This man was very polite. After some threats, he was like a bean, and he explained his old truth clearly.

Then he smiled flatteringly and looked carefully at Lin Qingyu with a calm face.

......

However, Lin Qingyu didn't expect that he would gain a lot of money when he was curious this time, which was a surprise.

This man in yellow was originally a weasel who had achieved enlightenment. After luckily entering the foundation-building stage, he followed a wolf demon in the Jade Liquid Stage named King Xiaoyue.

Originally, he was very glorious, and with his mind, he quickly occupied a place under the Throne of the Woyue.

Unfortunately, Cihang Pudu's old centipede spirit occupied the position of the national master and was called the Centipede King. Because his cultivation needs to be broken through, but he lacks accumulation, he is crazy and aims at King Xiaoyue, who is mainly practicing the power of Taiyin.

King Xiaoyue had just broken through the Jade Liquid Period for a few years. Although he had some skills, he was not the opponent of the old demon. After a shattering battle, he naturally even had his skin and flesh into the stomach of the old centipede monster.

The little monsters under the command of King Xiaoyue were naturally dead and scattered. The weasel was the confidant of King Xiaoyue, and it was inevitable that the old centipede demons would be taken care of by the old centipede demons. They barely escaped and were left with only one breath.

He escaped to this dilapidated general temple half-deadly, and after a few days of breath, he swallowed his anger.

The weasel, who originally thought that he would inevitably suffer from the suffering of reincarnation, discovered that after his soul left his body, an inexplicable attraction came from the statue of the god in the temple. Subconsciously, he controlled himself and crashed into the statue of the god.

When he woke up, he found that there was a mysterious talisman in his soul, and by chance he became the god worshipped by the General Temple.

However, after all, his cultivation is limited and he is a monster. Over the years, he has only refined the talisman to less than three points, and he can barely maintain his body and move freely near the General Temple.

After hearing this, Lin Qingyu nodded slightly. No wonder the yin energy, demonic energy, and incense energy here are entangled, so that's it.

But if he couldn't understand the method, the weasel wanted to completely refine the talisman, so some of them were rubbed.

Therefore, he smiled slightly and said to the weasel: "I have never harmed human life for you, but you are also a purely good demon. I am even more fortunate to get the God of the Tao and achieve half of the body of a god. The opportunity is not bad."

"You should tell me more about Cihang's affairs. If I am satisfied, I will help you to ascend to heaven and refine this talisman. How about it?"

The weasel was overjoyed, stared at Lin Qingyu with wide eyes, and said urgently: "The Taoist priest is serious, okay, okay, let me tell you this little."

"That Cihang Pudu, the Centiped King, was originally just a five hundred-year-old centipede demon with his intelligence, and it was difficult to transform. But later, he accidentally encountered a seriously injured and dying dragon snake demon king. After a sneak attack, he killed the dragon snake with his own toxins and swallowed his flesh and blood essence. Since then, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has also obtained a trace of dragon blood."

Seeing that Lin Qingyu was listening seriously, he did not dare to pause, and continued to say quickly and clearly: "Later, Cihang Pudu got the cultivation method of the eight Buddhist dragons from somewhere, and he was even more arrogant and harmed the same clans who had the blood of the dragon clan or could improve their cultivation."

Speaking of this, he had even more fear and resentment, but then he said in confusion: "It was just that the young man was trapped here later. I heard that the old demon actually became a national master and changed his name to Cihang Pudu."

Lin Qingyu ignored his question and asked, "How is the old demon's cultivation back then?"

The weasel did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly said, "When we attacked our king, we were already monsters in the late stage of Jade Liquid. Now, let alone forming demon pills, there is also a perfect Jade Liquid."

With a frown, Lin Qingyu was confused and thought: Even if he broke through to the Jade Liquid Stage, it would be possible to face a monster with a Jade Liquid that was perfect. It was a bit unlucky after forming a pill.

But everything still needs to be decided after the breakthrough is made.

Besides, you may not necessarily have to face the old demon. At present, this old centipede demon is determined to transform into a dragon, otherwise he would not have been crazy and killed so many dragon descendants, and he is so brave that he steals the dragon energy of the dynasty to practice.

The weasel frowned when he saw Lin Qingyu and said carefully: "Master, the young man knows so much. After all, he can only be trapped here for so many years, but the news of newcomers is insufficient."

Lin Qingyu nodded lightly: "Well, I am quite satisfied, I will never go back on my word."

After hearing this, the weasel was so happy that he knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your kindness."

After waved his hand, Lin Qingyu looked at the weasel and said lightly: "But I have something to say first. If you harm living things and oppress the people in the future, I will not let you go."

"There is no longer the matter of sucking yang energy, otherwise, if you are seen by other fellow Taoists, there will be many people who will not let you go."

There is no reason why weasels don’t listen. They nodded repeatedly and agreed immediately. After all, if there is a right way, who will go to the evil path?

The progress of the weasel's talisman refining is slow, because of its lack of cultivation, and the other is that its aura is not right. Over the years, it has only been a little bit of soft and hard to refine it.

