Liaozhai Great Sage

A scruffy Taoist came back from outside the city in the middle of the night. When he encountered this scene, he couldn't help being a little surprised: "Ghost generals lead troops out? Why are there so many evil soldiers in Guobei City? Where did these evil soldiers come from?" , You must know that there are not so many Yin soldiers under the command of the City God?"

Mu Taoist was suspicious, but he avoided this group of Yin soldiers, and only entered the city after they had left the city.

Such a large number of Yin soldiers are not found anywhere, not to mention that there are two ghost generals in front of this Yin soldier.

With such strength, the great powers that are not in the underworld cannot possess it.

"When the poor Taoist is not around, this nephew is probably doing something in the city." Taoist Mu secretly thought, and when he walked to the street, he found that although the street was deserted, there were no dead souls.

It is very unreasonable that so many people have died, but there are no innocent souls.

He had planned on the timing and wanted to come here to subdue the innocent souls and exchange for the peace of this place.

Now it seems that someone took away the evil spirits and ghosts here first.

There are only two people in the city who can do this, one is the city god, and the other is his nephew, the saint in the world.

Taoist Mu came to the Temple of the City God, ready to pay a visit to the City God, but when he walked into the Temple of the City God, he saw the collapsed statue of the City God and the smell of incense burning in the temple, his expression changed slightly.

City God is dead?

The god statues have collapsed, so how can the god not die.

"Oh, uncle, you're here? Where have you been these past few days, uncle? Why haven't you seen anyone?"

Li Xiuyuan saw Taoist Mu standing in front of the Town God's Temple, who was meditating in the temple, and immediately said.

"Nephew, you beheaded the City God?" Taoist Mu said with a strange expression on his face.

"Well, beheaded, this City God's mind is impure, and today's disaster was also caused by him. His inaction has indirectly harmed the people. Is it impossible to keep him to continue to enjoy the incense? If he is not beheaded, I will die. Not happy." Li Xiuyuan said.

Mu Taoist shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, Pindao doesn't say much, you Wujiang Dragon King is beheaded, and this city god is not bad. Pindao has not been idle these days, he is running around for you .”

"Running around for me? What's the answer, uncle?" Li Xiuyuan said.

Taoist Mu said: "A few days ago, after you beheaded the Dragon King of Wujiang, Pindao took the body of the Dragon King of Wujiang and made you a pair of armor and a pair of precious bows. It must be a gift from my uncle."

After speaking, he took out a pair of armor and a pair of precious bows from the ghost king's bag.

The whole body of the armor is pitch black, with patterns of dragon scales on it. It looks majestic and extraordinary.

The whole body of the bow is also pitch black, but the bowstring is golden, as if cast from gold, with a bit of mystery.

"So that's the case, but the matter of armor and bows and arrows is not in a hurry at this time. Why should my uncle refine weapons for me when disaster strikes?" Li Xiuyuan said: "There are still many things in the city that need my uncle's help."

Taoist Mu shook his head and smiled wryly: "Pindao doesn't have this time anymore. At noon three days later, Pindao will be struck by lightning and die. I came back to the city today to prepare a coffin in advance. By the way, my nephew, please come and help me." If you have time to build a tomb and erect a stele in the future, you can just pay homage to it. The poor Taoist has cultivated Taoism since he was a child, and has no descendants, so the memorial service can only trouble you."

"Master, why did you die when you were struck by lightning?" Li Xiuyuan immediately asked in surprise.

Mu Taoist sighed and said: "Naturally, the crime is too deep, so he was struck by lightning and died."

"Uncle Master is a cultivator, he doesn't commit killings, and he accumulates merits on weekdays. Why did he suddenly commit too much crime?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

"A little bit of greed makes mischief, and taking things that shouldn't be taken is a taboo."

Mu Taoist took out something from his bosom: "Master and nephew remember this thing."

It was a crudely sewn cloth bag.

"I know, this is the cloth bag worn by the red-haired ghost king. My uncle said that there is a universe in this cloth bag, which can hold a small mountain." Li Xiuyuan said.

Taoist Mu said: "Yes, there is a universe inside, it can hold a small mountain, if it can hold a small mountain, then it can hold ten thousand people, does nephew understand?"

Li Xiuyuan frowned immediately.

"Sure enough, things from saints are not easy to take. If you are poor, you have five disadvantages and three deficiencies. If you lack money, you are doomed to live a poor life. You have practiced Taoism for many years without a single magic weapon on you. That day, nephew and nephew, you carried the ghost king's cloth bag on your body. And he doesn't know how to use it, so he looks like a chicken rib, so he became a little selfish and wanted to borrow it, so he has a magic weapon in his body." Taoist Mu sighed helplessly again.

"How could I have imagined that such a disaster would happen in the future. Afterwards, the poor Taoist would find out that he had been entangled in crimes at some point. After careful calculation, he realized that the problem was on the ghost king's cloth bag."

Li Xiuyuan said: "This matter has nothing to do with my uncle, the catastrophe has already started that day, even if I have the ghost king's bag, how can it hold all the people?"

"Although this is the case, the death of the people in this city requires some people to bear such a great crime. Therefore, the Dragon King of Wujiang is dead, and the city god is dead. Now it is the turn of the poor. His corpse was refined, leaving you with two weapons, it can be regarded as the kindness of uncle Pindao."

The wooden Taoist said.

"If my uncle is going to be struck by lightning and die, maybe I can save him." Li Xiuyuan said.

Mu Taoist shook his head and said: "It's useless, the poor Taoist must suffer from the lightning strike, only in this way can the poor Taoist have a chance of life, even if you escaped this catastrophe with your shelter, he will definitely die in the future."

Li Xiuyuan also understands the taboos of those who practice Taoism.

Some catastrophe cultivators must take the initiative to meet them and cannot escape, otherwise the consequences will only be more serious.

"What can I do for my uncle?" Li Xiuyuan asked after a moment of silence.

"It's enough to give Pindao a piece of clothing you've worn." Mu Taoist said; "Perhaps you can leave a whole body for Pindao."

Li Xiuyuan remained silent, just took off his coat and gave it to him.

Taoist Mu put down the ghost king's cloth bag after taking his clothes, and said, "Pimpedao's senior brother should be building the Golden Core Avenue soon, and he will come to find you to protect the way for you."

After speaking, he strode away.

From the beginning to the end, Taoist Mu looked calm, without the slightest feeling of fear of death.

Perhaps this is what a well-educated person should look like.

Not afraid of death, ready to meet life and death at any time.

If it were an ordinary person, if he heard that he would be struck to death by lightning in three days, he would probably be scared to death by now.

When Li Xiuyuan saw Taoist Mu leave, he remained silent.

He wanted to prevent such a thing from happening, but Mu Taoist rejected his kindness. He took away one of his clothes, protected his body, prevented his body from being chopped, and left a whole body. corpse.

"If there is really a glimmer of life, I hope my uncle can escape this catastrophe." Li Xiuyuan thought secretly in his heart.

The catastrophe of a cultivator can only be resisted by a cultivator.

Chapter 182

Since Taoist Mu himself has seen through life and death, he accepts it calmly.

Li Xiuyuan would not cry like a woman, he could only hope that his uncle could survive this test and survive the calamity of death.

Looking at the hazy dawning sky outside, he suddenly shouted: "Where are the Yin soldiers?"

"Eldest Young Master, what are your orders?" A Yin soldier waiting outside the City God's Hall revealed his figure, and cupped his hands respectfully.