The picturesque city of Yuzhou, with two rivers passing through the city, the simple farming residence is like chess pieces on the Go board, landing on the mountains of Yuzhou City. There is a low small hill on the banks of the Jialing River, and dozens of families live in and out of the sun, living a stable life. Life is always not satisfactory. No one family has any bad things, so they believe in Buddhism and Taoism, worship God and pray to Buddha. There is a small temple on the hill. There is a great immortal living in the temple. If they do not respect Buddha, they are erected by their own clay body and are incense from dozens of families.

Those who have a child who have been taught by the villagers always come to find Mo Daxian to do the trick. It is strange that after Mo Daxian casts the Dharma, the pilgrims can always achieve their wishes. Maybe Mo Daxian did not have any effort in the middle, and everything was the fate of the pilgrims, but Mo Daxian always gave the pilgrims a psychological comfort, right? So, Mo Daxian's reputation became more and more famous. Mo Daxian did not do all good things. After all, it was not a good hall. In addition to the villagers who had to offer three animals during festivals, they also offered a pair of boys and girls to Mo Daxian every year.

It was originally a fool, so how could one use his own flesh to worship others? But someone was possessed by the devil. Before he could worship, someone tied up the boys and girls in the village to a small temple. At first, there were people who cried and lost their children. Later, maybe they thought that they could not only suffer losses, so they joined the ranks of kidnapping. In short, every year, a pair of boys and girls in this small temple will disappear without a trace. Mo Daxian never forces anyone to force anyone.

, but there were always people coming to the door. He once told his friends who came to visit how compassionate he was. Later, the villagers were a little prepared and could not get together, so they went to other places to kidnap children. The families who lost the children also reported to the officials. Some governments found out that this place was all beaten away by local villagers, and the matter was left unresolved. The small temple was spread more and more magical in the market. The pilgrims who often came to seek immortals regarded this place as an inviolable holy place.

But now this small temple of Mo Daxian is full of holes and devastated, with traces of sword energy sweeping everywhere. The stones fell down were the broken walls left behind. In the middle of the courtyard of the small temple, which was gently caressed by the millions of sword energy emitted by Hengfeng's sword, five young men and women surrounded Mo Daxian. Everyone had a fierce face and was very ferocious. Next to it was a corpse passing through the chest with sharp claws. The one standing outside the circle seemed to be the initiator of this matter. His eyes were red at Mo Daxian in the middle of the circle, and the eyes revealed clearly was an irreconcilable hatred. Five-colored divine thunder fell from the sky, which was a miracle.

Mo Daxian only stared at the five-colored divine thunder that was falling rapidly and murmured, "Five Elements Thunder and Lightning" and was struck directly. He fell to the ground without even making a shrill cry. A burst of smoke dissipated. Looking at Mo Daxian, he was already dying, his skin was turned into charcoal, and a smell of meat spread out. Mo Daxian lay on the ground, and had a lot of breath and less breathing. The young man outside the encirclement walked to Mo Daxian, and took a long sword to cut off the head that had been deformed by electricity. Mo Daxian opened his mouth, coughed twice as if he was looking back, saying, "Wait, is there a person named Yun Zangfeng among you?"

The young man holding the knife slowed down and said, "I am, what do you have to say?" Mo Daxian wanted to raise his finger and cut into two pieces of thin blades, but he couldn't use any strength. He could only tilt his head in that direction: "Before the boy from Shushan died, let me tell you to help him bring the sword back to Shushan. Young man, you are lucky. If it weren't for the boy taking great risks and using his karma to force me seriously, the five elements thunder and lightning that you used a crude method to attract was not enough to kill me." Yun Zangfeng nodded, put down the knife, and said to Mo Daxian: "You are right, you are lucky too. The formation that these friends surrounded you to attract thunder was called the Five Thunder Prison Formation, which was created by a master. According to himself, he used five top-quality magic weapons to set this formation down and summoned the Five

A thunder dragon, even a ninth-grade monster, was strangled and destroyed. I only have the ability of his hair as big as a hair, and I can barely call the Five Elements Thunder and Lightning with the help of my friends. You will not suffer any loss when you die in this formation. I didn’t like to kill people at first, even if you are a monster, you have the right to survive. However, Brother Heng died in front of me, and I can’t let him suffer any loss. So, I’m sorry.” Mo Daxian laughed, it was so ugly. After being electrocuted, his throat was like a broken bellows and exposed the wind. He said, “That kid has a friend like you, which is his blessing. Yun Zangfeng, right, you are very good.” Yun Zangfeng raised his knife again and said thank you. The knife fell to his head, and the sweet blood of his enemies squirted all over the floor.

