My surname is Feng, Feng Xifan's Feng.

Why do you want to say that it is the Feng of "Feng Xifan"?

Because it's bold enough to say it.

But that's not my patent.

A sword without blood Feng Xifan, twenty years ago, he killed from Jiangnan to Jiangbei with a soft sword, and cut off the heads of three thousand demons in one night, and since then every exorcist surnamed Feng in the world has introduced himself like this.

This is a sentence that is enough to open up the mountains, and with this sentence, I can actually get a bite to eat in the current demon-ridden chaotic world, God bless.

The place where I ate today is a small fishing village.

"Please Dao Chief, subdue demons and subdue demons!"

The person who invited me to dinner always spoke like this, yes, although I don't have the slightest Taoism, my profession is an exorcist, and it is highly praised. As long as there is an incident beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, a large group of people will come to invite me and carry me to the place of the incident.

Naturally, I will be invited today.

The person who carries the sedan chair is eight, Xiao rat, Xiao pig, Xiao snake, Xiao rabbit are not allowed to accompany him, and the old man who bows down to the head of the sedan chair is the village chief of that village, and he will offer two hanging money with both hands when he meets.

This is my rule, and no one who wants to ask me to do anything should not violate it in the slightest.

Sometimes the stricter your rules, the bigger your shelf, and the more pompous and pompous, the more people will obey you, flatter you, and even offer you.

I know that.

In return, I ordered my apprentice to carefully dust off the apricot-colored Taoist robe on my body three times, and polish the two peachwood swords on my back with oil to reflect them straight before going out.

Man depends on clothing.

But demons can't be subdued by clothing.

Take a boat, light a pair of candles, and recite a temporary nonsense incantation. The incident in the fishing village was summarized by the village chief as a water monster in the river that harmed people's lives, but I was calm: since I only injured one person for the time being, and the villagers were allowed to gather a team to ask me to get rid of the demon, I think the cultivation of this water monster is not very high-grade.

Dealing with this kind of unclassy youkai has always been my specialty.

Lighting up two self-made mines and throwing them into the river casually is not targeted, but blind and acting.

"Bang!"

The mine exploded underwater, and like all other works I made, it had excellent sound and light effects, and those mortals would only think it was some kind of superior spell and worship me even more.

"Huh?"

After the mine blew up, I should have been able to finish the work according to the script I originally wrote, but at this moment a little accident happened:

"Wow!

A large shadow slowly rose from the bottom of the water, and there was an exclamation on the shore.

"That's a manta ray! That's a water monster!" someone shouted.

"Dao Chief's mana is profound!The water monster has been removed!We are safe!" someone cheered.

But I couldn't help but frown.

Do manta rays live in freshwater?

I looked at the mountains on both sides of the river and fell into deep thought, but my disciples did not let me ponder for long, and they quickly followed the will of the people and stirred up the people's feelings, and slowly sailed back to meet the thunderous cheers on the shore.

The manta rays were hung in the middle of the village by the angry fishermen, and I was surrounded by the villagers, as I have done every time in the past, and the voices of thanks, praises, and denunciations of the murderer made my ears ring.

"It's all wrong! It's not a murderer!" was as I was negotiating with the villagers about how to settle the payment, a discordant voice rang out outside the crowd.

It was a young man with unkempt hair, and his voice was like a bell, and he alone suppressed the noise of the audience.

I looked at him, and he didn't look at me.

He looked at the book in his hand and the fish that had been hoisted up by the fishermen.

"It's just a Gu fish, tame by nature, positive and optimistic, and has a pretty good character, but it's a pity that it has grown a little bigger......" The young man, dressed in a disdainful coat and holding a green bamboo cane, pointed at the unlucky fish in a tone that seemed to be detached.

I didn't know the young man, and the surrounding villagers didn't know him, but it didn't matter, he quickly introduced himself:

"Below is Chen Xuanzang, an unshaved Mahayana Buddhist disciple, who is an exorcist who subdues demons and eliminates demons. ”

"Exorcist?" I can see that this Mr. Chen has no Taoism, Mahayana Buddhism or something is not within the scope of my cognition, and what the hell is 'unshaved'?

It seems that he is a swaggering and deceitful fellow again.

I am the best at dealing with such peers, after half a pillar of incense, this Mr. Chen was hung by the fishermen next to the manta ray, his unkempt hair became even more unkempt, his clothes became ragged, and his nose and face were swollen, and I only said less than three words in the whole process.

"Banmen get an axe!" I really thought at that moment, looking at Mr. Chen's embarrassed appearance and my own decent dress, my heart was full of superiority.

But I never imagined that the reversal between the characters in the thirty years of Hedong and the thirty years of Hexi would be so fast.

Mr. Chen is right, this manta ray is indeed not a murderer, the murderer is a monster that is difficult to describe in words.

This is the first time I've actually seen a monster, and I'm afraid it's the last.

The scene soon fell into chaos, and the fishermen who had been playing games to celebrate all hid in the buildings built near the water, and only two incompetent exorcists, me and Chen Xuanzang, were left to face the mistake.

Chen Xuanzang stood up voluntarily, and I was pushed out.

Then, I saw a miracle happen - after a battle, Chen Xuanzang used the game-like "seesaw technique" to get rid of the water monster, and I couldn't dodge it, and I was crushed by the huge water monster that rose into the air and smashed into the dock with the momentum of Mount Tai.

"Click!"

I don't know if it was the cracking of the wooden dock under me or the cracking of bones in my body, I had heard the old man say that at the moment of death, there would be countless replays of life in front of him, but at this moment I knew that it was just a story fabricated by the old people to show the depth of their vicissitudes.

I don't have any memories of the past in front of me, just a world that seems to have been slowed down countless times.

I saw my apprentices creeping behind the crowd that had gathered again at some point.

I saw the fishermen pointing at me and praising Chen Xuanzang.

I saw Miss Duan, a foreign aid on the top of a small building in the distance, who had been invited by me countless times, holding her chest and a hint of banter on the corner of her mouth.

Of course, I couldn't have seen the huge shadow that had taken over almost eighty percent of my vision, the real water monster.

"Bang!"

The sound was similar to that of my homemade mines.

"Save ...... Help me......"

In the end, all I had time to do was extend a hand to someone who wouldn't help.