In the Yama Palace, Xue Ziba sat on the stone chair in the hall. A masked man walked into the hall: "Lord of the Enlightenment Hall, there is news from the north. ”

"What's the news?" Xue Ziba has stayed in the Yama Hall every day since there was no matter at the top of the cliff, and he lost four Yamas at once, and his henchman Lu Li also lost his life. Now the affairs of the Yama Hall are to be handled by themselves. Not only that, but after being hit hard, we also have to make various plans to recover our vitality.

"Someone saw Traitor Thirteen. ”

"Where's that traitor?"

"North. ”

As soon as Xue Ziba heard the words of his subordinates, he stood up and laughed wildly: "It turns out that someone told me that the traitor is not dead, I still don't believe it, but I didn't expect that he is really alive." God really help me, kill my four Yamas, hum, what a great ability. Send for him at once and bring him back. ”

"The hall master thinks twice. The masked man hurriedly stopped.

Xue Ziba asked coldly: "What are you thinking about? If you don't take revenge, how can I swallow this breath." ”

"On the day of the thirteenth on the top of the cliff, you can kill my four Yamas, which shows the high level of martial arts. Even if you send someone there, won't you be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger?"

"You don't have to worry about this, tell me that the traitor who is not dead told me that his cultivation that day was directly aimed at the earth immortal, because there was a master who passed on his cultivation to him. There was no battle on the top of the cliff, although he did not die, it was a fluke. Now he is afraid that ordinary martial artists can deal with him. ”

"Don't believe the words of others. Even if Thirteen has no cultivation now, but since there is a master to guide him, I am afraid that someone will protect him, if I kill him and annoy the master, wouldn't it be a trouble? ”

"Are you disobeying my orders!" Xue Ziba already hated Dao Chan to the core, and vowed to crush him to ashes. His traces that are hard to be discovered today, how could Xue Ziba give up so easily?

"The subordinates don't dare. ”

If he really has a superior behind him, then this disaster has already been caused on the top of the cliff without a trace. In that case, why should I be afraid? If I don't kill him, I will not be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart. You don't need to say more, send someone. ”

"I don't know who the main hall will send? ”

"That's a problem. My Yama Hall is now very damaged, and I am afraid that there will be villains plotting against me, so it is naturally not good to send Yama, so I will send a few Vajra Rank people to go. ”

"The subordinates obeyed. ”

Daozen left the town and turned back to the south. I know the roster by heart, but I came to the north first, just because Nan Ping Feng is the most special person among them, neither a martial artist, nor a person in the rivers and lakes, nor those people above the temple. It's just a doctor, he is only a mortal realm now, so naturally he can't go up the high mountain first, and then go to the low slope. Of course, find the best person to deal with first.

Moreover, if you go to the north, which is remote, you can avoid the people in the rivers and lakes, and you will not be discovered by others, otherwise, once you are discovered, you must soon come to the door to ask for your life. Now, if he runs into the Yama Palace, I'm afraid he will only have to slip away. Even if you want to run, you may not be able to get what you want.

This time, I went to the south, but to Longhu Mountain. Leaving the north and going to Longhu Mountain is also a plan that Dao Chan has made early. Longhu Mountain is the ancestral court of Taoism, and it never asks about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. However, there were three Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain, who went to Tianmu Mountain to stay in the clouds, which made Daochan suspicious. Why do so many Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain go to that little cloud to stay and watch, is it to talk about the scriptures?

If there is one, it may be a coincidence, if there are two, it may be a discussion of the Tao, and if there are three, I am afraid that there is something else in it.

Moreover, Murong Yiwen told Daochan that Butong had returned to Wudou Mountain, and wrote a letter to tell him about it, and also asked Daochan if he was really dead.

Murong Yiwen didn't tell the truth, and Dao Chan thought that if he went to Longhu Mountain this time, he would definitely not be in danger. The people on Longhu Mountain are some cultivators, who have always been famous for their light clouds and light winds, and they are at ease. In this case, he asked the reason, there should be time to go to Wugu Mountain to have a look. When Dao Chan thought of his honest appearance, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, which would definitely startle him.

Thinking like this, Dao Chan glanced at the beggar who was following him: "Hey, can you stop following the master? If you don't listen to the persuasion again, the master will beat someone." ”

The old beggar was unkempt, covered in frostbite, wrapped in layers of rags stolen from nowhere, holding a fist-thick wooden stick in one hand and reaching for a broken box. Hearing Daozen speak, he grinned, his teeth were burnt yellow, and two front teeth were missing, and the old beggar wiped his nose and didn't speak.

Daozen sighed, since he met this beggar, he had been unlucky. Daozen glanced at the sky, and the dark clouds were piling up, just like his current sad mood.

Nan Ping committed suicide, Daochan found someone to give him silver taels, bought a coffin, and buried him alive before leaving the town. After leaving today, after eating the dry food on his body, he hunted pheasants in the forest and roasted them to eat. When he saw that the pheasant was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, his appetite increased greatly. But I saw a group of villagers chasing a beggar in the distance, and the beggar had a few old hens in his hand, although the snow was deep and the forest was dense, but the beggar was like a wild dog, slippery to the extreme, dodging the stones and sticks thrown by the villagers behind him.

