Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

Chapter 90 Who Did I Slay?

The smiling masked man got straight to the point: "I am the Dharma Protector Eye of Joy. Congratulations on passing the test of greed and proving your piety. Now you have two choices: one, go down the mountain and continue the test; two, stay and work for me."

With a thud, Huang Mao Ma knelt down, her face resolute, and said, "Guardian, I choose to continue the trial."

"Then you should go down the mountain."

After watching Huang Mao's mother leave, Yan Kanxi turned to the four men and said, "You guys are going to work with me?"

Chen Feng glanced at the densely packed golden statues around him and nodded: "Yes."

"Then come with me."

Led by Yan happy, the group entered the main hall.

The stench of money was overwhelming, or rather, the smell of cash.

Just like the outside, the palace interior was also magnificent, with carved railings and jade steps, and piles of banknotes, jewels and golden figures everywhere.

The blond-haired guy whispered, "Brother Feng, aren't we here to fight the boss?"

Chen Feng countered, "Then what type of boss do you think this is?"

The blond-haired man looked around and said, "With so many subordinates, they must be summoners."

Chen Feng prompted, "So how do you usually fight summoner bosses?"

Without hesitation, the blond-haired man said, "Of course, we need to stop it from summoning. We need to destroy all its summoned creatures first... Oh, Brother Feng, I understand."

People who play games are smart.

Chen Feng looked at the golden statue.

Physical contact is prohibited, prolonged staring is prohibited, and excessive closeness is prohibited.

To deal with this guardian, these troublesome little golden figures must be dealt with, just like when he secretly eliminated the fake nurse when dealing with the rabbit-faced nurse.

At that moment, Chen Feng suddenly saw something in the center of the hall and froze on the spot.

It was a stone statue.

It's so strange that such a luxurious hall has a poor-looking stone sculpture. What's even stranger is that Chen Feng recognizes this stone statue.

With eyes closed and a kind face, he offered one hand while refusing to let anyone else in.

This is clearly an image of Cihang Bodhisattva.

Chen Feng thought to himself that the five demons were very secretive about Cihang's affairs, and would mobilize all their forces to suppress him at the slightest sign of trouble.

How could such a Bodhisattva statue be hidden in the territory of the six great protectors under the bull-faced seat?

Chen Feng felt that there must be some huge secret involved.

At times like these, he misses the daily intelligence system terribly.

"Is there anything strange about that stone statue?"

This was the first time that India had seen Chen Feng with such a puzzled expression, so she secretly performed a divination.

then.

A ticking sound rang out.

What's that noise?

Chen Feng turned his head and saw that India was standing there, her face ashen. Blood was seeping from her eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth at the same time. The dripping sound just now was the blood dripping onto the ground and forming a pool of blood.

Blood is flowing from all seven orifices!

Chen Feng was taken aback, thinking that the Dharma Protector had attacked them.

But suddenly, with her face covered in blood, India's lips curled into a strange smile, revealing her teeth: "I'm fine."

The blood you shed could fill an oil painting. Are you sure you're alright?

Chen Feng glanced at the unsuspecting Dharma Protector leading the way, then at the statue of Cihang Bodhisattva, and immediately understood the cause and effect.

"Who are you trying to be, going after that plague god?"

"Curiosity killed the cat."

This incident deepened Chen Feng's suspicions about Cihang. The blood-and-flesh lotus, the bloodshed during divination—all these signs indicated that the five monsters were not good people, but Cihang was no pushover either.

Maybe they're just fighting like dogs.

Chen Feng and his group followed the Dharma Protector to the back door of the main hall.

There are even more golden men there.

They were carrying hemp baskets on their backs, transporting banknotes and jewels into the palace.

Seeing this, happy said, "From now on, you will be in charge of managing the Golden Man and carrying up the sins that the believers bring up from the back mountain path."

Chen Feng was taken aback: "Sin?"

Seeing this, happy explained, "Money is the root of all evil."

Is it that uncomfortable?

Then give me the sins, I can bear them.

Chen Feng looked at the golden figures coming and going and knew that these golden statues, which lacked intelligence and were similar to humanoid figures, could do the work of moving money.

However, tasks like soliciting donations require real people to handle them. Since people handle so much money every day, the only way to prevent corruption is through trials, and only those without greed can be qualified.

