The old fox stretched his neck to observe the scene outside the town and swallowed hard.

I want to put on a smile to ease it.

He was just so frightened that the corners of his mouth moved but his skin remained motionless, making him look like he was smiling but not smiling.

Also afraid that the red-haired Taoist priest would blame him, the old fox quickly covered his long mouth.

I have never seen a Taoist priest take action before.

When I see it now, black air is filling the air, and demons and ghosts are roaring and ferocious in the mist.

This technique of controlling ghosts and exorcising demons is extremely evil.

Coupled with the Taoist's indifferent expression and the enchanting red hair that was tied up but soft and loose.

The person in front of me didn't say anything, but judging from his methods, others could tell that he was a powerful demon and could never be a kind person.

As terrifying as it was, the old fox didn't feel any fear. Instead, he felt a sense of satisfaction that a great revenge had been avenged.

I was about to kneel down to thank you, but I found that I couldn't kneel down.

"If you want to thank me, thank you monk."

The old fox looked at Juefa. This master had a gentle aura and an upright spirit. He thought he should be a disciple of the righteous sect.

It is indeed easier for people to get close to him than the red-haired Taoist.

However, perhaps because he is a spirit, the old fox is a little afraid to talk to Juefa.

"Amitabha."

Juefa put down a spiritual stone, stood up and walked towards the door of the inn.

"Master, I can't accept your money."

The red-haired Taoist wiped his mouth and stood up from the bench: "Keep it. Although your wine doesn't taste good, at least the meat is pretty good."

…

The two monks and Taoists left the town.

When Juefa looked back, the town behind him had been buried in the wind and snow, and he no longer had the original feeling of isolation and isolation.

"What's there to see?

The room is full of ghosts and spirits, not even a living person."

"Amitabha." Juefa sighed.

The world is so difficult. They have walked for so long, and there are no living people in the town they encounter. The inn is occupied by spirits, and most of the people who stop by are ghosts.

When the monk was about to leave, a figure chased him from a distance.

The monk did not speak, but his expression was a little more curious and joking. The woman obviously did not come to see him as a monk, so there was only one other person left, that is, the senior in black robes.

The red-haired Taoist stopped and looked back at the snow-coated woman: "Is there anything else, girl?"

"The little lady has not yet thanked the Taoist priest for his great kindness." The woman in the snow coat took two steps closer and raised her pretty face to look at Tushanjun.

The woman's eyes were beautiful, but unfortunately Tu Shanjun still looked at each other indifferently: "No need."

"I would like to accompany the Taoist priest and act like a cow or a horse to repay my great kindness."

Although he still looked indifferent, Tu Shanjun frowned slightly. He knew it was a trouble, but he didn't expect to be stuck, so he explained: "I have already eaten the spirit wine, you don't owe me anything."

After saying this, Tushanjun turned around and left.

But he paused as if he thought of something, and then turned around.

Seeing the red-haired Taoist turn around, the woman in the snow coat thought that the Taoist had changed his mind, but her disappointed eyes suddenly lit up: "Taoist Master..."

"In this world, it may not be a good thing to be dependent on others."

"Actually, I would rather you take revenge yourself instead of relying on others for help."

"It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Only by smelting great power into yourself can you realize the future." Tu Shanjun took out the piece of jade, curled up his middle and index fingers, and turned the spiritual light on his forehead. After a while, he threw the jade over.

As soon as the woman in the snow coat caught the jade, the figures of the monks and monks in front of her were already moving away, and her body seemed to be imprisoned and unable to move.

I could only watch the monk walk away.

"Dare you ask me your name?"

"Tushanjun."

A faint sound fell on the ears of the woman in the snow coat.

It wasn't until the two figures disappeared into the vast whiteness that she resumed action.

He looked around and finally looked at the jade in his hand.

Put it against your forehead, close your eyes for a few breaths and then open your eyes in surprise.

There is actually a classic book on ghost cultivation that directly points to the realm of golden elixir.

…

"What are you laughing at?"

It was also the first time that Juefa knew Tu Shanjun's name.

After getting along for a long time, he only called Tu Shanjun "senior" but didn't know his name.

I think this time, Tushanjun was not only telling the woman in the snow coat, but also him.

"I didn't expect that senior is a true monk."

"There are countless monks in this world, but people as pure as our predecessors are rare."

"That's strange. Do monks also compliment others?"

Juefa didn't pay attention to Tushanjun's joke. Instead, he recited Amitabha and then said, "Everything the young monk said is true."

"I just don't know why my senior used evil methods as his foundation and developed such a powerful demonic cultivation."

The monk's words made the red-haired Taoist walking beside him stand in a daze, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

Then the cold gaze was like a sharp cold light, focusing on the magic.

This was the first time the monk saw the Taoist get angry.

Although the Taoist still looked calm, the temperature around him dropped significantly.

Some people are hysterical when angry, furious, roaring, or even cursing wildly, but Taoists are very quiet, and the quiet air around them seems to solidify, and there is no longer the warmth.

The high daylight casts cold light on the Taoist's body.

I just heard the Taoist say calmly: "Monk, have I ever asked you why you didn't go back to the Bone Temple and instead wandered in the Netherworld? Have I ever asked you why you didn't become a demon after breaking the precepts and killing someone? Why did you become persistent?

Yu complements the white bone beads in his hand? Why is he a monk but not a boy?"

Juefa shook his head and said, "No."

"Are you willing to answer these questions I ask you?"

Juefa said frankly: "I don't want to."

"Then do you think I am willing?"

"Amitabha."

"Mostly, I don't want to."

…

Sobs, melodious.

There was a vast expanse of white under the setting sun.

But it's not snow, it's paper money being thrown out.

Some were half burned with black brand marks, and some were still intact.

More of the fly ash did turn into ashes, mixed with snowflakes and turned into mud.

Juefa looked puzzled, and at the same time he couldn't help but sigh: "Amitabha, there is a dark wind sweeping across both sides of the official road. Who died in such a big funeral?"

The red-haired Taoist clasped his hands, glanced twice and then looked away.

His feet did not touch the ground as he walked across the road, and his light and airy figure did not look like a living person at all.

People are always dying in the Netherland, and there are more monsters and ghosts than in other places. It's not surprising that anyone dies.

And now there are wars everywhere, and rogue bandits are passing through the border like locusts. The Northland has been destroyed for a long time, and it will not be surprising to hear tomorrow that rogue bandits have captured the imperial city of Tushanjun.

In the past, when he was in Huaifeng City, someone paid him to calculate the national destiny of Daliang in how many years he had left. Tu Shanjun counted with his fingers and frowned. Does the country in front of him really have such a thing as national destiny?

As soon as the two of them arrived at the end of the village, they were pulled towards the village before they could stop.

"Taoist priest, master, you two have come at the right time. The village leader, Mr. Liu, has recently lost his life and is in need of an expert to do the work."

"I didn't expect that I would meet the two of you as soon as I left the village. It's really fate."

"This is Li Zheng and Xun Ye from Shangyang Village."
To be continued...