The plague god is the disease god.

This god who is often scolded has left many records in the history of the world, and his incarnation of the world is also very famous, including Zhang Yuanbo, Zhang Yuanda, Liu Yuanda, Zhao Gongming, Zhong Rengui, and the general manager of the history and literature of the middle plague. These five people are collectively called the Five Plague Gods or the Five Ghost Envoys. People in the world often worship them and pray that they will not be infected with diseases and plagues all year round.

But in fact, the plague gods and mold gods are no different. They are both ignorant and unpredictable forces. Even if they have incarnations and walks in the world, they are still free from sorrow or joy.

Just by praying for worship, do you want to be protected? It is impossible.

Ling Yunzhi has a wealthy life and a stable pulse. Everything shows that he is normal, but it is because of his normality, in the reality that has happened, that just shows his abnormality.

The old Taoist priest and Zhou Jiuyi squatted on the ground. The performance of the Mold God's talisman on his disciple just now was enough to explain everything.

God cannot attack and suppress each other because Ling Yunzhi was selected by the plague god, so the talisman of the bad god Gaozhao was invalid on him.

The reason why the talisman turned into pieces of ashes was the manifestation of the mutual cancellation between divine powers.

He is already mine.

That's probably what it means.

"Old Taoist, please change your disciple." Zhou Jiuyi could only comfort the old Taoist priest who was in tears.

The old Taoist didn't say anything. The old Taoist wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

"Actually, I'm surprised." Zhou Jiuyi stumbled and sat on the ground without any image, crossing his legs, like a real old tea farmer: "Where is your disciple, and you have to pay so much?"

The old Taoist priest did not maintain his image at this time, and there were no outsiders here anyway.

He imitated Boss Zhou and sat on the ground, frowning: "Boss Zhou, you and I have known each other for hundreds of years. You know me."

"Yes, yes," Boss Zhou nodded: "I remember the first time we met, when the human race and the demon race planned to draw a contract. We only met when you came to the teahouse to run errands."

The old Taoist also thought about the first time they met, and thoughtfully said: "So, you know which Taoist sect I am, right?"

"You Taoist people always have to lay so much groundwork for what they say. They can't even talk for a long time." Zhou Jiuyi said impatiently: "Please talk well."

"When people get old, they are easy to recall the past." The old man was not embarrassed at all, and spread his hands calmly: "We humans are not like your demon clan. If I can live to this age, I can apply for the Guinness record of Rauss. You must be more tolerant of me."

"Okay, okay, please tell me quickly?"

The old Taoist began to recall: "We Taoism govern with inaction, and based on nature. We think about the balance of heaven and earth. To put it bluntly, let it go, but we don't think so."

"Nothingness, things, keep one, weak, pure and simple." Zhou Jiuyi was bored and wrote these words on the ground, and wiped them off after writing: "Your school, let alone ordinary people, even the orthodox Taoist sects are now, I'm afraid I don't know that there is still your school, which is really 'pure and simple'."

"This is just one of them," the old Taoist nodded and said seriously: "Although ours, although in that war in the world, has always been self-sufficient and not known to outsiders, the most important reason is that we still shoulder other responsibilities."

"What?" This was the first time Zhou Jiuyi knew that there were other missions on the old Taoist.

"We issue early warnings before the catastrophe, and we charge forward when the war comes."

The old Taoist murmured to himself, and turbid tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"We are the last line of defense given to the human race by Taoism."

"You can call us Nightwatchers."

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The old Taoist priest has been observing the child for a long time.

People have become demons after living for a long time. After living for so long, the old Taoist has long seen through the world and just thought about playing in the world.

This child has new diseases every day, either headache or stomachache. His legs are swollen today and his hands are blue tomorrow. At the most exciting time, he actually got 7 diseases at the same time. It’s such a tenacious life.

The old Taoist priest watched coldly. Sometimes he was the old man watching the fun on the road, sometimes he was the patient queuing in the hospital, and sometimes he was the security guard at the entrance of the kindergarten.

The old Taoist is everywhere. He became a little curious about the child, but he never faced the child.

What a joke, what if he sees the child's face and wants to meddle in other people's business?

The old Taoist bet with himself whether this unlucky child could live for a week.

The child was lingering in sick bed all day, but when it got better, he urged to go to school. His parents were crying, but they still refused his request.

In this way, the child withered day by day, his body quickly lost weight, and the glitter in his eyes was about to disappear.

The old Taoist priest was struggling that the child was always at home and he couldn't show up next to him. So why would he bet with himself?

So the old Taoist priest lay down on the window and worked outside the altitude of the 18th floor, pretending to be a passing spider-wiping glass.

"Grandpa, can you help me pick a flower?"

Originally, the old Taoist priest just wanted to take a look and left. The child was so sick that he was sleeping for most of the time. He wouldn't be so unlucky. He happened to be when the child was awake, right?

But this is how things develop. The more you don’t want something to happen, the more you will see.

The child stopped the old Taoist, he was already confused and thought he was still dreaming.

"Uh...why are you going to do? The flowers don't want you to pick them!" Old Dao lowered his head and didn't want to look at the child when he pulled the unnutritional words.

"I may be dying." The child's small voice seemed to hit the old Taoist's heart, which was so dull that it sounded uncomfortable: "My mother has a birthday in one week, and I probably can't catch up. She likes flowers. I want to give her one so that she won't be sad."

The old Taoist priest didn't expect the child to say this and subconsciously looked up.

So the old eyes met the young eyes.

At that moment, the gears of fate slowly turned, so the old Taoist knew that the inexplicable interest and the moving heart of a week were all for this moment.

He found his successor.

"No, Old Taoist." Zhou Jiuyi interrupted the old Taoist's memory when he heard this: "You don't have only such an apprentice, but there is another one named? What kind of virtue?"

"It's Yide." The old Taoist corrected Zhou Jiuyi and nodded: "Yide is indeed a talented person, but he is not the night watchman who inherited my identity."

[Author’s off-topic]: Next, we are going to start the plot. If you don’t understand anything, you can discuss the settings with me in the group, but don’t ask me about the plot on purpose. The author’s mouth is not stricter than the new Spider-Man. Be careful of spoilers and start with me!
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