Seeing this, happy distributed a set of white robes and white crowns to everyone: "As long as you wear these clothes, you can command the Jurchens to do things."

OK OK.

Chen Feng put on his clothes, already having a plan in mind.

When night fell, he devised a plan to drive all the Jin people down the mountain and then give the protector a righteous beating.

"If I kill the protector, won't all his money be mine?"

"No, I have to hold it in, I can't laugh."

Chen Fengle was trembling all over, but before that, he still had to put on a show.

So he took a wad of banknotes out of the basket: "Then we'll take some money for transportation, and we'll deliver the money to you in a bit... How wicked."

Seeing this, happy immediately became anxious: "No way!"

Chen Feng hurriedly explained, "Guardian, I don't want your money, but I want to use your money to do your thing."

Seeing happy coldly say, "You can't touch any of the money here."

It's only taking in and not giving out?

With no other option, everyone had to take the bus and subway back. During the trip, Chen Feng took the bleeding India back to the internet cafe so that she could rest.

We arrived at the venue.

Chen Feng and the others witnessed the darkness of the church once again.

In his pursuit of money, Yan Kanxi has committed countless evil deeds.

First, there's the act of grabbing.

A fellow traveler in a white robe, holding a piece of paper, said to the Jin people, "You, go here, and here as well."

Chen Feng asked, "What are you trying to do?"

The colleague waved the paper: "Ah, this is the rich list of Cihang City. They are all incredibly wealthy, but they are all deeply sinful people."

So you're going to take down the top-ranked player one by one?

Chen Feng thought to himself, "This isn't a rich list, it's practically a death note."

Besides robbery, it's all about deception. The church set up a donation box, claiming that the money would be given to those in need.

But in reality, the Jurchens put all that money into baskets and sent it up the mountain.

"Sir, my son is about to have surgery. When will the donations arrive?"

"It'll be here soon."

"Please, please give us back the money my dad donated."

"no."

Chen Feng spent the entire afternoon at the church, and he felt completely numb.

So on the way back by subway.

Chen Feng gritted his teeth and said, "These beasts, I can't take it anymore! I'll make my move tonight!"

When we returned to the palace...

It was already late at night.

Chen Feng circled around and brought all the Jin people down the mountain.

Inside the palace, the sound of chewing could be heard. It was Kanxi eating; he was stuffing a large amount of banknotes into the crack in the mouth of his mask and eating with relish.

No wonder they have to transport so much money every day; they feed on treasures.

Chen Feng suddenly had a brilliant idea.

If we feed him counterfeit money, wouldn't that be like poisoning the monster?

This plan might work, but forging banknotes that are convincing enough to fool the monsters would be a troublesome matter.

Chen Feng ultimately decided to keep things simple and just get started.

Following the methods taught by Gu Long and the movements practiced this month, Chen Feng clenched his fingers in the air, and the magical elements in the air gathered from all directions to form a large bow that shimmered with blue light.

Then, an arrow formed from blue energy appeared on the great bow.

The Holy Tree Knight's Great Bow!

The longer the magic is charged into an arrow, the greater its range and damage.

So Chen Feng held on for a full minute, pushing his power to its limit, before finally releasing his grip.

With a buzzing sound.

The sound of an arrow leaving the bowstring rang out, and a streak of light hurtled towards Yan Kanxi.

at the same time.

Old Wolf joined the fray immediately and also made a move.

Use the wind as your blade!

Hundreds of sharp wind blades swirled around the arrows, simultaneously striking Yan Kanxi's body.

A moment later, the explosion sent a huge cloud of white smoke billowing from the entire palace.

A bad omen.

Chen Feng asked anxiously, "Could it be that there's smoke but no injury?"

Huang Mao reminded him, "Brother Feng, don't jinx it."

At that moment, a system notification sounded in my ear:

[The demon-slaying was a success!]

[Congratulations, host, on successfully breaking through to the Qi Refining stage]

Succeeded?

Is it really that simple?

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, just as he was about to feel happy, when he suddenly saw that familiar figure appear in the smoke.

It is a joy to behold.

He was completely unharmed. The explosion hadn't even scratched his clothes or mask, let alone injured him.

What's going on?

If he's alright, then who did I just kill?