Immortal Immortal

The Taoist page has disappeared, but the Tao body has not yet been integrated, and the two magic weapons are also in the process of being promoted to high-grade.

Li Mo still closed his eyes and rested his mind, while the body-repairing wine nourished the Buddha's magic body.

He obtained twelve types of Tao body characteristics through the Taoist page, among which the Buddha's magic body gained the most. Not only did the skills become more perfect, but also the Dark Moon Sword Intent had a tendency to break through to the superior level.

Li Mo understood that Qingming Festival was approaching, but it would be a pity if he missed the opportunity to understand the meaning of the sword, so he distracted himself and continued practicing.

I don’t know when.

There was a continuous drizzle covering the town. Although the rain did not contain taboos, it made the sword cultivators nervous. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

Some rain has also accumulated on the Beili River, and the rushing stream can be heard in the restaurant.

All the heads of Sansheng roared: "Where is the new smoke during the Qingming Festival? No matter what, no matter what, I will try to go to Wumen and not worship my ancestors."

"It's weird, it's weird!!!"

Taoist Yezhuo woke up with a start, and Xiao Luotian's robe was soaked with sweat.

He subconsciously looked at Li Mo, who was still in meditation and didn't know whether to wake him up. His expression was full of helplessness.

"Senior brother, senior brother, didn't you say you would be out of seclusion before Qingming Festival?"

Taoist Yezhuo let out a long sigh. He first called Yang Niu to confirm the stability of the restaurant, and then began to strengthen the protection inside and outside the lobby.

Fortunately, after Sansheng's head screamed, the sword cultivator was not allowed to go to the outside world to suppress the trouble, and the Fire Spirit Hall fell into dead silence again.

"Damn it, I've never experienced any Qingming Festival as a mortal."

Taoist Yezhuo cursed.

The only good thing is that Li Mo's condition is stable and he doesn't seem to be possessed at all. He should be released at any time.

He looked out the window at the gloomy sky, as if there were countless ghosts and monsters in the darkness.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a sound of Taoist Bai Shuo hitting his head in the black coffin.

Taoist Yezhuo's scalp felt numb, and then Taoist Baishuo came out with an unfamiliar murmur, as if his throat had been sliced ​​with a knife.

"Three sticks of incense are burned on the streets of Wumen, and the soul returns."

The murmurs were full of resentment, mixed with the noise of Taoist Bai Shuo scratching the black coffin with his nails. The back of the cover was covered with blood stains from broken nails.

"Fuck you Bai Shuo, I won't burn incense for you. Come back when your soul comes back. Let's see how I...senior brother can save you."

Taoist Ye Zhuo just wanted to seal the black coffin with blood to hide the soul, but Taoist Bai Shuo had no reaction.

He did not act rashly and looked at the streets and alleys through the window. Due to the infusion of spiritual power, Xiao Luo Tian squirmed like a living creature.

Time passed, and Taoist Ye Zhuo didn't see anything strange happening.

"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival? Could it be that the cause of the Qingming Festival mentioned by the three elders is just that the Huoling Palace becomes damp and the river water accumulates..."

"etc?!!"

Taoist Ye Zhuo took a breath of cold air.

He suddenly realized that the humid air and flooding of the river were characteristics of the first level of Tongjian. Could it be that Huoling Palace was gradually falling into Tongjian.

"Damn, we're in big trouble."

Taoist Ye Zhuo only hopes that he is worrying too much, but this is indeed the case.

Candles were lit in scattered shops, paper money fell from the air for no apparent reason, and uncontrollable crying sounded in every corner.

On the bank of the Beili River away from Taoist Yezhuo, willow trees sprouted buds.

However, the buds were light red, and blood dripped down the branches that resembled human tendons, attracting swarms of flies to gather at the bottom of the tree.

Taoist Yezhuo was secretly sober, and they still had foresight.

Except for the Lutou God Temple, all other Qingming-related shops have been resolved, and there should be no major chaos in a short time.

He glanced at the Lutou God Temple and saw a burst of green smoke filling the walls.

