Chapter 55:

When he first met his master and said he was going to a shelter, Zhang Sheng just thought that Yang Heime was joking with him because he was relying on his old age. It was like a father-son relationship. The father talked about how he would retreat if he could not teach his son to practice housekeeping skills. Take that statement as a joke.

It was still a sunny day, with the warm sun hanging high above his head. He took the fish basket and went to the slow stream area to see if he could catch a few fat fish to make his master happy.

He rolled up his trousers and went barefoot into the cold stream. The water slipped between his toes like silk, making him feel a slight itch. After standing for a long time, the chill spread from his lower body upwards.

Qi Luan emerged from the abyss of the underworld and had not left that dark and boring place for a long time. He wanted to find some fun in the human world.

He had just returned from the Abi Hell to gain strength by killing evil ghosts to absorb evil spirits, and encouraged the ghosts to attack a group of carriages on the business road. However, the old lama's greed suddenly increased and he set off a coup. There was no war, and there were no new innocent souls.

He couldn't understand that even if the underworld reached the human world for a year, he stayed in the abyss for a whole day and still didn't see the madness of the lama and his death due to evil spirits. Is it because the last time's temptation wasn't enough? Or the lama met a troublesome exorcist...

Recently, the underworld has been uneasy, but the evil spirits in the human world have disappeared a lot.

When he climbed up from the purgatory where magma erupted, his whole body was soaked in blood. His skull face, which was spliced ​​together like black clouds of flesh, with broken teeth and tentacles, and rhinoceros horns, was clean, and his fingers were all torn to pieces with smelly blood stains. .

The time after the killing was always long and silent, as if the underworld was empty, and all the little ghosts he regarded as training products to become the next generation of evil gods peered at him with timid eyes.

His creator, the evil god, is a god. Like other gods in this world, he needs believers.

If he wants to be the god of the next generation, he must create fear.

But he successfully passed the test of purgatory, but he was not as happy as he imagined. He was irritable, tired, and confused...

He didn't even get praise from the evil god, because he hesitated a little while crushing the weak, and in just a moment, a ghost came from His men escaped.

[Qi Luan, what you want to do is to kill all the evil ghosts in purgatory, why did you let him go? 】

The god who is above him criticizes him.

【Tired. 】

Qi Luan did not hide it. To the evil god, that kind of behavior was naked disobedience and extremely willful. He should be thrown back to purgatory and tortured for days and nights.

Nourished by the evil spirit, he transformed into muscles and bones, and his body became more and more like a living creature, as did his thoughts. He noticed that the pupils of the ghosts and people he strangled would shrink and flow out an indescribable crystal liquid before they were wiped out in ashes.

Why didn't he?

Why should he be trapped in the endless dark abyss for eternity? The evil god would not allow him to turn into a human form, but he would always maintain this terrifying appearance to frighten the underworld for the god?

For the first time, he felt angry because those who were thrown into purgatory were all ghosts who could transfer their souls and be reincarnated into adults. They were the most kind and pure ghosts and were not controlled by evil gods.

For rashly contradicting the evil god, he was punished by being thrown into the fire pit of Slaughter Ling and burned in the fire. That was what he feared the most. He was in severe pain and never saw the light of day.

[Tired...]

[Qi Luan, I'm warning you one last time, follow my orders. 】

He broke free from the hot iron chain, his whole body exuded a rotten smell, and his red eyes became more and more ferocious as he walked through the firelight.

[Listen to your mother. 】

...

He forcibly dug out the divine core in his chest, which was equivalent to the "heart" of the evil god. He threw it into the slaughter fire, tried his best to cut off the connection with the evil god, and entered the whirlpool door from the underworld to the human world. Climbing up...

After an unknown amount of time, he felt a flowing coolness.

Qi Luan, who fell into the prototype form, was just a compass, recording the chronology of the evil god's control over the underworld and the joys and sorrows of the human world. It fell into an unknown stream and was picked up by a country man.

He was unable to open his eyes and feel the things around him, he could only hear someone's voice.

"Hey...didn't I catch the fish? Where's my big fat fish?"

Qi Luan was picked up by those hands, tossing and squeezing several times, and suddenly felt irritated.

[It was really unfortunate that I was picked up by a wild man who fished for a living. ]

He was severely injured and would not be able to return to the form created by the evil god for a while. He had no fangs or tentacles, and no evil spirit for him to suck, so he could only be played with.

At first glance, Zhang Sheng felt something dark and unwinter floating in the stream. He thought it was a big fat carp. He thought that the few days in the basket would be enough for the people in the division to have a full meal, so he planned to stop. .

Who knew that it was a hard compass only after it was fished out?

Since they all rushed into the rarely inhabited mountains and forests, they must be unwanted by others, and they are not inlaid with jewelry, so they look like scraps worth little.

Zhang Sheng looked slightly disappointed and muttered: "...Who wants this broken plate? It would be great if it was a carp..."

The man's voice was clear and he rambled for a long time in Qi Luan's ear as if he were chanting sutras. The creature gradually accumulated grudges, and swore that when he regained his strength, he would first kill this unscrupulous and blind human being!

Plop -

the man threw him back into the stream, patted the sand on his hands, and picked up the fish basket on his back.

Qi Luan:? ? ?

You don’t want anything you picked up for free?

Qi Luan thought quickly and felt that it would be better to be taken away by this idiot than to be thrown here. If he could get closer to a crowded area, he could be exposed to more evil spirits and reshape his body.

Didn't that idiot realize that the compass was extraordinary? absurd! ! !

