Ask about the Immortal Way

Chapter 1942 The peerless devil

Yu Chenghuang and the two judges were about to ask questions, but when they heard the three star kings leading their troops to pursue them, their aggressive aura suddenly disappeared, and they naturally crossed the threshold and walked into the teahouse.

Including the ghost soldiers under the nine-pole spiritual flag, and other chief officials, also filed in and squeezed into the teahouse.

The space in the teahouse is limited, so most ghosts and gods can only stand.

The people listening to the book were attentive, but they didn't know that the empty seats were filled with ghosts and gods, and there were even ghosts standing around them.

The days are short in late winter and the sky is getting dark.

When Unitary Time arrives, it's almost dark, and the streets are brightly lit and more lively than during the day.

'Snapped! ’

The storyteller slapped the crowd hard and raised his tone: "This is the goddess's infatuation that causes trouble, and the blue bird's confusion causes disaster. If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the explanation next time!"

"Oops! It's over again!"

"We have to wait until tomorrow again!"

"It's unworthy of me to be in a place like this every day!"

…

Everyone seemed to be waking up from a dream.

There were sporadic cheers in the teahouse, but more complaints, and some people begged the storyteller to say more.

"I'm sorry everyone, it's getting late. Come back tomorrow."

The storyteller had a heart as hard as iron. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, packed his things and entered the back hall.

The tea guests were helpless and could only leave in lamentation.

"Everyone, move slowly!"

"Walk slowly!"

…

After holding it in for a day, Dr. Tea finally dared to speak. He sent the tea guests away, but saw that the girl who came last was still sitting there.

"Girl, haven't you heard enough? Sir, he will arrive on time tomorrow. Come back tomorrow and I will leave a good seat for you."

Compared with those tea guests, the girl has truly woken up from her dream.

It was an extremely real dream. She had experienced everything that the Nine Heavens Goddess had experienced, and it was still vivid in her mind.

But the girl didn't realize there was anything wrong with this. She just felt that she was still unsatisfied, so she stretched and asked, "Where can I stay in a hotel nearby?"

"Aren't you from here?"

Mr. Tea Doctor Andao is indeed very charming, and some people stay overnight just to listen to the book.

The girl's temperament and dress indicated that she belonged to a wealthy family. Dr. Cha raised his hand and pointed to the east end of the street, "The Zuixiang Building next to the Chenghuang Temple can also accommodate hotels, but there are not many rooms. I don't know if there are any available yet. Zuixiang The shops next to the building are a little bit old, but they are all clean, so you can just pick one that suits your eyes."

At the same time, all the ghosts and gods also left the teahouse.

Including Yu Chenghuang, no one noticed anything strange about this incident. They even forgot about the interrogating girl. When they left, everyone was talking about the things in the story.

Two patrol officers passed by and saw their colleagues coming out of the teahouse. They said hello and asked, "Have you caught the troublemaker? Master Wu even used the Zhenshan Spiritual Flag, why didn't you listen?" What's going on?"

"Brilliant! So fucking brilliant!"

The colleague suddenly slapped his thigh.

The two undercover agents were startled by the reaction of their colleagues and were stunned for a moment, "What's so exciting? Where is the storyteller? Where was he arrested? Was he executed on the spot by the City God?"

"Storyteller? He will be here on time tomorrow morning at 1 o'clock. I have to remember the time and not miss it," the colleague muttered, answering the question inappropriately, and then pulled another colleague into a heated discussion.

Heavenly soldiers and generals confront the goddess in the story.

Their stance is completely opposite to that of the girl who sympathizes with the goddess, and they all agree that the law of heaven will not be merciful.

The two men didn't know what was going on, so they went to find other colleagues, and they all had similar reactions.

Looking at their stunned colleagues, the two gangsters looked at each other and suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

They stood there for a while, not daring to return directly to the Yamen. They came to the city gate and told the ghost soldiers guarding the city what they had discovered.

As of now, there are very few ghosts and gods left in Jinxian County who have never entered a teahouse.

"Have you ever seen Lord Cheng Huang react like this?"

The ghost guard guarding the gate asked the two sinister men.

"When we arrived, several adults had already entered the yamen, but we didn't dare to follow them. How about sending someone in to take a look?" Yin Zai whispered.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, no one responds.

"Let's go together and save one person. If the whole army is wiped out, there will be someone who can tell the news. Let's draw lots," a man said in a vigorous and resolute manner. He grabbed a few straw stalks, marked them, and half-caught them in his hands.

Finally, a ghost soldier caught Shang Shang's signature and watched his colleagues off.

The other ghosts and gods returned to the City God's Temple and looked at the building that represented the power of the gods and divided the yin and yang. In the past, this place was the most solid backing, but now it has become a scourge.

The ghosts and gods looked solemn and solemn as they stepped into the Yamen and tiptoed towards the main hall of the City God.

"There's no one inside..."

Then he went to other departments.

"The masters of all departments are not here..."