"Senior brother said that the one enshrined in the temple is not the Lutou God, so it shouldn't be out of control."

Taoist Yezhuo couldn't help feeling nervous, and deliberately extinguished the lights in the restaurant, then silently waited for Li Mo to finish his practice.

He seems to know what it means to live like a year, and any movement is like a disaster.

Taoist Yezhuo watched helplessly as Huoling Palace descended to the first floor of Tongjian.

At first it was just paper money floating around.

But he soon discovered that the door of the coffin shop on Hexing Road next door was open, and there were sounds of sawing wood coming from inside.

"That coffin shop, Taishan Yan should have expelled the sword demon into the depths of Tongjian before. It is useless if we don't ban it completely."

Immediately, Taishan Yan hurriedly broke into the coffin shop.

There was silence for a long time, and the sound of sawing wood in the coffin shop turned into two.

After half a day passed, Taishan Yancai escaped from the coffin shop in a state of embarrassment. His body was missing a limb, and his foundation was almost damaged.

"Is that Xiao Yeyou who is in the coffin shop? Taishan Yan has no power to fight back?"

Taoist Yezhuo took a deep breath. He was hit hard at such a critical moment of Qingming Festival, and Taishan Yan probably couldn't survive it safely.

There is a consensus in Tongjian that one cannot easily use Dharmakaya outside the body.

The Dharma Body outside the body will turn the monk into a torch in the dark night, attracting the attention of countless sword ghosts, and even being pulled into the depths of the Bronze Mirror.

While Taoist Ye Zhuo was stunned, twelve pig-headed men walked out of the coffin shop.

The pig-headed men were in groups of six, carrying mahogany coffins on their shoulders. They walked stiffly on the street and kept throwing paper money.

Their necks are sewn together with needlework, and their huge pig heads look out of place.

"The pig-headed man...is here."

If Taoist Yezhuo read it correctly, the pig-headed man's coffin was made of old mahogany, with a three-layer cover. Although it was decorated with guqin, peaches, plums, orchids, chrysanthemums and bamboos, the words "Shoushan Fuhai" were not engraved on it.

"Also known as Four and a Half Yuan, it should contain Taishan Yan's hands and feet."

"I'm afraid Taishan Yan will be in big trouble. If I don't get my hands and feet back, who knows what the pig-headed man will use them for in the future?"

Taoist Ye Zhuo doesn't take any pleasure in others' misfortune.

The pig-headed people can carry the coffin to the outside world, which shows that the taboo in some shops is no longer limited to the courtyard, but has spread across towns.

"If you have the chance, you have to understand the taboos of the coffin shop, otherwise it will be like a thorn in your back."

A sword cultivator passed by in mid-air, but the pig-headed man did not attack. He just paraded the coffin repeatedly, which was creepy.

Beili Riverside was slightly better, while the rest of the neighborhoods were in varying degrees of chaos.

"I hope that after the Qingming Festival is over, the Fire Spirit Hall can return to the surface and stay on the first floor of the Bronze Mirror for a long time. Sooner or later..."

Before Taoist Ye Zhuo finished speaking, his expression suddenly turned into shock.

He noticed that the ground was sinking slightly. To be precise, the restaurant was gradually collapsing. There was no similar situation in other buildings.

Taoist Ye Zhuo cursed secretly and tied Li Mo's body with the blood-hiding soul.

It was too late to leave the restaurant, so he had no choice but to go up the stairs to the second floor, even though Li Mo warned him repeatedly.

"Why didn't I realize that the restaurant represents the five floors of the Sword Demon's activities? Now that the Fire Spirit Palace has fallen into the copper mirror, the restaurant should indeed be reduced by one floor accordingly."

"hiss."

As soon as Taoist Yezhuo stepped onto the stairs, a biting chill penetrated into his bones and organs.

There was an indescribable fear in his heart, so he took out the remaining rust grease and smeared it on himself and Li Mo without hesitation.

The wooden boards creaked, and the lobby on the ground floor was shrouded in deep darkness.

