After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

"This Immortal Lord looks really like a general who came here that year." The aunt on the side looked at Shen Yanqing sideways and suddenly sighed.

Shen Yanqing's expression suddenly turned cold when he heard this, and he said calmly, "You admitted your mistake."

He turned to look at Sang Mo, and when he saw the other person's wandering expression, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sourness in his heart.

He couldn't sit still anymore, so he turned his head away from Sang Mo and said, "I'm going to do some inspection."

Sang Mo came back to his senses and said, "I'll go with you."

"No, you sit down." After Shen Yanqing said that, he turned around and left with his sword.

In the ghostly and deserted place, Shen Yanqing was wearing a black gown and walking through the auspicious cloud sword.

The hem of his clothes was lifted up by the cold wind, and the white jade girdle was tightly clasped around his thin waist. He kneaded with his fingers and landed lightly on his toes beside a rugged mountain stream.

The woman in red who was sitting cross-legged on the boulder slowly turned her head. After seeing Shen Yanqing, she stood up happily and said, "General."

This person is none other than the ghostly lord who lost his soul not long ago.

Shen Yanqing had a gloomy look on his face, throwing his sleeves behind him, and his every move showed a noble and awe-inspiring kingly aura, which made people dare not look directly at him.

"Call me Your Majesty," he said coldly.

Lord Guixi quickly lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty."

Shen Yanqing said impatiently: "There will be no next time."

"She can use me as someone else's substitute, but you can't."

After hearing this, Lord Guixi lowered his head and said, "Here."

"How is your cultivation going?"

"I have devoured all the great demons and ghost cultivators in the barrier."

Shen Yanqing stretched out his hand and slapped her, causing Lord Ghost to take a few steps back and let out a ray of Yin Qi.

He glanced at Lord Ghostly with disdain in his eyes and said lightly: "It's not enough."

Lord Guixue hurriedly knelt down, "I will definitely strengthen my practice and I will not disappoint you."

Shen Yanqing swung his palm at her again and knocked her away.

The Ghost Lord hit the rock hard, and the Yin Qi immediately dissipated like mist blown by the wind.

Shen Yanqing hooked his fingers at her, and she quickly crawled to Shen Yanqing's feet and knelt down on her hands and feet.

"When you answer in the future, don't say 'I', remember to use 'slave'."

Lord Ghostly, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and replied respectfully: "I understand."

The resounding Buddhist sound coming from afar finally stopped.

Shen Yanqing's gloomy face looked a little better. He glanced at the village in the distance and left with his sword again.

At that time, Sang Mo and a few old ghosts talked about the famine that year.

When the villagers were scolding them harshly, an old man with a white beard stomped the ground with his crutch, and said with a pale face: "Are you ashamed to say this?"

Hearing this, Sang Mo turned his attention to the old man.

All the old ghosts on the side immediately rallied to attack, preparing to drive the white-bearded old man away.

The white-bearded old man picked up his crutch and was about to hit someone. Sang Mo quickly stopped him and said, "If you have something to say, please say it. Don't do it."

The old man spat, "I'm so ashamed of my ancestors. How can this be that the God of Agriculture didn't send blessings? It's because mortals are lazy and starved themselves to death!"

The old man talked about the beginning and end of the famine, "It starts from the first two years when there were no crops..."

"At that time, there was a severe drought in the world. The riverbeds dried up and the ground was bare for thousands of miles. Not to mention the crops, even the weeds all withered."

"Zelin, the god of agriculture, couldn't bear the people to starve to death, so he used his divine power to secretly send blessings."

The old man said and looked at Sang Mo, "Have you ever seen rice grow out of stones?"

Seeing the shock on Sang Mo's face, the old man smiled proudly, "I've seen it before, I've also seen people with white faces under the sky." "Such overwhelming wealth almost makes the people go crazy with joy."

"The drought was still there the next year, and the god of agriculture once again secretly sent blessings. Faces were as white as snow, and pearly rice was like rain."

"The people have been fed like this for two years."

"In the third year, the weather in the world was good, but people had already lost their farm tools. No one was farming, just waiting for the white flour to fall from the sky again."

"At that time, ordinary people were squandering, eating half and throwing away the other half, and even wiping their butts with pancakes."

"But that year, the God of Agriculture did not send blessings again, so people began to perform rituals to pray for blessings from the God of Agriculture again."

"The commotion was too big, and the other gods knew about the God of Agriculture secretly sending blessings."

"Zelin was stripped of his priesthood. That was also the year when a large number of mortals starved to death."

"Among them, the fault of the God of Agriculture was that he secretly sent blessings against the laws of heaven and made mortals develop inertia."

This was the first time Sang Mo heard this version of the reason why the God of Agriculture was demoted.

It no longer mattered whether it was true or false, and Sang Mo didn't want to pursue it anymore.

As long as Master Zongxin can be sent back to the upper realm of cultivation, nothing else matters.

The ghosts became more and more noisy, and Sang Mo had no choice but to retreat silently.

She lowered her head and squeezed out from the crowd of ghosts. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly hit a solid wall of flesh.

Sang Mo suddenly looked up and saw Shen Yanqing looking down at him with a gloomy face.

She smiled and held Shen Yanqing's hand, "Master, what's going on? Who made you unhappy again?"

Shen Yanqing was stunned for a moment, and the hand held by Sang Mo couldn't help but stiffen. He swallowed imperceptibly, and the gloom on his face immediately disappeared.

Seeing his relaxed expression, Sang Mo grabbed his hand and shook it flatteringly, "Okay, don't be unhappy. Let's go eat Babao Duck after we go out."

"Let's go." She said, pulling Shen Yanqing towards the exit.

Guan Nan has been waiting for a long time, and Nian Lan is also held tightly by him.

"Hmph! Do you have any sense of time anymore? You made us wait for so long!" Xiao Nianlan pouted angrily and turned away.

Guan Nan bowed his head and bowed to Buddha, "Amitabha, donor, don't listen to Nianlan's nonsense."

"It's no nonsense. We wasted the time ourselves."

After hearing this, Nian Lan raised her chin proudly and said, "Look! She admitted it herself."

After they walked out of the barrier, they came to the small town under Baisong Mountain.

It was the same inn, and the waiter recognized Shen Yanqing as soon as he entered.

The main reason is that he looks so recognizable and unforgettable.

"Hey, sir, please come inside." The waiter enthusiastically invited the four of them to sit down in the inner room.

"How many are going to be top-notch or staying in the hotel?"

Sang Mo put the money on the table and said, "Here are three guest rooms."

"Why are there three rooms?" Little clever Gui Nianlan immediately smelled the meaning of three rooms.

It was to have her share a house with one of the three of them.

Sang Mo tapped her forehead, "Otherwise, I'm afraid you, the little brat, will run away!"

Nian Lan brushed her bangs on her forehead irritably, "I won't run away!"

Sang Mo was extremely distrustful of her and was afraid that this little half-demon would eat her intestines if she wasn't paying attention.

"Tch, anyone who believes you is a fool." Sang Mo said, grabbing her back collar, taking the concierge number handed over by the waiter, and went upstairs.

Nian Lan struggled desperately, "Let me go! You bad woman!"