Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 111 Wushe Town

In the past two days, Wushe Town has gained a lot of popularity, and many wealthy businessmen, beggars, and scholars from afar have come here.

They all have a common feature, that is, they are very old, and some of them are even dying, relying on some precious medicinal materials to barely hold their breath.

The resentment in the town was blown away by this popularity, and it dissipated a bit. During the day, the main road was extremely lively, and black and white cloth was hung on both sides, with skull patterns carved on it.

On the main road, there are peddlers, passers-by, coolies carrying burdens, and rich merchants who set up tents beside the road. Because they arrived late, the inn was already full, and even the firewood house was reserved.

Xuanzang was looking down from the small window on the second floor at this time, when suddenly a group of masked people in black and white costumes came, the lively atmosphere on the main road stopped instantly, and passers-by started whispering.

"Look, the members of the Longevity Sect are probably here to prepare for the Soul Festival. I really envy them! They can live forever..."

"Ahem, my body is getting worse day by day, I don't know if I can join the Longevity Sect this time, alas..."

"The more you face life and death, the more you can feel the horror brought by death. I just hope that this year's guardians of the Longevity Sect will take a fancy to us pious people!"

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At this time, a few wealthy businessmen wearing black and white patterned clothes walked out of the small town. They stepped forward to chat with the Longevity believer, with smiles on their faces, and ordered their servants to drive dozens of people out of their compound. It was a large carriage, and the compartment of the carriage was wrapped in a layer of black cloth, so that people could not see clearly what was inside.

"Master Messenger, this time my Ma family has prepared [-] offerings for the leader. I hope you can say a few words of kindness, so that the next body of this old man will be settled!" A black-faced old man stood at the leading masked Before the interviewer whispered, he secretly stuffed a big cloth bag into the leader's hand.

The face of the black-faced old man has already produced many wrinkles, but the strange thing is that the fingers protruding from the sleeves are abnormally white and clean, the nails are neatly trimmed, and he wears a jade ring finger, which does not look like the old man's palm at all. .

The masked man called the messenger weighed the bag in his hand and nodded.

"go!"

His voice was hoarse and crisp, and he didn't continue to chat with the old man of the Ma family at all.

The hundreds of masked believers behind them were divided into dozens of teams, each got into a carriage, and then a group of convoys headed towards a building complex outside Wushe Town.

"Ccrunch! Crunch!"

The wheels of the carriage turned, and there was the sound of liquid shaking in the carriage.

"Tick, tick..."

The black liquid oozed from the cracks in the carriage, condensed into droplets, and slid down the wheels, leaving two black rut marks on the ground.

The stench emanated from above, and the people who were watching on the main road all retreated.

In the meantime, there were a few old men, with fanaticism in their eyes, rushing to the ruts and licking them regardless of the smell.

"Hey, another few lunatics who risked their lives!"

"It's okay if the Lord Protector sees the income sect, but if they don't see them, they will definitely die within seven days!"

"Last time, the lucky guy was recruited into the sect because he licked the rut marks of the Longevity Sect in front of the Lord Protector. These few people also want to follow suit. They are crazy, and they are gambling their lives!"

"I don't know what kind of offerings are being pulled in this carriage, but there is such a stench that someone dares to lick it, tsk tsk..."

"You don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk, and you will experience this feeling when your time is approaching. People, even if there is a glimmer of life, you still want to give it a go!"

"It's a pity, it seems that Lord Guardian is not in Wushe Town..."

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Xuanzang glanced at the carriage, a gleam of coldness flashed across his eyes, and his spiritual sense swept towards the sacred court of the Longevity Sect, where he could only see: black cloud-patterned pillars reaching the sky, green jade table rows in the middle; cattle and sheep as offerings, Incense smoke flutters up the purple smoke.The doormen were all wearing black robes, and the congregation came and went like ants, swarm after swarm.

Outside Wushe Town, carriages like this were transported from all directions, and they were so powerful that even the robbers who cut paths for a living did not dare to block the way.

On the day before the Ghost Festival, all these convoys gathered here, and the whole town was surrounded by a rancid smell, and the resentment also overwhelmed the popularity at this time. The people were shocked.

Some old men walked to the street spontaneously, looking straight in the direction of Shenting.

Sun Wukong twirled the stick between his fingers in boredom, and asked: "Master, are you staying here these few days just to get rid of that evil god?"

"That's right. Although this evil god can protect people's longevity, it has killed more innocent people. It is also a kind of evil magic. Look at what is in that carriage..." Xuanzang pointed to the said the carriage.

Sun Wukong took a look, and his face was a little ugly.

There are some large vats stuffed inside the carriage, and the large vats contain some human corpses, which have begun to rot, and some of them have even begun to swell and leak water.

There are strange lines painted on the outside of the big tank, which seem to have the effect of restraining the corpse.

Xiong Likui also took a look, only to think that this group of mortals was a bit cruel, and he didn't know what method they used to get so many corpses.

Sun Wukong looked in the direction of Shenting again, "Master, what you said is correct, but why can't the evil god be seen? When I scanned it with my spiritual sense, I only saw the leader of Lao Shizi. He is just a mortal who has been transformed by magic!"

"Master, I'm also waiting for that evil god to show up. When the time comes, he will be ashes away, so as not to let him harm mortals here!" Xuanzang said with a smile, his face was kind, but there was a terrifying murderous intent in his eyes.

Zhu Bajie's small eyes narrowed slightly, his heart was clear, and he said slowly: "Master, this evil god is probably taking the path of sacrifice and exchange, using believers to do bad things to support his own cultivation, and the scope of activities is not large, and the development The power is not enough to arouse the vigilance of the powerful people, so that they can develop steadily and not be removed by the demon-killing gods of the heavens. If my guess is correct, those corpses should have something to do with the exercises he practiced!"

While talking, a few old men dressed in Taoist robes came up from the second floor, with a faint aura exuding from their bodies.

Xuanzang looked back and saw their cultivation levels at a glance.

One true immortal, two heavenly immortals, and one junior in the realm of earth immortals.

They also chose a seat by the window, and the old Taoist in charge set up a soundproof barrier with a wave of his hands.

Just as he was about to speak, something in the old Taoist's arms suddenly trembled. He quickly took out a compass, but found that the pointer on it kept turning in circles.

"Not good, there is a big demon king around here!"

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