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Chapter 267 Don't Ask
The old fox who craned his neck to observe the scene outside the town swallowed hard.

Wanted to put on a smile for relief.

It's just that he was so frightened that the corners of his mouth moved, but his flesh didn't move, and he turned into an embarrassing appearance of smiling but not smiling.

Afraid that the red-haired priest would blame him, the old fox hurriedly covered his long mouth.

I have never seen the Daoist make a move before.

When I saw it now, the black air filled the air, and the ghosts screamed fiercely in the fog.

This technique of controlling ghosts and expelling demons is extremely evil.

Coupled with the indifferent look of the Taoist, and the strange red hair that is tied up but soft and loose.

The person in front of him just doesn't say anything, but judging from his methods, others can also see that he is a powerful devil, and he can never be a kind person.

Terrible is terrible, but the old fox doesn't feel fear, but has a kind of carefree revenge.

Just about to kneel down to thank you, but found that I couldn't kneel down.

"Thank you monk."

The old fox looked at Juefa. This master had a gentle aura and was upright. Judging by his behavior, he should be a disciple of the orthodox sect.

It is indeed easier to get close to people than red-haired people.

However, probably because of being a ghost, the old fox was a little afraid to talk to Juefa.

"Amitabha."

Juefa put down a spirit stone, got up and walked towards the door of the inn.

"Master, the little old man can't accept your money."

The red-haired Taoist wiped his mouth, and got up from the stool: "Put it away, although your wine is not good, the meat is not bad anyway."

……

The monk and Taoist left the town.

When Juefa looked back, the town behind him had been buried in the wind and snow, and he no longer felt alone and alone.

"What's there to see? The room is full of ghosts or spirits, not even a living person."

"Amitabha." Juefa sighed.

The world is so hard, they have traveled for so long, and there are no living people in this small town they encountered.The inn was occupied by spirits, and most of the people who rested in the past were ghosts.

Just as the monk was about to leave, a figure came chasing after him from a distance.

The monk didn't speak, but his expression was a little more curious and joking.The woman obviously didn't come to find him, the monk, so there was only one other person left, that is, the senior in the black Taoist robe.

The red-haired Taoist stopped and looked back at the snow-coated woman: "Is there anything else you need to do, Miss?"

"The little girl hasn't thanked the Taoist priest for her great kindness." The snow-coated woman took two steps closer, raised her pretty face and looked at Tu Shanjun.

The woman's eyes are beautiful, but Tu Shanjun still looks at each other indifferently: "No need."

"I would like to serve the Taoist priest around, and be a cow or a horse to repay the great kindness."

Although he still looked indifferent, Tu Shanjun frowned slightly. He knew it was a trouble, but he didn't expect to be glued to him, so he explained: "I've already eaten the spirit wine, you don't owe me anything."

After speaking, Mr. Tu Shan would turn around and leave.

But he paused as if he thought of something, and then turned around.

Seeing the red-haired Taoist turn around, the snow-coated woman thought that the Taoist had changed his mind, and her disappointed eyes suddenly lit up: "Taoist..."

"In such a world, it may not be a good thing to depend on others."

"Actually, I want you to take revenge yourself, rather than relying on others' help."

"It's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Only by melting great power into yourself can you prove the future." Tu Shanjun took out the piece of jade, curled up his middle finger and index finger, and put the spiritual light on his forehead, and threw the jade over after a while.

The time the snow-coated woman caught the jade stone, the figures of monks and monks in front of her eyes gradually drifted away, and her body seemed to be imprisoned and unable to move.

He could only watch the monk go away.

"Dare to ask about long names."

"Mr. Tu Shan."

The faint voice fell on the ears of the snow-coated woman.

She didn't resume her actions until those two figures disappeared into the boundless white snow.

Looking around, he finally looked at the jade in his hand.

Sticking it on his forehead, he opened his eyes in surprise after closing his eyes for a few breaths.

There is actually a record of ghost cultivation scriptures that directly point to the realm of Jindan.

……

"What are you laughing at?"

It was also the first time that Juefa knew Tu Shanjun's name.

After getting along for a long time, he only called Tu Shanjun senior, but he didn't know the name.

I think this time Mr. Tu Shan was talking to the snow-coated woman, and he was also talking to him by the way.

"I didn't expect senior to be a real monk."

"There are countless monks in this world, but people as pure as senior are rare."

"Strange, do monks also compliment people?"

Jue Fa didn't care about Tu Shanjun's joke, instead he recited Amitabha, and then said: "Everything I said is true."

"It's just that I don't know why the senior used the evil method as the foundation, and still cultivated such a powerful demon cultivation base."

What the monk said made the red-haired Taoist who was walking beside him stand still in a daze, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Then his cold gaze, like a sharp cold light, focused on the vision.

This was the first time the monk saw a Taoist lose his temper.

Although the Taoist is still calm, the surrounding temperature has dropped significantly.

Some people are hysterical when they get angry, they will rage, roar, and even curse crazily, while the Taoist is very quiet, and the quiet surrounding air seems to freeze, and there is no longer the warmth just now.

The cold light from the high hanging day casts light on the Taoist's body.

I only heard the Taoist say lightly: "Monk, have I ever asked you why you didn't go back to the Temple of White Bone, but wandered in the dark place instead? Have you ever asked why you didn't become enchanted after you broke the precepts and killed someone? The bone beads in Yu Buquan's hand? Why is it that you are a monk but not a boy?"

