"What exactly does Master like about him?"

Inside the cowhide tent, Wei Wu sipped the tea from the cup and stared at Qin He who was busy lighting fires outside the tent, puzzled.

Master issued copper coins on his own, which dates back to five years ago.

How can this obviously insane guy be so virtuous?

"Brother Wei, do you want me to go over and ask him to be more honest?" A young corpse-burner of similar age approached Wei Wu and asked.

Wei Wu pondered for a moment and shook his head, "Let him go. There is nothing wrong with making a scene. It will prevent everyone from dozing off, and it will also cheer up the vigilant brothers. The plague in Fang County this time is very unusual. The arrest team

Found some not-so-good stuff.”

The young cremator nodded and went out to make arrangements.

…

"Oh oh oh~~"

The east will be white, and a loud rooster's crow pierces the dark morning and dusk.

The corpse cremators that were finished burning were extinguished one after another, and the remaining corpses were added with fuel and firewood to speed up the process.

It is a tradition passed down from the corpse-burning industry to not burn corpses until the rooster crows. After a busy night, it is time for the corpse-burners to rest.

Qin He shoveled the hot ashes off the corpse cremator and stopped the furnace.

The food sent by Feiyuwei, white flour steamed buns, three per person.

The quantity is not large but the size is large enough that ordinary people can eat enough.

It doesn't matter what kind of work you do when you follow these people who eat the royal rations, you will never be treated unfairly when it comes to food and drink.

Fang County, a place where birds don't poop, can actually eat white flour.

The cremators were naturally excited.

Landlords and rich people can't eat white flour every day, but ordinary people can have one meal, even if it's the Chinese New Year.

Wei Wu took advantage of the heat to encourage the cremators, which was probably the clichés used to fool fools into working hard.

Qin He was disgusted by what he heard. He swallowed the steamed buns in his stomach three times and sorted out the harvest of the night.

How to say.

A mixed blessing.

What's worrying is that the quality of the rewards is really poor, so many corpses really make me feel lonely.

No.

The suppression of this soul-sucking lamp made Qin He angry.

Fortunately, quality is not enough for quantity.

The inner strength has been increased for fifteen years, and the Taoist practice has been increased for twenty years.

Based on the above, the inner strength has exceeded one hundred and fifty years, and the Tao has also passed one hundred and twenty years.

There is only one skill: Sparrow Footwork

Sparrow Footwork: Learn this footwork and you will be as nimble as a sparrow, jumping around and showing off your magical powers in every inch.

It's a pretty good skill. The deceased was a private school teacher. He taught for half his life. He can't be said to have all the students in the world, but he also taught a lot of brilliant people. With his special status and his explosive personality, he became famous.

Such a skill.

It just has a rustic name, sparrow footwork, and no momentum at all.

Look at other people's Xianjie footwork and Tianxuan footwork. Just listening to them makes you look great.

I can't even pick a name, so I don't seem to have any culture.

But overall, the harvest was so-so and passable.

Qin He's dissatisfaction was purely caused by the huge gap between the expectations before departure.

After working all night, more than sixty corpses were ordered, and everyone who watched the shadow puppet performance was almost nervous and yawned all the time, just to get such a small reward.

"Tsk, I have to think of a way. I'm so worried about losing money."

Qin He lay down on his back, but before he could think of any solution, he fell asleep because he was too sleepy.

…

The Xianyun Temple in Puyun Mountain, which is twenty miles away, is becoming increasingly popular.

Those who were sick and those who were not sick all went to worship the mountain gods, because the mountain gods here were very spiritual, and they only needed to sincerely worship to receive blessings. Although many people still died, they were all dishonest people.

If you are not sincere and still want to pray to the mountain god for protection, that is called wishful thinking and you deserve to die.

The people were ignorant and ill-educated. They did not understand that the plague was spread from person to person at close range. They only believed that they were cursed by the god of plague. Only by praying for protection could they avoid disaster.

The more people gather, the more people gather, and the more people gather, the more people gather.