Daozen didn't want to be troubled and ignored it, but the beggar had already run past him, but he turned back, squatted beside him, and began to pluck chicken feathers.

"I said, uncle, what are you doing here? Everyone is coming, you still don't want to run?" Dao Chan was full of doubts.

The beggar smiled, shook the old hen in his hand in front of Daozen, and without saying anything, he continued to stop the chicken feathers.

The group of villagers caught up, looked at the beggar, and then at Daozen, and the village woman who led the village turned around and looked at the villagers behind her, and then pointed to Daozen and asked, "Are you in a group with him?"

Daochan was hungry in his stomach, pinched the roast pheasant, and then took a bite: "No." ”

The village woman glanced at the beggar who was plucking chicken feathers beside Dao Chan, and how could she believe what Dao Chan said: "If you are not a group, where did you get the roast chicken, and why doesn't he leave by your side?"

"I said auntie, I made the chicken in my hand myself, as for this uncle, how do I know why he stayed by my side and didn't leave?"

"In the past few days, the village has been throwing chickens, I originally thought that the wild beasts in the mountains entered the village to steal food, but I didn't expect it to be this beggar. Fortunately, we bumped into us this time, otherwise wouldn't the chickens in the whole village be stolen by him alone?" The village woman spoke very harshly, with one hand on her waist and the other hand pointing at Dao Zen.

Daochan rolled his eyes, and it wasn't the chicken I stole that told me so much to do, and everyone said that there was a debtor and a debtor.

"Auntie, I've already said it, this matter has nothing to do with me, what you want to do with him is up to you, just don't bother eating chicken. ”

As soon as the beggar heard Daozen's words, he immediately stuffed the hen into his arms, hugged his feet and began to cry: "Young master, you said that I should steal the chicken, but now you can't ignore me." ”

As soon as they heard the beggar's words, the villagers were guilty of stealing chickens, so how could they listen to him.

"Well, I'll just say, where did a beggar get the guts to steal so many hens, and it was indeed instigated by you. Say, what should be the matter today?"

Daochan watched the beggar cry, got his leather jacket, and hurriedly kicked the beggar away: "Who is your young master, if you don't leave, I'm going to beat someone." ”

The beggar rolled on the ground twice, crawled to Daochan's side, hugged his legs, and cried again and again: "Young master, although I am a cheap life, you can't ignore me." ”

Daozen looked at the villagers surrounding him and sighed, knowing that it was useless for him to say more.

"What do you want?"

"Count your later acquaintances, this beggar has stolen more than a dozen old hens in the village before and after, quickly bring the money, if not, pull you to see the official. ”

As soon as he heard about the money, Dao Chan was in pain, but when he looked at the beggar, he had nothing to do. After some bargaining with the group of villagers, Daochan was finally willing to take out the money bag, he took out the silver taels, carefully counted them several times, and took the lead in the village woman for fear that Daochan would regret it, so she snatched the silver taels from his hand: "Since you have already taken the money, I will spare you today." Hmph, obviously rich, but still doing such a thing of stealing chickens and dogs, it's really a bad thing. ”

Daochan bowed his head and said, "Take the money and don't leave, what do you want?"

The villagers left.

Daozen thought about his silver taels, glanced at the beggar again, and was angry in his heart, and threw the roast chicken in his hand to the ground.

The beggar, who was holding his leg, wiped his nose, picked up the roast pheasant and nibbled on it.

"You?" said Dao Chan wanted to cry without tears.

It's just that Daozen didn't expect that beggars would not be an ordinary scourge in the future.

Daozen wanted to get rid of this beggar, so when the beggar was eating roast chicken, he jumped on the branch of the tree, and after a few leaps in the forest, he left the woods.

He clapped his hands, it was a pity that his roast pheasant, he hadn't eaten a few bites, but he cheapened the beggar. But now that he got rid of it, Daozen was still in a good mood, and he continued to go south, and when he came to a small stream and rested for a while, the beggar came out of nowhere with the old hen in his hand, ran to Daozen's side, and sat down.

Dao Chan looked surprised: "Hey, how did you find me?"

The beggar smiled and didn't speak.

Daozen really wants to find a fortune teller on the street to calculate a hexagram for himself now, whether he has turned over some taboos recently, or offended the immortal, how can he spread such a scourge.

While the beggar was sitting aside and napping, Daozen walked quickly and left the beggar. When he estimated that he had left the creek for several miles, he was relieved.

Seeing a restaurant in the distance, the wine worm pierced the intestines, so Daozen sat in the store and asked for two pots of warm wine. Just drink to relieve your worries. Who knew that he hadn't drunk two sips, and another pot of wine was taken away and drunk, Dao Chan said angrily: "Dare to rob the master of the wine to drink?"

When I looked up, it was the beggar.

Daochan was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, and drank the wine himself: "Xiao Er, two more pots of warm wine." ”

He glanced at the beggar standing beside him and pointed to the bench beside him: "Sit down and drink." ”