Fame, reputation, and the image among the common people, they cannot be compared to Zhou Xuan.
"Saints are boundless, Daoists do nothing."
Zhou Xuan clutched the "Taoist Ancestor Mask" at his waist, gently pulling it, and threw it toward the sky.
Where the mask passed, it was filled with auspicious purple aura, flying above the Bright Moon in the night sky, radiating brilliant light.
"The Dao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Dao, the name that can be named is not the eternal name..."
The Tao Ancestor's Moral True Scripture resounded in the ears of every citizen of Mingjiang Prefecture, suppressing the voice of the Evil Ghost.
At the same time, Zhou Xuan's right hand reached into the Secret Realm, grasping the City God Temple and gently pulling it, bringing it into the real world.
A palm-sized temple was then lifted in Zhou Xuan's palm.
"City God Temple? Shui Yong's Dharma Body."
