When they followed the woman into a farmer's house, Jiang Fuyuan and the others realized that what they were kneeling to was actually a piece of rotten wood.

The rotten wood, bound by two red ropes, hangs high on the wall, and the wood grains are intertwined, making it look like a very abstract face at first glance. Under the wall where the rotten wood is located, there is a small tripod with a fragrant incense and three baskets.

The basket is used to put the villagers' worship offerings, and there are already a few sesame flatbreads, half a roast chicken and a pot of rice wine in the basket.

The woman carefully held the pottery bowl, poured the wild fruits on it into the basket, lowered her eyes and whispered: "True Monarch bless, the letter girl Zhou Ping has come to pay tribute to you, please White Lotus True Monarch bless my husband to return to his soul as soon as possible." ”

Jiang Fuyuan and the others did not enter the house, but only watched the women kowtow reverently in the courtyard.

The little fat tilted his head to look at the rotten wood, and whispered, "Master, is this a new god?" How do I look like a rotten piece of wood......"

[Remove the image word, this is a rotten piece of wood.] 】

Entering the courtyard, Jiang Fuyuan opened his yin and yang eyes and glanced around, there was no yin energy, no divine power, this place was clean and clean, just an ordinary farmer.

As for why the people of Xiyue Village would worship a piece of rotten wood as a religion in this house, she still hadn't figured it out.

A tall and thin man walked in outside the hospital, and he was stunned when he saw the face, and then lowered his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" What are you doing at my house? ”

Zhou Ping heard the voice and hurriedly walked out of the house.

"Lu Qi, they came with me."

She didn't dare to tell the truth, she only said vaguely: "I came to worship the White Lotus True Monarch, and they also came......"

The vague explanation made Lu Qi think that Jiang Fuyuan and his party were also here to worship the White Lotus True Monarch, his face softened a little, and he nodded and said, "It's from a nearby village, right?" I said a long time ago that sooner or later you will all come to worship the True King. ”

With that, he put his hands behind his back, didn't look at a few people, and went into the house with his chin up.

The first thing Lu Qi did when he entered the house was to look at the three baskets, and when he saw that there were only a few more wild fruits on them, he looked at Zhou Ping dissatisfied.

"You're going to pay tribute to the White Lotus True Monarch for these broken fruits? You're not sincere. ”

Zhou Ping rubbed her hands crampedly: "I really don't have anything at home, this is what I found after looking for a long time......"

"I don't care." Lu Qi squinted at her, "If you are not sincere, you will not be blessed by the true monarch, and without the protection of the true monarch, it is impossible for your man to eliminate the poison and come back alive." ”

Zhong Yongfeng couldn't stand it, and frowned: "Didn't you say that your White Lotus True Monarch is compassionate and purciful?" How can a believer be condemned because he does not have a good tribute, and what is the difference between this and demons? ”

Unexpectedly, someone dared to scold the White Lotus True Monarch in front of him, Lu Qi turned his head violently and glared at them.

"If you are disrespectful to the true monarch, you will be poisoned immediately, itchy and festering all over your body and die!"

As he spoke, the corners of his eyes twitched, the thin skin on his high cheekbones distorted, and his expression was strangely similar to that of the rotting wood ghost face on the wall.

“…… He looked uglier than a lot of ghosts. Chubby gave a pertinent evaluation.

[It's a human or a ghost, I don't know if I tick it. 】

"Okay!"

With a twist of his wrist, a soul hook chain appeared in the palm of Xiao Fat's palm.

"Walk you~"

The soul hook chain wrapped around Lu Qi's neck steadily, the chain was straight, and Lu Qi's body fell straight to the ground in the next second.

[Yes, Chubby's accuracy is getting better and better.] Jiang Fukite gave him a thumbs up.

Seeing Lu Qi suddenly fall to the ground, Zhou Ping couldn't help but take a half step back: "Lu, Lu Qi, what's wrong with you?" ”

The two Taoist servants quickly stepped forward, and one of them stretched out his index finger and put it under Lu Qi's nose for a moment, then turned back to Chi Xinsu and reported: "If you don't breathe, you should be dead." ”

Lu Qi was stunned as the two Dao attendants passed by him and went straight to the same body as himself on the ground.

