The evil spirits have surrendered!

Good news is flooding in from all directions.

The villagers rushed to tell each other and were very happy, and the gloom accumulated for many days was swept away.

When the news reached the castle, Fei Laocai was being supported by a maid to drink soup and medicine. He immediately felt better after hearing this.

"Let's go, let's support me and go visit the three masters."

An open space in the countryside is piled with firewood, poured with soybean and sesame oil, and surrounded by villagers.

There was a large tank in the middle, soaked in lifeless black water, with headless corpses immersed in it.

"Point!"

Fei Chengjun held the torch and lit the fire.

The fire roared up, burning into a piece in the blink of an eye, wrapping the vat inside.

The stagnant water was slightly turbulent, and the black water in the tank began to roll and boil, making bursts of screams.

The head of the flying head man has been destroyed, and the headless corpse left behind has become a walking zombie.

The villagers set fire to it, and the black water continued to evaporate. In the end, pieces of fire poured into it, burning the corpse black and shrinking.

In the end, the black water was exhausted and the headless corpse was burned into a pile of ashes.

Zhong Sheng stroked the red scarf and found that the surface was dry and clean, without any trace of black water.

Qingfeng Li looked away and marveled.

"Zhong Langjun, I didn't expect you to be the beloved nephew of the Ghost King."

It is no small matter that Ghost King Gun subdues him. No wonder Feitou Man drinks and hates it on the spot.

Zhong Sheng has an uncle who is a ghost king, which is beyond their expectations.

The Ghost King is a unique existence among ten thousand, and every one of them is a uniquely gifted existence.

"Ghost King Zhong Kui, when you return home, you need to find out whether there is such a hero in the underworld."

Qingfeng Li and Monk Min both had this idea in their hearts.

On the other side, Fei Chengjun led the villagers to burn Feitouman's remains to ashes.

"Thank you to the three masters, and please give me your name. We, the villagers, will surely pass on today's deeds forever."

After hearing this sentence, Zhong Sheng's mind was filled with the impassioned look of the storyteller.

Zhong Langjun kills the flying-headed barbarian, which is much more exciting than tearing apart ghosts in front of the grave.

"The poor Taoist breeze."

"Little Monk Xuanmin."

While we were talking, someone came to report, and Fei Laocai asked to see him.

When Zhong Sheng heard that it was this old guy, his eyes flashed with a fierce look, and murderous intent arose in his heart.

This old guy is not a good thing, so we might as well kill him.

"Master, Master!"

"Thank you for saving me."

Fei Laocai also stumbled to the scene, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Zhong Sheng's hands and thanked him.

"The leader of this clan has decided to erect a stone tablet in the ancestral hall and ask famous people to write articles about the righteous deeds of three people to ward off evil spirits."

This old guy is very cunning. He knows that evil spirits have entered the house, and he has done a lot of wrongdoing.

As long as he makes a big fanfare and publicizes that the people in his hometown, under the leadership of the master, are united to eradicate evil spirits, he can divert attention.

The more high-profile the publicity is, the easier it will be for the mistakes he made before to be hidden in the light.

Erection of monuments in ancestral halls and writings by famous writers?

Qingfeng Li and Monk Min almost salivated when they heard this. How could they look like a master at this moment?

Zhong Sheng was the calmest, because he had no idea what it meant?

Carving stone tablets to record them will be passed down to future generations for thousands of years and will be immortal, which is as useful as storytelling.

Even if the Fei family declines in the future, as long as the stone monument remains, the three of them will be remembered forever.

"You're too polite." Li Qingfeng took out the famous post, "This is the detailed information of Pindao. Make sure there is no mistake on the stone tablet."

"Please also mention the Iron Buddha Temple where the young monk was born." Monk Min was not willing to be lonely, and pulled Fei Laocai and said.

Zhong Sheng opened his mouth and shouted, "Fei Chengjun, come here."

