debt repayment

Quan Ying held the yellow talisman in her pocket, and watched in a daze as the shadows of several young people turned into a distant street corner and disappeared.

Now Xianmen is so overbearing?

He leaned against the wall and stood up, feeling a tingling numbness in his legs after sitting for a long time.Xiantao wood is not as impersonal as Xianshan Lingyu, and the flesh made out of it is also the closest to the real human body, and even these details are faithfully restored.Quan Ying bent down and rubbed her calf, then stood up straight and went to the street.

When he first arrived in Danxia Town, he felt that there were quite a lot of monks here. Now, when he fixed his eyes, he could only see school uniforms of white, blue, and black among the crowd.He was in the west of the town, but he still couldn't see the fourth school uniform when he walked to the east of the town.

This place is actually reserved for the Sanjia Xianmen.

Ordinary people cultivating immortals often describe the upper realm as a clear and bright holy place, yearn for it, and worship gods with incense. In fact, most of the immortals in Tiangong are busy with their own one-acre three-point land, and they have no flaws to understand the movements of the fairy gates in the lower realm. A cultivator should at most care about his fellow sects; Quan Ying was born holy and ranked among the immortals, and there are thousands of immortal sects in the lower world. He only knows a few with a long history. Unfortunately, among the three immortal sects in Danxia Town, he I only know the disciples and grandchildren of Xianyue's family.

These monks mostly chat in low voices, or take out magic weapons, and barter things in the recipe teahouses on the roadside. When encountering some rare things, the monks discuss loudly, and the atmosphere is lively.

I only heard a qin repairer from Miaoyinzong say softly: "Everyone, apart from the qin sounds and spells of my Miaoyinzong, the special evil spirit pills are also very useful. Although it is not a rare item, it has a long-lasting cold fragrance. The effect of ghosts, if you encounter evil spirits or be bewitched in the future, this incense pill will come in handy. Although I will give you the incense pill, I hope you will be safe tonight."

A black-robed monk thanked: "Brother Yuxian has a heart. Please rest assured, Brother Yuxian, we Chiyunzong, Shandezong, and Miaoyinzong will join forces and we will be able to take down that ghost without any mistakes."

"That's not necessarily the case," Yuxian said, "I just heard that the ghost has stayed here for more than a hundred years, but any ghost that has been dormant in the gloomy bones for a hundred years must be a big murderer. Even if we gather the elites of the three families, we must not be careless."

"Brother Yuxian is right," the white-clothed monk next to him said, pointing his beard, "Many fellow Taoists couldn't do anything about that ghost before, so we entrusted this matter to us. Ladies and gentlemen, this might be a tough battle, so we must not let it go. "

Everyone echoed repeatedly, and then clinked glasses to drink, which seemed like a strong man was leaving.Quan Ying heard what they said clearly, recalling Qing Le's words before, she felt bad:

These monks are here to capture Song Hui'an!

Right now, the day is in full bloom, even if he ran to the ruins to report the news, he still couldn't find half of his ghost.If he waited until nightfall to act, his Taoist avatar was weak alone, and he might give these monks a step ahead.

Quan Ying glanced at those monks again. Hearing that they could not help but show a sense of self-confidence, he boldly guessed that these monks were probably young talents in the fairy sect.Most of these people are in the mid-to-late stage of Golden Core, among which Yuxian and the white-clothed monk beside him are the highest, and they are about to enter the late Yuanying stage.

It was 800 years earlier when he reincarnated into Xianmen in his last reincarnation, so he doesn't know much about the status of the monks in Xianmen now. He only vaguely remembers encountering Xuanwen in Nanxianyuan a few days ago. , There are no successors, so that the new priest he has been thinking about for a long time has not been found yet.

Quan Ying passed through here quietly, and walked to the entrance of Dongzhen, and saw only an unnamed shop with a paint peeling off the door.look up.I saw a jute flag with the inscription "avoid dust and suppress evil spirits", and hang a few silver bells tied with dirty yellow ribbons--the most popular object to ward off evil spirits in the southern land.Because of the wind and rain for a long time, the surface of the silver bell has been stained with black stains.

The door of the shop was ajar, and a few wisps of white smoke drifted out from the crack of the door, bringing out a strong scent of smoke.The magic weapons of the upper realm in Qiankun's kit are not easy to get out, so he might as well collect some mortal charms and magic weapons on the spot, and don't ask for their own effectiveness, just use them.

After all, these lower realm monks are not Da Luo Jinxian, he doesn't need to fight with them, just keep Song Hui'an safe.Those rough magic weapons that the disciples of the immortal sect don't like are enough in his hands.

He pushed the door open and entered, and said softly, "Boss, it's time for business."

The old man sitting on the old rattan chair reading a book sounded like a childish voice, but he thought he was a town urchin, looked up with interest, saw the Taoist robe on his body, and immediately said: "God, the talisman of our small shop It's a bad product, sold to ordinary people, you don't like it."

"I don't want a talisman. Is there a bell to ward off evil spirits?"

"Yes," said the old man, "it's hanging outside the door."

"Is there nothing more advanced?"

The old man was silent for two seconds, and tentatively asked: "New, new?"

"How old is it?"

"Eight, no, ninety percent new."

Quan Ying sighed, and said, "Okay, may I ask where you got the goods from?" The old man in front of him had white hair and a childlike face. Although his complexion was rosy, he was faintly decadent. There was nothing unusual about it. The mortal bones of Qi, because of their inferior talents, have no way to learn, and finally return to the secular world, making a living by buying and selling low-level magic weapons.

This person has not formally started, if the camp in the shop is effective, it must not be done by himself.

