There is a dilapidated small Taoist temple on the Sifang Mountain, there was originally an old Taoist who practiced here, and was worshiped by the surrounding villages on weekdays, protecting one side, and later was taken by the goblin when he cast a spell to catch a demon, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. This can make the villagers of several surrounding villages worried, in this world where demons and evil are rampant, the protection of a cultivator is the foundation of survival, and now the only hope in the village is gone, so that some people in these villages are panicking.

A few days after Lao Dao disappeared, a fat Daoist came to Sifang Village under Sifang Mountain, only to see that this Taoist was tall and fat, with a white face and yellow beard, and ignored the children who were talking and playing around him, and walked straight to the door of the village chief's house with a smile.

"Is there anyone in the family? ”

The head of Sifang Village is an elderly man who is nearly seventy years old, and he is at home at this time, and when he goes out of the gate and sees that this fat Dao person is not like a mortal, he does not dare to slack off at the moment, and hurriedly asks his daughter-in-law to boil water and cook, and welcomes the Taoist to his home.

After the two of them sat down separately, the village chief arched his hand and asked, "I haven't asked the Taoist Elder Venerable yet, which immortal mountain are you practicing in?"

Fat Dao people said with a smile: "Poor Dao Road No. East Fence, practiced two Jiazi at the foot of Fengchao Mountain, this time out of the mountains and traveled all over the world, the first time I came to the precious land, the old man was polite." ”

When the village chief heard this, he was overjoyed in his heart, and secretly thought to himself: "This Dao chief has actually practiced two jiazi, and he is really a land immortal! Although Fengchao Mountain has never heard of it, it must also be a holy place of immortals, and now our villages are worried that there is no immortal family protection, isn't this a sleepy pillow?"

Thinking of this, the village chief bowed his head and shouted: "Dao chief help!"

The fat Dao man sat upright, accepted this worship calmly, and said with a smile: "I don't know what you mean, uncle?"

The village chief said: "Dao Chief, don't hide it, I am the village elder of this Sifang Village, there is a view in the back mountain, there was originally a long one who practiced there, protecting our villages, I never thought that the Dao chief was captured by the goblin a few days ago, leaving us mortals here to be frightened, I see that the Taoist is strong in your magic power, and your bearing is extraordinary, you must be the person of the immortal family, and I ask you to be merciful and stay to protect us villagers!"

The fat Dadao man got up and helped the village chief up, stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said, "Well, I am also destined for your village, and it is not impossible to stay and practice! ”

The village chief said happily: "If the Taoist chief has any requirements, just say." ”

The fat man stretched out a finger and said: "My request is also simple, in the future, each of you will raise some chickens and ducks, and in the future, cook two of them every day and send them to me." ”

The village chief was stunned when he heard this, this request was indeed very simple, and he was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter outside the window, as if a young man was laughing under the window. The fat avenue man was stunned and said, "Who is outside the window?"

The laughter stopped, and he said, "What a greedy weasel!"

With just this sentence, the cold sweat of the fat Dao man fell, and he said in his heart: "Bad things, bad things, have been seen by the masters." ”

The village chief didn't know what was going on, but he heard the voice and said: "A few days ago, I met an old Taoist who was thrown in the wilderness in the barren mountains hundreds of miles away, and he said that he was thrown there by a weasel who had become a fine spirit, and I was surprised how this monster only picked people's clothes and did not harm people's lives, so I secretly came here to investigate, I have been observing you for three days, I said why do you wear a Taoist robe every day to learn there, it turned out to be an abacus for eating and living here for a long time, and two chickens and ducks a day," Speaking of this, I couldn't help laughing a few times, and continued, " Don't be afraid, this weasel really wants to bless you, these days I heard it mutter, it turned out that your ancestors had saved it, since then it has stayed here to settle down, these years have been secretly protecting the village, a few years ago to cultivate the human form, want to repay the favor, see that the old way is old and the spell is low, not very useful, so there is a replacement of the mind, this is the way to get the old way away, their own reappearance to throw. I think it is a goblin who has become a spirit, but there is no blood on his body, and he has not done anything evil over the years, but he is dedicated to cultivation, and his Taoism is not weak, and it is more than enough to protect your villages. That weasel, since you are bent on repaying your kindness, I am not good for you, after receiving the offerings of these villagers, you must keep their side safe, the way of heaven has a spirit, if you are evil, someone will accept you. ”

When the fat Dao man heard this, he was overjoyed and said: "Shangxian Mingjian, the little demon will never dare to do evil, and he will definitely try his best to protect the people here." ”

No one answered outside the window for a long time, and the fat Taoist estimated that the comer had gone, so he got up and said to the village chief who was still stunned and smiled: "Uncle, it's decided, two a day......

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At the foot of Dahua Mountain, there were bursts of singing on the tree-lined path, and a man with a medicine basket on his back hummed a small song of mountain songs.

I saw this man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his aura was lofty, his back was wide and his shoulders were wide, and there was a stream of righteousness between his eyebrows.

