Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

"Puffing out pure yang energy, is this going to evolve into a drought demon?" Ye Fan murmured, puzzled in his eyes.

Ye Fan knew that Daoist Cimei had really turned into a zombie, and it seemed that he was going to evolve into the rhythm of Hanba.

But he was very puzzled, why the kind eyebrow priest didn't notice it himself.

This situation is a bit like being possessed by a ghost, which makes Ye Fan can't help but think, is the kindly eyebrowed Taoist priest possessed by a zombie?

"It seems that the zombie possessed in Daoist Cimei's body has spiritual intelligence, and knows how to practice, and is extremely powerful!"

Ye Fan murmured softly, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Flying stiff!"

He has fought against Fei Zombie several times, and he is very familiar with the breath on his body.

After thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't raise his kind eyebrows for the time being.

It's not that he is merciful, he can't bear to hurt Cimei.

This is Fei Zang's last clue. If it is not Fei Zang's body that is lurking in the body of Daoist Cimei, if he is killed now, it will be even more difficult to find Fei Zang's pursuit.

"Hey, what are you going to do with Uncle Cimei?"

Right at this moment, a deep sigh came.

Without looking back, Ye Fan knew who the owner of the voice was.

"Cimei is dead, Uncle Ninth, please express your condolences!"

Ye Fan sighed, and looked at Cimei with complicated eyes through the crack of the door: "No wonder I always felt something was wrong before. It turns out that he died a long time ago, but he was infected by the evil spirit of the corpse, so his consciousness has not left the body."

"In addition, Taoist Master Cimei is originally a Taoist alchemy cultivator. Even if a monk with a celestial master's cultivation level dies, his body will still maintain a strong vitality in a short period of time, so he misled us and let Cimei not know that he is already dead. The fact of falling."

Chapter 648 Going home, feeling urgent!

Uncle Jiu listened quietly, nodding his head again and again, with a sad expression on his face.

Although he is not very familiar with Cimei, after all, Uncle Jiu was only an outer disciple of Daoist Qingfeng back then.

But now seeing that Taoist Master Cimei died, and at the same time a man in Maoshan, he naturally couldn't feel better.

The kind-browed priest has always been sitting in the sun, practicing quietly.

Today's Daoist with kind eyebrows is like a bait. Ye Fan and Uncle Jiu quietly observed the bait, waiting patiently for the big fish to take the bait.

The inn is very calm, but Qingquan County is undercurrents.

Because of the acquiescence of those true disciples, the homes of those rich and unkind people began to be robbed.

Loose cultivators were originally both righteous and evil. They didn’t have many cultivation resources in their hands. Almost all of them were poor, so naturally they would not let go of any mansion that hides gold and silver.

Therefore, the entire Qingquan County was ransacked last night, and today the casual cultivators are almost gone.

The news that Fei Zhan was alive was temporarily blocked, and only a few true disciples knew about it, and they had a tacit understanding and did not spread it.

At noon, when the sun was the most blazing, the kind-browed Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes.

Fei Zang's consciousness faded away quietly, and Ci Mei leisurely opened his eyes, and found himself sitting by the window with a dazed face: "Why am I sitting here?"

Shaking his head, feeling his body, he found that the aura hadn't changed in the slightest, and the faint corpse aura hadn't weakened at all.

This made Taoist Cimei have a bad premonition in his heart, but he still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

In Ye Fan's room.

Zhou Wen, Xiao Buyi, and Han Ruoyun stood side by side in front of Ye Fan, with embarrassment and shame on their faces.

"Mr. Ye." Han Ruoyun cleared his throat, and spoke first: "We are not afraid, nor do we want to take responsibility. It is really a call from the sect, and the teacher's order is hard to disobey..."

The three of them all came to bid farewell to Ye Fan. Just now, several of them received a letter from their own sect at the same time, and turned back immediately. There must be no mistakes, otherwise they will be severely punished.

"understand!"

Ye Fan blinked and thought for a while, but didn't say anything harsh.

Judging from last night's performance, even if they choose to stay, they can't help much.

To deal with Fei Zang, he had to rely on himself and Uncle Jiu.

"The teacher's life is like a mountain, everyone take care on the road, there will be a future."

Ye Fan got up, arched his hands and said.

"The green hills will not change, and the green water will flow forever. Mr. Ye cherishes it!" The three hurriedly returned their salutes, and then walked out of the room with their heads bowed.

"Why don't you go back to Longhu Mountain?"

Ye Fan looked at Zhang Daoyi who was sitting at the table, not treating himself as an outsider, drinking tea and having fun, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else you want from me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Daoyi blushed suddenly, rubbed his hands and said in embarrassment: "That...Mr. Ye, can you lend me some money?"

He does not practice alchemy, he does not have the ability to fly with a sword, and he must rent a carriage on the road. Buying horses naturally requires money.

But this time I came down the mountain in a hurry, and I went there in a hurry, not to mention the flying stiffness, which took a long time, so I cleaned it up long ago.

"Here, these are all for you."

Ye Fan shook his head and laughed, and threw a bag of oceans to Zhang Daoyi, which contained hundreds of oceans, enough for Zhang Daoyi to toss about.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye." As soon as Zhang Dao opened the bag and took a look, he thanked happily before leaving.