Xu Ping walked to the yard, stretched out, took a closer look, and thought to himself that this paper man was really working hard.
Two coffins stood nearby, waiting for the two unlucky men.
He glanced approvingly at the paper workers who were working and saw that they were doing a good job. Then he took off the door panel and walked out.
At this moment, the sky has just darkened, and the pedestrians and vendors on the road have not completely dispersed.
He just walked out of the door and came face to face with a man wearing a short collar, who was brought by Wang Yuanwai during the day.
"Master Xu."
The man stood in front of Xu Ping and greeted him politely.
Xu Ping frowned slightly: "Is something wrong?"
The man looked around, took two steps closer, and lowered his voice: "My master asked me to inform you that Boss Zhao Yifa in this town and Shopkeeper Sun from the grocery store next to him may be unfavorable to you."
Xu Ping's face instantly darkened. Was he being targeted for sending me wood?
"Where are the others?"
The man replied truthfully: "The master has left overnight."
After pondering for a moment, he smiled lightly and said, "In that case, thank you for me."
The man responded and was about to leave. Xu Ping suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Wait a minute."
With that said, he hurriedly returned to the shop, took out a stack of palm-sized paper figurines, wrapped them in a cloth bag, handed them to the man, and said: "Take this back and give it to Yuan Wang, and tell him that if there is an emergency,
If the situation arises, just scatter these paper figures and shout my name loudly."
The man didn't know why, but he nodded to show his understanding, then took the package and left in a hurry.
Looking at the man's retreating figure, a cold light appeared in Xu Ping's eyes.
Boss Zhao, I am petty and will retaliate for my anger.
You have to be prepared.
At this moment, a protrusion was twisting under the clothes around Xu Ping's waist.
As if feeling that his master's anger level was rising, Dahei twisted his body restlessly, with the idea of rushing out to vent his anger on his master's behalf.
Xu Ping patted the bug wrapped around his waist.
"Don't move around. It won't be good if people see me. They think I'm just that big."
The Gu insect that was connected to his soul gradually became silent, as if to say, OK, I will give Big Brother a face and bite him to death later.
…
When the moon was rising, Xu Ping came to Yizhuang, but was surprised to find that Uncle Jiu was not there.
But the corpse stitcher, Mr. Lin, was there, sitting alone in the yard, puffing away smoke.
Look at the cigarette box placed on the pony next to it. On it is a foreign friend holding a machete, Laodao brand cigarettes.
Xu Ping walked over. When Mr. Lin saw it was him, he picked up the cigarette case and handed it over, "Want one?"
Xu Ping waved his hand, glanced at the back room, and asked, "Are you alone?"
"Hiss!" Mr. Lin took a sip and nodded: "Well, I'm done with my work. Next, Lao Jiu will be busy."
It seems that more than ten corpses, including Mr. Ren, have been sewn together. This old man is very agile.
It has been almost twelve hours since I left my shop yesterday. No wonder I use this thing to refresh myself.
Xu Ping has already decided to find the Wutong God and kill him.
This time I came here to explore Uncle Jiu's tone.
In fact, there is no need to inquire, it is just a notification and everyone will work together to create a better future.
"Then next, should we just focus on dealing with the Five Powers God?" Xu Ping asked.
Mr. Lin took another sip until the butt of the cigarette burned to his hands and he couldn't bear to throw it away. He took two strong puffs and then said excitedly: "You agreed to help?"
Xu Ping nodded: "Just do your best."
Mr. Lin stood up abruptly, stirring up the atmosphere around him. The smell of smoke covered his body, and he patted his shoulder and laughed loudly, saying: "I knew I was right. He can bear the sign of peace in the world.
People will definitely not sit idly by."
"Don't!"
Xu Ping waved his hand and said, "Don't praise me. I didn't put up that sign. It was there when I was a kid."
At this point, he pondered slightly and continued: "Besides, the words of world peace are too empty, too empty, and too false. They are just words on the lips. How can we treat them as ideals? Isn't that a fool?
.”
Mr. Lin looked amused: "I can understand that you are scolding all your ancestors as fools?"