After tens of thousands of people praying for protection, they washed themselves at the waterside and faced the rising sun, shouting in worship. Everyone looked respectful and pious.

A main statue and eighteen sub-gods are arranged along the mountain for people to worship.

Some people fight for a better position and even spend money on buying and selling.

The main statue in the temple shines brightly and twinkles in the sound of the mountain, as if it is coming to life, dazzling and spectacular.

If you look carefully, you will see that the statue has pointed ears, pointed cheeks, and two wings on its back, but it is not a human god.

I don’t know where the mountain spirits and water monsters are here to enjoy the temple and gather merit.

At this time, outside Puyun Mountain, a plainclothes Flying Fish Guard team emerged from the thick morning fog. They were heavily guarded. Everyone held their breath and a group of birds flew to the treetops without noticing the people below.

.

The first person had a high forehead and deep eye sockets. His face was a little thin, but his eyes were very sharp. There seemed to be two points of fire dancing in the depths of his pupils.

This person is Yu Wenjing, the Qianhu officer of the Feiyu Guards’ Thousand Persons Apprehension Team.

Known as the God of Iron Mace, there are countless evil and evil thieves who fell into his hands.

An ancestral iron dragon mace, which can kill people and kill Buddhas.

Four years ago, a water monster circled the Tonghui River Bend, blocking the canal and eating people without any plan.

The God of the Iron Fan captured the horse and beheaded the water demon with one man and one boat, and his reputation instantly grew.

More than two hundred people from the arrest team came out in full force and hunkered down in the woods for the present day.

After a while, an agile figure walked quickly from a short distance away, making no sound and not even disturbing the birds on the tree.

This man came to Yu Wenjing's side, cupped his fists and bowed: "Master Qianhu, it has been found out that the original temple immortal of Xianyun Temple has disappeared. The one who occupies this place is a bat demon with unknown strength. There are a group of

About forty bandits serve as his subordinates at his command."

Yu Wenjing's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said in a cold voice: "The brave bat monster dares to openly spread the plague and gather merit privately. Send the order, one team, two teams, and three teams will follow me to sneak into the temple to kill the monsters. The fourth team and the fifth team will be held back.

Complete the task of eradicating evil."

"yes!"

Everyone under his command took orders.

Not long after, more than 200 people from the Thousand-Man Arrest Team scattered out, holding the words "Avoidance" in their mouths, and sneaked into the crowd of worshippers, heading towards the Xianyun Temple on the top of the mountain.

Viewed from a high altitude, they are well-trained, their formations cover each other, and they are quite organized.

Yu Wenjing, wearing coarse linen clothes, led the way.

But at this moment, a sharp sneer suddenly sounded.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie... The iron mace god captured Yu Wenjing, and I have admired his name for a long time."

The expressions of all the flying fish guards changed. This voice had a confusing sound, and the direction was unclear. It sounded like it came from all directions.

It must be the bat demon. The demon body has not yet appeared, but it has already seen everything.

"The bold evildoer spreads the plague and collects merits privately. His crimes are not punishable, but he still shows up obediently." Yu Wenjing stopped walking and slowly pulled out the Iron Dragon Magic Mace behind his back.

The Iron Dragon Divine Mace was completely black, and with a jolt of internal energy, it actually made a sound of dragon roar, causing the strong wind to blow Yu Wenjing's linen clothes loudly.

"What an iron dragon weapon. Yuwen Qianhu is so majestic, but I also have a trick. If you can defeat us, let's see who we are. If you can't, Jie Jie Jie Jie..." The demon bat's impudent voice sounded again.

After Yu Wenjing finished speaking, he noticed that the people around him who were worshiping suddenly became silent. They all stood up and turned around, facing the flying fish guards, with red light gradually oozing out of their eyes.

The expressions of everyone in the Feiyu Guards changed drastically, and a member of the household exclaimed: "No, these worshipers have been deceived."

"Evil magic, mind-deceiving ritual?"
Chapter completed!