Was that Lord Dangmo Zhenjun just now? Have you ever heard him say thank you to a mortal?
The practitioners in the distance watched from a distance and did not dare to get close at all.
At that time, General Qin walked out of the City God's Temple, his steps were light and he didn't feel as energetic as before.
He looks like a hollowed-out seeker.
There are no ghost servants around him anymore, simply because from now on, there will be no ghost gates to open in the land of China. Keeping them around will actually harm them.
"Brother Xu, what did Master Zhenjun say just now?"
Xu Ping took a deep breath to calm down, and then smiled and said: "He said you did this well and praised us."
General Qin then laughed and murmured: "I hope the chaos in the underworld can be calmed down as soon as possible."
"What's the trouble?"
Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu said in unison.
General Qin hesitated for a moment and said: "It's nothing. It's just that there are too many ghosts waiting to be reincarnated in Fengdu, the underworld, and something happened."
Xu Ping nodded slightly, he still couldn't care about the affairs of the underworld.
If you ask why, the person is not dead yet.
After a few more pleasantries, General Qin walked towards the group of practitioners with a smile, "Everyone, it's over for tonight. Thank you fellow Taoists for your help. If you need anything in the future, I will do my best."
This promise from the City God is extremely precious.
You must know that General Qin is the city god of the provincial capital. Not to mention his prosperity, his ability and conduct are naturally extremely high.
"City God, you're welcome."
"We practitioners should help ourselves."
"It's just... I feel a little ashamed. There aren't many things that lower-class people can do."
As they were talking, someone started to ask: "Master Cheng Huang, I would like to take the liberty to ask where the young man over there is from and which mountain gate he comes from?"
The city god had his own household registration information for the people in the area, but General Qin knew that this was Xu Ping's privacy, so how could he tell others at will.
"You are indeed quite presumptuous. This is beyond words."
The person who asked the question paused for a moment and smiled with shame on his face: "I'm just being presumptuous."
Although he said this, General Qin was also extremely curious. Judging from his place of origin, he was just the shopkeeper of a coffin shop in Renjia Town.
How come you have such great ability, and you are actually on the line with Lord Zhenjun... Could it be the reincarnation of some powerful person?
Or...it was Lord Zhenjun who arranged for him to be reincarnated and purge the world.
Thinking about it, he felt that it was extremely possible. After all, he had never seen Lord Zhenjun show such kindness to a mortal.
With this in mind, General Qin walked over subconsciously, "Hey, brother Xu, you and Lord Zhenjun..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly became alert.
No, you absolutely can't ask. Since even I, the city god, don't know, then it's definitely a secret.
It is not a qualified subordinate to ask about the arrangements of the boss.
Xu Ping was stunned for a moment, wondering why this man was half-sentence: "What happened to Mr. Zhenjun and me?"
General Qin shook his head and smiled awkwardly. He looked around and said: "It's nothing. Your friends are all very well. No one was hurt."
Okay, why bother with them... Although Xu Ping thought this way, he still thanked him: "Thank you, General Qin."
The three members of the Yang family, plus shopkeeper Li, were all in the wing of the City God's Temple. In order to avoid affecting their outlook on life, Xu Ping had already had the paper man knock them out.
"Little Hua, where is my apprentice? Why is he missing?"
Suddenly, a scream came from the side. Xu Ping and General Qin frowned slightly and looked over.
Even the people in the distance who were about to leave were attracted by his cry.
Uncle Jiu was seen looking anxious, looking around in circles, as if looking for someone.
Suddenly, he raised his head again and stared at the night above his head, shouting out loud: "It can't be that she has a lot of yin energy, so she has been sucked away as a ghost."
You have a rich imagination... Xu Ping covered his face and was speechless, saying that he kicked her into his room and she was sleeping soundly now.
Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiao Xu, you are still thoughtful. If Xiao Hua is here, maybe she will be sucked away."
"Haha, Brother Xu is already smart." General Qin took advantage of every opportunity and flattered him.
No matter whether your guess is right or not, flattery is definitely correct.
The three of them were walking and chatting. They planned to go to the Chenghuang Temple to drink and celebrate and talk all night long.
Suddenly I saw a person coming out from the front and greeted Uncle Jiu, his voice trembling with excitement: "Brother, it turns out it's you. Junior brother almost didn't recognize it?"
At this time, Uncle Jiu's hair was half gray due to the previous Wutong Shen, and he looked much older.
If you haven't seen someone for a long time or don't know them well, it may be difficult to recognize them.
Xu Ping took a look and realized that this man should be around thirty years old. He was neither Four Eyes nor Qianhe.
"Junior Brother Fu, it turns out you are here too."
