Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

The swaying limbs, the quivering and stretching white fangs, these things twisted together in harmony with the beating and ritual music.

The three people dancing Nuo opera in the distance, at this moment, gave Li Huowang the feeling that they were no longer people, but trees.

After twisting a cup of tea, some kind of high-pitched singing came out from behind their wooden masks.

ㄨㄛˊㄕㄣˊㄑㄨㄍㄨ~~

This is a singing style that Li Huowang and others cannot understand. The tone rises and falls with the sound of the instruments, giving it a special charm.

Li Huowang and others did not understand, but the locals seemed to understand. They closed their eyes slightly, tapped their fingers on their legs, and hummed along with them.

ㄓㄨㄢ~ㄨㄓㄧㄡˇ!ㄙㄢㄗㄧㄨㄤˊ,~!ㄨˊㄦˊㄨㄟˊ,ㄧˋ!!ㄍㄨㄟˇㄩˊㄕㄧˋㄧˇㄙㄨㄟˋ...

After listening for a while and unable to discern a reason, Li Huowang stepped forward.

Regardless of whether he's weird or not, I'm not a dramatist anyway, so it has nothing to do with me.

But just after taking a few steps, Li Huowang saw Lu Zhuangyuan staying there without moving.

You're not busy, you go first, hum! I want to see what the show here is like.

Perhaps he was an enemy in the same profession, but it sounded like he was very hostile to those Nuo opera performers.

Dad, why don't we try another day? I'm not familiar with the people here. It's uneasy.

Lu Zhuangyuan's eyes suddenly widened and he raised his cigarette pole towards his eldest son.

Oh, you still care about your father? There are so many people coming and going on the street, what's wrong with you?

While they were noisy, Li Huowang had already led the others forward.

After walking for half a stick of incense, they finally got a guest room at an inn with the word wine hanging on the door.

In an old bedroom, Li Huowang put his things on the table and breathed a sigh of relief.

Two swords, Da Qian Lu, a slate book, and instruments of torture, all these things put together are quite heavy.

Picking up the teapot, pouring out a glass of water and taking a sip, Li Huowang's brows suddenly wrinkled.

Bai Lingmiao, who was arranging the quilt, saw this scene and walked over. What's wrong?

Try it, is there a strange smell in the water? Li Huowang handed over the tea in his hand.

Holding it in both hands and taking a sip, Bai Lingmiao nodded in surprise. It's true, it smells like earth.

I thought I was too sensitive, but it seems that's not the case. The water quality in Houshu is not good.

Li Huowang walked to the window and propped up the paper window with wooden strips to disperse the stale air in the room.

Wait until tomorrow, let everyone else go out and ask for news about Houshu. It's best to find a detailed map to avoid going astray.

Well, okay, it's up to you. Bai Lingmiao arranged the sheets and reached out to untie Li Huowang's Taoist robe.

When I was leading the horse, I just saw a well next to it. I'm going to do the laundry now that I have some time.

By the way, Senior Brother Li, I remember that there was a Taoist boy who died. His family seems to be in this town. Should we send his ashes there?

Li Huowang's heart moved, and then he remembered that he had indeed heard someone talk about this before.

Who keeps the ashes? I'll deliver them.

Now? It's so late, why don't you take a rest first and go back tomorrow.

In the end, Li Huowang carried the ashes, steamed buns and Yang child and walked out of the inn. He was too lazy to delay such a small matter.

The reason why he wanted to take Yang child was because he played well with the dead Taoist boy and he knew where that person lived.

Of course, he also had another tacit meaning, which was that he was afraid that Li Huowang would go crazy and no one would take care of him.

Li Huowang can't leave anyone around now. With him here, he can come back in time to notify others.

Yang child, holding the urn, told Li Huowang the story of the dead Taoist boy.

When we were in Qingfengguan, we all called her Mao Bragging, because she especially liked to brag, saying that her home was bigger than the entire Qingfengguan, and she also raised more than a hundred sheep.

He also said that he was the only girl in the family and her family loved her the most. His father would kill her as much mutton as she wanted.

Li Huowang glanced at the urn in his hand in surprise. Is this Taoist girl a girl?

Yes, Senior Brother Li, don't you remember?

Li Huowang shook his head. These Taoist boys basically had no place in his heart, and he didn't pay much attention to these diligent children.

Hey... you are a poor man too. He escaped from Qingfeng Temple and drowned. Li Huowang suddenly felt a pang of regret.

Don't you feel disgusted when these words come out of your mouth? What qualifications do you have to say this? Do you know how many people have been strangled to death by your own hands?

Hearing Jiang Yingzi's words, Li Huowang suddenly felt extremely irritated, Shut up!

These words frightened the child Yang beside him. He and others had seen Senior Brother Li talking to himself from time to time many times, but he was still not used to it.

Li Huowang, whose face became a little ugly, stopped talking and walked forward with his head buried in the ground.

Although Li Huowang tried his best to ignore these hallucinations, it was not an easy task.

They went further and further away, gradually heading towards the edge of this Gobi town.

The sky has become a lot darker, and there are fewer people on the road. Most people are in a hurry.

Just when Li Huowang was about to ask if Child Yang was here, a shout of joy rang out from behind.

Taoist priest! Taoist priest!! It's me!

Li Huowang subconsciously turned his head to look. When he saw someone calling, he was overjoyed.

That person was the old monk who stayed at Zhengde Temple before.

Compared with the clean appearance in the temple before, now he has become the same slovenly appearance.

Monk, why are you here? Aren't you staying at Zhengde Temple?

After hearing what I said, the monk couldn't help but complain. Don't mention it. In the temple, I was almost suffocated. I couldn't do good deeds without talking about them. They even asked me to recite Buddhist scriptures.

How could I bear this? Then I just came out and let it go. By the way, where are you going?

Go... give me something. Let's go together. When you came out of the temple, didn't the monk from Zhengde Temple make things difficult for you?

Why do they want to embarrass me? Not only did they not embarrass me, but they also gave me a lot of money. The monks are all good people, there are no bad people.

Ha. Li Huowang smiled, not bothering to argue.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign country made Li Huowang feel better. It was always so easy to get along with simple people. Li Huowang chatted with the monk very much.

Li Huowang deliberately brought up some things he had experienced in the past, and the other party was able to handle them.

Just when he was getting excited about talking, Child Yang's voice brought him back to his senses. Senior Brother Li... is here.