Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 63
Yangshi, Goulan, big stage!
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a phantom manifested, hazy and indistinct, and a distorted scene could be seen faintly. It was the dilapidated stage where the war was raging.

"The way is open!"

"Hold on!"

Daoist Zhang Zhou, who led the Baiyun audience in the audience to practice the method, his eyes lit up, and he immediately ordered everyone to stabilize the yin-yang passage.

immediately……

"call!"

The yin and yang pathway was just stabilized, and a person came out carrying the wind, half monk, half Taoist, dressed in neither civil nor martial arts, who was it not Fan Rui?

I saw Fan Rui rushing out of the underworld, throwing one person on the ground, sitting cross-legged without saying a word, adjusting his breath with luck.

Taoist Zhang Zhou, Monk Yun Zhen, and Meng Shi and others who were watching from the sidelines rushed to the stage to check the situation.

I saw Fan Rui sitting cross-legged on the ground, the breath in his body was fluctuating, his body was covered with a lot of dark blood, and the thick evil spirit was lingering and entangled. It was obvious that he had just experienced a big battle.

But the crowd didn't pay attention to these, they only looked at the person who was thrown on the ground by him, Su Wen who was in a coma and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Su Wen was lying on the ground, in a coma, and his body was also covered with blood and evil spirits. He seemed a bit more miserable than Fan Rui.

"Boy Su!"

"Ask brother!"

"Senior brother!"

A group of people rushed to Su Wen's side, Monk Zhang Zhou turned him over, and tore open the skirt of his clothes with both hands, only to see an undercurrent swimming in his chest, which gradually congealed under the skin like stasis.

"It's the evil spirit of the black general!"

Taoist Zhang Zhou's complexion sank, he took out a pill with a strong medicinal fragrance, and then asked someone to fetch a bowl of clear water and put the yellow talisman into it, turning it into a bowl of vermilion talisman water, and poured it into his mouth along with the elixir.

After pouring the pill and talisman water, traces of golden light flickered, dissipating most of the condensed Yin evil power, and the remaining part also slowly disappeared.

"Hmm~"

Su Wenyou woke up and opened his eyes, but without saying a word, he passed out again.

"This……"

Meng Shi and the others all looked at Taoist Zhang Zhou.

Taoist Zhang Zhou shook his head and said: "It's nothing serious, it's just that the mind is exhausted and exhausted. You can wake up after a short sleep, and then lie down for ten and a half days to nourish your vitality."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, exchanged eyes with Monk Yun Zhen, Qiqi turned his gaze to Fan Rui who was still meditating and adjusting his breath.

never mind?
No, on the contrary, something big happened!
Not to mention Taoist priest Zhang Zhou who is proficient in innate calculations and fortune-telling methods, even monk Yunzhen can see the problems in Su Wen's body.

His fate is gone!
Tiankui's destiny disappeared, and King Wen's luck also disappeared, leaving only a few traces of the power of humanity and virtue remaining.

what happened?
How could it be like this?

Although the two don't know what happened, they can make a rough guess.

That black general is so terrifying, how can Fan Rui be his opponent?
He had no choice but to push that heretical Bingjia God-invoking technique to its limit at any cost, consuming Su Wen's fate in exchange for combat power against the Black General.

In the end, although they managed to support the Yin-Yang Road, the two paid a huge price for it, especially Su Wen, the person who carried the spell, whose fate was almost exhausted, so that his fate disappeared and his luck dissipated .

This made Taoist priest Zhang Zhou and monk Yunzhen very angry, after all, Su Wen was their seed of cultivation.

But the anger is the anger, and the two also understand that there is no other choice in that situation. If they don't want to die, they can only risk their lives at all costs.

Therefore, they could not blame Su Wen, nor could they make things difficult for Fan Rui.

To blame can only be blamed on themselves, if they didn't have the intention to test and see how good Su Wen's fate is, Su Wen would not have been named on the stage, and this incident would not have happened tonight.

That’s right, the nomination of Su Wen’s appearance on the stage at Midnight was the result of tacit consent from Taoist Zhang Zhou and Monk Yunzhen. Otherwise, given the particularity of the Yulan Basin Festival and the Goulan Stage, how could Midnight, which is so crucial, be a storyteller? Not singing.

Now that things have become like this, it can be regarded as reaping the consequences.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Yunzhen sighed and asked, "Is there a remedy?"

Taoist Zhang Zhou turned his gaze back, looked at the unconscious Su and asked: "Fate has disappeared and luck has dissipated. How to remedy it depends on his future fortune. If fate can reappear, how long can we get back together?" Divide luck."

"a bit?"

Monk Yunzhen frowned and remained silent for a long time.

"call!"

At this time, Fan Rui also finished adjusting his breath, and there was no more scattered vitality.

Monk Yunzhen turned around, "Is fellow Taoist all right?"

"Fellow daoist cares, and being poor is no problem!"

Fan Rui stood up, bowed back to Monk Yunzhen, and then turned his attention to Su Wen: "It's just a pity for this little friend, it's all because of poor education."

Monk Yunzhen shook his head and said, "No one can predict unexpected events, fellow Taoists don't need to blame yourself!"

Taoist Zhang Zhou also said: "This is Zhang Zhou's fault, and it has nothing to do with fellow Taoists. It is already a meritorious deed that fellow Taoists can save people."

After finishing speaking, he took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to Fan Rui: "This is my Baiyun Temple's Nourishing Yuan Pill, which can help fellow Taoists restore their vitality, please accept it."

"In this way, the poor will be disrespectful!"

Fan Rui was not polite, took the elixir, looked at Su Wen again, and sighed: "I wanted to form a good relationship, and pass on a method of protection to my little friend, but it turned out to be a disaster for my little friend, and my fate disappeared. I am really ashamed." , I have no face to see others, you two, go to the poor!"

After finishing speaking, he bowed his hands to the two of them, turned around and left.

"Sometimes there must be in fate, there is no time in fate, don't force it, don't force it!"

"..."

Looking at Fan Rui who turned and walked away, Taoist Zhang Zhou and monk Yun Zhen were all silent.

Although Fan Ruixiu's art is heresy, but heresy is not heresy art.

Heretics are heretics, crooked ways are crooked ways, and there is an essential difference between the two. The orthodox ones can look down on heretics, but they can’t call heretics as crooked ways, and kill them as evil cultivators.

Therefore, the two of them had no intention of embarrassing Fan Rui.

Watching Fan Rui leave, looking back at Su Wen, Taoist Zhang Zhou sighed, and said to Yun Zhen: "You are seriously injured, go back to recuperate first, leave this kid to me to take care of."

Monk Yunzhen didn't argue with him any more, nodded and said, "Then I'll leave it to you!"

"Ok!"

Monk Yunzhen left with all the monks.

Taoist priest Zhang Zhou also turned around, and said to Meng Shi and the others who were uneasy: "The play has already been sung, and everyone who should leave, shopkeeper Meng, I will take this kid away for the time being. If you have anything to do, come to the Baiyun Hall in the east of the city." Find me."

"This... Daoist Zhang, ask my brother if he is all right?"

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll go to Baiyun Hall to grab some medicines for him, and then rest for a while to replenish his vitality."

"Okay then, Daoist Zhang, please."

"Well, it's all gone!"

(End of this chapter)