It's almost July, and it's the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. Pang Xian and the three of them connected the light together, like a touch of flying clouds, walking above the extreme sky.

Heaven and earth are like steamers, steaming and very uncomfortable. Looking down, you can find that the red ground is thousands of miles away, and there is not a single young leaf in sight. When the crops and seedlings were supposed to thrive, there was a great drought, then a flood, and now the locusts are raging, and the plague is epidemic, which is unbearable to look at, and the people are displaced.

It is said that at the beginning of the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Chongzhen, ascended the throne, there were frequent images of the country's demise. According to the "Chronicles of Hannan Continuation County", in the first year of Chongzhen, the whole Shaanxi sky was as red as blood. Five years of great famine, six years of great floods, seven years of autumn locusts and great famine, eight years of drought in Xixiang in September, slightly sunny and waterlogged, all the houses are gone. Nine years of drought locusts, ten years of autumn crops are completely gone, eleven years of summer locusts cover the sky, thirteen years of great drought, fourteen years of drought.

As the land of fish and rice, the south of the Yangtze River has also been plagued by disasters in recent years, Chongzhen suffered from heavy floods in 13 years, drought and locusts in 14 years, and drought and plague in 15 years. is just a few words, but it represents blood and tears.

"Xianggong, let's press the light and do what we can!" Yinshu originally advocated not being stained by cause and effect, but when she saw the scorched earth, white bones and green phosphorus, and all the households were wiped out, she still couldn't bear it in her heart after all.

Pang Xian's face was expressionless and very heavy, and when he saw a village where there was still cooking smoke, he and Qiu Kui tacitly descended the cloud road. I don't know if this trip to the Central Plains is right or wrong, but on a whim a few days ago, it seems that this trip has hidden mysteries and is related to his own path.

When I entered this Daoxiang Village, I found that the locust god was being worshiped with great fanfare. Although the villagers were ragged and had sallow faces, they still cheered up and sorted out the blood of pigs and sheep, and the seasonal fresh fruits.

An altar was built in the center of the village, on which sat two yellow-robed Taoists, looking at their faces, they were childish, fairy wind and bones. Every move reveals solemnity. Quite like a fairy man.

In the center of the altar is a humanoid statue made of five grains and straw, which is commonly known as the thatched demon fairy. Pang Xian knew that people at this time were very superstitious, the world was in drought, and the locusts were plagued, so he didn't think about how to eliminate the locust plague, but worshiped the locusts as immortals, which was the origin of the locust god.

Yin Shuxing's eyes were full of sorrow, how could those two Daoists hide from the naked disciples of the Sect, and they had no Dao power. It's clearly a charlatan's deception. As soon as the brilliance of the right hand flashed, it was necessary to teach them a harsh lesson. Take advantage of the natural disaster to deceive the ignorant people, and you should be killed!

Pang Xian stretched out his hand, grabbed Yin Shuyu's hand, and said in a secret voice: "Look at the spiritual changes of those people. ”

Liu raised his eyebrows, he was originally dissatisfied with the interference of the minister, how could he protect those two swaggering and deceitful criminals? But when he looked around, he found that the eyes of the villagers of Daoxiang Village were full of longing. Heavenly Demon Induction. Those thin bodies exuded a terrifying spirit.

This......

Looking at Yinshu's puzzled eyes, Pang Xian explained, "This may be their last hope. In the face of natural disasters, what can they do except pray to the gods and Buddhas?"

The cold light in his eyes disappeared as soon as he saw it, "As for the two wild people who took advantage of the fire to rob." Why not pick them up later!"

Qiu Kui, who has always been in and out of the green world and ignores the red dust world, can't help but secretly praise the mountain lord for handling it properly. Sometimes compromise is also an art, and it is inevitable to lose anxiety if you only know how to fight and kill.

But when the two yellow-robed Taoists ascended the altar, Pang Xian and the three couldn't help but be surprised. A slight breeze blew in the air. The humid and stuffy air was swept away, and the aura of the plague could be found boiling in the aura. But they are clearly Daoist monks who have no Taoist power!

At this time, even Pang Xian was suspicious, could he have met a Taoist senior who was hidden in the game world? He couldn't help but look at Qiu Kui's senior. Since he passed on his "Xuan Zhen Interpretation". This old man has refined the Yuan Shen again, and the mana of the Dao has undergone earth-shaking changes in the past fifteen years. Although it is not as authentic as Xuanmen, it is no longer a side-door immortal with a vain foundation.

