"If the master doesn't believe me, would you like to touch it? Feel if I have a coccyx."

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Yu Yi looked at his expression, thought seriously for a moment, and nodded, "Okay."

Touch it, if it's really his bone, he will.

Xue Chenjing was obviously stunned for a moment, probably didn't expect that she would really touch his coccyx to believe it. His eyelashes trembled twice very quickly, like a frightened butterfly, and his eyes flashed with embarrassment that he didn't have time to hide.

"Don't you believe me?" Xue Chenjing asked, and when he saw that she really nodded, he took a deep breath in anger and finally chose to compromise.

He walked closer to Yu Yi, turned slightly, reached out to grab her wrist, pressed it to his lower back, and squeezed out four words from between his teeth, "Feel it yourself."

Yu Yi's fingertips slid down along his concave spine, and through the spring shirt that was no longer that thick, she felt for his coccyx.

Xue Chenjing turned his head away and faced her with the back of his head. His dark ponytail almost hit her face. Under the hair was a section of snow-white neck and gradually reddened earlobes.

Yu Yi pressed down with a little force, and Xue Chenjing's fingers in his sleeves also clenched. His shoulders and back showed obvious muscle contours, and it seemed that a spark flowed from the coccyx, making his limbs and bones surge with an indescribable heat.

Xue Chenjing's breathing was almost stopped. The tentacles on all sides slid down to the ground like noodles, and the tips could not help curling and stretching, twisting into a dough in the air.

Yu Yi was completely oblivious to this, and concentrated on groping for his coccyx. The touch under his fingertips was soft, and there was indeed no corresponding bone feeling on his body where humans should have a coccyx.

"Are you the same as humans?" Yu Yi asked reasonably. For a monster like him, it should be easy to hide his coccyx, right?

Xue Chenjing's heat suddenly cooled down, and his wet eyes regained clarity. He turned around and stepped away from her men, staring coldly at the invisible tentacles in the air, and said, "If you don't believe it, forget it."

Yu Yi looked over his pale face and handed him the coccyx in her palm, "Okay, I'll believe you for once. Anyway, you helped me break this place."

Xue Chenjing's expression became even uglier when she mentioned Xue Mingyuan, and he almost gritted his teeth, "Such a simple magic circle, I can also break it." After

he finished speaking, without waiting for Yu Yi's response, the tentacles shot out from the side and quickly rolled away the coccyx from her palm. His figure turned into mist in front of her eyes, and disappeared into a crack next to him.

Sure enough, this bastard changed his face immediately after achieving his goal.

Yu Yi held her empty palms in frustration, lowered her head and asked Senior Brother He, "Was I deceived by him again?"

Senior Brother He tilted his bird head and clucked twice.

Yu Yi was surprised and said, "You actually said good things for him?"

Senior Brother He: After all, he was the one who rescued it from the hands of those ferocious monks in Zhaohua Palace.

Yu Yi looked at this empty spiritual eye. After the spiritual energy flowed away, there was nothing left here, even the water in the pool was dry. She searched around and didn't find anything good, so she took the sword and left here.

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Such a big movement in the ghost town naturally alarmed the nearby villagers. Since the second half of last night, they have felt earthquakes coming from the direction of the ghost town from time to time, and once again heard the continuous and miserable cries of cranes.

The nearby villages were so scared that they held torches, lighting up the village inside and outside as bright as day, and dared not let the fire go out for a moment. They were afraid that the things in the ghost town would break through the barrier and use them as scapegoats. The surrounding villagers were

in a panic for most of the night. They did not dare to come to the ghost town to investigate at night. They could only wait until the sun rose before they dared to gather a group of strong men to hide in the distance to see what was happening in the ghost town.

Outside the ghost town, there were still traces of the ashes of the candles and talismans that were burned out during the ritual yesterday. On the circle of talismans that encircled the ghost town, the newly added talismans were still brand new, and the cinnabar runes on them were bright and eye-catching.

But everyone could feel the commotion in the ghost town and see the shadows of the ghosts and monsters moving inside.

This unprecedented scene frightened everyone, and people kept looking at the village chief, asking when the immortals from Zhaohua Palace would arrive.

The village chief had a bitter face and comforted the villagers, saying, "It's almost there. I burned the incense and the communication talisman left by the immortals last night and reported the movement of the ghost town."

The villagers were comforted by his words, but the village chief was beating a drum in his heart. How could they, the common people in the mountains, always ask the immortals to come? The communication talisman he burned last night had not received any response until now, and he could not guarantee whether the immortals would come.

If the fairy crane had not broken into their barrier yesterday, the immortals from Zhaohua Palace would not have come so quickly.

The village chief stared at the newly added talismans on the talisman rope, and wondered for a moment whether he should tear one off to try. If the barrier was loose, the immortals would definitely come to check. If something happened for two consecutive days, they could just ask the immortals to reinforce the barrier in advance.