After walking a short distance, I saw a huge rock lying on the side of the road in front of me, on which sat a young man, with a dark face and an unattractive appearance, carrying a tight sword wrapped in rags, with a bamboo stick next to his right hand, and a hard cake in his left hand and eating it seriously.

Seeing this, the man was slightly stunned, and before he could speak, he only heard the young man ask, "But Doctor Cui?"

The man arched his hand and said: "The divine doctor doesn't dare to be, it's under it." ”

The young man then asked, "I don't know where Doctor Cui is going?"

The man replied: "There is an old man in the town below the mountain who has always been in pain, and I went up the mountain to collect some medicine, hoping to cure him." ”

The young man sneered: "I'm afraid that it is easy for you to go up the mountain, but it is difficult to go down the mountain." ”

The man frowned and said, "Little brother, what do you mean?"

The young man stuffed the cold cake into his arms and said, "I heard that not long ago, there was a Cui Shen Doctor in the town under the mountain, who had superb medical skills, countless people, and very low consultation fees. This makes me a little admired and curious, admiring the medical ethics of the divine doctor, and curious about how such a beautiful jade person can reside in this remote mountain village. So I took a closer look at the people you had healed. Speaking of this, the young man smiled, "The result disappointed me, every person who has taken your medicine has been poisoned, and the Gu has entered the brain, and there is no medicine to cure." ”

When the man heard this, his brows furrowed: "I didn't expect that the little brother is also a cultivator, but it is a little abrupt in the next, yes, those people were tricked by me, and the master is refining a magic weapon, which requires the souls of eight hundred men and eight hundred women, so he sent me down the mountain to collect the things I need." ”

Hearing this, the young man raised his head and looked directly at the man, his eyes were extremely bright: "Your Excellency is not afraid of retribution if you do this?"

"Hahaha," the man looked up to the sky and smiled, there was no wind around him, and the bloody qi erupted from his body, "The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, the strong are respected, those ants can be calculated by me is their creation, retribution? What retribution can there be? Could it be that my retribution is your little baby who has not dried up?"

The young man shook his head and said in a low voice: "How come beasts still know how to repay their kindness, but some people are not as good as beasts?"

"The deity is the big disciple Cui Ming under the ghost of the ghost-faced ancestor, you remember it on the Huangquan Road. Saying that, the man took out a snake-shaped nail from his sleeve, looked at the sky for a sacrifice, and recited a word in his mouth, only to see the snake-shaped nail flickering in the air, and flew straight to the young man's door, the young man picked up the bamboo stick in one hand and only scratched it in the air, and the serpentine nail flew in the air like a headless fly, the man's face changed, his hands were folded, and the bloody qi around his body rushed towards the young man like spirituality. As soon as the words fell, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and instantly thundered on the man's head, this time the man's body was crumbling, the green smoke was rising, and the blood was also thunderbolted, the young man stood up with two fingers and stroked in the void, and drank: "Leave the soul!" The man only felt top-heavy, his eyes were black, and he immediately fell down, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that his soul body had fallen into the hands of the young man, and his body was lying in place smoking and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"You...... You are...... You are the Taoist of Fangcun Mountain!" The man's soul was extremely frightened, "Thunder, leaving the soul, this is all the Taoism of Fangcun Mountain! Isn't that Fangcun Mountain already destroyed the Taoism? How can there be a descendant of Fangcun Mountain now!"

The young man was slightly stunned: "You still know Fang Cun Mountain, it seems that you are not a nameless." ”

The man's soul said fiercely: "Seeing that you are just a little ghost who has just started to cultivate, and your mana cultivation is so strong, I know your methods, we people are nothing more than a soul when they meet you, but if you don't want me to beg for mercy, my master will definitely take revenge on you!"

The young man didn't speak, but just shook his palm lightly, and thunder and lightning overflowed in his hand, and when he spread it out again, the man's soul was already in ashes.

The young man rubbed his hands, took out the hard cake from his arms and continued to gnaw it, and when the cake was finished, the young man took out a yellow talisman from his arms, shook it gently, and the talisman turned into blue fire, and the figure of the young man disappeared into the breeze.

Three days later, a green smoke suddenly rose from the boulder, and an old man with white hair and black beard swallowed out of the smoke with a broken spear, looking around with a little anger on his face. When he saw the corpse of the man who had been riddled with holes by the beast, he was even more angry, and the sneer in his mouth was chattering, but when he saw the charred black grass and trees around the corpse that had been split by lightning and lightning, the cold laughter stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly locked his throat vigorously. The old man looked at the man for a long time with three points of astonishment and seven points of confusion on his face, and suddenly walked to the man's corpse, picked it with the broken spear in his hand, and the corpse turned over at the same time his clothes were also scratched, only to see that the man's forehead and chest had a pitch-black rune, as if someone had scalded it with a soldering iron, but it penetrated into the skin and flesh very deeply, and the old man suddenly jumped out of the way as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

"Fang Cun Mountain!" a hoarse voice with a poignant and fearful voice startled a field of wild birds......