Zhang Laoqi, as one of the two heroes who invited the "Yeming General" from Laoyin Mountain, has lived a very nourishing life in the past two years, not only marrying the daughter of the head of Xiahewan Village, but also growing in prestige in the village, second only to the second brother, Zhang Chenger.

In the past two days, the village chief is dying, and everyone in the village knows that if nothing else, Zhang Chenger will be the next village chief, and he will be the second in command in the village at that time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Laoqi was full of energy.

He didn't have much vision, and he didn't think about going out to break through all his life, he just thought about mixing well in the village.

Zhang Laoqi, who was in a good mood, planned to hoe the rest of the land in one go, and then go home for dinner.

At this moment, Zhang Laoqi, who lowered his head and carefully plowed the ground, saw a pair of feet, a pair of feet wearing cloth shoes.

When he looked up, he saw a slightly chubby monk in front of him, wearing a robe, holding a copper bowl in his hand, and carrying a bag on his back.

"Donor, the poor monk Zhisu is polite."

Seeing that the monk who claimed to be Zhisu on the opposite side smiled kindly and saluted himself, Zhang Laoqi was flattered, and hurriedly learned the monk's movements, and folded his hands to return the salute.

"Monk, you're here to ask for food, right?

It's almost time to eat in the village, so let's go to my house and eat something! ”

Zhisu smiled: "Poor Dao is indeed here to transform fate. ”

With guests, and a monk who is not poor at first glance, Zhang Laoqi warmly invited Zhisu to his home.

Zhisu saw Zhang Laoqi's six-month-old son, and recited a sutra to the child with a smile.

Although Zhang Laoqi didn't understand, he also felt that it was a good thing, so he politely asked Zhisu to sit down and rest.

Zhang Laoqi's wife and daughter-in-law were a little nervous when they saw a monk with extraordinary bearing coming to the house, and they were busy cooking.

Zhisu smiled and said that there was no need to be so solemn, and chatted with Zhang Laoqi again, asking a lot of things in the village.

Zhang Laoqi didn't hide it, and said it honestly.

Zhisu asked about Chongzhun Daoren, Zhang Laoqi didn't know very well, only knew that it seemed to be a capable Taoist.

After having lunch at Zhang Laoqi's house, Zhisu asked for the way to Mr. Bai's house and came directly to the door.

Mr. Bai was playing chess with the Chong Zhun Daoist, and Yeming was watching from the sidelines.

When the two saw Monk Zhisu, they both got up to greet him.

Zhisu directly said to the quasi-Daoist:

"Brother Chongzhun Daoist is well, the poor monk is wise, and he is entrusted by Brother Jing'an of your faction to come to help."

"Senior Brother Jing'an? How did he find the great monk on your head? ”

"Brother Jing'an does things casually, and the poor monk met him on the way, and he was told a reason, so he took over the errand."

Monk Zhisu said.

“...... The great monk suffered. ”

Chong Zhun Daoist understands his senior brother, and he wants to reason with others, so you'd better listen to it, otherwise......

"It's okay, it's my generation's duty to get rid of the demons and defend the way."

Monk Zhisu folded his hands in eleven bows.

Chong Zhun Daoist replied with a bow, and the two sides reached a preliminary agreement.

Mr. Bai knew that the two were going to talk about important matters, so he left under the pretext of visiting the students at home.

There is only one monk and one god left.

Seeing Mr. Bai leaving, Monk Zhisu saluted Yeming:

"God is polite."

Yeming returned the salute:

"The great monk is polite."

After that, the three of them sat down and talked about the ghosts in Yishan.

Zhisu said that the Jing'an Taoist had calculated a hexagram and thought that the Chongzhun Daoist alone could not handle this matter, and the two of them needed to work together.

Chong Zhun Daoren has always been convinced of his senior brother's judgment, and he does not feel that he is being underestimated.

Yeming didn't actually participate in their actions, but just listened from the sidelines.

The two didn't think that a piece of land could help much, and they were deliberating whether to take the initiative or wait for the other party to come to the door.

If you wait, you still have the power of the City God to mobilize, and the chance of winning is very great, but you don't know when the other party will act, so it is difficult to grasp the opportunity.

The monk Zhisu advocated so that the unchanged should respond to all changes.

Chong Zhun Daoist advocated attacking, took the initiative to attack, and took advantage of the enemy's current achievements to destroy the enemy in one fell swoop.

It's just that in this case, there is no backup, and they can only rely on themselves.

Neither of them could convince anyone, and they couldn't make up their minds for a while.

Yeming said that in fact, you can attack first and then defend.

The plan is very simple, the two of them go to attack first and try each other's depths.

If you can take it in one fell swoop, it's best, if not, the two can feint and lead each other into a trap laid out in advance, of course, this trap can't be in a crowd.

The three of them studied the map and chose Laoyashan, twenty miles away from Yishan.

The terrain is high, and there are no people in a radius of dozens of miles, which is suitable for arranging formations.

Once you've decided, it's time to prepare.

Since a lot of materials are needed to set up the formation, the two of them have to go to Fucheng to buy them.

Yeming entrusted his dream to Zhang Chenger, the prospective village head, and asked him to send some people to help the two of them buy.