The old man saw that although he looked like a child, he knew the way, so he replied truthfully: "I bought these bells from the grocery market in the state capital five years ago, and there was also a large one that came with me. After suppressing the evil spirits, it turned out to be a broken one when I bought it, and I went to the market to find the dealer, but I couldn’t find it, so it’s useless.”

"Is the big one still there?"

"It's all broken, little fairy, do you want more?"

"If you have any, sell them to me at a low price. Anyway, you keep it and keep it."

The old man said: "Wait a minute, I will go to the storeroom to look."

A small dilapidated shop with a leaky roof, dust in the room, no light in the daytime, only half a candle is burning, it is not worth looking at carefully.After a cup of tea, the old man came back all dressed in ashes, holding a pitch-black copper bell in his hand, and a section of red string whose original color was almost invisible was tied on the top of the copper bell.

This thing is dirty and doesn't look decent.The old man had no expectations for its future, and said dryly: "God, that's all."

Quan Ying took the copper bell, touched the bumpy metal surface with her fingertips, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll take this."

"God, this thing is not worth it, I don't care."

"It's all right, and those silver bells, ten or twenty strings, and two coins of cinnabar, one hundred pieces of empty yellow talisman paper, pay the bill."

The old man saw that he was very cheerful, and he even packed things much faster than usual.Quan Ying took the goods, thanked her, and went out the door, called out her saber, and flew towards the ruins of the palace.

At this time, it was still very early before the sun went down, and the desolate wilderness was still a bit shady than other places because of the lack of people.

The original site of the palace was very large, and many places were covered by sand.On the undulating wasteland, only countless piles of bricks and stones that have been scorched by the fire can be seen.

Quan Ying saw that there was no forest around, and the shelter was equivalent to nothing, so she gave up the plan to arrange the outside of the palace.Following the memory of last night, he walked to the pile of rubble that haunted Hui'an in the Song Dynasty. With the pile of rubble as the center, he buried a yellow talisman at 50 meters from the southeast to the north.The mantra on the talisman is not to suppress evil spirits and harm ghosts, but to attach a small amount of mana to suppress the minds of ghosts and prevent them from becoming angry and attacking the living.

Quan Ying placed the same charms on the other triangles and the center of the palace ruins, and then dug out a piece of dry loess from the ground, ground it into dry powder, and mixed it with cinnabar stained with his own saliva.He mixed the two powders evenly, and at the end he burned a piece of Feng Summoning Talisman painted now. Suddenly, the wind was strong, the grass rustled, and the mixed powder of loess and cinnabar was blown away by the wind and scattered to every corner of the ruins.

It became.

Although this avatar has only one-ten thousandth of his body's divine power, it is easy to arrange these things, but the sun is shining, making him sweat profusely.

Quan Ying raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, thought that the baked buns he saw on the street of Danxia Town just now were tender and juicy, so he flew back with Yujian.

Since the time is still early, it is better to wait until the time comes.

When the new moon in the world is on the treetops, Yan Wen and Zang Ji arrive as scheduled.From a distance, Quan Ying could smell the aroma of wine and meat in the hall.

"Emperor Ye'an," Yan Wen happily took his seat with a chicken in his hand and wine in the other. Seeing Xiaodaotong flying with his sword in the crystal mirror, he asked, "What's the matter?"

"I met Xianmen who came to catch ghosts in the town near the ruins. The three families joined forces, and the momentum was huge," Quan Ying explained, "I am going to protect Song Hui'an."

Cang Ji frowned and said, "It's very easy for ghosts to lose control. The sword spirit reincarnated very tightly yesterday. I don't know how it will behave tonight."

"Any ghost who has eaten the resentment of the dead's flesh and blood has a fierce nature. It's okay to avoid living people on purpose, but blood will inevitably be seen if you want to kill," Yan Wen echoed, "Are there any cute Taoist boys among these immortal disciples?"

"It's useless. The disciples of Hanchuan Xianjun's family also went, and there is a lot of music cultivation. It is indispensable to play a few soul-suppressing and sad songs. Song Hui'an used to like to listen to Qingyueyan songs, but this is the most annoying."

"That's not necessarily the case. Who said that Le Xiu must kill people with music?" Cang Ji retorted, "Hanchuan Immortal has justifiably changed his job as a Martial God Officer, and he was third in the Tiangong Martial Arts Meeting last time."

After finishing speaking, all three of them looked up and laughed.

Yan Wen said: "The emperor should have taken precautions before?"

Quan Ying said modestly: "Slightly arranged one or two...Huh? Why did someone shoot me?"

The two immortals hurriedly looked into the mirror, but they saw that in the mirror, Feijian was carrying Daotong crookedly to avoid the light arrows shot from below.The flying sword was still flying at a high speed, and the tail of the sword left a shimmering arc in the air. Daotong's clone had short limbs, and he kept waving his arms in order to balance himself while he was running fast.

"Slow down! Slow down! I'm going to fall!"

Dijun always travels in a peaceful and stable manner. It was the first time for Quanying to encounter such a situation, and he was so frightened that he immediately cried out.

The name of this sword is Saga, and most of its magic power was also sealed away when it was in the lower realms. At this time, it is no different from ordinary magic weapons of the immortal sect.

Saga Sword got the order, and carried him to a high place to escape the pursuit from below.The night was dark, and Quan Ying couldn't see who was attacking him here. Just as he was about to take a breath, he heard the sound of clanging swords under his feet.

The sword trembled.

——It was Mitsuya who hit the blade of the sword.This arrow of light came with a menacing force, and it was so powerful that it overturned the Saga sword in a flash.

He really fell.

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