Immortal City.

Dao Mu was close to the boundary of Qi Xian City, and he already felt the vigorous popularity of Qi Xian City. It was already the third watch in the middle of the night, and the night market in Qixian City was like a big furnace, blazing hot.

The fire and vigorous popularity of the night market are like an enlarged version of the bonfire in Daomu's eyes. Good karmic fire, pure and emerging karmic fire, untainted with other dark colors.

In the night breeze, swaying against the wind, bright red as the sun. It can be seen that Li Huancheng's vigorous methods are not fake.

Seeing that the fairy city was so prosperous, Dao Mu was relieved at the same time, and at the same time, he was also grateful that the fat and fat sister Mu Dao was exquisite. I thought she was a plant herd, but I didn't expect that she was also proficient in killing herding and suppressing disasters.

At that time, in the realm of Daomeng, with the efforts of Daomu and Jin Ao, the water dragon veins of tens of millions of years will be photographed, splashing water and dispersing fog, and showing mountain dew. The eight mountain dragon veins will benefit from this, with the precipitation of the years, the volume increases and becomes longer, and it grows abroad, benefiting the fiefdom of the immortals.

Tens of millions of years of water dragon veins will emerge to the surface, even if it is the tip of the iceberg, it is enough to span the entire Dao Meng realm. This dragon river will be connected with other rivers outside the country, and will also benefit the fiefdom of Qixian, mountains and rivers.

These influences are subtle, and eventually the fiefdom of the immortals will be revived after thousands of years.

As for the Li family, whether they can prosper and reach the top again depends on the Li family's own means and whether future generations will compete for it.

There is one that can be determined now, that is, the fat sister and his wife, who will definitely be able to make a difference in the fiefdom of the immortals and the realm of Daomeng.

Dad and Mom must also be very happy to see their old friends, with the help of their precious son, not only return to the top, but also break through the shackles.

Thinking of this, Dao Mu couldn't help but smile. This smile is like the innocent smile that a child naturally reveals after asking his parents for credit and getting praise. It is like the sunshine of the rising sun, warm and not dazzling, clean and flawless.

WhewW......

A cool breeze hit, hit Dao Mu's face, passed through Dao Mu's collar, swept through the pores of Dao Mu's body, penetrated into his body, and captured people's souls.

"Shhhh

It felt like there was a sudden wave of cold water flowing through his neck and into Dao Mu's body. Obviously, the temperature was not very cold, but it made Daomu's hairs rise and a thick layer of goosebumps.

Dao Mu came back to his senses and looked around, only to find that he was about to return to the Mu Mansion, and now he was standing at the mouth of the alley where Grandpa Ma and Grandma were stalling.

Elsewhere on the street, it was bustling with people. Even on the opposite street, it's the same scene. I'm afraid that many people who do business are eager to open their stalls on the roof and into the air so as to be able to attract more customers.

Only this small alley is empty and clean, and there is not a single stall set up here. The surrounding people are boiling, the stove is roaring endlessly, the whole street is as hot as a steamer, and the big street opposite is also this scene.

Only this small alley, the wind blowing out, the forest is cool. It's invigorating at the same time, but it's more of a creepiness.

Once made Dao Mu have an illusion, if he looked into the alley at this time, he was afraid that he would not be able to walk for the rest of his life.

"You're the son of the Mu family, Dao Mu, right?" A forty-year-old male chef, with his upper body shirtless, revealing a body made of horizontal meat and water, trembled indiscriminately as he turned the pot and spoon, up and down, left and right. He had an iron toothpick in his mouth, sometimes looking at the priest, sometimes at his stove.

"Well, I'm Daomu. "Pastor Dao tried his best to appear kind and approachable. The right hand was raised, and the index finger was just pointing to the alley, "This ......"

Bang dang!

The fat male chef slammed the pot with a spoon, "Young Master Mu, you're crazy!" looked huge and arrogant, and looked nervous, "This is a ghost alley, we can't point fingers at the living, this is a great disrespect to ghosts and gods!"

Then, the fat male chef asked Dao Mu to spit on Dao Mu's own index finger. Use this saliva index finger as an incense candle and pray to the ghosts and gods in the ghost alley. You must use a very sincere tone to really make the ghosts and gods forgive.

"Ghost Alley?" Dao Mu was stunned.

It's a nice alley, clean and smellless, and there is not much abnormality. It's a lot of underground yin that is a bit heavy, so it's just a cool wind blowing here, how can it become a terrifying ghost alley.

"It's impossible......" Dao Mu told the fat male chef in detail about his relationship with Grandpa Ma and Grandma Niu.

"Poof!" The fat male chef couldn't help laughing, and while serving the guests, he told Dao Mu that if Dao Mu really encountered such a strange thing, he would have been hooked down by the ghosts and gods to the underworld, or used as a stand-in by the evil ghosts, and the evil ghosts would have been reincarnated.

Dao Mu argued on reason, and even took out Grandpa Ma to pack the desserts for himself, and he was not willing to finish eating.

The fat male chef saw that Dao Mu was pretentious, and glanced at Dao Mu, "Young Master Mu, although your eyes are red, you don't look like a dead person." You cute little hippopotamus is also a living creature. ”

Dangdang, the fat male chef beats the iron pot according to a certain melody, chatters a few words, and then scoops a large spoonful of glutinous rice with a spoon.