Everyone gathered together and looked at each other. The City God and Judge Wen were the most diligent in their work. In the past, they would have been handling official business in the main hall at this time.

"Hiss, could it be..."

Youyin took a deep breath, and his colleague covered his mouth.

"Shh!"

The ghosts and gods quietly exited the City God's Temple, returned to the city gate, and gathered together with sad faces.

"Who is the storyteller? Has anyone noticed?" A sinister man broke the silence.

Everyone shook their heads.

"I said," the ghost soldiers who had been left behind looked around, "could it be that we are overthinking it? If the storyteller really has such great powers, even the Lord City God fell into his trap, how can you guys come back the same way?"

"Yes, why did you let us go alone?" the sinister said in a daze.

"I just made a special trip out of the city and reached Jiuzi Mountain, and no one stopped me," the ghost soldier said again, "unless they let us go out to report the news."

"Old Wang and the others did not see any external injuries on their bodies, and there were no signs of fighting in the teahouse..."

The two Yinzai who first discovered the situation were a little hesitant at this time.

"If the storyteller really has such great powers, it means that he deliberately let us go. No matter what we do, the result will be the same. If we go to Fucheng to report, we have to know what happened. Otherwise, what can we say? Maybe we have thought too much. , let’s wait and see the situation tomorrow morning.”

The ghosts and gods finally negotiated a charter.

They did not dare to enter the city all night, so they stayed in front of the city gate all night.

It's about time on the second day.

The storyteller arrived as promised. As early as a quarter of an hour ago, the girl had ordered tea and snacks and was waiting. The ghosts and gods from yesterday were also present.

"The last chapter mentioned that the goddess was obsessed with love and the blue bird was confused, which caused the Heavenly Mother to be furious..."

New Year's Eve.

The busiest day of the year is when humanity is at its peak.

This kind of atmosphere is extremely beneficial to the practice of ghosts and gods, but Yin Chai, who was eavesdropping outside the teahouse, felt cold in his heart at the moment and had no intention of practicing at all.

The storyteller's energetic voice came from the teahouse, but other than that, there was no other noise.

The ghosts and gods of Jin County, from the city god to the ghost soldiers, have become the most loyal listeners.

Yin Chai was three feet away from the teahouse and did not dare to approach, so he quietly retreated to the city gate.

Waiting in front of the city gate were not only the ghosts and gods from last night, but also the entire land of mountain gods in Jin County.

Just listening to Yin Chai's description, the ghosts and gods felt chills coming from the bottom of their hearts.

They looked back at Jinxian County, and the familiar city turned into a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

But ordinary people know nothing about this and are celebrating the New Year in a lively way, with the sound of firecrackers ringing from time to time in the city.

Another bad guy came out of the city.

"I found out that the storyteller spends the night at Zuixiang Tower. Just like ordinary people, he spends money on hotels and meals. The only thing special is that he can eat the Zuixiang Banquet every night."

Hearing this, the hearts of the ghosts and gods moved.

"Is this person an old friend of the master of Zuixianglou?"

As we all know, the owner of Zuixiang Tower has a weird temper. Even the City God can't afford a few drunken fragrant banquets, but he cooks them for the storyteller every night.

"I... didn't dare to use magic on the Zuixiang Loudong family and show up to inquire. It seems that the Zuixiang Loudong family has known the storyteller not long ago," Yin Zai said hesitantly.

Everyone knew what he was worried about, and they wouldn't dare to do it.

"This matter is not something we can handle. Since he allows us to report the message, it is as he wishes. Unfortunately, several adults are trapped and cannot use treasures to report the message. We can only ask one of the brothers to go there in person. Fucheng, you must make it clear when reporting, because if the other party is strong, I am afraid that Fucheng will not be able to cope with it."

A ghost soldier with the highest prestige looked around and noticed that a land man had a strange look on his face.

"Brother-in-law, what do you know?"

This person is from the land where Qingyang Temple is located, and his name is Yue Wenfu.

At this moment, he was thinking about what happened yesterday.

After the City God and Judge Wen visited Qingyang Temple and explained to him, something happened when they returned to the city.

Is it just a coincidence?

However, Yue Wenfu did not disclose this matter.

Taoist priest Qingfeng had experienced the world of mortals and lived in seclusion in Qingyang Temple. He definitely did not want to be disturbed. The city god and the judge had specifically stated this.

Even if Taoist Master Qingfeng has nothing to do with this matter, asking him to take action might help Jin County survive this disaster.

"There is indeed something, but I can't explain it clearly. I must go back as soon as possible. I'm sorry..."

Yue Wenfu said hastily and used his escape technique to escape.

The ghosts and gods were left looking at each other in shock and had no choice but to continue to act according to the plan.

Without stopping, Yue Wenfu hurried back to Qipai Village, tidied his clothes at the foot of the mountain, and walked up the mountain to show respect.

The sun is shining brightly and it's not as cold as yesterday.

