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After hearing this, Quan Ying shook his wine glass and smiled wryly: "That's right, people are not as good as what the sky wishes, but it is what the sky fears the most."

However, people are not easy to be satisfied.

He is the god who loves to travel in the lower world, how could he not know the sufferings of the world.But to mourn for his misfortune, and to help the victims with compassion, in the end, he could only mourn for his failure and go away in anger.After repeating this thousands of times, even God will be exhausted.That's why today's Gongxian family rarely responds to the mortal world, only His Majesty Xuanwen protects all living beings in a thousand times, regardless of past suspicions.

"However, who is this son who gnaws on the Yin Immortal? Since when have you dealt with ghosts?"

Seeing that her colleagues didn't care about her trip to the lower world, Quan Ying only smiled and said, "It's a private matter."

On the ground, Song Hui'an was pulling Quan Ying to ask about the ins and outs of the Yin Festival in Chen Family Village. After Quan Ying finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, slapped his forehead, and took out the soul of the old woman who had just been put away by him.

Song Hui'an said: "Is this the old woman who took in the young man?"

"Ah."

The two stared at the scattered soul whose light was fading.It was as weak as a firefly, floating up and down in Quanying's palm, and it was about to disperse, but it would disappear completely after a while, and the white light attached to the surface of the scattered soul was also getting weaker and weaker.

Song Hui'an said: "Who is the soul above?"

As if responding to his doubts, the white light suddenly broke away from the old woman's scattered soul, and a translucent figure appeared in front of the two of them.It has stayed in the yang world for too long, and it can hardly protect the old woman. It has exhausted its last strength even to show its human form.

Time is up.

Remnant Star Mountain Moon.The bright eyes of the young man in the old white robe flowed around, and he nodded to the two, as a thank you for ending the tragedy in Chenjia Village, and thanking them for letting the old woman who was wandering in pain in the world of the world finally rest in peace.

In the memory of the old woman, he had an outstanding appearance, and now he appeared in front of Quan Ying in person, still like a clear silver moon, not to be overshadowed by the mortal world.

Even Quan Ying, who has seen countless people, has to be praised for his wonderfulness. Although the young man is handsome, he is not as beautiful as Song Hui'an. Instead, he focuses on demeanor, like a white bird perched in the wind, with a trace of flying in the air. The sound of the flute in the clouds has nothing to do with the complicated world.

How indifferent and pure, she is definitely not a nobody in the immortal sect.

"Good grandson, my good grandson..."

Feeling the familiar breath, the ball of light trembled and shouted, and approached the phantom of the boy a little bit.

"Is that you? Is it really you?"

The boy said softly: "Grandma, why don't you recognize me?" There was still a bit of playfulness in his tone.

The ball of light trembled, and said with joy in a crying voice: "Grandma has been looking for you for a long time, and has been waiting for you for a long time, you are finally back, grandma cooked white rice porridge for you..."

"Don't worry, I will never leave again."

The young man smiled and opened his hands, holding the ball of light in his hands gently.

"Let's go home and have porridge."

Tree shadows sway, grass leaves rustle.The night wind blows and blows, returning to heaven and earth with strands of soul.God's will will take away the sins bred in this area, and there will be no more blood, tears and pain of unjust death, only the consummation of reunion.

Song Hui'an murmured: "It's a happy ending."

"Brother Zhu, where are we going next?"

Chen Family Village's doubts have come to an end, if he stays here again, he is afraid that he will be caught by the celestial sect who is watching the wind.

Song Hui'an reported a few place names, all of which were small towns and small towns. They came out of Jingbao Mountain along the North Road and went westward for more than a hundred miles.

"These children don't want to be little ghosts with me, they just want to go home and meet their parents." It's worthwhile to disappear after the wish is fulfilled.

Quan Ying nodded and said, "Let's go."

He wrote down the boy's appearance.This young man—to be precise, he just maintained his youthful appearance, and his actual age could not be so young—as he speculated, he was a figure with a high status in the fairy sect, but he was exiled to Chenjia Village for some reason, and then was killed .

In his mind, he drew a picture of a plot of killing each other, playing ghosts and insulting Dao, and even deceiving the gods and gods of heaven, and secretly sneered.

It would be great if only Lemin kept the souls of those two people, and could ask some clues.

Suddenly, he froze.Seeing him like this, Song Hui'an was shocked and said: "Amu, what's wrong with you, but you were injured by thunder just now? Or did the dog monk and pickled things touch you?" He squatted down and stretched out his hand to look at his hands and neck , for fear of missing the slightest flaw that is not easy to be noticed.

"Where are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine," Li Gui's black and white pupils were lit up by worry and panic, Quan Ying said in a low voice with mixed feelings, "Good brother, did you just see the kit for collecting souls?"

Song Hui'an shook his head.

"Too bad," Quan Ying said, "The two hundred and eight souls contained in the kit are gone together with the kit."

Those are all the souls of monks whose lives should not be lost here. They are the raw materials collected by Chi Yunzong to refine ghost weapons. Since Le Min has shown mercy to the villagers, he should also pay attention to these victims, not thinking about Qian Gui just now. He couldn't summon the soul, and he couldn't see half of the soul dangling outside.

