Chapter 169: The Monster on Earth

Zhang Dong knew that when the other party called out, it would be normal for his soul, which was drawn out by him, to be sucked into the gourd, otherwise it would arouse the other party's suspicion.

"Brother He, I'll go with him to see. After we leave, you will immediately save Li Zhouchun and hide him in a popular place, such as a train station or even a karaoke hall. When I deal with the other party, he will be safe."

Taking advantage of the fact that the Red Eyebrow Cultivator was unprepared, Zhang Dong left a sentence in He Jun's mind and threw himself into the gourd. Even if the other party took the Silver Horn King of the Taishang Laojun treasure gourd, he was also Sun Dasheng with a copper head and iron brain. What's there to be afraid of?

This gourd is not the kind of evil thing that pretends to be a human and turns into pus in a short while. After Zhang Dong entered the gourd, he saw that some talismans were drawn out by someone using the "inner painting" technique. In addition, the nourishment of the wood energy of the gourd itself made him feel a little comfortable. It is estimated that if it were those souls who had first left the body, they would not be hurt in this gourd, but instead became more solid and stable, and would not transform when they saw the sky wind just as they were when they first left the body.

It's right to think about it. The purpose of this Red Eyebrow monk is to use his soul, but not to harm the soul. Therefore, the gourd he used to recharge his soul will only be beneficial to the soul he absorbed. Zhang Dong also felt that the ability of this gourd to nourish the soul is very limited, and it is probably only useful to the soul that has just left his body. The souls of the five children were not included in it, otherwise he could directly break the gourd and kill the Red Eyebrow monk.

In order to prevent being discovered by the other party, Zhang Dong did not dare to release the acquired consciousness to investigate. He just felt that the monster had taken him to fly for a few minutes and landed. He was immediately confused: "Can he, a strange person, still dare to stay in the city?"

Although it is the Dharma-Ending Age and there are so few practitioners who are like the morning star, there are still monks like Wang Liang and Hu Danfeng. For example, the owner of "The Golden Pill of Heaven and Immortals" is Zhang Ning, the president of the Taoist Association today. It would be strange if a person like this has no cultivation.

This monster seems to have hundreds or thousands of years of practice, and it seems to be very powerful. In fact, most of the time is wasted on transformation and refining, and it may not be as good as the human cultivators and martial arts masters who have practiced for decades. It has finally turned into a human form. Not to mention running into the deep mountains and forests to practice with peace of mind, but running into the city to do things against each other. Are you not afraid of being discovered by human cultivators who are hiding in the world?

Zhang Dong really couldn't understand what exactly made this alien monk willing to take risks.

While thinking, I suddenly saw the gourd cover being uncovered, and a slightly older voice shouted: "Li Zhousheng, I won't come out yet, when will I wait?"

"How could it be him?"

Zhang Dong flew out of the gourd as he said. The red-eyed monk was gone in front of him, but he had a white-haired old man's face.

"Grandpa Wu?"

Zhang Dong was shocked.

The person who appeared in front of him turned out to be Grandpa Wu, the guardian of the No. 1 Primary School in Chu City.

This is an elderly man from a five-guarantee household. In order to solve his life problems, the municipal first primary school hired him as a night guard at the school. He went to work at 10 o'clock every night and slept until dawn. Moreover, the school also has security guards responsible for night patrols, which is basically the same as raising an idle person.

This incident was once a legend and was circulated by citizens for a while.

Zhang Dong also graduated from the No. 1 Primary School of the City. Of course, he knew Grandpa Wu. When he was young, he even ate his boiled eggs. How could this old man be a demon cultivator? He also killed five children in a row and plundered other people's souls?

"This monster has forcibly occupied Grandpa Wu's physical body. I'm afraid his soul will be dispersed by him long ago..."

Zhang Dong couldn't help feeling sad: "But who is not good at occupying the physical body of a guardian, and he actually wants to occupy the physical body of an old man. What benefits can this do to him? It's really strange..." Since this monster has already cultivated into a human body, he is a real 'person', but in Zhang Dong's eyes, he is still a monster.

"Well, there are six, so you should be able to wake her up initially?"

"Grandpa Wu" glanced at Zhang Dong, suddenly laughed, reached out and pulled open the drawer of the desk in the communication room, took out five green glass bottles from it, and arranged them one by one on the table. The five glass bottles were all blocked by wooden jams. Each bottle had a soul that was floating up and down, but seemed to be banned by some spell and could not escape.

"Well, come in too, isn't it comfortable inside the gourd? Unfortunately, my gourd's aura cannot be consumed with such 'food'. Now you have to change the place..."

"Grandpa Wu" smiled and took out an empty bottle from the drawer, grabbed Zhang Dong and stuffed it in. Then he sealed the mouth of the bottle, took out a plastic woven belt from under the table, put six soul-filled glass bottles in it, and then took out a bag of peanuts and half a bottle of Lao Baigan from the table, leaned on the chair, took a sip of old wine, ate two peanuts, and hummed the most popular songs at the moment, which was so happy.

Occasionally, when adult students who attend night school pass by, they will say hello to him. He would happily chat with others. He was really like a conscientious old man in the doorkeeper. Who could believe that the souls of five innocent children were hidden in the woven bag under his feet?

"Grandpa Wu"

Zhang Dong was thinking about what this monster meant in the glass bottle. Suddenly, he heard an extremely familiar voice coming from outside the communication room. He was shocked: "Oh, why is this little fairy also here? The old monster encountered the little fairy, and this matter would never be simple."

At this moment, he didn't care that this monster would discover it. Relying on his Yin God's cultivation level was still above him, Zhang Dong quietly released a wisp of acquired consciousness and looked outside.

First, a beautiful girl like a flower came in and followed her slim body to the communication room. She turned out to be a beautiful girl wearing travel shoes, jeans and a bat shirt. She had endless spring feelings. Who was that little fairy, Kurakor?

After a few days of sight, the girl's face became even whiter, and a layer of rosy appeared under Ruyu's skin. She was really a peerless disaster. She chuckled at 'Grandpa Wu', stuck out her tongue and said, "Grandpa Wu, you are so amazing. I practice 'Qigong' according to the method you taught me, and it turns out to be more and more beautiful, just... that's..."

"Hehe, what's that Kong'er?" the demon asked with a smile.

"I like drinking that kind of thing more, and..."

Cang Konger chuckled and licked his tongue: "Since I drank pig blood porridge with you last time, I feel so comfortable. I have secretly drunk sheep blood porridge and chicken blood porridge..."

She counted on her fingers for a while, then suddenly raised her head and said, "But people have no taste in the past few days. Grandpa Wu, why do you think this is?"

"Hehe, that's because you should drink some human blood porridge..."

'Grandpa Wu' laughed loudly and looked at Cang Kong'er with a flash of eyes: "Kong'er, do you want to try it?"
Chapter completed!