There was a hint of joy on Uncle Jiu's face, which diluted the sadness of seeing his senior brother's soul disappear.
Senior brothers haven't seen each other for a long time, so naturally they have something to say.
Xu Ping and General Qin entered the City God's Temple first, while Uncle Jiu stayed at the door and chatted with this junior brother.
As for why they didn't come together, the owner here is General Qin. He hasn't spoken yet, so it's hard for others to invite him.
If you are not part of the same circle, blending in will inevitably lead to embarrassment.
…
The next day, the sky was bright.
But in the circle of practitioners, there is a name that blows all over the land of China like the spring breeze tonight.
Xu Ping!
After just one night of fermentation, it became completely popular in the practice circle.
The great disciple of Maoshan was killed by hand.
These practitioners also don’t like Western gadgets, otherwise they would definitely bring a camera to record all the scenes that night.
With the shouts coming and going from the docks and the cries of vendors in the market, the provincial capital finally woke up after a night of silence.
A one-night curfew is not a big deal to the people in the provincial capital.
Maybe it's a gang fight in the city, or maybe a warlord has entered the city. Everyone has long been accustomed to this kind of thing.
After a night of purging, there were no more ghosts, big or small, in the provincial capital, and everything was illuminated by the bright morning light.
Under the bright universe, all living beings have various appearances.
The laborers on the dock came to work early in the morning, carrying the goods on their backs as if they were carrying their own lives.
The second generation rich man who came out of the brothel walked towards his home with frivolous steps and yawned.
Two figures stood on the pier, facing the sea and welcoming the morning glow.
Xu Ping stood on the pier, looking at the surging water, "Uncle Jiu, when I saw you drinking last night, you were very worried. If you have anything unhappy, tell me and I will make it happy."
Uncle Jiu glared at him angrily, and got used to the kid next to him, who would do some extra work from time to time.
"Hey, do you know what my junior brother said to me last night?"
"Ah?!" Xu Ping had a gloomy look on his face and guessed: "Isn't it going to cause some trouble?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
Uncle Jiu's voice was a little louder, but suddenly he became depressed again: "It's my disciple Maoshan..."
"What happened to Maoshan?"
"You killed Maoshan's eldest disciple in public, and I was also present, and I still stand with you. I have to go to the master's door to give an explanation."
Gu Xin
Xu Ping looked surprised and asked puzzledly: "Isn't Shi Jian's crime already revealed? Isn't it possible that the crime will not lead to death?"
Uncle Jiu shook his head and said earnestly: "Senior brother has done so many evil deeds, of course there is only one word for death."
"But, it's not like this, do you understand?"
"Senior Brother's crime is only one word of death, but after being reminded by Junior Brother last night, I suddenly remembered it."
"Master, uncle, uncle, and others, there is no guarantee that they will not be unhappy with you because of this..."
Xu Ping pondered for a while and then asked tentatively: "Uncle Jiu, do you mean that those old guys in Maoshan will think that I slapped Maoshan in the face?"
Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment and said nothing, which was his acquiescence.
Xu Ping didn't know what to say. At that time, his blood surged and his youthful temperament surged into his heart. He just wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, but he didn't think much about it.
Moreover, after killing Shi Jian, he indeed received a reward that he had longed for——
Three Pure Taoist Books!
No matter from any aspect, he felt that he was not wrong in killing him, but he just didn't care about Maoshan's face.
That's true, but so what.
You have a scum in Maoshan, why don't you allow others to kill you?
If you really want to find trouble with me for this reason, then I will not tolerate you.
"I plan to take Xiaohua back to Maoshan in the next few days to report this matter. I hope..."
When Uncle Jiu said this, he sighed: "Oh, forget it, let's wait until I get back to Maoshan. I believe that Master and Uncle will not take their anger out on you."
After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Xu Ping immediately fell into deep thought. He was considering whether it was necessary to go to Maoshan with Uncle Jiu.
After thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was not necessary, but he said: "Uncle Jiu, please don't lower yourself too much because of me."
Uncle Jiu nodded thoughtfully, patted Xu Ping on the shoulder, and laughed: "You did well last night, but those last few words were still a bit impulsive and could easily put yourself in danger."
It is definitely necessary to kill chickens to scare monkeys... Xu Ping thought in his mind and said directly: "It doesn't matter, what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger."
In this Dharma-ending era, my forty years of practice, not to mention becoming the best and invincible in the world, are just a small group of people on the pyramid.
Just come, don’t be afraid!
…
Yanyu Tower.
On the top floor of the attic, Lei Gong leaned on the railing and looked out. Where he looked was in the direction of the City God's Temple.