The kit containing the dead soul of the warlock was still taken away.

Song Hui'an heard the meaning behind his words: "Do you want to chase?"

Quan Ying nodded, and took out the low spell of the compass, but the compass did not respond.

He took a deep breath and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Brother Zhu, let's take the children home first. There is no rush."

The compass couldn't find the two missing monks.If the compass is not broken, it means that they carry a magic weapon that surpasses the magic power of Daotong's avatar. The Tiangong magic weapon in the Qiankun kit is not easy to use in front of Song Hui'an, so they have to give up temporarily.

He only remembered that he was so shocked by the coercion that fell from the sky that he completely lost the ability to think about Yujian's escape.

When he was practicing in the Zongmen, he also learned how to lead lightning, but this kind of incantation of pleading to the sky is firstly difficult to control, and secondly, it requires a lot of time to recite the incantation burning amulet. Although it is powerful, it is difficult to control.After getting the Jade Cup, he never used Lei again.

Obviously, other people in the sect also had the same intention, so in decades, he had never come into contact with the Five Thunders Zhengfa so closely.What's more, he was still hacked.

He only remembered that the thunderstorm poured down, taking away the world in front of his eyes, and the thunder that shattered the eardrums was everywhere in his ears.The electric wire whip on the edge of Lei pierced his body, and the burning pain awakened all the pain and fear sleeping in his body in one stroke.

He wailed in pain, burst into tears, and then passed out.He thought with unwillingness and resentment, why did it become like this, he could only let the soul leave the body and wander in the endless black sea.

It was pitch black and there was no light.It is precisely because the spirit of ghosts cannot be felt that the silence here is even more terrifying.Even a person like him who has dealt with ghosts all the year round couldn't help thinking that if he couldn't escape, he might drown in this black water.

On the verge of collapse, he cried out.

Is there anyone—let Xiao Ye out quickly!Did you hear me, let me out!

Let me out!Master, there are many beauties waiting for me!let me out!

uncle!You help me, that trash you let me carry with you is useless, uncle, uncle!Uncle, help me!

Where is Cheng Yunchu? !Where the hell is Cheng Yunchu, this mother-of-a-dog? Come out, how can you ignore me!

You son of a bitch, if you don't care about me, I'll sue you at my uncle, how can you leave me? !Somebody come to save me! ! !

He exhausted the last of his strength, but felt his heart sink, and the severe pain tore at him, pulling him out of the black water.

"Wow...!"

His chest trembled violently, and Duan Zhongming gasped for breath, waking up from the nightmare.

Looking up, he saw the blue night sky, and the gentle breeze seemed to be puzzled why he was so nervous, so he only kissed his cheek comfortingly.

Duan Zhongming's first thought was that it's good to be alive.

After that, he took a deep breath, walked out of the joy of being reborn after the catastrophe, and roared: "Cheng Yunchu! Cheng Yunchu! Where the hell are you!"

"Senior Brother Duan, I'm here."

said the man in the dark.

Duan Zhongming was so chopped that his whole body was about to fall apart, he could only lie on the ground and look around by turning his head.But seeing Cheng Yunchu sitting in the shadow of a giant tree not far away, carefully cleaning his long sword, He didn't look at him when he spoke.

The arrogant attitude ignited his anger, and he said angrily: "You still don't come here and help me up!"

"coming."

Cheng Yunchu said, put away the sword, walked over, picked him up horizontally, and put him under the tree.

Cheng Yunchu lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look directly into Duan Zhongming's eyes because of guilt, he only explained softly: "Brother, when that little Taoist leader caused the thunder just now, I was the one who slowed down by half a minute and failed to pull you away in time, causing you to be injured." It's my fault."

"Tsk, you kid can't do anything well," Duan Zhongming snorted, "Is it the Shenxing Pill that uncle gave us that saved us?"

"Exactly."

Cheng Yunchu took out the plaster and applied it on Duan Zhongming's injured leg.The wound on Duan Zhongming's leg extended from the root of his thigh to about an inch above his knee, where the skin was scorched and the flesh was bruised, and the bone was deeply visible.

"Hiss—you fucking take it easy!" As soon as the ointment touched his wound, a burning pain swept through his whole body from the wound.

Duan Zhongming shouted: "Do you have any brains? Be gentle! Do you still want to come out to do things with me? I don't want to say it earlier, so that I don't have to fucking run around with you, a broom star. You are really a broom star reincarnated! And You really ruined all my luck when you came out..."

The vent-like roar was sprayed all over Cheng Yunchu's face, and the movements of the opponent's hands were really slow and appropriate.Duan Zhongming snorted softly, and continued cursing: "That stinky Taoist priest, and that ghost, I can't spare them. By the way, the kit is still there, right?"

"Here I am."

"Where is the soul in the kit?"

"Also."

"That's good, then it's okay. How many are here? Take them back together, hurry up, I'll recuperate after returning to the sect."

Cheng Yunchu looked as usual.

"Two hundred and nine."