Chapter 545 A born saint?

"Ding! You listened carefully to the Lion Ridge Mountain God Zhang Deben silently reciting the magic spell: Persuade people to do good. Congratulations, you have received the reward: Magic spell: Persuade people to do good [beginner]!"

"Ding! Congratulations on obtaining the divine art. The divine art column is opening!"

Two cold, mechanical voices rang in his mind, and Wang Ping'an's face was filled with joy that was difficult to conceal.

According to his uncle, he had a magical power that could make people do good things.

He was particularly curious about the magical skill his uncle knew: what effect it had in persuading people to do good.

If he learns and uses this magical skill to turn a bad person who has been doing evil for years into a good person, will he gain merit? As the saying goes: Persuading people to do good will bring immeasurable merit.

If the other party did good deeds under the influence of his magic, could he also get some merits?

Never thought about it.

He listened carefully to his uncle talking about this magical skill, and he actually learned it.

"Since I have secretly learned this magic, I will try it out to see if it works as I guessed!"

Wang Ping'an suppressed the excitement in his heart. If this magical skill was as powerful as he guessed.

From now on, he no longer needs to slay demons and monsters. He can gain countless merits just by staying at home and not going out.

When he saw Zhang Guilian beside his uncle out of the corner of his eye, his eyes suddenly lit up.

This is a suitable experimental subject!
Divine Art: Persuade people to do good!
Wang Ping'an had an idea and was ready to use this magic on Zhang Guilian while his uncle and other people around him were not paying attention. As soon as he had the idea, before he could use this magic, a mechanical and cold voice immediately sounded in his mind.

"Ding! There is a lack of incense. The magic of persuading people to do good cannot be used!"

After hearing the mechanical and cold voice in his mind, the joy on Wang Ping'an's face froze instantly, and he frowned and said:

"What the hell is this incense? Without it, the magic can't be used. Then, wouldn't my magic of persuading people to do good be in vain?"

Just as Wang Ping'an was thinking, should he give up this magic skill: persuade people to do good deeds and earn merits as before, or look for an opportunity to see if he can - no, to be precise, find a way to obtain incense and then try this magic skill to see if it is as powerful as he guessed.

"Ok?"

Wang Ping'an suddenly felt as if he was attacked by an indescribable evil, and his consciousness was immediately severed from the paper man. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a mountain temple.

However, unlike his uncle's mountain god temple, the mountain god temple in front of him looked particularly magnificent. He glanced around, wondering how he had inexplicably appeared in this haunted place. Suddenly, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the statue of the mountain god in the mountain god temple was very familiar.

It was Qi Wenshan who had just died tragically under his flying sword!

"Qi Wenshan?"

Wang Ping'an frowned slightly, and just as he was thinking, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind. He remembered the wooden statue that Qi Wenshan had given him not long ago, and said thoughtfully:

"Which piece of wood is the weird one?"

"Kid, when you see me, why don't you kneel down?"

A majestic voice like thunder rang out in the mountain god temple, and then the mountain god statue - to be precise, the statue of Qi Wenshan, seemed to come alive, opened its eyes, and shot out a divine light from its eyes. It looked down at Wang Pingan, appearing to be very majestic and domineering.

"Are you talking to me?"

Wang Pingan said in a bad tone.

He didn't know what method Qi Wenshan used, but he knew it was definitely an unorthodox method. When Qi Wenshan was alive, he didn't take Qi Wenshan seriously. One move of "Ten Thousand Swords" was enough to take Qi Wenshan's life.

Now that Qi Wenshan is dead, he is most likely a wandering ghost, yet he dares to pretend to be a mountain god in front of him.

Do you think this will scare him?

He could only say that Qi Wenshan died too few times. When he died for the first time, even if his soul managed to escape, it should have run as far as it could.

How dare you attack him?
can only say……

Qi Wenshan doesn’t know how to write the word death!
"Bold..."

Qi Wenshan snorted coldly and glared at Wang Pingan. He was about to pretend to be a mountain god, but suddenly he reacted and looked at Wang Pingan in front of him. His face and eyes were full of panic. He suppressed the fear in his heart and scolded:
"What kind of monster are you?"

Not long ago.

He lured Zhang Guilian into taking the bait and let Zhang Guilian plot against Zhang Deben, filling the mountain temple with the incense sticks he had prepared. Not to mention that Zhang Deben had just become the mountain god of Lion Ridge, even if he had been the mountain god of Lion Ridge for many years, with so many incense sticks, he would still be like a fish on a chopping board, at his mercy.

Just as he was about to use sorcery - no, divine magic, to snatch away Zhang Deben's position as the mountain god of Lion Ridge.

Never thought of it.

A mysterious man would suddenly appear and kill him without saying a word. Even if he tried his best, he would be powerless in front of this mysterious man. He didn't understand how Zhang Deben knew such a terrifying mysterious man. He knew that he was no match for him.

When you are ready to find an opportunity to escape!
Never thought...

The escape technique that he was so proud of was actually useless in front of that mysterious man, and the other party easily discovered the flaw.

One sword took his life!

fortunately.

He understood a truth: a cunning rabbit has three burrows. A long time ago, he had infiltrated a wisp of his soul into a wooden statue, which was the wooden statue given to Wang Ping'an. He saw that Wang Ping'an was extraordinary, because when he was carving the statue of the mountain god for Zhang Deben, he heard about the fight over Wang Ping'an.

It’s hard not to understand Wang Pingan!

He wanted to lure Wang Ping'an into becoming his fanatic follower. After he became the mountain god of Lion Ridge, many things would be inconvenient for him to do by himself, and he needed a large number of fanatics to do things for him.

Never thought.

Before he could turn Wang Ping'an, a child just a few months old, into a fanatic, he met with an accident and no longer considered turning Wang Ping'an into a fanatic. It was not that he had lost the idea of ​​becoming a god, but the most important thing for him at the moment was to survive.

Coincidentally.

The evil magic he learned - no, it should be said that it was a divine magic, which included the method of using a corpse to revive the dead.

He planned to use Wang Ping'an's body to live another life, and when he gradually recovered his magic power, he would look for Zhang Deben and even the mysterious man to plot against.

How to know.

A baby who is only a few months old can actually speak?
How could he not be shocked!
"Monster, you are the monster, your whole family is monsters! I am a natural born saint!"

Wang Pingan cursed loudly, looking at Qi Wenshan who could hardly hide the panic in his eyes, and said with a smile:
"Tell me, what bad things do you want to do by dragging me to this damn place?"

(End of this chapter)