Last night, he had already investigated that Li Qinghe was in the Chenghuang Temple.
Moreover, it was not just him, but also two girls, who were suspected to be members of the White Lotus Sect.
After learning this information, he was instantly furious. No one could let the Black Tiger Gang bleed without giving anything.
At that moment, he took his hundreds of gang members and headed towards the City God's Temple.
But halfway, in the distance, he saw many ghosts in the dark clouds.
But in front of the black clouds, a young man walked towards the City God's Temple without changing his expression or blinking his eyes, carrying a ghostly shadow.
With his fat body, he turned around nimbly and ran back to Yanyu Tower with his men in one breath.
Everyone in the Black Tiger Gang looked at their gang leader in bewilderment, ran back to his den, and had no choice but to disperse.
Thinking of the scene he saw last night, the gang leader was sweating profusely again, with a doubt lingering in his heart.
When did such an awesome person appear in the provincial capital?
After pondering for a moment, he went all the way down into the study room, reached out on the bookshelf, and turned the ornament of a descending black tiger.
"Gah——"
On the wall next to the bookshelf, a stone door suddenly opened.
Lei Gong hurriedly walked in. Suddenly, a tiger roar came from the dark secret room.
"Roar-"
Instantly, he was faced with a strong, smelly wind that made him unable to open his eyes. The wind stung his eyes.
On weekdays, Lei Gong, who always puts on the airs of being a gang leader, bends down and salutes as soon as he comes in, showing great respect: "Sir Tiger, I didn't disturb your rest."
In the darkness, a cold voice came: "I'm not a cat, I don't get that much sleep."
"Tell me, why did you come to see me?"
Lei Gong said respectfully: "Sir Tiger, it's like this..."
Immediately afterwards, he told all about the current predicament the Black Tiger Gang was encountering and the scene he saw last night.
Not wanting to just say this, a fierce tiger suddenly jumped out of the darkness. It was tall, standing up to three meters high.
This fierce tiger has jet black hair with purple stripes all over its body, and its forehead is also a strange purple color, forming a "king".
"A hundred ghosts walk at night, what happened?" Black Tiger muttered to himself, speaking human words.
Lei Gong stood beside him without saying a word, but his body was still shaking a little.
This was not because he was afraid, but because the aura brought by the black tiger spirit made him worship him involuntarily.
"I think this matter is too unbelievable, so I came here to tell Mr. Tiger, and I wanted to ask..."
"Is that person something we can deal with?"
The black tiger spirit glanced sideways at him and sneered: "With your current weak Taoist skills, if you pass by, you may not even be able to touch the corners of other people's clothes."
Lei Gong lowered his head and asked: "What about you, Mr. Tiger?"
"..."
This is the purpose of his coming here.
The black tiger spirit in front of him was something he encountered accidentally in the mountains when he was still a boy.
At that time, the black tiger was seriously injured and almost died. It was he who found herbs and revived the black tiger spirit.
From then on, Lei Gong followed the black tiger spirit to practice the demonic method, but when people practiced the demonic method, there were many problems.
But he didn't take this matter to heart. For him, practicing this thing was of no use.
It's nothing more than a tool to control power and amass wealth.
Until he used a black tiger claw to forcefully carve out his own world at the dock.
He simply forgot about cultivation and focused on making money.
The Black Tiger Gang suffered heavy losses one after another, and several adopted sons died tragically. He must step forward and regain his morale.
I never thought that I would find the person, but I found out early in the morning that those people actually knew this young man.
That's why he came to seek help from the Black Tiger Spirit. In Thunder Gong's eyes, the tiger in front of him was omnipotent.
As soon as the Black Tiger Spirit heard what he said, he knew that the man in front of him wanted to solve this problem for him again.
This is also the method used by one person and one tiger for decades.
Of course, he didn't do it in vain.
The members of the Black Tiger Gang do not worship Mr. Guan, nor do they worship anyone. They only worship the Black Tiger Gang’s totem, a tiger descending from the mountain.
It is precisely because of this that it will be here to draw incense day and night.
"It's not unusual for one person to scare ghosts..." Thinking of this, the Black Tiger Gang cautiously asked: "Have you ever seen clearly the appearance and specific number of those ghosts?"
Ghosts with different body shapes naturally have different strengths.
He couldn't tell the difference between this Thunder God, but he just took a closer look and ran back in a hurry.
"I didn't see this clearly. I think it should be at least a thousand, right?" Lei Gong expressed his guess.
When the Black Tiger Spirit heard that there were only a few thousand, he said scornfully: "I thought they were so powerful. I can swallow up thousands of evil ghosts in one bite."
"Tell me what that man looks like and where he is at this moment, and I will go and eat him alive."