Feng Jun said: "Rat thieves, everything is unfavorable!"

Heavy rain swept through the bottomless forest, and it was not until late at night that it hastily stopped.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

An old man and a young man shuttled quickly in the forest, the young man was not very old, but the traces of time on his face made him look very sophisticated, wearing purple chain mail, with a wooden box behind his back, but there was a long knife across his waist.

The old man is also very remarkable, with a childish face and crane hair, walking like flying, at first glance he is a warlock who has been practicing for many years, he is completely opposite to the young man, wearing a snow-white robe, and he has nothing with him.

"Master, how much money did I get for this time? I'll tell you first! I can't buy a ticket for the ferry, and even if I find it, I won't do it!"

The young man turned his head to look at his master, thought for a moment and said.

"You! I know! The old man can advance money! Why do you love money so much! It's really hard to figure out!"

The old man muttered, still following closely behind the young man.

It stands to reason that the air in the forest is clear after the rain, but the more the two of them walk, the more dull the feeling becomes.

The place where it was originally full of forests and weeds suddenly opened up its vision, and in the middle of the clearing, there sat cross-legged a skeleton in a black robe with black smoke gushing all the time.

"Apprentice! Be careful! Protect the Dharma for your teacher! Go left to Nanxindou, climb to the ground, the wind falls, the immortal law! Infinite earth!"

The old man pinched his hands and chanted a spell, and in a moment, an enchantment completely enveloped the entire clearing.

"Why are you unleashing the Black Evil here?

The young man hooked the iron ring on his chain mail with one hand, and held the sword at his waist with the other, and said in a low voice.

The skeleton still didn't move, and the evil qi released suddenly disappeared, and the old and young were all stunned, and at this moment, in the woods on both sides of the clearing, countless pairs of eyes glittered with a faint green light.

"Cut, is it a trap? Master, please leave the old man first, disciple, I'm going to kill!"

The young man let go of the hand that was pulling the chain mail ring, continuously pinched out the hurt word, and said with a sneer.

"Got it!" the old man waved his hand, dispersed the enchantment, turned into a white rainbow and flew into the sky, turned a cloud with a spell, sat on it, and watched the formation for his disciples.

"Forget it, you don't even have the qualifications to die under my sword!" The young man wanted to sacrifice the sword, but after thinking about it, the money for removing evil was not enough to sacrifice the price of the knife, so he released the scabbard with his right hand, and still used his left hand to fasten the iron ring of the chain mail.

There was a sudden rumbling in the woods, and from the bushes rushed out of the trees countless jackals with their mouths wide open.

As soon as the boy pulled the iron ring, a short spear engraved with cinnabar French was the length of a person's arm.

"Gun in the box!"

The young man quickly pinched the trick, and the weapon began to shake violently, and it turned out to be eight identical short guns.

An ancient text appeared on each of the boy's shoulders and hands.

Wind, fighting, destroying, forest.

I saw a flash of red light, and those jackals unexpectedly slowed down, and eight short spears roared out, poking out a hole in the hearts of these jackals, and the young man held it in the void, and the eight short spears merged into one and fell into the hands of the young man, and it turned into a red-tipped spear that was not much different from the height of the young man.

"Old Mountain Charm, if you don't come out, I'll send you directly to Upside Down Mountain!"

The boy wrote a talisman on the ground with the tip of his spear, but he didn't bring the last one with him, and roared angrily.

Before he could finish speaking, the skeleton suddenly disappeared, replaced by a stone monster the size of a palm.

It scrambled the calf all the way over, and began to wipe the talisman that the boy had just drawn with his foot.

"Lord Wufu, but that villager cut down the colored wood that I will worship to Fang Yi God in the future without restraint, I can only do this!"

The stone monster, after wiping the talisman, knelt in front of the young man, clasped his fists with both hands, kowtowed and said.

"That'...... You give me two colored trees with more than ten years of spiritual power, and I will help you beat the villagers well?"

The young man frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he put away the spear, squatted on the ground, pressed the back of the stone monster, and said with a smile.

"This ...... I'll agree!" the stone monster turned over in his heart, gritting his teeth and stomping his feet in order to be chosen by Fang Yishen, and nodded.

The boy stretched out his hand, and the stone spirit jumped onto the boy's hand, shaking his body, and two dense trees with seven colors the size of a little fingernail grew from his back, and the boy pulled it out with his hand, exposing his neck, and there was a crystal clear bead tied around his neck, and the bead shone slightly, and the two trees were sucked in.

"Okay, you go and practice! The villagers will leave it to me!"

The boy nodded in satisfaction, placed the stone monster on the ground, and turned to leave.

The boy walked through the forest for a while, and then he remembered something, and he shouted loudly to the sky.

"That master, I won't take you to sleep anymore!"

The old man in the cloud was excited, turned over and fell down directly, and when he was about to reach the ground, he stabilized his body, but the posture of the dog gnawing was inevitable.

The young man waited for the old man for a while, and then the two of them went down the mountain and walked to a village where talismans were posted on the doors of every house.

The name of the village is Liu Village, which has been in the carpenter business for generations, and it would not have provoked anything, but it was a young man who had learned magic for a few days, and when he returned to his hometown, he saw that there were colored trees on his mountain, so he fanned his family to cut down.

The boy walked to the bell tree at the entrance of the village and kicked it twice, the bronze bell.

After a while, the young and old people of the village rushed to the scene.

"Except for that thing, which of you went to cut down the woods where the full moon glows at night?

The boy cleared his throat and looked at the men with sunken eye sockets.

From the crowd, more than twenty men came out, and they all lowered their heads, because they knew by looking at the young man's face that they should have done something wrong.

"You!you!you!this!s!

The young man didn't say a word, went up to say a word, gave them a slap, and pulled himself until he covered his hands, tears flowed.

Those men whose faces were directly swollen not only did not resist, but they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously to make amends.

The young man waved his hand and turned to leave, and at this time the old man spoke.

"People must be self-aware, go to the mountain tomorrow to pay homage, respectfully apologize, and it will be fine!

A man dressed in a distinctly different way walked over, respectfully lifted a money bag, the old man took the money bag in his hand and weighed it, nodded, and turned to chase after his apprentice.

The moonlight returned to its usual brightness, and the mountain paths were all clear, and the old and the young walked on the road, leisurely.

"Apprentice, the money is enough, and there are two taels more, can you let the old man buy some incense to eat?"

The old man walked up to the young man, handed him the money, and said with a smile.

"It's almost August 15, you have to hurry home, you go to my father for incense, I am a poor ghost, and I am not a poor ghost thanks to your old man!

The young man grabbed the money bag directly in his hand with a black face, put it in his armor, and quickened his pace, the old man was stunned for a moment, then stopped, and muttered secretly for a long time, the young man did not sneeze.

"Master Master, you don't remember the villain, Lin Qianzai begs you! If you delay for a while, you will be at risk of missing the appointment!"

The young man looked back and saw that the old man had not left, so he sighed and said.