Juefa shook his head and said, "No."

"Would you like to answer my question?"

Juefa said frankly, "I don't want to."

"Then do you think I would like to?"

"Amitabha."

"Probably, I don't want to."

……

Sobs, melodious.

Under the setting sun, there is a vast expanse of whiteness.

But it wasn't snow, but paper money swayed out.

Some were half burnt with black brand marks, and some were intact.

More did become fly ash of ashes, muddy with snowflakes.

Jue Fa was puzzled, and at the same time he couldn't help sighing: "Amitabha, the wind is blowing on both sides of the official road, such a big funeral, who died?"

The red-haired Taoist put his hands behind his back, glanced twice and then looked back.

Walking on the road without touching the ground, his light figure does not look like a living person at all.

There are always dead people in the Netherland, and there are more ghosts and ghosts than in other places. It is not surprising that anyone dies.

And now that wars are raging everywhere, bandits cross the border like locusts.The Northland has already been smashed, so it is not surprising to hear that the rogues have captured the imperial city Tu Shanjun tomorrow.

When he was in Huaifeng City in the past, someone asked him to calculate how many years of Daliang's national fortune he had.Tu Shanjun counted his fingers and frowned. Does the country in front of him really have such a thing as national destiny?
The two had just arrived at the head of the village, and before they could stop, they were dragged towards the village.

"Daoist, Master, you two came at the right time. The old man Liu at the head of the village is newly mourned, and there is a shortage of masters who can do things."

"Unexpectedly, the villain met the two as soon as he left the village. It really is fate."

"Someone is Lizheng and Xunye from Shangyang Village."

The noise can be heard from a distance, but it is more real when you get closer.Although Shangyang Village is also extremely depressed, compared with other dilapidated or even deserted villages, it seems that it has not been disturbed by military disasters.

However, now is not the time to think about these things, and monks and Taoists are going to drive ducks to the shelves right now.

The closer to the village, Juefafan asked through voice transmission with some uncertainty: "Senior, can you understand the law?"

It is of course easy for him to supersede demons and ghosts.

If you simply practice things, you can understand the six orifices through the seven orifices, but you can't understand anything.

The red-haired Taoist smiled: "You are a serious monk, how can you not do this."

"Amitabha. Zongmen teaches scriptures, exercises, and classics. The first refers to the Dao, and the second is the means to protect the Dao. They are all for longevity and long-term vision."

"The rest, such as looking at physiognomy, touching bones, geomantic omen, water and land rituals... are all small ways of wandering in the world of mortals, and they will not live forever." Juefa was honest, as if he didn't hear the joke in Tu Shanjun's words, and instead explained it seriously.

No matter how powerful a monk is, after all, his energy is limited, and it will be extremely time-consuming to study the Dao, so how can he care about other trails.

But Tu Shanjun is different, he has been around for a long time, borrowing the body of Zhupolong to wander in Huaifeng for half a year, he has also done a lot of rituals for others, and he is familiar with the process.

After giving Juefa a reassuring look, he opened the altar.

……

After a lot of work, the two finally sat safely in their seats.

After sitting down, Juefa recited the Buddha's name and looked at Lizheng in Xiangyang Village: "Xun Lizheng, this man doesn't look like a big shot, how could he be so extravagant?"

Xun Lizheng, who was sitting next to Juefa, sighed, and said helplessly: "Master, I don't know something. Three months ago, the town thing underground in the village...was dug up and taken away. I don't know how. Since then From then on the village began to die.

"Starting from the elderly and newborn children, 50 to [-] people have died."

"This is..."

The red-haired Taoist said indifferently: "The Feng Shui bureau is broken, and we will welcome the evil spirits. Of course, we will start with the elderly and children with weak resistance."

"Wait longer, even the thing in your ancestral hall will not be able to protect you."

Xun Li was shocked: "So serious?!"

"Who took away the treasures of your village?"

Xunye's expression was troubled, as if there was something unspeakable hidden.

He didn't say anything, neither monk nor Taoist questioned.

"Daozhang, master, you don't know something. If we want to survive in this world, we must worship the Lord of the Great Black Mountain, and the one who took away the underground town is the general of Longqing Mansion."

Juefa asked suspiciously: "The imperial court?"

"It's not the imperial court, but it's not an exaggeration to say that it is the imperial court. The lord of the Great Black Mountain is the emperor on the bright side, and the monsters and ghosts under him are divided into different territories. The demon king of Longqing Mansion is named Beidi Tiger."

When talking about tigers, Juefa couldn't help but look at the red-haired Taoist.

After knowing the name of the Taoist, and suddenly hearing the name of the tiger, of course he would look away.

Tu Shanjun smiled.

Although his surname is Tu Shan, he was also called a tiger before, so he never expected to hear such a familiar name today.

……

After the banquet, the monk and Taoist lived in an empty courtyard under the arrangement of Xun Lizheng.

Just when the moon and stars were thin, Tu Shanjun leaned on the stone bench and threw the sunspots on the chessboard.Jue Fa held the white piece in his hand, but he didn't drop it for a long time, but asked: "Senior, what are they collecting underground treasures for?"

Tu Shanjun said without thinking: "The town is a good container, and it does not leak."

"However, I am more curious about the thing in the ancestral hall of Shangyang Village. It is probably due to that thing that I can tell us so much today."

"The thing in the ancestral hall of Shangyang Village? What is it?"

"A ghost!"

(End of this chapter)