I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 981 Beggar

"So immediate?"

Tu Shanjun did not expect that a glimmer of life would emerge after the magic medicine took root.

Although vitality is still fragile, like a blade of grass that can be bent at any time.

But it is different from the rootless duckweed it once was.

Now the 'grass' has roots.

Deep roots!

The root system did not grow taller, but became several feet shorter. After a short while, it expanded from thirty feet to sixteen feet, which now matched well with the backyard of the Yama Temple.

It will not attract attention because of its overly prominent branches and leaves.

"The magic medicine is effective."

Tu Shanjun nodded in surprise.

Even though the old tree looked half-dead, it was very cooperative when it needed to cover up, and took the initiative to conceal its own divine light, as if it knew it shouldn't be too conspicuous.

If it weren't for the fact that it is a miracle drug, it would have already become a spirit.

How can the magical medicine be cultivated into a spirit?

Tu Shanjun didn't think any more and sent Shou He back. He then returned to the backyard of the King of Hell's Palace.

Even the magic medicine has to be guarded day and night by someone. Now there are so many outsiders coming to the forbidden land of God. If we fail to keep a close eye on it and let someone steal the magic medicine, there will be no way to make up for it no matter how much we regret it.

……

Wanning County.

An unknown medical clinic.

The old man holding the lamp suddenly raised his head.

His brows suddenly tightened.

Calculating for a long time did not help him feel more upset.

There are major restrictions in the forbidden land of the gods, and as the place where the gods fell, the secrets are even more obscure.

Every step taken comes at a heavy price.

But he still didn't stop. Just now, he felt an unusual movement for a moment, which forced him to take action. However, half of his body had been integrated into the big restriction, and he didn't notice anything abnormal.

No.

It's not that there are no exceptions.

He couldn't find what was wrong.

"Could it be that a demon broke in?"

The old man whispered softly.

"Since there is no unusual movement in the world, then the only place that should have unusual movement is the capital."

The old man did not miss any place. He did not think that peace would be guaranteed just by sitting here. Someone might take advantage of the darkness to do something in the capital.

Twisting room.

The spiritual consciousness flew high into the sky.

The entire capital city came into view, and the old man noticed the unusualness of Xishan at a glance.

No one knows when an unknown formation embedded in the earth and sky appeared in the West Mountain.

This formation uses an unknown talisman to suppress the center of the formation and draw out the vast ocean of golden-red divine blood from underground.

"Whose handwriting is this?"

The old man wanted to watch more, but he had basically reached his limit.

The more advanced the cultivators are, the greater the restrictions they will have on the forbidden land. Once they take action, the price they will pay is unimaginable.

"Which greedy doll?"

The old man frowned and waved his hand: "Forget it, we all bought the quota to come in. As long as it's not too much, I'm too lazy to say anything more on behalf of your sect."

Thinking of giving it a try in a few days.

Let that kid from an unknown family not be so unscrupulous.

I'll give him the rest these days.

If he kicks someone out without any reason, he will also be punished.

dong dong.

There was a sound of doors slamming.

The old man said in a clear voice: "It's time to close the store. If you want to get medicine, please come early tomorrow."

"Junior must come to get medicine."

"Oh?"

The old man did not look surprised. Those who were sensible would come to him and say hello. Those who were ignorant or didn't know anything at all didn't have to come. The old man didn't care about these little things.

But since he had come to him, he naturally couldn't turn him away.

The young man in a white robe bowed.

He wears a white crown and a white robe, and looks elegant and handsome.

The man was carrying a sword case on his back, and had an extraordinary temperament, like a person in a painting walking down the mountain.

"Taijing."

"I've met senior."

The elegant young man bowed.

"Have a heart."

The old man sighed. Although he didn't care about the rudeness of the youngsters, polite youngsters always made people feel comfortable. He couldn't help but ask with concern: "You came here alone? The forbidden land of the gods is not ordinary. Although the opportunities are great, they don't improve cultivators like you much."

"Bring my junior sister out to see it for herself."

"That's the one?"

The old man's eyes lit up: "Not bad, not bad, good things have come out of adversity, a good seedling has emerged!"

According to legend, the kid is the reincarnation of a sword star in the sky, and is recognized by the sect's divine sword. As long as he is trained well, he will definitely become a master of the great way. I didn't expect that he would have such a blessing after experiencing civil strife. After all, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and he can still survive with his foundation.

"So I, the junior, shamelessly come to ask for advice."

"Hey."

"How can this be considered shameless? Our two families are related, how can I, as your uncle, ignore it?"

The old man waved his hand slightly, indicating that Tai Jing didn't need to be so reserved.

Tai Jing smiled and said that they were of the same blood, but he didn't know how many years ago they were relatives, whether it was ancient times or long ago.

By now, the relationship of closeness and distance has long changed. In addition, the sect has declined and even our own lineage seems to be in decline. How can we get any face from our predecessors?

But he still came shamelessly.

I didn't bring my junior sister with me because I didn't want her to see me in such an embarrassing situation of asking for help.

Considering the friendship they had received from the ancient times, the old man did give a lot of pointers. Tai Jing bowed and left a palm-sized bag before taking his leave.

After Tai Jing left, the disciple who served tea lowered his voice and said, "Master, why do you have to instruct him? My Shangqing is not something that a poor man like him can reach."