The lights went out, and the past was also written off. Yun Zangfeng still understood the truth. He knelt on one knee and clasped his fists and said to Mo Daxian's corpse: "It is natural to kill someone, and I, Yun Zangfeng, have no guilt in my heart. The dead are the greatest, and this kneeling is to worship you, which is also a thank you to tell Brother Heng's last words. You know that in the spring, if you have any resentment and anger towards me, even if I come to me, I will continue. If not, I hope you will sooner.

Reincarnation and be a good person in the next life." As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Daxian's body turned into a burnt big mouse, but there were three claws on his chest, and a few golden hairs could be seen. Ouyang Hongxiu felt that Mo Daxian's demon body was very strange, and asked Long Ling, who was also a demon clan beside him, and said, "Sister Ling'er, which demon clan is this, looks so strange." Long Ling was still sighing at Mo Daxian's death,

For the demon clan, I couldn't help feeling sad about the death of the rabbit and fox, but I felt a little regretful about Hengfeng. Suddenly hearing Sister Ouyang's call, Long Ling came back to his senses and replied: "This is a golden rat. This clan is born with a sensitive sense of smell for treasures and is good at stealing. Some bloodlines are caught by the earth master who digs graves from mortals and leads the way in the tomb. However, those who are contaminated with yin energy all year round cannot live long. It is easy to transform into a golden rat. It often only takes one or two hundred years of cultivation. This one probably lived in the golden rat for a long time, but it's over." Yun Zangfeng saw that Long Ling was a little sad, so he changed the topic: "Okay, go find the stolen things. We will take Brother Heng and Xianhao to Shushan later. Since Brother Heng respects me, I cannot let his expectations down." So everyone searched separately.

When everyone found everything, Yun Zangfeng was just cremating Hengfeng and was collecting his ashes. This time, the road was long, the dangerous shoals and bad waters were numerous, and the Jianfeng cliffs were countless. It took several days to travel. In addition, the weather was too big, so it would be stinky before the Shushan Mountains could be cremated. Instead, it was more convenient to cremate the ashes and fine lines of Hengfeng and asked everyone, "What are your plans?" Chen Longxiang said, "Go back to the Tang Sect first. Shushan and Tang Sect are the righteous paths in Yizhou. If such a thing happened, the Tang Sect would send people to mourn the young hero Heng. Even if Brother Tang Ao didn't come, I would definitely come when I reported the situation." Perhaps because of Hengfeng's death, Chen Longxiang did not laugh as much as before and became much more serious.

The atmosphere was also a bit heavy. Yun Zangfeng looked at Quan Fugui and Pei Jinxiu again. Quan Fugui said, "Of course I... followed Miss Pei home to propose marriage." Quan Fugui wanted to say that he was wandering around, but he felt his waist was soft. He hurriedly changed his words. It seemed that this woman's tricks to deal with men were the same, and had nothing to do with her appearance. Before Yun Zangfeng looked over, Tu Miaomiao said first: "I didn't expect to succeed so easily, nor did I expect Young Master Heng to lose his life here. This scene that should have been very happy was exchanged for his life. Fatty Chen was right. As the leader of the new generation of Shushan, the Emei in Shushan is in harmony. Logically, I should call me a senior brother, and I have to report to the Master to pay my condolences."

Yun Zangfeng nodded and said, "I will take the copper coins sword back to Shushan, and there are other things from other sects in the world. I think it is more appropriate to return it to the sects of the sects. Please help Captain Pei to work hard on this trip." Seeing Pei Jinxiu nodding, Yun Zangfeng continued, "Then everyone, let's leave the city together and say goodbye." Everyone forced a smile and walked out of the temple gate.

