hey demon

Chapter 37 Dragon Horse
Xianlai Inn, the other courtyard, the swaying lanterns dispelled the darkness, even in this cold season, a pool of water lilies in the yard is still blooming very well, adding to the charm under the moonlight.

Immortal cultivators admire lotus, and mortals are also affected by it. Therefore, Xianlai Inn specially found water lilies that bloom in four seasons and decorated them in several other courtyards to cater to the preferences of guests.

In the study room, looking away from the pond full of lotus flowers, Zhang Chun glanced at the file that Zhang Xu had just sent in his hand.

There is a Laowang Village under the jurisdiction of Changhe County. There are dozens of families and more than 500 people in the village. Five days ago, someone who went out wanted to go home, but found that he could not find Laowang Village.

The strange thing spread slowly, and finally alarmed the county government. Later, after many investigations, it was determined that Laowang Village had encountered a demon disaster.

The reason outsiders can't find Laowang Village is entirely because the surrounding area of ​​Laowang Village has been shrouded in sorcery.

"Ghost hits the wall, ghost domain."

Looking at the answer given by the government at the end of the dossier, Zhang Chunyi narrowed his eyes slightly.

All kinds of monsters can become monsters, and ghosts are also a kind of monsters, but the number of ghosts is actually not many, because most of the ghosts are born with a resentment, and only in places where the yin is extremely heavy can the ghost body gather. In other places, even if ghosts have begun to take shape, they will be annihilated by the yang energy between heaven and earth, so generally ghosts will only appear in places such as deep mountain tombs.

Moreover, ghosts are born with resentment, and their nature is fiercer than other monsters, so they are not favored by immortal cultivators.

Of course, because of the special race of ghosts, they can eat souls, especially the pure souls of humans, and eating them can increase their cultivation, so some immortal cultivators who are eager for shortcuts will take the risk of refining ghosts as their own monsters, but too many It ended disastrously, either being killed by other immortal cultivators, or by his own ghosts. Except for a few evil forces, few immortal cultivators dared to try to refine ghosts.

"Old Wang Village is not a place where Yin Qi gathers, but ghosts appeared."

"Besides, being able to cover the entire Old Wang Village with ghosts hitting the wall, his cultivation must not be weak, at least he has two or three hundred years of demon power."

"If it swallows the entire Laowang Village, then the cultivation level may be one step closer, and it must be more than 300 years."

"It's no wonder that neither the Fuya nor the Bai and You families are willing to solve this evil disaster."

Putting down the file, Zhang Chunyi was thoughtful.

In Changhe County, except for a few unprofessional casual cultivators, there are four main forces that are really considered to be one party, Fuya, Baijia, Youjia, and Changqingguan.

Although these four forces are not very strong, the biggest difference between them and casual cultivators is that they all have a foundation that can be handed down from generation to generation, such as Songyan Mountain occupied by Evergreen Temple, which is the greatest wealth.

And the core figures of these four forces are actually not considered strong, at most they are similar to Changqingzi in the past, and even worse than Changqingzi. Only the Bai family is special, and its head, Bai Feng, is A warrior, rumored to have perfected his strength, had a record of killing a 300-year-old wild boar monster, and his frontal combat power vaguely overwhelmed several others.

However, because he is a warrior, his shortcomings are also obvious. Once he encounters some weird monsters, it is basically difficult to show his due strength.

Under such circumstances, they are naturally unwilling to deal with a ghost that is not weak in cultivation. It's not that they can't deal with it, but they are unwilling to take the risk because of it.

After all, it was discovered relatively late, and Laowang Village was naturally abandoned. They made a note of either leaving the ghost after eating enough, or waiting for the county to send someone to deal with it.

"I just don't know whether this is a wandering wild ghost or an evil cultivator. The latter is unlikely. After all, this approach is too arrogant. If it is an evil cultivator, it should have retreated in time."

Zhang Chunyi already understood the thoughts of the county government and other forces. They obviously didn't want to directly confront this ghost with a high probability of more than 300 years of cultivation. The reason why they issued the demon removal order to Changqingguan was not true. In order to get rid of the demon, I want him to retreat in the face of difficulties, and then divide up the benefits occupied by the Evergreen Concept.

"Red Cloud's cultivation has broken through the 200-year mark. It shouldn't be a problem to deal with a 300-year-old ghost, but there is no need to worry. The specific situation needs further investigation, and Hong Yun can just refine the 23-year cultivation. The Extraction Pill."

Thoughts kept floating in his mind, Zhang Chunyi made a decision.

Nothing to do all night until dawn, early in the morning, morning exercise as usual.

Breathing out Wuji, guiding the red cloud to rotate the Great Circle, and completing the practice of eating wind and drinking dew, Zhang Chunyi opened his eyes.

