Zhang Minghai decided to seize this opportunity, so he applied to his father to go down the mountain to practice, if he could do something famous under the mountain, this position would naturally be his own. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, the Heavenly Master was not very partial to the third brother, so he happily agreed to this request, and soon Zhang Minghai went down the mountain with the Fu Sword on his back.

The purpose of his coming down the mountain this time is to do great things, so naturally he wants to find some trouble with mountain spirits and wild monsters, and it is best to be able to kill the big demon above the fourth level in order to prove his worth.

The city was too popular, and it was difficult to find the big goblins, so they went to the mountains, villages, and other places to wander.

Zhang Minghai set his identity as a wandering Taoist, specializing in solving supernatural events for the villagers, and earning some entanglements by the way.

A year has passed in a flash, and the big monster has not been seen, but the black dog spirit, the wandering ghost and the like have been cut a lot.

Zhang Minghai knew in his heart that with these small tasks that could be solved on the same day, he couldn't even lift his energy, let alone go back to ask for credit.

In the end, there is no reason to go back to the mountain, if it continues to be so dull, I'm afraid I really won't have a chance to be in charge.

The days that followed were more negative, and he no longer deliberately looked for monsters, but just used the money earned this year to buy drunk in places like taverns and theaters.

After coming and going, the amount of alcohol has increased a lot, and the addiction to alcohol has gradually increased.

He began to look for where the wine was brewed, and by the way, he used his skills to help the villagers along the way solve some difficulties, earn some money, and live happily.

On this day, Zhang Minghai came to the Yellow Rice Village fifty miles outside Chenyi City, Hunan, and heard that the yellow rice wine produced here is the most mellow, and he will drink it well tonight.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw many villagers carrying a few red coffins to the outside.

This is not surprising, the funeral formation of the dead in the village is not small, but what really caught Zhang Minghai's attention is that there is a little demonic energy emitted from those coffins, and it is still a few meters on the coffin, indicating that its grade is not low.

In this way, it is interesting, it is likely that there are monsters nearby, Zhang Minghai took out the kettle he carried and poured two sips, shook the wine in his mouth, and came to the front in a few steps.

The villagers who carried the coffin didn't want to deal with it at first, and only showed some respect after he revealed his identity as a Taoist priest, but he didn't want to reply until the burial was completed, which was the rule.

It was noon in a flash, and after the coffin was buried in the ground, Zhang Minghai asked about the cause of the incident, and the old man in the lead sighed before telling him that the dead people were the richest Huang family in the village.

The Huang family has been making wine for a living for generations, and the business is very good, which is considered a wealthy family, but who knows that a few days ago there was a strange wind outside the village, and then the tavern was closed, and even the business was not done.

A few good wine people in the village also went to ask, but the Huang family just said that they were busy in the past two days and would open in a while.

Who would have thought that the night before yesterday would have died thoroughly, leaving only an eighty-year-old mother still lying in bed, but the air coming out is more than the air in, and I'm afraid it won't last long.

Zhang Minghai asked again if he knew what the specific cause of death was, and the old man thought about it for a while, saying that the police had come to check it early in the morning, and only said that it was a heart attack, which was a normal death.

But the old man thought it was unlikely, so he asked Zhang Minghai, who was dressed as a Taoist priest, if he had any opinions.

Zhang Minghai thought about it, and then reasoned that after investigation just now, there was nothing abnormal here, which should be the reason for the police, and turned around and left.

In fact, he just found a place to stay nearby, and when everyone had dispersed, he turned around and dug up the outermost bag of new graves, cut a small hole in the coffin with his sword, glanced inward, and left.

In the center of the village, in the backyard of the Huang Family Restaurant, a yellow figure turned in from the patio.

As soon as he landed, he ran two steps to the room on the right, but when he reached the door, he stood still and slowly drew his sword from behind his back.

"Who? I only have one breath left, wife, do I have to kill them all? ”

Zhang Minghai looked at it, knocked the tip of the sword on the ground, "You recognized the wrong person, I didn't come to kill you, I just want to know who did it." ”

There was silence for a while, and then the door opened automatically.

Zhang Minghai took out a yellow talisman and wiped it in the air, took a look, turned his hand and put the long sword into the scabbard, and walked into the room in a few steps.

There was an air of decay in the room, and in the dim light, an old woman with a wrinkled face could be seen lying flat on the wooden bed in the center.

She looked at Zhang Minghai in front of her, then closed her eyes and said, "First that monster, and now there is a Taoist priest, my Huang family is really going to die." ”

Zhang Minghai shook his head, "I'm sorry, I really don't have any interest in your family, but can you tell me, what made you like this?" ”

The old woman opened her eyes and glanced at him with bloodshot eyes, "Oh? Little Taoist, you are not here to kill me, but to avenge us, I heard you right? ”

Zhang Minghai turned around and pushed the window open, fanned it with his hand, and said, "I have a principle in doing things, don't kill for no reason, if you didn't harm anyone, why should I kill you?" ”

He turned his head around, "Besides, I'm also a wine lover, and it's a pity that I didn't taste the rice wine brewed by the Huang family." ”

After hearing this, the old woman became a little more energetic, and inhaled in the direction of Zhang Minghai with her nose, before she spoke, "Sure enough, he is a Taoist priest who is a good wine, and the old woman is going to die anyway, so you might as well tell you about it." ”

"A few days ago, a monster made of white bones suddenly came to the village, calling itself the Bone Demon True Monarch, it wanted to break into the enchantment set up by our Huang family, but it was surrounded by the Huang Immortal Array that had been laid out by the master a long time ago."

"You must know that the Yellow Immortal Array is not simple, the Array Eye is the immortal bone of an old Yellow Immortal who has been practicing for five hundred years in our ancestor, and it is not broken by everyone, even with your current strength, you can't do it!"

Zhang Minghai nodded, "Huang Xian, who has been practicing for five hundred years, is at least a fifth-level strength, and I am a little worse." ”

A trace of tears flowed from the old woman's eyes, "But who would have thought that the bone demon was only trapped in the formation for a day, and then broke through, and the son, daughter-in-law, and grandson of the family were all sucked dry of the essence ......"

Zhang Minghai sighed and walked to the old woman's side, "The last question, I'll leave after I finish asking, where is the bone demon?" ”

The old woman stretched out her tongue, spit out a round object the size of a jujube pit, and choked up, "He sucked the old woman's demon yuan, but I didn't expect that I had profound skills and refined such a piece, you are a Taoist priest, you should be able to find it by induction, right?" ”

As soon as Zhang Minghai stretched out his hand to take the demon yuan, the old woman completely lost her breath, and a gust of wind rose on her body, and in an instant, she turned into a weasel that was thin as jerky.