Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 156

Huangshi County Town God's Temple, Yin Division.

Judge Wen closed the book of life and death, and said to Ye You Shen, "You personally take ten ghost messengers to the Huangshi County beggar gang's resident!"

"Judge Wen, didn't the three ghost messengers just come back, did another child die?"

"It's not children. This time, it's members of the Huangshi County Beggars' Gang. Their names on the book of life and death are haunted by black air. They will surely be murdered tonight."

……

In the dark night, a beggar gang leader led a group of disciples to dig a hole, suddenly put down his hoe, drew out his saber and shouted, "Who, who is there, get out of here."

He walked out of the darkness in white clothes, followed by a woman holding a sword, who chanted poems as she walked.

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple. Peach Blossom Immortals plant peach trees, and pick peach blossoms to sell wine money."

"Sell your mother and die for me!"

The steel knife cut through the air, and the head of the Beggar Clan looked around in confusion.

where is this?
Peach Grove?
Although there are peach trees, there are obviously more peach trees here, and the peach blossoms are also in full bloom. There is a yard not far away.

Peach Blossom Temple?
"Master He? This, where is this place!"

Beggar gang disciples appeared one after another, all of them looked dazed. Seeing He Yong, it was like seeing the backbone swarming over.

He Yong looked around and said solemnly, "Everyone, be careful, we may have fallen into the Jianghu illusion."

"Come together, don't separate."

"Xiao Gang, take a few brothers to the Peach Blossom Temple ahead."

"Yes, Hall Master."

……

Seeing all the disciples of the beggar gang who were standing still and staring blankly, Hua Qianqian wondered, "Young master, what's wrong with them?"

"They were all asleep."

Yan Ping pushed aside the steel knife in front of him, and kicked the head of the Beggar Clan who was holding the knife and chopping.

With a hook of his toes, the leader of the Beggar Clan flew up and fell into the hole he had dug himself.

One, two, three... All the Beggar Clan disciples who were digging pits were kicked into the pits they had dug themselves by Yan Ping.

With a wave of Yan Ping's sleeve, the peach saplings flew up and plunged into the soil.

Yan Ping picked up the hoe and turned the soil to bury the hole.

Once the soil is buried, the peach blossoms will surely bloom beautifully in the coming year.

"Pingting, why are you standing still, come quickly and help your husband plant peach trees."

"Oh."

"Yeyou Shenjun, is the young man in white down here a cultivator? He just recited a poem, and all the disciples of the beggar gang lost their souls? That's too exaggerated."

A ghost messenger floated in the air, relieved and curious.

Ye Youshen looked solemn, "A cultivator? It doesn't look like a cultivator. I hope it's not a cultivator."

"People in the yang world are in charge of the affairs of the yang world, and evil cultivators are not necessarily bad people!"

"The definition of good and evil is too vague. There is no absolute justice or absolute evil in this world."

"Yes, some people are well-dressed, but they are actually beasts, and some people are ugly, but they are actually chivalrous."

"To be a hero in life, to be a ghost in death. Why don't the ghosts in the sky come down and plant peach trees together."

Yan Ping raised his head and invited with a smile.

"The young man in white saw us!"

"To be a hero in life, to be a hero in death. Such a domineering and sloppy poem is definitely not something that a treacherous person can write. This young man in white is definitely not a treacherous person, he must be a hidden cultivator."

"Gui Xiong, oh, this young man in white is really handsome and can talk, how can he deserve the name of this ghost hero!" A female ghost guard was shy, covering her face with a look of foolishness.

"This man has a brilliant literary talent, and he has a romantic demeanor. I don't think he is a treacherous person. Let's go, let's go down!"

With a wave of Ye Youshen's sleeve, he brought a group of ghosts down the cloud and landed in front of Yan Ping.

"Ghost heroes, Yan Ping is polite."

Yan Ping cupped his hands slightly.

Following Yan Ping's bow, a powerful aura descended on ghosts and gods such as Yeyoushen.

Many ghosts and supernatural powers are low, but they just feel a little uncomfortable.Yifu Yeyoushen is different. He is a ghost and god who is eligible to enjoy incense and sacrifices in the Town God's Temple.

So I feel more deeply about this sudden breath.

The breath is vast and strong.

Looking at the young man in white, Ye Youshen felt that what he was facing was not a mortal, but an ancient sage who came to this place across the long river of time.

This, this is...

The legendary saint candidate!

The young man in white in front of him is a candidate for a saint! ! !

Ye Youshen's mind was shaken, and he bowed involuntarily and said: "The little god has met Mr. Yan."

At the same time, at the Town God's Temple in Huangshi County, the statue of the God of Night Tour, which was enshrined beside the Lord Cheng Huang, shook violently without warning.

The scared Miao Zhu, who was on the night shift, beat the gongs and drums, and called all the priests of the Chenghuang Temple to discuss countermeasures.

The city god of Huangshi County, civil and military judges, day tour gods and other ghosts and gods were also awakened, one by one stepped down from the statue, looking at the night tour god statue shaking violently, at a loss.

