Spring goes to autumn, and the three months pass quickly.

Qingfeng vaguely remembered that before he came here unexpectedly, the peach trees outside Qingfeng Guan were bearing sweet fruits, but now the outside of Yizhuang was covered with fallen leaves.

During this period of time, the breeze and morning light chanted and practiced the Tao, and meditated and practiced at night, in addition to helping Lin Jiu, he also went up to the mountain to pick some herbs in his spare time, and provided free clinics for nearby villagers, which also had a bit of a reputation.

Although there are only a few days and nights left before the consummation of the '100-day foundation building', Qingfeng has no waves in his heart, and he is not overjoyed that he is about to succeed in condensing mana, which is the benefit of daily practice to cleanse his soul.

And with Lin Jiu's gradual fame outside, Yizhuang also began to recover its original role, after all, it was the early years of the Republic of China, and there were really not a few people who died in a foreign land.

It happened that Simu had a lot of experience in controlling corpses in Maoshan, so he simply accepted the town's remuneration and sent these poor people back to their hometowns.

It's a pity that after all, some of them are incomplete limbs, unable to cast spells to drive away corpses, or unrecognizable and unclaimed, so they had to stay in Yizhuang by the town's fundraiser.

"Bang Bang!"

Qingfeng only offered a few sticks of incense to those guests in the backyard in the early morning, and the door of Yizhuang was knocked on urgently.

"Dao Chief, Lao He is crazy, Lao He is crazy, go and save my son~"

As soon as the door opened, a woman with an unkempt face and a bloody face rushed in crying, clutching the sleeves of Qingfeng's coat and refusing to let go.

"The eldest sister said slowly, what's wrong?"

Qingfeng hurriedly supported the other party, not minding that the clothes he had just made were soiled by him, this woman he also knew, a villager in a village not far away, Lao He was his husband, but he was usually a little idle, and he loved to gamble with others when he had nothing to do.

"Lao He has hysteria, not only slashing people everywhere with a knife, but also saying that he wants to sacrifice our son to what Wong Tai Sin!"

After the woman's heart-rending explanation, she knelt on the ground, kept kowtowing to Qingfeng, and begged him to save her son.

Qingfeng frowned when he heard this, Huang Daxian's original name was Huang Chuping, he was a famous Taoist true immortal, and he was a figure of the same era as Wei Huacun, the ancestor of Maoshan Mountain in Shangqing, how could he want to sacrifice people alive.

There must be a demon impersonating and harming people, but Lin Jiu and Ma Ma Di had already gone out before dawn, and now they are afraid that they will not be able to come back, and he has not yet gathered mana, so he can't even get in if he rushes there.

But looking at the other party's helpless appearance, Qingfeng couldn't be ruthless enough to refuse, and how could a cultivator not save him.

"Eldest sister, get up, I'll go with you to save people!"

Human life is at stake, and it is too late to think about it at this time, so he has to act at the opportunity, Qingfeng immediately picked up the woman and ran back to the house to get his magic weapon.

Although the quality of the magic weapon given to him by the sect is average, it is better than the complete variety, so that the sword flag seal ruler whip is everything, Qingfeng was flustered for a while, and he didn't know what to bring, so he simply stuffed it all into the magic bag.

"Dao Chief, I can't run, you go first, please save my son!"

The village was not far away, but it was at least five miles away from Yizhuang, and the woman could still run down with an obsession for help when she came, but when she returned, she was obviously deflated.

"Then big sister, pay attention to your own safety!"

In the woman's state at this time, when the daylily was cold, Qingfeng immediately explained to her, and then accelerated towards the village.

Qingfeng was originally a martial arts practitioner, and after three months of Qi training, his physical fitness was more than better than before, and he soon rushed to the village where the accident occurred.

"Qingfeng Dao Captain is here, let me go!"

The scale of the village is not large, and there are only a few dozen families in total, and it can be said that there is no one who does not know Qingfeng who often comes to the village for free clinics.

Qingfeng walked closer and took a look, only to see an offering table placed in the courtyard of the fence, and a five or six-year-old boy was tied to the table in addition to the melon and fruit incense candles.

And Lao He was shirtless, patrolling the courtyard with a knife to prevent outsiders from stepping into the courtyard, and the blood stains on the ground and the people outside holding their shoulders and arms and screaming in pain proved that this was not a farce.

"Can anyone say what's going on?"

Seeing that Lao He didn't mean to hurt the child for the time being, Qingfeng immediately learned about the situation from the surrounding villagers, and finally learned the cause of the incident in the villagers' gossip.

It turned out that Lao He owed a large amount of debt in the gambling stall in the town two months ago because he was good at gambling, but he couldn't repay it, so he wanted to go into the mountains to do some inverted fighting to make a living, and he didn't return for three days.

After the villagers thought that Lao He was buried in the wolf's belly, the other party returned to the village in a good manner, and became a little chattering, writing the three words Wong Tai Sin on yellow paper at home and worshipping them day and night.

It's strange to say, since the so-called Wong Tai Sin was enshrined, this Lao He is simply like a god who will win every gamble, and even those who offend him will be unlucky.

But what is even more strange is that the villagers often see chicken feathers sprinkled near Lao He's house, but they never smell the smell of meat wafting from their house.

Until one day, the aunt next door went to their house to borrow needlework, but accidentally found Lao He squatting in the corner with a live chicken in his mouth, and his mouth was full of blood, and he looked like a weasel.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Qingfeng heard the words and reprimanded, since he had already found out that something was wrong, why didn't anyone go to Yizhuang to find them, he had to wait for something to happen before he could remember.

But when they heard the question, the villagers all lowered their heads, looking ashamed, and Qingfeng was even more angry when he saw this, and the answer was already obvious, these villagers saw that Lao He had made a fortune, and they all wanted a piece of the pie.

If it weren't for Lao He's accident today, it wouldn't be long before every household in this village would worship this so-called Wong Tai Sin.

"Fart, Wong Tai Sin, it's clear that the weasel has become a spirit!"

Quietly casting the Heavenly Gift Method, Qingfeng suddenly gasped, and saw the black clouds surging above Lao He's head, converging into a weasel head the size of a millstone, and a thick sinister and cunning meaning was revealed.

It wasn't until this moment that Qingfeng remembered some of the weird stories that Lin Jiu had told him in his spare time, saying that there were five kinds of animals in the world that were the easiest to become sperm, and they were 'fox yellow, white willow gray', among which Huang was this weasel.

Because they are quite spiritual, many people have offered them as immortals, especially in the three eastern provinces, this belief is particularly prevalent, among which the people who can communicate with these spirits are also called 'out of the horse fairy'.

When it was strong, there was the name of 'Nanmao and North Horse' in the world, Nanmao was the Shangqing Maoshan Sect, and Beima was the horse fairy in the north, which was enough to see how much the world respected these aliens.