Fei Chengjun walked up to Zhong Sheng, saluted him and clasped his fists.

"I am an outsider. I will be leaving soon. Let's get to know each other. Before I leave, I will do you a favor and kill this bad old guy!"

Zhong Sheng grabbed Fei Laocai, pointed a sword at his throat and cut him.

Fei Chengjun advised, "Fei Laocai's crime is not worthy of death. He was confused for a while. His son is a general in the Tang army. If we kill him, our family will be in great trouble."

That’s all, it can be saved for a while, but not forever.

Zhong Sheng nodded and looked at him seriously, "You will regret it."

He turned to Fei Laocai and said, "Fei Laocai, I like it very much that you can build a monument for us and make us famous."

"But if you use your name to exploit the villagers, causing them to complain and tarnishing the reputation of the three of us, then Mr. Zhong Langjun will be unhappy and the consequences will be serious."

Zhong Sheng shook the ancient sword, and the cold light hit Fei Laocai's face, "One day, even if Zhong is far away, he will rush here and cut off your dog's head."

"Did you hear that?"

Fei Laocai was startled. When he exhaled, his beard brushed the edge of the sword and broke off. He was so frightened that he lost his mind.

"Don't dare."

Fei Laocai's face turned earth-colored and he repeatedly begged for mercy.

Facing the murderous man in front of him, he didn't dare to mention any small things.

Fei Chengjun clasped his fists at Zhong Sheng on the side, "Brother, don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on him, this old guy won't dare to do anything bad."

He is now completely convinced by Zhong Sheng.

Li Qingfeng and Monk Min were stunned, their faces were slightly red, and they were quite ashamed.

That night, they declined Fei Laocai's banquet and had a simple dinner at Fei Chengjun's house.

Early the next morning, the three of them set off in an ox cart.

I couldn't leave without leaving. That night, the villagers came to visit me one by one, sending eggs, cloth shoes, and sugar cakes to express their gratitude.

Although the space of the bullock cart is large, it cannot accommodate the enthusiasm of the villagers.

Zhong Sheng and Li Qingfeng, the monks, hugged their knees and sat among the piles of debris.

"Mr. Zhonglang, I am ashamed.

"As a practitioner, I regard fame and wealth as poison. I can avoid the profit, but I cannot avoid the fame."

"Of course, monks are even worse, with both fame and fortune."

"If you hadn't warned me, I would have been deceived by Fei Laocai and become his accomplice."

Li Qingfeng had served as a county magistrate, and he knew the methods of these squires. Building bridges and roads, erecting monuments and temples were all superficial means. In the final analysis, they still wanted to exploit the villagers and enrich themselves.

"Old man is not a good person. If he shows his courtesy for nothing, he will do no good."

"Don't worry about it!

Zhong Sheng didn't take it seriously and asked, "I helped the Tang army capture the city and killed the skinned ghost. Can I also write it in the storytelling?"

Qingfeng Li shook his head, "No."

Zhong Sheng is anxious, why not?

"You have also noticed that among the storytelling industry, the deeds of this dynasty and previous dynasties are kept secret."

"Especially when it comes to the government and the military, you can't make it up at will."

"After all, many of the parties involved are still alive and in high positions of power, and just one report will put your whole family in legal action."

"Therefore, most of the historical romances are based on ancient events, and rarely refer to the present."

"For example, if we attack a county town, it must be because the Tang army was brave and good at fighting. How can we make a name for you, a commoner?"

"Are you a skinned ghost? Not many people know about it, and it involves the Luoyang War, so it can't be spread outside."

Monk Min said nothing, patted Zhong Sheng on the shoulder, and advised him not to be too sad.

Zhong Sheng was in a bad mood, so he promised to tell two wonderful stories: "Zhong Langjun defeated the city with a single sword" and "Zhong Langjun defeated the skinned ghost in a group".

Was it stillborn?
Chapter completed!