But he heard the miserable cries in the ghost town, and he was worried that if he destroyed a talisman, these lingering evil ghosts would immediately rush out and eat them.

Just when everyone was in trouble, the ghost town suddenly began to emit dots of white light. At first glance, it looked like a sky lantern from the ghost realm, rising higher and higher, and finally melting into the sunlight.

In that light, some residual scenes were occasionally reflected, and human and animal figures could be seen laughing and cursing, all kinds of people, as if the stage was moved to the sky.

The villagers below were afraid and curious for a while, and all looked up at the sky. After an unknown amount of time, the stage in the sky ended, and the ghost cries gradually disappeared. The cold and gloomy aura in the ghost town was like snowflakes under the sun, completely melting.

The talismans surrounding the ghost town spontaneously ignited without fire, burning away the last trace of gloom left in the ghost town.

The villagers gathered around felt the change and said in great joy: "Village chief, the evil spirits in this ghost town seem to have been liberated! Did the immortals from Zhaohua Palace go in a long time ago?"

"Great, we can finally sleep peacefully at night!"

"Without the negative energy of the ghost town affecting the land, the crops in the village will have a good harvest this year."

The villagers cheered and took out yellow paper candles from their back baskets and knelt down to worship the ghost town. In the flying incense ashes, suddenly, a cross sword light shot out from behind the half-collapsed gate of the ghost town.

The vines climbing on the gate creaked and collapsed with a bang. A slender figure walked slowly out from the flying green leaves and white flowers, followed by a tall fairy crane.

As soon as Yu Yi walked out, she saw a group of people burning incense and paper and kneeling down to her. She was really scared.

Fortunately, an old man with gray hair took the initiative to step forward, with a respectful smile on his face, and thanked them repeatedly, "The old man didn't receive a reply from the immortals last night, and I thought the immortals were delayed by something, but I didn't expect that they had already entered the ghost town."

The village chief cried with joy and hurriedly raised his sleeves to wipe his tears, saying excitedly, "Thank you to the immortals for getting rid of the evil spirits in this city for us. People in several nearby villages have been frightened by this ghost town for generations. Now we can finally rest assured. From now on, the children can play without worry."

The other villagers gathered around, thanking her in a flurry, and some even knelt down to kowtow to her.

Yu Yi couldn't even help her up,

so she said hurriedly, "You don't have to bow to me. As cultivators, exorcising ghosts and catching monsters is our job, and it can also be considered a form of practice." The village chief wiped her tears and nodded frequently, agreeing with whatever she said, "The immortal is right. They must be tired after saving the souls of all the ghosts in this city. If you don't mind, please call your other fellow disciples and go to our village to rest for a while. I will arrange for someone to cook and set up a banquet to celebrate."

Yu Yi was a casual cultivator. Apart from his senior brother He beside him, he had no other fellow disciples. She waved her hands and said, "No, no, I'm just a casual cultivator, passing by here, just doing it casually, everyone don't have to be so polite."

The village chief asked in surprise: "Casual cultivator? Isn't the immortal from Zhaohua Palace?"

Yu Yi also blinked in surprise, and explained with a smile that she was a disciple of Taoist Qingxuan, and had no sect or school, and could never reach the level of a big immortal sect like Zhaohua Palace.

The people around looked at each other in surprise, and after being surprised, someone shouted: "That's right, every time the people from Zhaohua Palace come, they just tie some talismans, saying that they can suppress evil spirits, but I haven't seen them have the ability to solve this ghost town. Fairy lady is so capable, it must be that Zhaohua Palace is not up to you."

"That's right, Taoist Qingxuan can teach such a powerful disciple like you, he must be a great immortal."

"The fairy solved the disaster of the ghost town for us. When we go back, we will definitely build statues for the great immortal Qingxuan and the fairy, and burn three incense sticks to worship you every day. We will never worship that damn Zhaohua Palace again."

Seeing that everyone was talking more and more outrageous, the village chief shouted hurriedly: "Shut up, what nonsense are you talking about?" He raised his finger to the sky and said sternly, "Can you guys arrange the immortal gate at will?"

The village chief was quite majestic among the villagers in the surrounding area, and he stopped everyone with just one sentence.

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Yu Yi also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was too enthusiastic and it was a bit overwhelming. Besides, she didn't do anything extraordinary. She couldn't afford to build a statue, build a temple, and burn three incense sticks every day.

Unexpectedly, the village chief stopped everyone and turned to her and said, "But it is indeed necessary to build a statue for the fairy lady. May I ask what the fairy lady's Taoist name is so that we can also carve a plaque for her."

Yu Yi was simply laughing and crying. Seeing that it was really disrespectful, she thought about it again and again and said, "If you are really interested, please build a statue for my master. Without him, there would be no me today. My cultivation is still shallow, and I don't have the qualifications to be on the altar."

After she said this, everyone stopped.