"Oops!" Qiu Kui was annoyed, "Mountain Lord, look at their gourd, we got the wrong person." ”

After being reminded by Qiu Lao, Pang Xian discovered that there was a yellow gourd on the altar, with a talisman pasted on it, which was emitting a glowing glow at this time, and spit out colorful smoke at the mouth of the sentence. The aura of the plague was like a long whale sucking water, and it shot into this magic weapon.

The old camphor tree is yellow and wilted, and the disease is eliminated, and it is full of vitality again. Even if the scorching sun hangs high, the villagers who have been tortured by disasters are still in good spirits, like old people molting scales, insects turning into butterflies, and the tenacity of vitality is more tenacious than weeds.

Because the two immortal elders were still practicing, everyone didn't dare to make a noise. However, Pang Xian and the others were curious, they didn't know what kind of immortal adventures were hidden behind this wild Taoist, they were clearly mortals but had immortal magic weapons.

After a while, the plague and disease within a radius of 100 miles were absorbed by the yellow gourd, and the two Taoists put away the peachwood sword and various colored banners. Looking at the villagers who rushed up peacefully, the air was peaceful, and the fairy wind was boneless, and there was a sense of dust.

The village elder trembled and handed over a bag of copper coins, which tinkled and clanged. With a humble look of flattery, he said: "Immortal Chief, we are struggling to make a living, and we have nothing else to grow, only a piece of sincerity, I just ask Immortal Chief not to dislike it." ”

Pang Xian and the others looked at the two yellow-robed Daoists curiously, not knowing how they would respond. Although those copper coins are fund-raising contributions from the villagers, they should not be in the eyes of capable people.

Hoopoe laughed and said: "My two brothers occasionally got the immortal machine, thanks to the Plague Emperor Daojun to teach the immortal method. This is to help the poor and eradicate the plague and locusts. In the future, you will be able to cast the golden body of Chengde and ascend to the Purple Que Heavenly Mansion, what is the use of this blockage? ”

As he spoke, he glared at his junior brother Zhang Ming, only to see him echo bitterly: "Yes, don't spoil our Dao Fruit." ”

Hearing their reply like this, Pang Xian couldn't help but be amazed, these two prevarications were clearly nonsense. But is there really such a person in the world who is anxious for justice and righteousness, does not ask for anything in return, and does not collect money? It seems that we should also reflect on our own family, and some things really cannot be seen only on the surface.

Later, the two yellow-robed Taoists did not sit down at the table, leaving only a few words, claiming that their divine skills had not yet been refined, and they could not be done once and for all, and they needed to come again to collect the plague and disease after ten days.

Yinshu's cheeks were crimson, full of self-reproach. "Xianggong, if you hadn't stopped me, I would have made a big mistake today. ”

Pang Xian smiled bitterly: "I also miscalculated today. Looking at their deep and shallow retreats, they haven't even practiced the true qi of the inner family, so it's no wonder that we mistakenly think of charlatans. But now I can catch up with those two Taoist friends, and it is also a good story for a fake Taoist to meet a true immortal!"

The hoopoe and Zhang Ming are just ordinary people, and Pang Xian will not worry about being thrown off by them. When he estimated that they were far away from Daoxiang Village, Pang Xian used a trick, and in a flash, he disappeared from the crowd of excited villagers.

was about to arrange the opening of the individual face, when he heard the two yellow-robed Taoists below arguing.

"Senior brother, you are really. How can you extrapolate money? It's so pedantic!" Zhang Ming couldn't help but blame.

The hoopoe was no longer clear-headed, and said coldly: "Stupid thing with shallow eyelids! Recently, it has been a critical period for Master and Master to practice the Fa, how can we make extraneous branches? Our sixteen Plague Messengers are fiercely competitive. The master said that after the matter is completed, only four people can be admitted to the immortal family gate. ”

Although he knew that what his senior brother said was reasonable, it was just because of his stingy nature before, he was still unconvinced: "Isn't it just a few copper coins? What's the big deal?"

Seeing that the junior brother still dared to refute, he threatened: "I have fallen into blood mold, and I will go all the way with you idiot." Be careful I tell my master, you know best her methods, and you will be branded with a demon flag and demon fire to refine your soul, and you will blame me!"

Hearing this conversation, even Pang Xian, who prides himself on being broad-minded, couldn't help but be dumbfounded, could it be that there is a ghost in the Jiangnan plague? )