Different from the upper realms of the demon world and the fairy world, the reason why the mortal realm is called the mortal realm, in addition to the low level of vitality, the backwardness of the laws of heaven and earth, etc., the fundamental reason is that the real leader of this realm is still mortals, and those who really occupy every corner of the continent are still weak mortals after all.

Even though there is a peerless romance in this world, and there is the invincible demeanor of the cultivators who move mountains and reclaim the sea, but in the final analysis, there are still a few lucky people who have immortal fate, and most of the hundreds of millions of mortals in this world still live an ordinary life with their backs to the sky and facing the loess. Immortals, spirits, for them, are just myths and legends that exist in books.

For fragile mortals, don't say anything magic power, even an ordinary plague can harvest a large area of life like cutting wheat, just like at this moment in the south of this world, in the territory of an ordinary human dynasty with the name of Li, a plague that is extremely terrifying to mortals has erupted.

From north to south, the plague, which covered thirteen towns and cities, spread rapidly almost overnight, and the slightly wealthier families had already moved away, and those who could not afford to leave could only stay where they were, helplessly waiting for death to come.

Yuan Zhen led the little nuns from the Cihang Temple has stayed here for more than half a month, along the way to save the people do not know how many, tens of thousands of people to build a shrine for it, the tree monument erection, singing his merits, and this, that is, one of the true meanings of the door, save a good heart to help others selflessly, and in the end will naturally reap the rewards, on the other hand, purposefully help others, in the end it is often a bamboo basket for nothing.

And today, under Yuan Zhen's extremely pure and powerful divine sense, they have gradually approached the source of the plague.

Walking across the arch bridge, the welcome stone at the entrance of the village has long been destroyed, and only a vague word "village" can be seen, and the original content has long been wiped clean by time.

The deserted villages, the ruins and broken walls everywhere are overgrown with weeds, and the air is filled with yellow-green smoke that is invisible to the mortal eye, which is the prototype of the plague, in which there are no less than a hundred kinds of Gu worms, that is, they penetrate from all the subtleties of the human body, destroying people's internal organs, tirelessly passing on the epidemic, and harvesting life.

In many of the broken houses, several bodies collapsed on the ground, black and stinking from the dry weather, and the whole village was filled with a breath of death, which might be called death.

"Senior sisters, be careful, the source of the plague is only ten feet away from us. Yuan Zhen's black hair was tied casually, wearing an ordinary plain monk's robe, and he was holding a string of Bodhi seeds in his right hand, turning slowly and evenly.

Behind Yuan Zhen stood eight little nuns from Cihang Temple, who sensed the strange atmosphere at this moment, and all looked around cautiously with some fear.

And at this moment, a whirlwind rose from the ground, and in an instant, a mysterious black-robed man suddenly appeared on the originally empty clearing, and the figure hidden under the black robe was thin and weak, looking like an old man in his last years.

A vague syllable that seemed to come from the depths of hell slowly came from under the black robe.

"Leave...... Otherwise, ...... dead"

A little nun trembled and pointed to the black-robed man, then pulled Yuan Zhen's monk's robe, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Senior brother......"

Everyone looked in the direction of the little nun's finger, and saw that a foot was exposed at the hem of the black-robed man, but it was not a flesh-and-blood limb, but a few yellowed dry bones that could barely be called a foot, in other words, under this black robe, wasn't it a skeleton that had been dead for many years?

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Ahh......h

The little nuns let out one exclamation after another, and then moved in unison, hiding behind Yuan Zhen and not daring to look at it again.

Yuan Zhen didn't see the slightest fear on his face, he just turned his head and comforted gently: "Senior sisters, don't be afraid, along the way, flesh and blood people can't help us, there are just a pile of dry bones in front of us, what are you afraid of? ”

After Yuan Zhen finished speaking, it was as if an invisible force had descended, and the black-robed man suddenly fell down as if he had lost his pillar, and the yellowed broken bones fell to the ground.

Hearing the voice, everyone held back the fear in their hearts and looked over curiously, only to find that the originally terrifying black-robed man had turned into a rag on the ground, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"But the source of the plague has not yet been solved. Yuan Zhen stepped out, and the nuns carrying the Cihang View instantly crossed the distance of space and came to the small square in the original village.

I saw that there was a delicate small altar built in the center of the square, made of a whole stone, painted with countless evil and inexplicable charms, and above the altar in the center, a gray-yellow orb slowly rotated, absorbing the power of plagues and unjust spirits from all directions.

"Little monk, what are you doing when you bring these little nuns here, are you really not afraid of death?"

The black wind was howling, and a middle-aged monk with his hands behind his back and a withered face suddenly appeared next to the altar, looking at his deep-set eyes, black eyebrows, and skinny appearance, but it was not much different from a dry corpse walking upright.

Yuan Zhen gently turned the rosary and said with a smile: "If I am correct, Your Excellency should be the outcast of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect ten years ago, if you want to say that the little monk is not afraid of death, I think Your Excellency's courage is even greater? Dare to spread the plague and slaughter mortals on such a large scale, are you really not afraid of the cycle of heavenly principles, and the retribution is not happy? Don't say that it is you, even those old demons in the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, I am afraid and dare not kill so blatantly." ”

The middle-aged monk seemed to have been poked in the sore spot, and even his expression became a little hideous.

"Who the hell are you, and if you dare to talk nonsense, don't blame me for leaving you all here!"

Yuan Zhen still had that harmless and innocent smile on his face, but the speed of the rosary in his hand was a few points faster: "It doesn't matter who the little monk is, I just ask Your Excellency to put down the butcher's knife, follow me to the Buddha Gate, and recite scriptures to surpass the soul, or it may alleviate the killing caused by the donor." ”

"Hahahahahaha

"Your Excellency, don't waste your efforts, characters like the Immortal Lord are ......" Yuan Zhen was halfway through speaking, his face suddenly changed greatly, the rosary that was quickly pinched in his hand suddenly stopped, and an extremely strong white light suddenly erupted on the whole person's body, and the plague poison around him was roasted in the blink of an eye like the remnant snow encountering the scorching sun, and the plague orb on the altar exploded in an instant, and then was destroyed, and the middle-aged monk let out a miserable cry even more weakly, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood, and then quickly rushed towards Yuan Zhen.

"Bastard, if you dare to spoil the good deeds of your own way, you will die!"

As he spoke, he threw out a bone-spur-like thing and stabbed it at the center of Yuan Zhen's eyebrows, looking at his ruthless methods, he was obviously sophisticated.

And Yuan Zhen didn't look at it, just folded his hands and chanted a Buddha name.

"Amitabha. ”

The incomparable torrent of Buddha power washed out, and the middle-aged Taoist was already wiped out in an instant.

"My Buddha is merciful, the little monk sensed that the younger brother of Yuanjue would have a great disaster, the matter here is over, the junior sisters quickly return to the Cihang Temple, and when I can save the junior brother, I will visit the Cihang Temple again. ”

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Zhen had already disappeared in place, leaving only a few little nuns at a loss, still looking at the place where Yuan Zhen disappeared in a daze.