It is the first time for the statue to shake so violently that the Town God's Temple in Huangshi County has been built for more than 500 years.

After all, it was the City God of a Mansion, and the City God quickly calmed down and asked, "Who can tell me, where did Ye Youshen go?"

Judge Wen said, "Going back to the City God, looking through the book of life and death, I found that all the names of the beggar gang in Huangshi County, where the beggar gang is resident, are all surrounded by black air..."

"Let's go to the beggar gang's resident in the northern suburbs immediately."

The City God flew into the sky on a golden cloud, and the civil and military judges and other ghosts and gods hurriedly followed.

All the ghosts were dumbfounded.

Many ghosts: What's wrong with Ye Youshen.Although this Mr. Yan is handsome and has an extraordinary temperament, he is not to the point of asking a ghost to bow to him!
Pingting was stunned the whole time.

Stupidly staring at Yan Ping talking into the air.

Yan Ping withdrew his hands, which was naturally his intention to reveal his identity.The City God's Yin Division must investigate the soul-detaining murder for no reason. In order to avoid trouble, Yan Ping revealed his identity as a candidate for a saint.

Yan Ping put away the etiquette, and Ye Youshen finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the coercion of a candidate for a saint is only a trace, it is enough to shock the world.

Brush, brush, brush~!

There was a cloudy air in the air, and the scent of incense suddenly flourished.

Yan Ping raised his head, and a golden light came out of the air with more than 30 lesser golden lights.

The leading ghost and god wears an official hat with square wings, a scarlet robe, embroidered clouds and geese patches on the chest, and black boots on his feet. He has great power and extraordinary majesty.

The City God of Huangshi County, ranked fourth in official rank, in charge of the affairs of the underworld in 89 villages of seven towns in one county of Huangshi County.

"Chenghuang." Ye Youshen stepped forward and saluted.

Huangshi County City God Liu Songting glanced at the white-clothed man and the red palace-dressed woman below, and asked, "Yeyoushen, the statue in your temple suddenly cracked, what happened?"

"Well, this..."

Yeyou Shenyan turned around and said, "Master Chenghuang, let me introduce you. This is Yan Ping, Mr. Yan."

"Mr. Yan, this is our City God of Huangshi County, Liu Songting."

"These two are the civil judge Sun Bowen, and the military judge Zhuang Xun."

"This is the Sun Tourist God..."

The great gods of each department, General Ganliu, General Fan Xie, General Niu Ma, General Shackles and other famous ghosts and gods in Chenghuang Temple, all introduced them.

Yan Ping cupped his hands slightly, "Yan Ping has met the City God and all the great gods."

Ye Youshen stepped aside when Yan Ping cupped his hands.

Just when the gods were wondering.

Starting from the City God, one by one, they all sensed the coming of an incomparable breath, which made their hearts tremble.

This made their palpitations suddenly appear, filled with a sense of vastness and strength.

buzzing...

Miao Zhu and the others who were discussing the countermeasures were shocked to find that all the worshiped gods were shaking violently, even the statues of the City God and the civil and military judges were also shaking.

"The statues are all shaking."

"What happened? Why didn't you get the instructions from the City God?"

"God, it's better not to have some accidents!"

Such a huge breath pressure.

This man in white is a candidate for a saint!

Yeyoushen called him Mr. Yan, and the statue of Yeyoushen suddenly shook without warning, and everything made sense.

Well you night wanderer.

When Mr. Yan cupped his hands, no wonder you stepped aside.

Black heart.

Liu Songting and the ghosts of the underworld all bowed in return: "The little god has seen Mr. Yan."

All the ghosts were dumbfounded.

First, Lord Yeyoushen.

Now the gods of the day, the gods of various divisions, the generals, even the city god, the civil and military judges, all bowed to the white-clothed man.

This Mr. Yan, no, who is this Mr. Yan?

Yan Ping put his hands away.

The pressure on the ghosts and gods in Huangshi County suddenly disappeared. Under the leadership of the city god Liu Songting, the ghosts and gods saluted Yan Ping again, "I have met you, sir."

Yan Ping invited: "Liu Chenghuang, and all of you, meeting is a fate, why not plant peach trees together."

Liu Songting looked around: "This..."

"My lord, we are just planting peach trees, so it shouldn't be considered meddling in the affairs of the world!"

"Yeah, we just planted peach trees, and it didn't touch human nature."

Liu Songting thought it was reasonable, bowed his head and said, "Ziyi is very honored to be able to plant trees with my husband."

"That's right, that's right, it's lucky to meet Mr. Taoyuan in the middle of the night, and it's a great blessing to be able to plant peach trees with him." Many ghosts and gods said excitedly.

Mr. Yan is a candidate for a saint. From now on, he will definitely set off a storm in the world, leave a strong mark, and become a legendary existence.

After the deeds of Mr. destroying the unrighteous gang late at night and planting trees in Taoyuan became known to the world, they participated in it, and they will surely become a member of the legend.