Yu Yi took out a portrait from his storage bag. The man in the painting was holding a sword in one hand and a magic spell in the other. He was wearing a green Taoist robe and had a long beard.

He looked like a hermit. It was the self-portrait left by Taoist Qingxuan. There was a room in the bamboo forest secret realm, which was dedicated to the paintings of his master. The old man had painted many self-portraits of himself, from his youth in fine clothes and vigorous horses to his middle-aged age as in this painting. There were dozens or even hundreds of portraits for each stage.

Before leaving the secret realm, Yu Yi took one of the portraits and took it with him.

The village chief took the portrait with great piety and promised that people from the nearby villages would worship it sincerely. They also wanted to invite Yu Yi to a banquet in the village, but Yu Yi couldn't bear their enthusiasm and found an excuse to run away.

Xue Chenjing hid underground in the ghost town and reintegrated his tailbone into his body. This frail body finally regained some strength. He clenched his fists, his eyebrows raised, and his eyes were full of joy.

Countless transparent tentacles emerged from the shadows under his feet, leading him to climb up the broken rock wall and quickly out of the cracks in the underground palace.

When he came up to the ground and returned to the ruins of the ghost town, he happened to hear a long cry from Senior Brother He.

Xue Chenjing looked up, and the happy expression on his face suddenly died down and became gloomy again.

The fairy crane flapped its wings and flew away. As its wings flapped, a figure sitting on its back could be seen. Yu Yi was holding the Green Bamboo Sword, bathed in the bright sunshine, her sleeves fluttering, a string of pomegranate beads on her hair that was bright red, her dark hair flying in the wind.

She walked so cleanly and neatly. She had completely forgotten that she had a puppy.

Yu Yi had just left the ghost town when another group of monks rushed here.

The rapidly falling talisman light was like a meteor in the daytime, falling into the ghost town. It was the monks of Zhaohua Palace.

There were many monks coming this time, and one of them was the elder of Zhaohua Palace. Behind the elder was the eldest senior brother of Zhaohua Palace, Shen Qingzhi. Just looking at this scene, you can see how much they value this place.

Before the monks of Zhaohua Palace landed, they saw the talismans on all sides of the ghost city burnt to ashes. This barrier that suppressed the ghosts was not broken by force, but the ghosts in the city dissipated and the barrier naturally disintegrated.

Therefore, the people of Zhaohua Palace failed to notice it in the first time and arrived late.

The elder acted decisively. After landing, he noticed that the evil spirits in the ghost town had completely dissipated. He looked around and immediately ordered: "Lin Fang, take a few people to stop the villagers who have not gone far outside and ask them what happened here."

"Liu Yin, you take the rest of the people to carefully investigate the inside and outside of the ghost town to see if there is anything unusual."

Everyone took the order and left. The elder turned back and said to Shen Qingzhi: "Qingzhi, follow me."

Shen Qingzhi replied: "Yes, Elder Yan."

The two came to the withered locust tree in the center. Elder Yan leaned over with a heavy expression and picked up a yellow leaf. With just a slight force, the yellow leaf shattered in his hand and fell.

The locust tree was dead completely.

He shook off the broken leaves in his hand, looked at the collapsed pit next to the locust tree, and without further delay, he stepped on the bricks and jumped into the pit below. Shen Qingzhi followed him unconsciously.

Elder Yan waved his sleeves, and several talismans flew out of his sleeves and shot towards the collapsed bricks in front. The huge end wall and bricks were like floating leaves in the talisman light, and they moved away with a bang as Elder Yan waved his finger.

The two went all the way underground and soon arrived at the half-collapsed underground palace.

Shen Qingzhi turned his head and looked around, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He had been to this ghost town several times, but he never knew that there was such a space underground.

Elder Yan did not turn around, but seemed to be able to guess his thoughts and took the initiative to explain, "This is the former ancestral hall of the Ji family. It was originally hidden by a barrier."

He seemed familiar with this place. He only took a look at the extinguished lanterns everywhere, quickened his pace and ran straight towards the Circular Mound. When he saw the deep crack under the Circular Mound, he said, "Not good."

As he said that, his figure turned into a shadow and quickly escaped into the crack. Shen Qingzhi put down the lantern he had just picked up and jumped down.

A moment later, the two of them came out of the crack one after the other. Elder Yan had a serious expression, but Shen Qingzhi was a little confused and asked in confusion: "Elder, what is there underground?"

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coming out of the underground palace, a disciple came to report that he had found out from the villagers that there was a casual cultivator who had been here before. It was she who converted the evil spirits in the city, but this person had left half an hour ago.

Elder Yan immediately stepped out and ordered, "Bring those villagers here. I want to ask them in person."

When the Zhaohua Palace group left the ruins of the ghost town, a dozen chubby black bugs slowly crawled out from under the dense vines and leaves in the city. The black bugs took in all the scenes in the ghost town and disappeared silently.