"Me? I'm dead? He raised his hands in disbelief and saw that his fingertips were in the shape of wisps of smoke, not physical, "How is that possible?" How did I die?! ”

Jiang Fuyuan snorted, and what she hooked out was really Lu Qi's soul, and she expressed her disappointment.

I thought I could hook out something different, such as a ghost who possessed me or something.

Glancing at the frightened Lu Qi soul body with disgust, Jiang Fuyuan gave Xiaopang a look.

The little fat understood and floated in front of Lu Qi's soul body: "Hi brother." ”

Lu Qiyi raised his head, a ghost holding a chain in his hand, his face was so white that it was transparent, and he could still see a long tongue rolled up in his grinning mouth.

He was so frightened that he screamed: "Ahh

Chubby was speechless: "You yourself are not a person now." ”

After speaking, he raised his foot and kicked it, hitting Lu Qi's heart, and in an instant, Lu Qi's soul turned into a wisp of smoke and re-entered the flesh on the ground.

"Ahh

Corpse?!

Both reached for their waists at the same time, ready to draw their weapons.

"Ahem, cough, cough—" Lu Qi covered his chest with his hands and coughed wildly, physiological tears and snot instantly covered his entire face, splashing everywhere with the vibration of his body.

…… Dead people don't shed tears.

The two Taoist attendants silently withdrew their hands, and then retreated behind Chi Xinsu.

They didn't want to be stained a little by Lu Qi's snot and tears, they were dirty.

The sudden change frightened Zhou Ping with her hands and mouth, hiding aside and not daring to say anything.

In her eyes, Lu Qi just scolded these people for a few words, and then suddenly died, and after a while, she suddenly breathed again, and she couldn't tell whether Lu Qi was still a person or not.

Isn't his house sheltered by the miracle of the White Lotus True Monarch? How can you still be dead and alive......

Zhou Ping secretly glanced at the sacred wood on the wall, which was said to be the representative of the True Monarch, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart.

Lu Qi finally stopped coughing, his nasal cavity was sour, and he looked up dimly with teary eyes, and saw six blurred figures in front of him.

How did he remember that it was five people......

One, two, three, four, five...... Six! The sixth figure is floating in mid-air!

As soon as his soul left his body, Lu Qi's yang energy was weak, and it was a good time to hit ghosts.

Chubby shook the soul chain and shook his hand at him with a grin.

Lu Qi: !!

When he was about to open his mouth to howl again, Jiang Fuyuan struck him with a knife in the eye: "Shut up!" ”

The taste of heartwarming feet was still there, and Lu Qi immediately covered his mouth tremblingly.

Woo woo, it's terrible, how can this woman be in the same league as ghosts.

Seeing that he was finally honest, Jiang Fuyuan walked into the house slowly, glanced at the rotten wood with disgust and asked, "What is the relationship between you and White Lotus Zhenjun?" ”

Lu Qi stared and nodded, shook his head again, and pointed to his closed mouth but didn't dare to speak.

Jiang Fuyuan: "...... Speak. ”

Only then did Lu Qi dare to speak up: "I, my deceased grandfather is the divine envoy of the White Lotus True Monarch. ”

"Oracle? How do you know your grandfather is an oracle? ”

"I, I dreamed it."

Seeing Jiang Fuyuan's skeptical expression, Lu Qi hurriedly added: "Really, I dreamed that my grandfather gave me this piece of divine wood, saying that this is the miracle of the White Lotus True Monarch, as long as you worship it devoutly, you can cure the poison, and when I woke up, I saw the divine tree in front of my bed." ”

He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his mottled arms: "You see, I was also poisonous, but I worshipped the sacred wood!" ”

Jiang Fuyuan: "Then why did White Lotus Zhenjun choose your grandfather as a divine envoy instead of someone else?" ”

Lu Qi was stunned and said, "Because...... My grandfather has a fairy fate? ”

Jiang Fuyuan sneered: "People who don't have any immortal fate in life, do you think that if you die, you will suddenly be awesome?" There are so many people who have died, why does your grandfather have a fairy fate? By virtue of his quick death? Or is it because he has a brainless grandson? ”

(End of chapter)