After handing over the Cuiyao Pill to Hongyun for refining, Zhang Chunyi came to the main hall of Xianlai Inn instead of having breakfast in the room.

On the third floor, in the private room, all kinds of exquisite snacks were delivered. After taking a sip of fragrant tea, Zhang Chunyi turned his attention to the downstairs.

Although it was still early at this time, the Xianlai Inn was already full of people.

In the lobby on the first floor, a storyteller with gray hair and a three-inch beard walked slowly up the platform.

And many people in the audience were sipping tea and knocking sunflower seeds, waiting eagerly.

Crack, Xingmu rings, and the story begins.

"Speaking of last time, Mr. Lu Dashan went out with his wife and children to fulfill his vows. When he walked to the forest road, there was a sudden roar, and there were crowds of people. Hundreds of bandits rushed out of the forest and surrounded Mr. Lu Dashan's family. He has a hideous face."

"Although Mr. Lu Dashan has a few servants with outstanding martial arts skills, they are no match for four hands with two fists, and they will all be killed or injured in a short time."

"Looking at such a scene, Lu Dashan looked up to the sky and sighed, lamenting his bad luck and the injustice of God. He has done good deeds all his life, and countless people have survived, but he did not expect to end up like this."

"Listening to the filthy words of those gangsters and seeing their ferocious faces, Lu Dashan's heart is as cold as ice."

"However, Mr. Lu Dashan is also a person with a strong mind. At this critical moment, he picked up the blood-stained steel knife that fell on the ground."

"Seeing such a scene, the bandits around were stunned for a moment, but soon there were laughter everywhere. They laughed at Lu Dashan's overreaching."

"And Mr. Lu Dashan didn't care about this. He gritted his teeth and swung the steel knife in his hand, but the target was not the bandits, but his wife and children hiding behind him."

"It turned out that the gangsters looked around, and Lu Dashan knew that there was no hope of escape, but he didn't want his wife and children to be humiliated, so he planned to hack his wife and children to death first, and then commit suicide, so as to leave an innocent body."

Having said that, Mr. Storyteller twirled his three-inch beard and let out a soft sigh.

And taking advantage of this gap, the audience is also talking about it.

"Oh, Lu Dashan is really a man."

"It's a pity, good people shouldn't end up like this."

Although the story was not finished, everyone had already foreseen a tragedy.

Seeing such a scene, the storyteller Ding Quan's eyes flashed a color of satisfaction.

Pa, the Xingmu sounded again, drawing everyone's attention back to the classroom, and the unfinished story continued.

"It was too late and then soon, just when Mr. Lu Dashan was about to hack his wife and children to death, a strange wind suddenly blew up, the shadows of the trees shook, flying sand and stones flew, and neither men nor horses could stand. out."

"At the same time, a deep and powerful voice came quietly from a distance."

"The poor way passes through this place, but if you don't see good and evil, you can't repay them. If the sky doesn't repay you, I will repay you."

"When the bandits heard this, they were furious and looked around, only to see a green-robed Taoist riding a horse. His horse was extraordinary, with green scales, a single horn on its head, and clouds of smoke from its hooves. It was a real dragon and horse. , and the Taoist sits on it with a whisk in his hand, looking at him like a god."

"Seeing this scene, everyone was horrified. How could they not know that they had met an immortal?"

"Don't dare to hesitate, all the bandits fled one after another, and at this moment, the wind blew and the rain fell, and a little bit of frost filled the air, and the figures of the bandits froze in place."

"I saw frost on his body, but he was frozen to death on the spot."

"Escaping from the dead, with his wife and children, Lu Dashan knelt down in front of the Taoist, thanking the Taoist for saving his life, he said, and asked the Taoist priest to leave his name, Lu would like to thank him with a hundred taels of gold."

"Hearing this, the Taoist laughed and shook his head, saying, Pindao was originally from the mountains, his surname was Ma, and his name was Tu. Gold and silver are like dung to me, and I took them with no intention of taking them. I just hope that your original intentions will not change, and your kindness will remain the same."

"When the words fall, the Taoist floats away."

At the end of the story, the house was full of applause, and at this moment, a high-spirited man came from outside the door.

"Hey, it seems that Taoist Ma is really a fairy. My family likes it. I wonder if there is any other story to tell?"

Shouting, a piece of oil-stained broken silver was thrown onto the stage by the big man.

After receiving the money, Ding Quan didn't dislike it, put it in his arms, smiled, and continued to tell, and the protagonist of the story is still the Ma Daochang.

In the private room on the third floor, eating snacks and listening to stories, Zhang Chunyi was thoughtful.

　Happy Chinese New Year, new year wishes everyone a new year, new weather, dragon horse spirit
　
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