While stir-frying the glutinous rice on a fierce fire, he didn't care that the fat face was covered with beads of sweat, which flowed into his eyes and nose, and he also talked to Dao Mu with wide eyes, "You are still alive, it is enough to prove that you have not seen a living person in this alley, let alone a breakfast stall." ”

"But ......" Dao Mu knew that there were ghosts and gods, and he was once in front of the Tang Mansion, lighting three incense sticks of merit and sacrificing the whirlwind of ghosts. But he is an immortal cultivator, and he is not superstitious about these taboos said by the fat male chef, not to mention that he cultivates the corpse scripture.

"Young Master Mu, there are not so many in the world, but ......" The fat male chef brought a bowl and put fried glutinous rice in the bowl. Use a yellowed towel around your neck to wipe the sweat off your face.

I saw him squat down, take out three sticks of incense, and say a few sorry to the waiting guests. Then he walked in front of Dao Mu, and said angrily, "Come!"

The fat male chef fried glutinous rice, put it at the mouth of the alley, handed the three sticks of incense to Daomu, and asked Daomu to cast a spell to light the incense, and then worship and apologize.

In front of everyone's eyes, in the midst of laughter one after another, Dao Mu not only did it, but also lit incense with three merits. Bow three times to the alley, mutter, and then insert it on the fried glutinous rice.

WhewW......

The wind in the alley still blows non-stop, and the three meritorious incense flames are not as good as in front of the Tang Mansion in such a scene, and they are all sucked up by the strange wind in a few breaths.

However, the wind blowing from the alley did make me feel uncomfortable all over my body, and my heart was hairy.

Recite the corpse sutra silently to peek at it?

No way!

Dao Mu recited the Du Mu Sutra in his heart, and the pastoral power boiled in the dantian and rushed in the meridians. The spirit and spirit converged on Dao Mu's blood-colored starry eyes, and the light flashed one after another, but he couldn't see anything unusual in the alley.

Daomu does not believe in evil, after all, all legends cannot be groundless. This small alley, the forest is cool, and the yin wind that penetrates people's souls cannot be generated out of thin air.

Dao Mu poured more pastoral power into his eyes, and his eyes burned like two rounds of scorching sun. His gaze is almost substantial, scanning the entire alley, whether it is underground, on the walls, on the opposite street, or in the void between the alleys.

"Young Master Mu, don't be presumptuous!" The fat man was angry, and he looked like he hated iron but not steel. The fat hand was raised like an ordinary person's thigh, and the hand the size of a fan immediately covered the upper half of Daomu's face.

Dao Mu only felt that the smell of greasy oil smoke was in his nose, which did not smell good, and he would not be nauseated. It was still at a temperature higher than ordinary people, and Dao Mu could feel his sweat.

Before Dao Mu pushed away the fat man's hand, he felt a pair of strong and powerful hands, pressing his shoulders and making him bow.

Dao Mu was going to forcibly push it away, but listening to the tone of the fat male chef's sincere prayer for himself in the alley, it didn't seem like a joke, so he had to give up and let him fiddle with it for the time being.

However, more and more people are watching, more and more people are laughing at Mu, and some people are laughing at the fat male chef who is deceiving people and cheating money.

"You're enough!" the fat chef was even angrier when he heard more and more people questioning themselves and using foul language. "Those like you who mock the spirits, are disrespectful to them, and even humiliate them. Or bad luck, or robbed and half dead, or mysteriously killed. Haven't you heard of it?!"

There are even people who say that he cheats money, but he has never asked others for the money for fried glutinous rice and three incense sticks. Because the fat male chef thinks that the money for the fried glutinous rice and three sticks of incense should be paid to him.

If those people listen to him, spit on their fingers, and then sincerely apologize, where do they need to break the bank, and it is not a few dollars compared to their lives.

"Hahaha......"

"I'm laughing to death!"

"Fatty, you tell the names of those people. Who is the most unlucky, which one was robbed and half dead, and which one was mysteriously killed?"

"There are more than 120 million people in Qixian City, and anything can happen. You can't put everything down to ghosts and gods that don't need to exist. ”

"In the past, your business was so bad, but now that your business is suddenly improving, I'm afraid it also depends on the demonic way you believe in, right?" Those competitors on the same street naturally did not let go of this opportunity to fall into the ground.

"You humiliate me, please don't offend the ghosts and gods!" The fat male chef is very pious, insisting on his concept of fearing the gods, quite like the Taoist pastor in ancient books, seeing the description of Buddhism. "Most of us are mortals after all, even immortal cultivators don't dare to touch the bad luck of the underworld, you must know that blessings and misfortunes are all in the accounts of the underworld!"

"Uncle, let it go. "I am a pastor and I believe your word." Push the fat chef's hand away from his face.

Dao Mu's eyes froze, less than ten breaths, three merits and incense, only three sticks left, not even a little ash.

Seeing this, everyone immediately said, this is the fake incense of the fat male chef, so it will burn quickly, so that Dao Mu must not be deceived by this liar.

Fake incense?

It's impossible, the fat male chef gave him Daomu's incense, and Daomu used the same level of good incense. Moreover, if he lit it with the incense of merit, if there is nothing to accept his offering, the incense will never be extinguished.

Are there really ghosts?

Dao Mu stared blankly at this small alley, his blood-colored starry eyes, eager to penetrate.

Dao Mu's mood couldn't help but recite the corpse scripture, and the blood color of the star's eyes quietly faded, and he was still in deep darkness. The ridicule, accusations, and angry scolding around all of them were all stripped of their ears at once.

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