Therefore, he said to him lightly: "First take Fu Zhao and I will take a look."

The weasel handed it over without hesitation, Lin Qingyu nodded secretly, and then paid attention to the complicated talisman in front of him.

A white jade talisman that is only the size of an adult's palm is painted with mysterious cloud patterns on it. In the middle, there are words written from the eighth-rank Heming Mountain General's position, emitting a faint red light.

Lin Qingyu activated his true energy and quickly took the talisman occupied by the weasel into his own control. He felt that an inexplicable force was blessed with him, slightly stronger than the early stage of foundation building, but less than the middle stage of foundation building. However, it was a bit empty. It was thought that it was because of the lack of incense. If the incense was in full bloom, it would be the limit that could reach the level of perfect foundation building.

Without feeling it carefully, Lin Qingyu only used his true essence to cleanse the talisman edict and retreated. Then he used the method of water and fire to purify the weasel's soul body.

In the end, it took nearly an hour to help him refine the talisman.

After taking control of Fu Zhao, the weasel was also considered a formal mountain patrol general.

Nowadays, the body of ghosts and gods is no different from that of ordinary people. The mortal body with the naked eye cannot tell anything at all, and with the power of incense, it can also show up in the daytime.

The weasel knelt down so gratefully that he couldn't stand up and said respectfully: "Thank you, Taoist, great kindness, the little demon cannot repay you!"

Lin Qingyu said calmly: "No need to do this, this is what you deserve. I just do it with you. You must remember that the responsibilities of being a god are good."

The weasel did not stand up and continued to respond respectfully: "Abide by the Taoist priest's teachings."

Lin Qingyu suddenly thought of something, and asked with a smile: "By the way, do you have a name?"

The weasel said shyly: "Return to Taoist priest, my colleagues called the young military advisor, but they didn't have a name."

With a smile on his eyes, Lin Qingyu said casually: "Since that's the case, I will give you a name. Look at Huang Shengzhi."

When the weasel heard this, he dared not say it was bad. Besides, he thought the name was good, so he was very happy and said excitedly: "Excellent, excellent, thank you for giving the name to Master!"

Nodded slightly, Lin Qingyu said to him lightly: "Okay, it's late at night, General Huang will return to his position."

Seeing Huang Shengzhi return to the statue, Lin Qingyu looked around everyone, then closed his eyes and rested without mentioning it.

......

The next morning.

When the people in the temple woke up, they felt weak all over. Although they were a little weird, they just thought that they had not had a good rest. Only the swordsman, who was confused about what happened last night, was glaring at him and looked around.

Seeing Lin Qingyu looking so full of energy, he looked at Lin Qingyu with sharp eyes and shouted, "Why are you okay?"

Looking at the swordsman's aggressive gaze, Lin Qingyu smiled leisurely and said warmly: "I have a good sleep all night, what can I do? This friend is so angry early in the morning. Do you want me to give you a pulse and take medicine?"

After hearing this, the swordsman was almost angry and smoked. Thinking about how powerless he was last night, it was like he was at the mercy of others, and he couldn't help but live and die. Now when he thinks about it, he is still very scared.

Seeing that the bull in front of him looked like he was fine, how could he not be suspicious? Even if he had nothing to do, he would have to release his anger. He would be rational and so on.

Therefore, he decisively drew his sword and slashed at Lin Qingyu's face. A flash of his feet, Lin Qingyu avoided it and said helplessly: "Oh, you are so unreasonable, why are you still hitting someone?"

The others had avoided this long ago, although they were wondering why this Taoist was so energetic, since someone stood up, they would be happy to watch the show.

The swordsman shouted angrily: "The bull's nose talks so much, it's too late if he doesn't draw the sword."

Lin Qingyu continued to say gentlely: "Oh, come again! The sword has no eyes, and it is always bad to hurt the flowers, plants and trees. What can I say? Brother, you have too much liver fire, so I'd better help me take a look."

As soon as the call came, the swordsman heard the blue veins on his face and became very manic, just attacking Lin Qingyu.

But he lost a lot of yang energy. Although the swordsman was not weak, he was still weak after all, so he could only stop helplessly and stared at Lin Qingyu and gasped.

Lin Qingyu said with a smile: "It looks great, you can discuss it quietly and save some effort, so as not to be laughed at by other friends."

The swordsman glanced coldly at the surroundings, looked at the four heroes of the martial arts world, and then snorted coldly before sitting down with his sword again.

But he was still unwilling to give up, but he didn't take action, but asked arrogantly: "That thing last night was obviously not ordinary. You Taoist priest have good skills, but you are fine, hum."

The other people were already curious and worried about their situation. At this moment, they couldn't help but hear the man with the child say, "In Xia Ningfeng, I wonder if I can tell you what happened last night, which made us all weak."

The swordsman said impatiently, and everyone was in an uproar, and he felt scared after a while. After all, it was obviously not a good thing.

At this time, they were looking at Lin Qingyu who was in no condition, as if they were just waiting for him to speak.
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