When I become a demon king, I want to change my department to the Taoist sect.

Chapter 3: People are % afraid of ghosts, and % of ghosts are afraid of people.

In his previous life, the entire Northern Territory was Tang Yuan's territory. During the thousands of years he was the leader of the Blood Sea Sect, even the Nine Nether Dao was suppressed to the point where he could not raise his head and could only shrink away from the mountain gate.

The ghosts were also frightened by the big words and did not dare to move for a while, but looking left and right, they saw that this little kid was a mortal with no power.

The noodle shop old man in front of him said with a cruel smile: "Young kid is not old, but your tone is not bad. I see you have been in my pot of thick soup, can you still be tough?"

Tang Yuan yawned boredly, "The first battle after coming back is to deal with you brats. It's really boring."

As he said this, he actually performed a fist move.

"This little kid actually wants to defeat us with fists and kicks!" The ghosts' smiles gradually became crazier, and each one of them laughed until their skin was torn, and their prototypes appeared one after another.

The hanged ghost, the starving ghost, the mother-and-child ghost, the drowned ghost, the eating-haired ghost...

The starving ghost in the noodle shop was still baring his teeth and claws. When he was gathering momentum, a shiny white fist had already passed through his chest. With a pinch and pull, he grabbed out the entire heart.

Black blood bursts out!

Then Tang Yuan's indifferent voice came, "You talk too much."

When the ghosts saw the starving ghost dying miserably, they were not afraid. Instead, they were aroused even more madly, and they all rushed towards Tang Yuan...

Tang Yuan's eyes were calm and steady, he punched out with his right fist, retracted his left fist to his chest, punched out with his left fist, and turned around to defend with his right fist.

He opened his bow left and right like this, and just punched out one punch after another. His simple fist smashed all the evil spirits in front of him.

Streams of black ghost blood sprayed everywhere in the air, intertwining into a strange picture, revealing a different kind of beauty.

The boxing technique, which is as simple as a crop handle, never returns without success. Every punch takes away the life of a hungry ghost.

Until all the ghosts were killed, and the miserable screams were accompanied by howls of fear...

They started to run away and begged for mercy...

But Tang Yuan turned a deaf ear and still just punched him.

Seeing that there was no way to survive, the ghosts began to curse and curse again.

Until all the sounds gradually disappeared, it became clear that not a single ghost was alive in the entire ghost city.

It turned out that the red water floating in the ditches on both sides of the market had turned black. Hundreds of ghost corpses were lying on the ground, but no whole corpse could be found. Either the head was smashed away, or the chest was opened. A big hole.

Looking at Tang Yuan again, he still looked the same as when he came in, with no trace of blood stained on him.

Most of his energy was used to cover his whole body...

As the ancestor of playing ghosts, Tang Yuan understands their structure better than these hungry ghosts, so that he can hit the vital points directly with every punch and kill them with every move.

"Sure enough, I am no longer a member of the devil's path." Tang Yuan, who was standing among the bloody corpses, smiled from the bottom of his heart. "If I were before, I would definitely not be so wasteful. I would have to skin ten or eight ghosts at least." Come."

"How about you refine two demons and do some odd jobs for me on weekdays?"

"No, no, no matter how comfortable and useful the devil is, I can't make the same mistake again."

Tang Yuan shook his head and shook this tempting thought out of his mind.

Although this trip has been contaminated with a lot of ghost energy and turbid energy, it is very harmful to the pure Tao foundation that has just been formed.

But Tang Yuan followed his true heart and cleared out the hungry ghost market that had been entrenched in this area and harmed countless people. He felt a sense of righteousness arising from his heart, and was bestowed with a trace of hidden merit.

Both of these belong to the pure spiritual energy, which is very beneficial to building the foundation for a hundred days, so it goes back and forth. The progress of the foundation construction has increased by two points, and in just two days, one-third of the foundation has been cast.

Looking at the mess all over the ground, Tang Yuan raised his energy and recited the "Rebirth Mantra". If people die too many times, they will breed all kinds of gloomy ghosts, not to mention these surly and resentful ghosts.

People become ghosts when they die, and ghosts die when they die. If we don't hurry up and save these ghosts, something terrible might appear.

After reciting the "Rebirth Mantra" three times, it not only purified the filth in this place and eliminated the traces of his own actions, but also sent the souls of some innocent pedestrians to hell for reincarnation.

