in his eyes. "This must be the doing of the demon!"
He raised his hand, and the false divine statue in the hall shattered with a thunderous sound. The demonic aura escaping from it was directly trapped by him.
Yaohua thought for a moment and said, "This is no small matter. Without the false divine statue, the common people in this city won't get worse. Let's go and check the situation of the whole Henan Prefecture first."
Next, the two of them visited every corner of Henan Prefecture, and the demonic aura they collected became more and more.
The demonic aura trapped by spiritual power condensed into a ball and kept surging, looking extremely terrifying.
Chongming sighed slightly. "The demon's action this time is no small matter. There are actually 148 false divine statues with problems. I actually let them slip through my fingers right under my nose!"
"This matter is also the responsibility of my Phoenix Clan." Yaohua took out the message jade token. "I'll ask my elder brothers to come and lead the clan to expel the demonic aura from the common people."
Chongming looked towards the horizon. "I still have to go to the Celestial Realm and report this to the divine master."
After all, the faith of the divine master had been completely stolen.
"Do you have to go in person, master?" Yaohua was quite worried. "Now you and the divine master are on bad terms. If you go rashly, you may be regarded as provoking. How about we send a message to Divine Envoy Tu Yang and ask her to mediate?"
Chongming took out a small token and immediately tried to contact the divine envoy, but it only flashed for a moment and then turned dim.
Yaohua was a bit confused. "What's going on?"
"This was given to me by the former divine master to contact the Celestial Realm. It is also a symbol of my status as a superior god." Chongming said helplessly. "I'm afraid because I've severed ties with the Celestial Realm, they've simply invalidated my divine token."
Yaohua stamped her foot in anger. "How can the divine master be so petty?"
Chongming shook his head and took out a message paper crane, which flew towards the Celestial Realm.
After a while, he said silently, "The paper crane has been destroyed."
Yaohua pursed her lips and said, "Then let's go. The matter of Henan Prefecture concerns his faith. I believe he won't sit idly by."
Chongming flew up on his sword. She was just about to transform into her original form and fly when he called out to her.
In mid - air, the cold and aloof divine lord reached out his hand to her and said very naturally, "I'll take you there."
Knowing that this was not the time for romance, and knowing that he had no extra feelings for her, Yaohua still couldn't help the ripples in her heart. She secretly laughed at her own weakness.
Such a small, unconscious gesture could stir up a storm in her heart.
She generously took Chongming's hand. The frost between his eyebrows dissipated a bit, and the corner of his lips unconsciously curled up slightly. He brought her in front of him and specifically used spiritual power to protect her from the wind.
The sword light disappeared on the horizon.
But not long after, a crooked sword light appeared in front of them.
The person on the sword almost burst into tears of joy when he saw them. "Superior God Chongming! You've finally come back!"
Chongming raised his eyebrows in confusion, but the man seemed to be completely exhausted and fell off the sword.
"He looks like the little divine envoy in charge of cleaning in the divine master's hall." Yaohua was speechless. "He usually seemed so steady. Why is he in such a mess now?"
Chongming landed beside the little divine envoy. "What's the matter?"
Yaohua showed a shocked expression.
The little divine envoy's clothes were tattered. There was a big hole in his shoulder, and his whole body was soaked in blood. Demonic aura was constantly surging out of his wounds, looking extremely miserable.
Half of his face was also eroded by the demonic aura. He was like a spent arrow, as if he was about to die at any moment. "The Celestial Realm has been occupied by the demon clan. Please, superior god, return quickly..."
Yaohua exclaimed in disbelief, "How could this happen?"
The little divine envoy tilted his head and fainted completely. He had been so severely eroded by the demonic aura that there was no hope of saving him.