Dragon and Tiger Taoist

In the courtyard of Xianlai Inn, the wind lanterns swayed, dispersing the darkness. Even in this cold season, the water lilies in the yard were still in full bloom, adding to the charm under the moonlight.

Most immortal cultivators admire lotus flowers, and mortals are also affected by this. Therefore, Xianlai Inn specially found these water lilies that bloom all year round and decorated them in several other courtyards to cater to the preferences of guests.

In the study, Zhang Chunyi looked away from the lotus pond and looked at the file that Zhang Xu had just sent in his hand.

There is Laowang Village under the jurisdiction of Changhe County. There are dozens of families in the village and more than 500 people. Five days ago, a traveler wanted to go home, but found that he could not find Laowang Village.

The strange thing slowly spread, and eventually the county government was alerted. Later, after multiple investigations, it was determined that Laowang Village had encountered a demonic disaster.

The reason why outsiders cannot find Laowang Village is entirely because the surrounding area of ​​Laowang Village has been shrouded in witchcraft.

"Ghost hits the wall, ghost domain."

Looking at the answer given by the government at the end of the file, Zhang Chunyi narrowed his eyes slightly.

All kinds of monsters can become monsters, and ghosts are also one kind of monsters. However, the number of ghosts is actually not many, because most ghosts are born out of resentment. Only in places with extremely heavy Yin energy can ghost bodies be condensed, and in In other places, even if ghosts have begun to take shape, they will be wiped out by the Yang Qi between heaven and earth, so ghosts generally only appear in places such as deep mountain tombs.

Moreover, ghosts are born out of resentment and are more vicious than other monsters, so they are not favored by immortal cultivators.

Of course, because ghosts are of a special race and can eat souls, especially the clear souls of the human race, eating them can increase one's own cultivation, so some immortal cultivators who are greedy for shortcuts will risk refining ghosts as their own monsters, but there are too many It ended dismally, either being killed by other immortal cultivators, or being backlashed by their own ghosts. Except for a few evil forces, few immortal cultivators dared to try to refine ghosts.

"Laowang Village is not a place where yin energy gathers, but ghosts appear."

"And to be able to cover the entire Laowang Village with a ghost wall, his cultivation level must not be weak. He must have at least two to three hundred years of demon power."

"If it swallows up the entire Laowang Village, then its cultivation level may be one step closer, and it must be more than three hundred years."

"No wonder neither the government nor the Bai and You families are willing to solve this evil disaster."

Putting down the file, Zhang Chunyi was thoughtful.

In Changhe County, except for a few insignificant casual cultivators, there are four main ones that can really be considered as a force, Fuya, Baijia, Youjia and Changqingguan.

Although these four forces are not very powerful, the biggest difference between them and casual cultivators is that they all have a foundation that can be passed down from generation to generation. For example, the Songyan Mountain occupied by Changqing Temple is the greatest wealth.

In fact, the core figures of these four forces are not very strong. At most, they are similar to the Changqingzi in the past, and are not even as good as the Changqingzi. Only the Bai family is special. Its head, Bai Tianfeng, is A warrior was rumored to have perfected his strength. He had a record of killing a wild boar demon with a cultivation level of 300 years, and his frontal combat power was vaguely superior to several others.

However, because he is a warrior, his shortcomings are also obvious. Once he encounters some weird monsters, it is basically difficult to exert his due strength.

Under such circumstances, these families are naturally unwilling to deal with a ghost whose cultivation level is not weak. It does not mean that it cannot be dealt with, but that they are unwilling to take risks.

After all, they discovered it relatively late, so Laowang Village was naturally abandoned. They paid attention to either leaving the ghost after eating enough, or waiting for the county to send someone to deal with it.

"I just don't know whether this is a wandering wild ghost or an evil cultivator. The latter is unlikely. After all, this approach is too arrogant. If it was an evil cultivator, it should have retreated in time."

Zhang Chunyi already knew the thoughts of the county government and other forces. They obviously did not want to directly confront this ghost whose cultivation level was likely to be more than three hundred years. The reason why they issued the demon elimination order to Changqing Temple was not true. In order to get rid of the demon, but to let him retreat before the difficulties, and then divide the interests occupied by Changqing Temple.

"Hongyun's cultivation has exceeded the 200-year mark. It shouldn't be a problem to deal with a three-hundred-year-old ghost, but there's no need to worry. The specific situation requires further investigation, and Hongyun can just refine the 23-year-old ghost. It’s for the Demon Extraction Pill.”

The thoughts in his heart kept floating, and Zhang Chunyi made a decision.

Nothing happened all night until dawn, and in the early morning, I did morning exercises as usual.