Qi Luan hit the gravel hard, trying to make a noise to attract the man to turn around, but the footsteps were getting farther and farther...

Dong Dong, Dong -

Zhang Sheng seemed to hear a collision behind him, his steps slowed down, and he hesitantly replied Looking over, golden light shone in front of my eyes, and the compass flew up from the stream and landed in the haystack.

"Ah...?"

Why did he fly up on his own!

Zhang Sheng knelt down and picked up the compass again. The dirty appearance faded away, and the body seemed to be wrapped in golden pearls. His worth suddenly increased, and his eyes lit up.

"Is it really a treasure?" Zhang Sheng glanced at the fish basket. There was just a spot missing for a carp. He brought along a compass that was not too big or too small and could barely fit in it. Since he encountered it, he might as well bring it with him. Sell more. Everything is money.

After a parabola, Qi Luan smelled a strong fishy smell, a slippery and sticky liquid penetrated, and the touch of scales.

【...I must kill you. 】

Zhang Sheng was in a hurry and didn't care about the bumps on his back.

Qi Luan was whipped by the fish tail and fell into the bottom of the fish basket. In addition to being unable to breathe and feeling humiliated, he was also forced to listen to the tune hummed by the idiot...

How could he survive being met by this idiot? It was for others to watch. He should have knelt down to pray before a miracle appeared, but he was like watching a puppet show without even a word of exclamation. His cerebellum was wrapped in intestines?

[Stop singing...it's really hard to listen to...]

[I'm going to kill you, idiot. ]

[Kill you...]

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After being brought back to the Taoist temple, Qi Luan fell into a coma for a few days. During this period, he woke up several times and his vision returned to normal, but Zhang Sheng was the only one in the shabby room.

The man sat quietly by the window edge, his eyes were red, his white shirt was stained with blood and he had not changed it. When he lowered his eyes, tears fell from the roots of his eyelashes.

The man stood there in silence, like a statue that had stopped breathing, with a sad look on his face.

When Qi Luan opened his eyes again, the man was leaning against the window sill and sleeping, his whole face soaked in tears, his brows twisted tightly, as if he had had a nightmare.

The idiot has a terrible personality and a simple mind, but he looks like the best-looking person he has ever seen.

It is not the voluptuous beauty that the world understands, but clean from the inside out. The golden light shines through the tree shadows and shines on the man. The eyes are like obsidian under the eyelids. The white shirt wraps the long and elegant body, which has a certain elegant charm.

He originally thought that he would be sold to traders when he was brought back, but it seemed that something happened in the Taoist sect, which could change this idiot's silly and cheerful personality into a silent one.

Zhang Sheng dreamed of the day he returned to the Taoist temple from the mountains. The master was still meditating on the roof overlooking the scenery. His body was as motionless as a pine and cypress. He put down the fish basket and waved to Yang Heime: "Master, I caught the treasure! You Guess what this is..."

He called out, but received no response.

Just as he was about to climb up to the roof to sit with the old man, he was suddenly bounced off by the shield light and almost fell off the roof.

"...Master? Master!! -"

Zhang Sheng didn't understand where the shelter was, but at that moment he clearly felt that the formation left by Yang Heime could not be broken by anyone. He could not break in, nor could he I had the opportunity to ask the old man what he was thinking...

Is it because I didn't learn the ghost exorcism array? You are disappointed in me.

You are still dragging your aging body, feeling that every time you step into the ghost world, you are unable to do what you want. You are tired of this kind of life.

Why did I choose to die suddenly without leaving a word?

Yang Heime died sitting down, and the formation he left behind when he died also attracted the evil spirits around him, turning into black mist and constantly rushing towards the barrier, hissing and wailing all over the sky.

More and more evil spirits poured into the Taoist temple. Seeing that all the apprentices in the Taoist temple were about to be massacred by the ghosts, Zhang Sheng could no longer persuade himself to learn slowly and wait... If he didn't learn the ghost exorcism formation, Master His body will be snatched away by evil spirits, and his brothers will be buried as grave goods in the ghost realm.

Zhang Sheng stood on the roof, facing the black fog, and the screams, cries, and roars in his ears invaded his mind...

"Get away!...Don't touch my master!! Get away..."

[Zhang Sheng, If you can't learn, come to this shelter to accompany me. 】

Zhang Sheng cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, and cursed Yang Heime: "You bastard old man, you, you just left the Taoist temple to me alone?!...I don't want to accompany you! I want to live!"

The old man Shen smiled and said: [Then you must first learn the ghost exorcism formation. If you are always so muddleheaded and playing in the forest, you may be dragged into the ghost realm one day and it will be difficult to come out. 】

The ghost exorcism formation requires wisdom, clarity, and peace of mind.

Zhang Sheng closed his eyes and said in his mouth: "Nothing is hidden, illuminating the mysterious world, the ghost exorcism array...stand up!"

He summoned the ghost exorcism array to cleanse the evil spirits from the temple.

He closed the old man's open bloody eyes, pulled up his clothes and wiped the blood stains on the old man. He fell down vainly and said with a wry smile: "Okay, okay... You are quite contented with yourself. You can't climb to the top of the list. Looking for All the supreme magic weapons that could not be reached fell on my head..."

In his sleep, Zhang Sheng's body stiffened, and then he suddenly opened his eyes.

His junior brother was looking at him anxiously and handed him a bowl of soothing soup: "Senior brother, there is a woman outside the door asking for help, saying that her husband's heart has been ripped out... It seems to be extremely evil."