Disordered meridians and retrograde true qi are signs of madness, which are fatal to any cultivator.

I pressed my temples so hard that I felt like the blood vessels in my whole body were about to burst...... However, the leader of the men in black only took the horn and played a sound.

"Sneer......"

It was the last sound I heard when I was awake, and then my eyes went dark and I didn't know anything.

……

When I woke up again, I was lying on the kang of an unknown house, and Tian Yingying was guarding by the side.

As soon as she saw me, Tian Yingying shouted happily:

"Great, Han Xiaoxie has woken up!"

Soon, Guo Ye, Old Man Wang, and Wang Dazhuang ...... There was also a group of strange people I didn't know, who were either dressed in Taoist robes or gowns.

"It's good that you're a kid ...... nature."

Guo Ye held my hand and crackled and shed tears.

Old Man Wang sighed and said:

"You helped our village, old man, I take it to heart!"

Wang Dazhuang was even more excited and wanted to pounce, but was slapped aside by Guo Ye a few times. With his brute strength, he had to knock me into the western sky.

"What's going on, these are ......"

Old Man Wang hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"You fainted, the Tian girl brought you back, don't be busy talking about anything else...... Let's talk about what happened by the river. ”

Everyone looked at me expectantly, I nodded, and discharged waste from the meat processing factory into the Pig Hair River, it was the big black fish that guarded the Pig Hair River, Jin Dabao used a spear to kill the fish, and a group of men in black mysteriously didn't know what they wanted to do.

As for the big black fish giving me the power, and the fact that I made a move on Jin Dabao, I didn't say a word.

After listening to this, Old Man Wang nodded:

"The ancestors in the village have been worshiping the river god for generations, and the old man thought that the ancestors were superstitious and mistakenly believed in demons...... Now I know that what the river god said is true! ”

I nodded, agreeing with the old man's statement, although the big black fish ate a lot of sacrifices, it really kept the Pig Mao River safe.

At this time, a young man wearing a Taoist robe said with an angry face:

"God is God, demon is demon, even if the fish demon does a good deed, it can't change its demonic nature, the village chief must not be confused by demons."

Old Man Wang's expression was a little embarrassed, but he still nodded again and again:

"It's extreme, it's extreme, Qingling Daoist is right, it's the old man who is confused."

The Taoist priest named Qingling did not keep his mouth shut, but did not give up, told a few old-fashioned cases of evil and evil people, and educated the old man, who had always been messing around, and the old man Wang, who had always been messing around, did not dare to fight back.

The others all looked accustomed to it, obviously knowing the nature of the green spirit, and had some awe of the green spirit.

"These people, and who is this Taoist priest, it seems that there is something to ......" I asked Tian Yingying quietly, and my breath was in her ears.

Tian Yingying's face was slightly red, and she whispered:

"They were the mages who found the Golden Treasure Factory before us, but they were all put down by the blood of the black dog, and it was Da Zhuang who rescued them."

"These people are very arrogant, they look down on mortals a little, and they don't get along well......"

"That Qingling, I heard that he is a disciple of the Tianji Sect, and everyone is holding him."

It suddenly dawned on me that they were righteous people who were put down by the workers with black dog blood, no wonder they had such a clear distinction between gods and demons, and they could be ruthlessly reprimanded even in the face of an eighty-year-old man.

As for the Tianji Gate where Qing Lingzi is located, my grandfather once told me. Although it is not as good as the two famous Taoist mountains of Dragon and Tiger and Wudang, it is also a rare big faction in Qimen.

The best at Qimen Dunjia and the art of arithmetic, but their Qimen and arithmetic have never been the first in the world, and my grandfather told me as a joke.

I didn't expect to see the person in the joke today.

"This is the Qingling Dao Master of Tianji Gate, I'm glad I will!"

Qing Ling looked back at me, and reluctantly let go of Old Man Wang, and said:

"The evil Han family is worthy of its name, thanks to Han Daoyou's rescue this time, there will be heavy thanks in the future."

I smiled and nodded, not expecting anything to thank Qing Ling.

Grandpa said that the people of Tianjimen are the best at calculating, wearing copper coins on their ribs, and then using fire tongs to dig down when they want to spend it...... Every penny is bloody.

The so-called heavy thanks, I guess it is pickled dried radish or something.

"I have found out the matter of the processing plant, should I continue the follow-up conclusion, or will you command the Qingling Dao Chief?" I said with a smile.

Qing Ling was slightly stunned, and then said:

"Qingling is the general of the defeated army, how dare he speak bravely, naturally he has to come to end this matter."

I nodded and said to Old Man Wang:

"Old man, Jin Dabao's factory ......"

Before I finished speaking, Old Man Wang patted his chest and said:

"Humph! Dare to sell rotten meat under the banner of our village, it's really impatient...... Within three days, the old man had his factory shut down. ”

I nodded, Old Man Wang has been the village chief for so many years, and this strength is still there.

I asked Tian Yingying again:

"After I fainted, what happened to the big black fish?"

Tian Yingying said with a smile:

"It's fine, Da Zhuang pulled out the harpoon for it, and it immediately jumped around, but it refused to come out of the potential underwater."

I nodded and sighed, the big black fish must have been frightened this time.

"This time, thanks to that fish, Pigskin Village can be saved, otherwise I don't know how many years it will take to control the Pighair River, so I have an idea."

"Since there has been a tradition of sacrificing to the river god in the pigskin village for hundreds of years, the consumption of pigs, cattle and sheep is innumerable, and this time the 'river god' has indeed sheltered the village."

"Then let's pigskin village, how about simply giving the 'river god' a correct name?"

Old Man Wang twisted his beard and didn't hurry to speak, but it was Qing Ling who blew up his hair first:

"To justify the name of the monster, Han Daoyou, you want to build a temple for that fish and mold the golden body?"

I smiled slightly:

"Why not?"

Qing Ling's head suddenly shook like a rattle:

"Of course not! God is God, and demons are demons...... It has no divine status, even if it has a golden body, it is still a wild god, how can this work! ”

I laughed and slapped my thigh:

"What is a god, it is not a million ordinary people who have molded a golden body and worshiped it with incense! The black fish has kept the pigskin village smooth for a hundred years and sheltered the village once, why can't it be molded with a golden body? ”

"Even if it's a wild god, it's enough!"

Qing Ling's face was flushed, obviously sculpting the golden body of the monster was not in line with the education he received, and he didn't dare to argue with me, because since ancient times, the Han family has never talked nonsense with Taoist priests, they have always done it directly.

So he could only persuade Old Man Wang:

"Village Chief Wang, there's a monster in that river! Do you want the people of Pigskin Village to worship a monster all! ”

Old Man Wang blew his beard, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, obviously he still remembered the revenge that Qing Ling had just reprimanded him.

"That fish saved us, and lived next to us for many years, and it can be regarded as the pigskin village that has been raised by our ancestors for generations...... Just let him be a real river god, it seems to be nothing. ”

Qing Ling clutched his chest, it was a heartache, as if he was about to die at any time.