A young couple bent down and saluted Tang Yuan, and a little girl ran over and pulled Tang Yuan's hand...

It wasn't until these souls dissipated one by one that Tang Yuan stretched and walked out of this ghost market.

The two of them were still chatting and laughing when they came in, but when they went out only Tang Yuan was left alone.

Tang Yuan let out a long sigh, "Did I just beat Brother Zhang to death?"

Under the moonlight, Tang Yuan's calves were flying very fast, and he was still running towards Nanyang Fucheng. After walking like this all night, we didn't arrive at a real market town until the sunrise the next day.

After walking for a day and night, and killing hundreds of ghosts along the way, Tang Yuan also felt a little tired.

After eating four large bowls of real noodle soup, I lay on the bed and fell asleep.

When polishing and building the foundation, the essence of the body is still ordinary, so practicing day and night will damage the foundation. Sleeping when you are sleepy is the only way to adapt to the weather.

This sleep lasted for seven hours, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already evening again.

After a good night's sleep, I felt refreshed, my body was smooth, and my Taoist foundation was a little firmer.

Really lying down is considered practice.

Tang Yuan went downstairs to look for food again, and ordered a large table of dishes by himself. He collected all the silver coins that Zhang Sheng had lost, plus the belongings left by some passers-by in the ghost market, making Tang Yuan a living. Freedom is more than enough.

Seeing the boss biting the money with a smile on his face, Tang Yuan couldn't bear to cover his eyes.

However, all the blood and resentment lingering on Yin Liang were washed away by Tang Yuan. Apart from being a little nauseated, even if he swallowed it, he would only die from gastrointestinal perforation, and there would be no weird consequences.

So Tang Yuan started to devour it with peace of mind.

At this time, the door of the inn was pushed open, and several people dressed in dusty clothes walked in.

"Boy, waiter, buy two jugs of good wine. If you have any delicious food, just go up and grab it." A big man in riding clothes with a sword across his waist shouted.

"Um... Sir, we have some wine, but as for the food..." the waiter looked confused.

"Although your store is small, your business is booming?" The big man was stunned for a moment, "Then what do you have left?"

"There is still a pound of soy sauce beef, half a pig's trotter, and no vegetables left in the store." The waiter counted on his fingers.

"You guys, this little dish is not enough for the five of us!" Another big man in fur said angrily.

This store has been open for many years and has some connections. Even the waiter was a little angry and choked back: "Not only the dishes, but also the rice is gone!"

The big man was about to punch, but was stopped by a girl wearing a veil next to him.

"Don't cause trouble."

When the big man heard this, he could only put down his fist angrily.

The woman looked around and saw Tang Yuan's table full of all kinds of food. She smiled sweetly and said, "I see that little brother ordered a lot, and I can't finish it even if I think about it. I'll buy some."

With that said, he stood up and walked towards Tang Yuan.

"Little brother, where are your adults? If you can't finish all the dishes you ordered, can you give us some?"

Tang Yuan didn't even raise his head, still eating happily, and said indifferently: "No!"

The woman was startled for a moment, "Are you being disliked?"

Ever since she was a child, due to her status as a woman and her good looks, she has never encountered such a situation when she took the initiative to talk.

She slowly lifted the veil, revealing a charming and bright smile, and said kindly: "It's a waste to eat more than you can finish. Why don't you share some with your sister?"

Tang Yuan slowly took a sip of water, flushing all the food in his mouth into his stomach, then raised his face and said in a sudden tone: "I said I won't give it."

The woman could only smile awkwardly and retreated to her seat.

But the big man sitting in the seat couldn't bear it anymore, and said with smoke in his eyes: "You kid, you can't eat so much, it's such a waste, what can you do if you give us some!"

Just as Tang Yuan was about to stab him with her chopsticks, the woman quickly got up and grabbed the big man, apologizing to Tang Yuan.

The big man had no choice but to apologize in a low voice reluctantly.

"Killing his whole family just because of a little quarrel doesn't seem to be in line with the righteous character." Tang Yuan thought of his current identity again, and then put down his chopsticks.

The big man, who didn't know that he had escaped, was still angry.

Tang Yuan was too lazy to look at these idiots any longer, so as not to commit a murderous act, he said, "Servant, bring the rest of the food to my room."

(End of this chapter)