"Ahem~"

The wound in the lungs did not heal completely, and there was a dull pain.

Ma Ping covered his chest, the long sword pierced his body just now, and his upper body was dyed red.

Fortunately, it is no longer a fatal injury, and the body is slowly recovering.

Breathe~

Grit your teeth and tear off the hem of your clothes and make long strips to bandage the wound.

Hiss~!!!

Even with such a simple action, he still broke out in a cold sweat.

Leaned against the trunk of the tree and rested for a moment, and then waited for the wound to heal a little more before he stood up with difficulty and walked to the corpse.

Huang Chuling was completely dead, his lips were white, and there was a dead color on his face.

I don't know if he was killed by himself, can he still seal the ghost karma?

Shaking his head and sighing:

This time I was careless, but fortunately I didn't die, otherwise everything would have been over!

His lips pursed, and his eyes condensed slightly:

Although cultivation is fundamental, it is about the Great Dao and about immortality!

But if there is no means to protect the road, then this road is like crossing the river without a boat, and it may capsize at any time!

The road to immortality, qualifications, and fate are indispensable.

Qualifications are determined.

Except for a very few, most of them rely on contention!

Cultivating the secret medicine?

Fight for the blessed land!

The opportunity to become enlightened?

Call~

There was a faint light in his eyes, and when he went back this time, he went to the Dao Palace to see if there was a suitable Dao protection technique.

Many of his current methods are more inclined to subjugate demons and subdue demons, as well as preaching beliefs. Very few people really fight!

Thinking in his heart, he looked at Huang Chuling who was kneeling in front of him, and lowered his body to rummage through him.

As he thought, there was nothing else on his body except this clothes.

When you go out to cover up and kill, you naturally won't wear a waist card or anything like that.

Reflexively walked to where you were just now.

The area of more than ten meters here is charred black, and the plants and trees are burned to the ground.

The pitch-black ground was faintly circular, one level lower than the ground next to it.

Stroll to the middle of the circle, where a fine iron array lying almost split in half.

Ma Ping picked it up and looked at it and threw it away, it couldn't be used.

Looking up at the sky, the moon was already past mid-heaven at this time.

got up and dug a pit to bury Huang Chuling, and then after a brief tidying up, he went to the tea shop.

Galloping all the way, half a cup of tea returned to the room and closed the window.

I checked it and made sure that no one had been here during my absence.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he took off all the magic weapons on his body, it was people who fought tonight, and they were not used.

Then he cleaned the wound again, and then took out a clean robe and put it on.

After dealing with the beginning and the end, and finally sitting cross-legged on the bed, he needs to sort out what happened today:

Huang Chuling was killed by himself, will he be convicted?

After frowning and analyzing for a long time, Ma Ping slowly shook his head:

No!

Because the relationship between the people in the Taoist palace is not a sect, nor is it a master-apprentice inheritance, it is more like a government agency between monks.

Monks are not the same as mortals.

The power of the monks is attributed to themselves, and it is not the sequence of "official positions" that determines the status of each person, but their own deeds.

If the Tao is high, the status is high, and if the Tao is low, the status is low!

Huang Chuling and himself are also Taoist ranks, so they have the same status.

But he lives and he dies! That's the difference.

No one will speak for the sake of the dead!

Analyzing this, Ma Ping's heart relaxed.

I got up and poured a glass of water and drank it.

Of course, this is not to say that Daogong will not react at all.

Dao Gong should arrange someone to come down to investigate, but it will respect it because of its own strength, and the final result will inevitably be beneficial to itself.

Turning the teacup in his hand slightly, Ma Ping was suddenly stunned and thought:

Huang Chuling chose to kill himself, did Dao Gong also know?

......

Pingyang County, North City Gate.

Ma Ping rode on a green donkey.

The donkey's hair is shiny, apparently it has been well conditioned during this time.

At this time, Ma Ping was riding on its back, still rubbing around, and it seemed that he was not used to suddenly having one more person on his back.

Syllable!

"You beast, don't you even know the way of poverty?" slapped away.

The donkey was honest in an instant, Ma Ping turned his head to look at Master Li and said:

"You go and tell the county honor, and you will say that the poor road has recently realized in his heart, and he must go back to the mountain to cultivate."

"I won't go to see him"

Master Li hurriedly said:

"Yes, Dao Chief!"

He had already inquired from the coachman that the little road chief in front of him was really capable!

Rise from the dead!

People who have been dead for more than ten years can still be saved!

Skill!!!

He asked cautiously:

"This matter is written down in a small way, does the Taoist chief still have orders?"

Ma Ping shook his head and didn't say much. Patted the donkey on the neck and went forward.

Master Li stood in place, looked up at Ma Ping's back, and sighed:

"Really high~"

Ma Ping rode on a donkey, and he had a refined heart.

He was going to put down the matter on the county order side first.

Because of the incident of Huang Chuling, he has no heart to help the county order catch some little demons and ghosts now.

"Let's talk about it when this hurdle is over."

Although he guessed that there would not be a big problem, what if he guessed wrong?

The Purple Mountain View is fifty miles north of the city.

With no one to drag him down, it took only one day to ride the donkey and return.

When he left, he was just a Taoist priest, but at this time he had already become a high merit!

Kick da ~ kick da ~

It may be that when he arrived at a familiar place, the green donkey seemed particularly excited, and his four hooves rolled over and gradually made a lot of snowflakes.

trotted all the way to the gate, Ma Ping saw Lao He set up a chair and lay there drinking tea.

Hearing the voice, he turned his head to look over, and then with a smile on his face, he got up and trotted a few steps:

"Lord, are you back?

As he spoke, he took the reins.

Ma Ping had already turned over at this time, and nodded when he heard this:

"I've done everything that should have been done, and I've done what shouldn't have been done," he walked into the museum.

Lao He's face was confused:

What does it mean that everything that should be done has been done, and what should not have been done has been done?

When he looked up, he saw that his master had already entered, so he hurried to follow.

The snow is concentrated in the view, and it looks refreshing.

The two walked briskly across the front yard to the backyard.

Ma Ping turned his head and asked:

"Qiaoniang, why didn't you see her?"

Lao He tied the donkey to the branch and replied:

"The goddess is combing the earth's qi and preparing to open an acre of spiritual land"

That's a good thing!

Nodding in acquiescence, he asked:

"What will happen to the view while I'm away?"

Lao He stood aside and said:

"Looking at the prestige of the Lord, nothing has happened in this time"

"But Niu Er of Niujiazhuang at the bottom of the mountain went up the mountain twice, and wanted to drag himself into the view"

Ma Ping sat on the stone bench, closed his eyes, and nodded:

"If you think it's a good fit, just take it, but there are only two people on the left and right."

As he was talking, a puff of white smoke suddenly came out and condensed into a human form.

It is the Purple Mountain Goddess Lin Qiaoniang!

The body condensed and knelt down:

"Qiao Niang visits the Lord, and the Lord lives with the sky!"

"Get up, Qiao Niang, you prepare, we will visit the Qingyun Mountain Venerable God tomorrow!"