The old man glanced at his disciple and said calmly, "How can you judge a person by his appearance? Even if they are declining, they are still the founder's lineage. Their luck is really low. We can only blame them for not following the right path and mixing in 'spells'. But that... ancestor is not someone you can easily mess with."

In fact, the elderly also know.

Unlike other cultivators, the ancestor who has reached that stage does not care about the rise and fall of these branch sects.

"Disciple knows his mistake." The disciple who served the tea lowered his head hurriedly, but there was still indifference in his eyes.

This is his innate pride as a Shangqing.

"Close the shop."

The old man got up and walked to the backyard.

The elegant young man carrying a sword left the clinic and walked on the long street. There were no common people walking on the street, only the flickering candlelight of the night watchman and the depressed officials on night patrol.

He was about to return to Yin's Mansion when he suddenly saw a staggering beggar walking out of the alley. The ragged beggar raised his eyes like a vicious wolf.

The eyes flashed with golden light, but upon closer inspection, only a faint green light was seen.

Only then should the eyes have the look that a human being should have.

Tai Jing stood still.

He bowed and asked, "Where are you from, fellow Taoist?"

The beggar ignored everyone and held onto the wall, walking out of the alley step by step. He did not stop when passing Taijing.

move on.

He looks like he is about to leave the county.

Sure enough, after passing Taijing, the beggar walked out through the city gate.

Taijing looked back.

I saw the beggar going towards the west mountain.

"Strange beggar." Tai Jing shook his head slightly.

His trip to find opportunities is a small matter, but protecting his junior sister is a big matter.

Even if the other party is a strange person, it is not easy to test him. If he falls into the other party's trap and lets the thief succeed, he will not be able to give an explanation to the sect even if he kneels and dies in front of the sect.

Anyway, this is the forbidden land of God, and there are many strange people and things.

Not to mention the forbidden land, it's the same outside. There are so many strange things that he can't handle them all.

No longer did I try to figure out whether the strange direction was East Mountain or West Mountain.

The beggar walked out of Wanning County and headed straight for the West Mountain. He looked frail, his face pale, and his clothes barely covered his body, but his steps were unusually steady and firm.

He walked so fast that even ordinary warriors could not match him.

It was as if he was not walking, but floating.

A lonely ghost floating far away.

The young man on the official carriage noticed this "wild ghost" and looked at his female companion in surprise: "He walked so fast."

The woman said cautiously, "Brother, don't take it lightly. We are great cultivators outside the realm. Our protective qi is unbreakable, but under the suppression of the divine prohibition, our magic power will dissipate as soon as it is activated. If we only rely on our physical strength, we may not be as good as those warriors. We still have to be careful, careful, and careful again."

"Don't worry, Junior Sister. He's just a beggar who walks fast."

"Beggars should stay out of the way."

The man grunted coldly, raised his sword and was about to grab the other person.

However, the beggar seemed like a real ghost and just walked past.

"Want to leave?!"

The beggar coughed violently.

Boom.

The carriage exploded.

The dusty man was about to stand up and look for the beggar who had disappeared long ago: "How dare you smash my carriage, you thief!"

"Don't let me catch you."

……

early morning.

  Boom!

There was a dull knock on the door.

Zhao San went to the door and asked angrily, "Who is it?"

The person outside didn't answer and kept banging on the door.

Bang bang bang.

"Damn it, do you know whose door this is?" Zhao San got angry and shouted angrily, and opened the door. He saw the beggar at the door at a glance.

The beggar saw the door open and walked inside. Zhao San got angry and tried to stop him but was thrown to the ground by the beggar.

"you……"

Zhao San hurriedly shouted: "Someone is breaking into the building!"

As the loud shout came, the warriors from Qingyi Tower rushed over with weapons and surrounded the beggar.

Zhao Qingyi cupped his hands and said, "Brother, you are very powerful. If you have any troubles, just tell me, Zhao Qingyi will definitely not ignore it, but you shouldn't have entered the Yanjun Temple."

The beggar ignored him and walked inside.

"How brave!"

"Get him."

The Thirteen Guardians took action immediately.

In just a moment, all the Thirteen Guardians fell out.

Zhao Qingyi stared at the beggar in amazement. There seemed to be something wrong with this man and he was not someone he could deal with. He quickly called out to Shou He and the old immortal.

He felt that this person was most likely a foreigner. If he was a local hero, he would definitely know him. Moreover, this person did not have any blood smoke or blood surging from the sea.

While he was calling for help, the beggar had already walked into the Hall of Yama.

stop.

"Daoyou, have you come to the wrong place?"

An ethereal but somewhat hoarse voice sounded at the door.

The beggar finally took action and turned to look at the person who came.

"Who is Taoist friend?"

The beggar pointed to the clay sculpture of the temple in front of him without answering.

Tu Shanjun narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Daoyou, do you mean that you are him?"

The beggar nodded.

He weakly squeezed out a word: "Hungry!"

He walked towards the altar without any hesitation, grabbed the pig's head and started to eat it.

After taking a sip, the face of Lord Yama, which was originally covered by the clear air, suddenly changed.

Tu Shanjun looked at the clay sculpture in surprise.

This clay statue is somewhat similar to a beggar.

Tushan Jun was furious: "How dare you steal my throne!"

The beggar paused.

Look at the furious Red-haired Ghost Saint.

He said hoarsely, "You stole my throne."