Xu Ping's face froze and he rolled his eyes at the old man: "I mean, only a fool like you would think that there are really people in the world who regard world peace as their lifelong ideal. In the final analysis, it is just an empty talk."
"What about you?" Mr. Lin straightened his face and asked, "What is your ideal?"
Xu Ping was stunned for a moment, then said loudly: "Wherever I stand, I don't allow ghosts, monsters, monsters, monsters, cholera, that's all."
"I'll kill the monsters that others can't kill. I'll get rid of the evil that others can't get rid of. I'll nourish the land and water and keep the place safe. That's enough."
"Okay!!!" Mr. Lin made a "pop" sound and gave him a high five.
He looked extremely excited, and blood was surging in his heart. He wanted to say something to soothe the blood in his heart, but he didn't read much, and in the end it was just a sentence.
"me too."
"Me too!"
Uncle Jiu's echoing voice came from far outside the door.
Immediately, he saw a yellow figure in front, followed by two apprentices, one beautiful and one ugly.
Not to be outdone, Gu Nianhua spoke out loudly, like an oriole crying at night: "Brother Xu, please take me with you."
You're too good to be led... Xu Ping didn't hit her, he just said a perfunctory "hmm".
Wencai was stunned for a moment and said sincerely: "I'll make tea."
…
Sure enough, after telling Uncle Jiu about the Wutong Shen.
He directly stated that if he killed the evil god, he must be counted as part of it, otherwise he would be angry.
But after they discussed it for a while, they still couldn't figure out where the God of Five Powers was hidden.
Mr. Lin has been tracing his whereabouts, and he originally had the most say, but at this time, all the limelight was taken away by Xu Ping.
Mainly because of his recent encounters, he vaguely understood something.
"Actually, I think that bullshit evil god must be doing something big recently. We just need to pay attention to the town to see if there is any disturbance, or in other words, if there is any big event happening." Xu Ping drank in Longjing before the rain and said his own
judge.
Mr. Lin was puffing away again. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Uncle Jiu: "The big thing that happened recently is to bury those stitched corpses and find a good hole for Master Ren. That's all.
."
This is obviously a place that cannot be reached with eight poles.
Xu Ping hurriedly replied: "Uncle Jiu, do you think that Wutong Shen will suddenly attack her?"
He pointed at Gu Nianhua, who was listening quietly next to him, making the latter startled and a little panicked.
What? Are you still coming to find me?
Uncle Jiu nodded, without thinking: "It's very possible."
Mr. Lin took advantage of this opportunity and said: "The Nine Yin Evil Formation has been maintained for three hundred years, and it was destroyed by you in recent days. Having a supreme Yin body is just the icing on the cake. Could it be that the Yin Qi absorbed for three hundred years,
Not as good as a yin body?"
"That makes sense." Uncle Jiu changed his face quickly.
Xu Ping didn't think so. He shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Think about it, he has the patience to wait for three hundred years because he must be sure that nothing will happen. As long as the ultimate Yin body can increase the probability by half, he will definitely not
give up."
When Gu Nianhua heard this, her heart trembled, her face turned pale, and she stammered: "You guys, you don't want to use me to go fishing, do you?"
As soon as he saw her expression, Xu Ping knew that she had misunderstood, and explained: "Fishing is done when the strength is clear. Now the strength of the enemy and ourselves is unknown. If you go fishing with you, what if you lose the bait?"
"
Gu Nianhua felt relieved and thought again, he really does care about me.
After pondering for a moment, Xu Ping's eyes lit up and he thought of a way: "Uncle Jiu, since the Wutong God's resurrection requires faith in incense, then let's destroy all the nearby shrines. I don't believe he is sitting there.
live."
Clean up the feudal superstitions in the surrounding areas, and let me see where you can get your faith from.
Uncle Jiu was shocked when he heard this.
It's all smashed. What if it hits my ancestor's head?
"Well...Xiao Xu, let's discuss the matter of smashing the temple shrine. First, help Master Ren find the tomb, and then find the whereabouts of the Wutong God."