Early the next morning, a monk and two people left the village and headed for the city.

accompanied by Zhang Laoqi and other young people in several villages.

Instead, Yeming was idle and wandered around the village.

That night, the old village chief did not survive after all, and died.

Yeming came to work again, and took the soul of the old village chief to the ancestral hall.

The old village chief has been convinced of the ghosts and gods all his life, and when he saw Yeming at this time, he was very excited, and he wanted to kowtow to Yeming in person.

Yeming refused, now that everyone is not alive, those false courtesies are not necessary.

In the second half of the night, two messengers came to the door and took the soul of the old village chief away.

By the way, they also told Yeming that Yao Jiandong was punished by Zhang Decai for repeatedly targeting other colleagues, and he would not come out again in the near future.

When Yeming asked, he realized that this Yao Jiandong not only doubted himself, but almost everyone would have doubts about their behavior.

Even Lord Chenghuang dared to doubt it!

I have to say that he can still serve in the City God Temple, and he can be regarded as having a good temper among other bad people.

After sending off the errands, Yeming ran to find Miss Wen again.

While cultivating, Yeming awakened another demon talent spell, the Illusion Technique.

Once cast, this spell can conjure up multiple clones to confuse enemies.

Cultivating to a high depth, you can freely exchange positions between your real body and your phantom body, making yourself invincible in battle.

Last time, the vampire technique required the blood of a living person to be activated, and this time the phantom spell also has corresponding requirements.

Requires devouring a living soul to activate.

Ye Ming thought about it, he didn't activate the vampire technique last time, if he killed a person this time, took the blood of his heart, and then swallowed the soul, wouldn't he be able to activate both spells?

Thinking of this, Ye Ming was very excited, and couldn't help but want to find someone to kill and activate the spell now.

But it endured.

The monk has gone to Fucheng to buy materials now, and he may come back at any time.

At that time, if they find out that they are contaminated with evil power, then they will have it.

These two people are any one, and they are not something they can match.

Let's bear with it first, after all, you can't give up the best "food storage" like Miss Wen, Mr. Bai, and Pang Wuzhong for just two spells.

With her decision in mind, Luminous began to try to suppress instinctive thoughts.

It was the first time it tried to suppress its instincts, and it was a painful process, and the feeling was indescribable.

If there is anything that is most difficult for a person to overcome, it must be himself.

Luminous was now trying to overcome itself, constantly suppressing its instinct to devour and kill, and the black smoke body was writhing.

The black smoke fluctuated in circles, showing that Yeming's heart was not at peace, although it had no heart.

The face of the Chinese New Year's Eve condensed by black smoke was a little distorted, looking very hideous, and Ye Ming's expression was extremely painful.

As time passed, it became more and more difficult for Yeming to suppress his instincts.

It seems that because he has never devoured or killed anyone since he was born, his instinct has become more and more dissatisfied with himself.

After accumulation again and again, in fact, a critical point has already been reached.

Under the active suppression of Yeming today, it completely broke out.

"Kill, I'm going to kill, I'm going to kill now!"

"No, no, the stockpiles should keep it and eat it later, the time has not yet come!"

"I don't care what bullshit timing, eat it first!"

"If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, you must have a pattern, a pattern!"

"Pattern, you're fucking big! You're a wreck, a disgrace to the demons! ”

"I'm not ashamed, I'm going to be the most powerful demon in the world, and I probably can't even stand this temptation!"

It was as if the night was divided into two personalities, fighting each other, both trying to subordinate the other will to herself.

The constantly distorting black smoke "danced" on Miss Wen's head, which looked very strange.

Just when Yeming was suppressing her instinct with great difficulty, the sleeping Miss Wen seemed to dream of something, and stretched out her hand from the quilt and put it on her head.

The black smoke shuddered, quieted for a moment, and began to twist again.

Miss Wen's hand hooked and retracted into the bed.

It's just that by the way, he also hugged the black smoke ball into his arms.

The black smoke finally quieted down......

The next day, Yeming teleported to the top of the incense burner in the ancestral hall, conjured a hand, and touched his head.

"Whew~~ It's so hard to fight against instinct! Really, the devil's instinct is too unstructured, such a small temptation can't be stopped, how can it become a big thing in the future?

You have to be sober and dominate everything.

However, I deserve to be the existence of the world's number one devil, and I can successfully suppress my instincts.

I guess I'm the only one in the entire demon group! ”

Yeming was very proud, and let out a laugh of "Yakini".

For some reason, although the process of suppressing instinct was very painful, after suppressing instinct, Yeming obviously felt that his cultivation had improved a bit.

The cultivation of the Qingniu Ginseng Deed has been accelerated, and Ye Ming has roughly judged that his current progress is enough to withstand the progress of others for three years.

This is quite an exaggeration, how long has he cultivated the Green Ox Ginseng Deed, and he has made this progress, which is very outrageous.

Not only is it a cultivation, but Yeming feels that his mood has improved a lot, and he has a feeling of getting rid of low-level fun a little.

Mr. Bai said that scholars need to be knowledgeable and sincere, but are they right-hearted now?

Yeming couldn't help but think so.

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