Breathing and breathing Wuji, guiding the red clouds to move around the sky, and completing the practice of the "Food Wind Drinking Dew Jue", Zhang Chunyi opened his eyes.

After handing the Demon Extraction Pill to Hongyun for refining, Zhang Chunyi came to the main hall of Xianlai Inn instead of having breakfast in the room.

On the third floor, in the private room, all kinds of exquisite snacks were delivered. After taking a sip of tea, Zhang Chunyi turned his attention to the downstairs.

Although it was still early at this time, the Xianlai Inn was already crowded with people.

In the hall on the first floor, a storyteller with gray hair and a three-inch beard slowly walked onto the high platform.

Many people in the audience were sipping tea and cracking melon seeds, waiting eagerly.

Bang, the sound of the wake-up wood, the story begins.

"Speaking of last time, Mr. Lu Dashan went out with his wife and children to fulfill his vows. When he walked to the forest road, there was a sudden roar, and he saw hundreds of people moving. Hundreds of bandits poured out of the forest and surrounded Mr. Lu Dashan's family. He looked ferocious."

"Although Mr. Lu Dashan had several servants with excellent martial arts skills, they were ultimately unable to defeat the four-handed man with just two fists, and they were all killed or injured in a short time."

"Looking at such a scene, Mr. Lu Dashan looked up to the sky and sighed, lamenting his bad luck and the injustice of God. He had done good deeds throughout his life and had countless people alive, but he never expected to end up like this."

"Listening to the dirty words of those gangsters and looking at their ferocious faces, Lu Dashan's heart felt as cold as ice."

"However, Lu Dashan is also a man with a strong mind. At this critical moment, he picked up the blood-stained steel knife that fell on the ground."

"Seeing such a scene, the surrounding gangsters were stunned, but soon they burst into laughter. They laughed at Lu Dashan's overestimation of his abilities."

"Lu Dashan didn't care about this. He gritted his teeth and waved the steel knife in his hand, but the target was not the gangster, but his wife and children hiding behind him."

"It turns out that when the gangsters looked around, Lu Dashan knew that there was no hope of escape, but he did not want his wife and children to be humiliated, so he planned to hack his wife and children to death first, and then commit suicide, so as to leave an innocent body."

Having said this, the storyteller twirled his three-inch beard and let out a sigh.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, the audience was also talking about it.

"Oh, Lu Dashan is such a man."

"It's a pity. Good people shouldn't end up like this."

Although the story has not yet been finished, everyone has already foreseen a tragedy.

Seeing such a scene, storyteller Ding Quan's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Bang, the awakening wood sounded again, attracting everyone's attention back to the hall, and the unfinished story continued.

"Sooner than later, just when Lu Dashan was about to chop his wife and children to death, a strange wind suddenly blew, the shadows of the trees swayed, sand and rocks flew, and neither man nor horse could stand. The steel knife in Lu Dashan's hand also fell out of his hands. out."

"At the same time, a deep and powerful voice came quietly from a distance."

"A poor man passes through this place, but he sees no retribution for good or evil. God will not repay him, but I will repay him."

"When all the bandits heard this, they were furious. They looked around and saw a green-robed Taoist riding a horse. The horse was extraordinary, with green scales on its body, a single horn on its head, and smoke on its hooves. It looked like a real dragon-horse. , and the Taoist holds a fly whisk, sits on it, and looks like a god."

"Seeing this scene, everyone was horrified. Didn't they know that they had met an immortal?"

"Without hesitation, all the gangsters fled one after another. But at this moment, the wind blew and the rain fell, and frost filled the air. The gangsters froze in place."

"I could see frost growing on his body, but he was frozen to death on the spot."

"Escaped from death, with his wife and children, Lu Dashanren knelt in front of the Taoist and thanked the Taoist for saving his life. He opened his mouth and asked the Taoist to leave his name. Lu was willing to thank him with a hundred taels of gold."

"Hearing this, the Taoist laughed and shook his head and said, I am originally from the mountains. My surname is Ma and my name is Tu. Gold and silver are like dung to me. I took them unintentionally. I just hope that your original intention will not change and your kindness will remain the same."

"After the words fell, the Taoist drifted away."

The story ended, and the whole house applauded, but at this moment, a high-spirited man came from the door.

"Hey, it seems that this Taoist priest is really a fairy. My family likes it. I wonder if there are any other stories to tell?"

While shouting, a piece of silver stained with oil was thrown onto the stage by the big man.

Ding Quan didn't mind taking the money. He put it in his arms, smiled, and continued to tell the story. The protagonist of the story was still Taoist Master Ma.

In the private room on the third floor, Zhang Chunyi was thoughtful while eating snacks and listening to stories.

Happy New Year. I wish you all a new year, a new atmosphere, and the spirit of dragon and horse.