This matter can be bragged about in the future!
What, you said that ghosts and gods cannot have vanity?
Why can't there be!
Ghosts and gods are also human beings, they are acquired gods, so why can't they have a little vanity.

Liu Songting waited for the ghosts and gods to leave after planting the peach trees, and the Temple of the City God was already frantic.

The statue was shaken, and it was the first time in more than 500 years that the Chenghuang Temple in Huangshi County was built.Not one statue, but all the statues are shaking.

Miao Zhu and the others were really terrified.

Most of the ghost messengers left, taking the souls of He Yong and other beggar gang members with them.

The two remaining ghosts looked at Yan Ping curiously.

Although I don't know the identity of Mr. Yan, but even the Lord Chenghuang bows to him and respectfully calls him Mr. He must be a very important figure.

"My lord, the person talking to you...is really the City God and the civil and military judge?"

"Pingting, the world is big and full of surprises. You have to get used to it slowly."

Yan Ping put down his hoe, broke peach branches, built a peach bed, and carried the young corpses onto the peach bed.

The fire burns, accompanied by peach fragrance.

"Rebirth from the ashes, phoenix nirvana. Children, the world is difficult. I only hope that you will live a complete life safely in the next life."

In the Yin Division of Chenghuang Temple, the ghosts and gods such as Chenghuang who had just returned suddenly felt something, and looked up at the sky.

Pale golden light rain fell from the sky on those poor little ghosts with broken arms and legs.

The golden light rain entered the body, and the remnant body grew out.

The golden body of merit!

"Brother, look, my hands are golden, so pretty."

"My hand, my hand grew."

"My tongue, I can talk."

"City God, this is..."

"The merits and virtues of Saint Yan's candidate. Mr. Yan must have sent blessings to the little ghosts. The heavens and the earth felt the golden rain of merit. These little ghosts have a deep source of blessing!"

"These children don't need to be reincarnated after enjoying their Yinshou. They can be sent directly to Granny Meng and enter reincarnation!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came, and the key members of the Huangshi County Beggars' Gang, including the leader, were attracted by the flames, and bee chrysalis arrived.

Hu Tian waved his hand, the disciples of the Beggar Clan drew their sabers out of their sheaths, spread out, and surrounded Yan Ping and Pingting.

"Friend, you've crossed the line."

Hu Tian looked at Bai Yi coldly, and waved his hand.

"Cut it off for me."

The steel knife was sharp, and it slashed on Yan Ping's body, as if it had been chopped on a rock, and it shattered directly.

The force of the shock knocked all the disciples of the Beggars Clan into the air, and they vomited blood continuously.

Hu Tian's face darkened, and he stared at Yan Ping closely: "Boy, I can't see that you are still..."

boom--!
Hu Tian was hit by Yan Ping's head against a big peach tree ten meters away, and his head passed through the trunk and came out from the other side.The words in his mouth were swallowed with the impact.

Hu Tian kept vomiting blood, and was terrified in his heart.

Too fast, the speed of the man in white is too fast.

He couldn't see how the other party did it.

"Friend, friend, if you have something to say, please tell me. I have a bank for money, and the current silver is 50 taels. I can introduce you to the Lord of Luo County, Huangshi County. If you want a beauty, I can help you find the most beautiful one in Huangshi County." Girl, I just beg you to spare me the life of a dog."

Yan Pingdao: "Money is something outside of me, and power is like floating clouds to me. Beauty, do you think I use it to find beauty?"

"My friend, what are you asking for, chivalrous?"

Damn it, he couldn't have met a stunned young man who came from a famous family and went down the mountain to practice.

"I have nothing else to ask for. I will give you half an hour to call your brothers back. I will read a poem to you, and I will leave after reading."

Reading poetry?What kind of request is this!

Hu Tian was speechless, maybe he met a lunatic.

"Why are you still standing there, tell all the brothers outside to come back."

"Yes, helmsman."

"My friend, I can only let the brothers in the county come back in half an hour, and the brothers in the towns cannot be notified, please forgive me."

"It's okay, come as much as you can."

In less than half an hour, all the disciples of the Beggars' Clan in Huangshi County had arrived.

"Helmsman!"

"Boy, who are you, dare to offend our beggar gang, do you want to kill yourself?"

Yan Ping didn't speak, but slightly increased the hand holding Hu Tian's neck.

"Shut up for me and listen to the young master's poems."

Hu Tian yelled in fright.

Yan Ping retracted his hands, pointed his toes, floated up the peach tree, and stood on an extended branch.

Looking at the peach blossoms in the garden, looking at the bones under the peach trees, he recited: "In Taohuawu, there is a peach blossom temple, and there are peach blossom immortals in the peach blossom temple. The peach blossom immortals plant peach trees, and pick peach blossoms to sell wine money."

"Good poetry, my son is a good poet."

"Why are you standing still, applaud Lao Tzu."

"Good poetry, appropriate to the occasion."

"A good poem chanted by the young master."

(End of this chapter)