When they came out, they saw dozens of villagers surrounded by the door. The young and strong were standing in front of the team with hoes, sickles, chisels and other objects. The elderly were standing behind the team. The farthest woman looked at the distance with her children, with fear and disgust in her eyes. Pei Jinxiu frowned, remembering that she had heard colleagues in Yuzhou City talk about some things in the village, and stepped forward and said, "My name is Pei Jinxiu, my name is Pei Jinxiu. I am a constable. I don't know why the army is mobilizing and surrounding here?" Seeing someone talking, the team made a gap and walked out from behind a sixty-year-old man, who was not hunched, his waist was not bent, his eyes were not dizzy, and his ears were not deaf, and he looked very energetic. The old man said, "Constable, Xiaomin wants to ask about it here.

What happened? A young man in the village just now saw the thunder in the sky, afraid that something might happen to Mo Daxian. This Mo Daxian helped us a lot, and we should report it to him." A clever young man rushed into the temple gate from one side, found nothing, only the corpse of a strange mouse. He came back to report it to the old man truthfully. The old man then asked, "Please tell me where Mo Daxian went." Tu Miaomiao was not updating, and couldn't hide his words, so he jumped out and said, "What Mo Daxian is just a rat that has become a spirit. But don't worry, that rat has been killed by us." The villagers were shocked when they heard this and started to talk in a low voice, as if they were blown up to a hornet's nest, making a buzzing sound.

The old man seemed to be very prestigious among the villagers, shouted quiet, and saw that everyone was quiet, then continued, "Little girl, don't be foolish. How could Mo Daxian be a monster? What's more, the great immortal has infinite magic power. How could you hurt him with a few young children?" Tu Miaomiao was a little anxious when he saw that he didn't believe it, "Why don't you believe in others? What I said is the truth." The old man shook his head and said without saying anything. Quan Fugui stepped forward to pull Tu Miaomiao and said to her, "Fairy Tu, don't get angry. Look at these people, I highly respect the rat. You make them believe that they have always respected. The Mo Daxian I worshipped was actually a mouse or a liar. This is probably harder than killing their lives. For example, let you believe Emei

The head master is actually a rat that becomes a spirit. Are you willing to believe it?" Tu Miaomiao understood a little, so he retreated, but he still said to Quan Fugui angrily: "Next time, for example, I will take your life." Quan Fugui nodded in the spirit of a good man not fighting with a woman and said, "Yes, yes, yes," and then turned to the villagers surrounding everyone, "Dear villagers, the Mo Daxian you mentioned is indeed a rat that becomes a spirit, and it was indeed killed by us. If you don't believe it, we can't prove it. Please let you go, we have to rush." ​​A young man among the villagers shouted: "No, you are the last person who appeared in the Mo Daxian Temple. If you don't give an explanation today, we won't let you go." The other villagers agreed, and those with the things in their hands pointed at everyone in front of them.

Pei Jinxiu said: "Dear fellow villagers, I heard from my colleagues in Yuzhou City talk about your village. This Mo Daxian is really a liar, and every year he asks you to offer boys and girls, don't you hold grudges in your heart?" Another young man said: "You fart, Mo Daxian is asking our children to serve the gods and give them a fairy fate. Only you blind constables, who can't stand others' goodness, always thinking about breaking our fairy fate." Pei Jinxiu glanced at Quan Fugui helplessly. The two looked at each other, and they both had no choice but to use these villagers. Yun Zangfeng stood up from behind to face

Pei Jinxiu said, "It doesn't work to reason with these fools, please see me." Then he said to the villagers surrounding them loudly, "I don't care what your problems are here, let me go. Today, a friend of mine died at the hands of you Mo Daxian. I am in a bad mood. Don't blame me for being ruthless. I don't mind being ruthless. I don't mind being red and happy." After saying that, the long sword was swung, and the strong wind blew, and the farm tools in the hands of several villagers nearby broke in response to the sound. Chen Longxiang also sneered and punched the stone wall, and made a sag the size of a millstone, and combined with the murderous aura left by the real murderous aura, it was like a slaughter.

People cherish their lives, not to mention that these villagers who have never seen blood have not let go of their own self-esteem, they always take a step back without any courage. This step is like a stone thrown into the water, splashing ripples, and the villagers who were originally surrounded make way. Yun Zangfeng sneered and took the lead in walking out.
Chapter completed!