Even though it was New Year's Eve, there were still patients going up the mountain to seek medicine.

Entering the Taoist temple, Yue Wenfu saw Qin Sang diagnosing the pulse of an old man. Yulang and Xiaowu set up a brazier in the main hall and warmed themselves by the fire with other patients.

"Wen Fu has met the Taoist priest."

Yue Wenfu walked up to Qin Sang, bowed respectfully, and wanted to speak, but saw that Qin Sang just nodded and continued to diagnose the old man's illness.

He could only suppress his anxiety and watch Qin Sang explain the condition to the old man in a slow speaking speed, then write the prescription, take the medicine, explain the contraindications and how to take the medicine, pick up a pen, lick the ink, keep accounts, and finally accepted the old man's instructions. Thank you very much.

Before Yue Wenfu could speak, the next patient sat down immediately.

After half an hour, the last patient was finally sent away.

"Taoist Priest..."

Yue Wenfu was already worried.

Qin Sang waved his hand and said to Yulang: "Yulang, go down the mountain and borrow two horses from Chen Xiucai. Let's go into the city today."

"Entering the city!"

Yulang cheered and ran down the mountain.

Qin Sang said to Xiao Wu again: "Xiao Wu stays to look after the house."

Xiao Wu didn't ask the reason and nodded lightly.

"Let's go," Qin Sang called to Yue Wenfu and walked down the mountain.

Only then did Yue Wenfu realize that Taoist Master Qingfeng was about to take action. He was immediately ecstatic and hurried to follow.

'clatter! clatter! clatter! ’

The rapid sound of horse hooves sounded on the official road.

The two Taoist priests galloped on their horses, attracting the attention of others.

The speed of the galloping horse could not compare to the speed of escape. Yue Wenfu followed easily, but did not dare to rush. He sighed in his heart that Taoist Master Qingfeng was really into the drama.

Yue Wenfu arrived one step early, allowing the ghosts and gods to retreat.

The master and the apprentice galloped to the gate of Jinxian City, tied their horses to wooden posts outside the city, and entered the city on foot.

“So lively!”

Yulang took a deep breath, the air was mixed with the aroma of various foods, which was intoxicating.

He was born in a mountain village since childhood, and had few opportunities to go to the city.

The most memorable time was when his father took him to the city for the last temple fair. That day was as lively as now.

Although he went to the mountains to practice Taoism, this memory became more and more unforgettable and may never be erased.

In the memory, there is not only my father, but also the bright fireworks in the world.

"Master, why didn't Senior Sister come? I want to buy a gift for Senior Sister," Yu Lang raised his head and said.

"Okay, let's choose as we go."

Qin Sang seemed to be really here for shopping. He took Yulang leisurely and wandered on the street, looking here and there, which made Yue Wenfu behind him almost anxious to death.

There is a wide range of products.

Yulang was almost dazzled.

After walking all the way to Miaoqian Street, Qin Sang walked slowly to the teahouse and stopped in front of the door.

Seeing the master stop, Yulang listened for a while, glanced at the scene inside through the curtains, and asked doubtfully: "Master, is this story good to hear?"

Qin Sang thought for a while and commented: "It is a story full of vulgar plots."

At this time, the storyteller was talking about the battle between the goddess, the blue bird, and the three star kings.

When the crisis came, the goddess and the blue bird accidentally discovered an ancient immortal's cave. Their strength increased greatly, and they started a fierce battle with Sanxingjun in the cave.

The battle was extremely fierce.

Little did they know, the cave was actually the place where ancient immortals sealed demons. There was a peerless demon sealed underground. The seal was gradually destroyed by the spells of both parties, but neither party noticed it.

"I just heard a thunderbolt, and smoke and dust billowed deep in the cave. Then there was a click, and the entire mountain split from the middle. Both parties were so shocked that they stopped. There was billowing magic smoke from the crack, and I heard Jie Jie laughing wildly from the ground, shaking the world. A peerless demon appears out of nowhere! A willful act by the goddess finally brings disaster to the world!"

The storyteller spoke impassionedly, swung the folding fan in his hand, and pointed it towards the main entrance.

‘Uh-huh! ’

The minds of the mortals and ghosts in the hall were affected by the storyteller, and they all turned to look at the teahouse door.

Qin Sang stood in front of the main entrance with his hands folded, unmoved, and said calmly: "If Pindao never shows up, will fellow Taoist have to arrest all the ghosts and gods in this area before he will give up?"

"Hahaha... I can't afford this karma, and I believe that fellow Taoists will not just watch the world become chaotic."

The storyteller laughed loudly, stepped off the stage, waved the folding fan gently in his hand, and walked towards the main entrance of the teahouse.

As he passed by, the tea guest was blown by the wind from the folding fan, and immediately woke up from a long dream and woke up completely.

The storyteller opened the door curtain, walked out of the teahouse, closed the fan and cupped his hands, "I'm Qingyuan."

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