Taoist Yezhuo stepped forward bravely. After walking around a corner, warm candlelight dispelled the darkness and the chill disappeared.

He didn't feel safe. There were no candles on the second floor before.

Taoist Yezhuo looked back.

At the end of the passage that originally led to the ground floor, what came into view was a wall.

Immediately afterwards, Taoist Yezhuo heard a noise coming from the second floor that had replaced the ground floor. It seemed that guests were toasting and drinking.

Amid hysterical laughter, the guests talked about the rumors in the street.

"I don't know what happened to Chen's Tofu Factory. The taste is getting worse and worse. Could it be that the business that has been passed down for hundreds of years has ended in the hands of Old Chen?"

"Yeah, but Ma's braised food is really good."

"Come here, waiter. I'll give you some reward. Go buy a pig on the street corner and let it go to the water."

"Hello, sir."

"Avoid the noodle shop in Nancheng. Yesterday, Zhang Hong had a daughter-in-law who was eight months pregnant. She went crazy after going to the Lutou God Temple."

"What a troubled time."

"Who says otherwise? Captain Li hasn't fished for a few days, right? I heard that the boat disappeared and was stolen by water ghosts on the riverside."

………

Taoist Ye Zhuo felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and the stairs behind him disappeared little by little.

There was an immediate dilemma.

He had no choice but to slow down and lean down to look out the stairs.

The second floor of the restaurant should be the guest rooms, but now it is the lobby with the same decoration, with more than a dozen hanging ropes hanging from the ceiling.

What confused Taoist Yezhuo the most was that the crowds of people were all an illusion.

In the center of the lobby, an indescribable sword ghost lay.

The sword demon barely maintains its human form, with extremely long and narrow arms and legs. Its skin is covered with fine black hair, and the ends of the black hair are connected to densely packed human heads.

The noise comes from heads talking to each other.

Taoist Ye Zhuo was sweating on his forehead.

Taishan Yan couldn't escape Xiao Yeyou unscathed. If he was noticed by the restaurant sword ghost, he would definitely be dead.

But... the stairs will disappear sooner or later, unless the sword ghost takes the initiative to leave the lobby.

"Mr. Zhang, the storyteller, is here. How about telling a story about the Immortal of Luangchuan? I heard that the Immortal has traveled to great places."

The heads collided with each other, and a thin old man's head squeezed out from the inside.

"Ahem, cough, cough, talking about the Immortal Luanchuan, he is really kind-hearted. Twenty years ago, he traveled eight hundred miles and slaughtered three thousand bandits in Beiliang Mountain..."

Taoist Yezhuo was not in the mood to listen to books, so he used his limbs to hide behind the counter.

Click click click.

Taoist Bai Shuo in the black coffin opened his eyes again. Even if he was bound by the blood-hidden soul, he would inevitably make a sound due to Taoist Ye Zhuo's negligence.

Taoist Yezhuo's pupils shrank slightly, but the storytelling continued.

But the source is at the top of the head.

Luan Chuan was lying on the ceiling, his black hair extending towards Taoist Ye Zhuo.

"Fuck you, Bai Shuo."

Taoist Yezhuo was about to cry but had no tears. He rolled with both feet, threw out the black coffin to attract Luan Chuan's attention, and rushed towards the window.

Holding the gourd tightly in his right hand, he could release the banned sword ghost if he had no choice but to do so.

Luanchuan ignored the black coffin at all. The storyteller's tone changed, "Immortal Luanchuan noticed something was wrong as soon as he arrived at Beiliang Mountain. It turned out that there was an evil Taoist behind the bandits."

"The Immortal Luanchuan fought with the evil Taoist for three days and forced him into the warehouse of the stronghold."

Taoist Ye Zhuo was in a trance, and the lobby turned into a closed and dilapidated warehouse, with a large number of looted goods piled around it.

The windows were missing.

"Fight."

Taoist Yezhuo grabbed his natal flying sword, and just as he was about to take out the sword, he saw a cold light explode.

"sun."