Demon King’s Repayment

Lianghe Town is located in a transportation hub, with prosperous commerce and lively markets.

What is rare is that the streets here can still be kept clean and orderly, and the public security environment is good. Not only are there few thieves who stole the dog, but there are not many beggars on the side of the road. Lao He likes to gather in this town and do some safe business.

Obviously the local official who governs this place is a competent official.

Yuan Xianger and others were walking down the street. When they were about to reach the Heshen Temple, they saw a doctor in a drugstore carrying a medicine box and was eagerly dragged by a patient's family and hurried out.

Passers-by who watched the excitement were talking about it.

"Which one is this? There are so many people with this disease recently."

"It's the only son of the old Wu's family in the street. The person who was fine last night, but this morning he seemed to have lost his soul and fell asleep for no reason. The family is now in a mess, and he is rushing to ask the doctor."

An old man clapped his hands and sighed: "Look at which number these are. It's useless to ask a doctor. If I say, I have to ask an expert to take a look."

"Who said no," said the person next to him, "I heard that the lord of the county invited the mage of the Qingyi Sect in Kunlun Mountain, and he is now looking at the river temple."

"Oh, why is it a master of the Qingyi Church?" Some of the audience was curious, and they moved their heads to discuss, "This is such a big thing, how can you not ask the real person of the state religion Dongxuanjiao?"

The person who spoke first lowered his voice: "Don’t even think about it. Once you start Dong Xuanjiao, it’s equivalent to letting the officials know. Now the three-year exam is approaching, our town’s performance in all aspects is very beautiful. How can the masters be willing to let these bad things listen to the heavens at this juncture? Naturally, they have to secretly suppress them."

Everyone showed a suddenly realized look.

Yuan Xianger was a little surprised when she heard this.

The Qingyi Sect is a sect that is completely different from Dongxuan Sect.

Compared with Dongxuanjiao's style, it is strong and famous. Many teachers of the Qingyi Church lived in Kunlun Mountains and practiced ascetic practices. Even if there are occasional disciples walking in the rivers and lakes, they are like idle clouds and wild cranes, their whereabouts are uncertain. Unless by chance, few people can ask them to come forward.

When Yuan Xiang'er was dealing with General Qiu Yueming's case, he met a monk of the Pure Sect in Mobei. The monk named Qingyuan had a sphinx apostle who used Zhanyan Dan and Yanshou Wan. Exchange for Nan He from Yuan Xiang'er has always kept Yuan Xiang'er's memory fresh.

When we arrived near the Heshen Temple, it turned out that at the intersection of the temple, the county government had blocked the entrance and exit, and the people watching the excitement surrounded the inner and outer three floors.

"What does this loss of soul have to do with the river temple? Why does the mage come to this small temple instead of going to the patient's home?"

"The outfits of these mages are a bit too shabby, aren't they scammers?"

"Not so, the magistrate has always been wise, so I wait for the fart people to watch the fun at ease."

Is there someone who, like himself, perceives something wrong with the river temple? Yuan Xiang'er led Dong'er into the crowd. She couldn't get in and couldn't see clearly from a distance. Nan He jumped from her arms and stepped on the roof to a high place.

"Can Dong'er tell me why you say Lord River God is gone?" Yuan Xiang'er knelt down and asked the little girl next to her.

Dong'er thought for a moment, "Sister, can you see it too, right? My mother used to take me to the Heshen Temple. I often saw an old white-bearded grandfather and an uncle in black clothes playing chess in the temple, but other People can't see them. I think they are the river gods, but recently they have disappeared, and the whole temple is dead."

"Did Dong'er be frightened by your father last night?" Yuan Xianger touched the little girl's head to comfort her. Normally, children of this age would easily leave a shadow in their hearts when they face domestic violence.

Dong'er hesitated for a moment, "No, it's not a father, it's a mother."

She raised her head and looked at Yuan Xianger: "Mother, she seems to have become another person. Last night..."

As she was about to continue, there was a rebuke from inside the river temple.

"Where's the monster, bold!"

I saw a mage in the temple lay up on the roof. The mage was wearing a hydration suit, a silk tie on his waist, a bronze sword with a pattern in his hand, hemp shoes on his ears, and a long moustache. The appearance of an expert.

He held a sword in one hand and pointed a parallel sword in his hand, facing a silver-white little milk dog squatting on the roof like a big enemy.

The puppy rolled his eyes, jumped off the roof, relied on its petite stature, and quickly disappeared after squeezing into the crowd.

"Why, where are the fairies running!" The mage yelled, jumped up and chased him, and accidentally knocked down a few people watching the bustle while running, leaving his apology along the way.

"Sorry fellow, sorry fellow."

"Why are you bluffing like this? Isn't it really a magic stick?"

"Oh, I bumped into someone!"

"Why did the mage chase the dog away?"

...

After chasing a few miles outside the city, the long-bearded mage caught up with Nanhe.

"Look... to see where you are running!" He breathlessly took the sword and pointed at the little wolf demon in front of him.

The little wolf of unknown breed turned around in the white reed field and looked at him indifferently.

The bright sky suddenly darkened.

The gate of heaven opened, and the stars appeared in the daytime.

A little wolf the size of a milk dog dragged a huge and primitive animal shadow behind him.

The mage was frightened, knowing that he had encountered an unprecedented strong enemy, but at this time, he could not turn around and escape. He had to gritted his teeth, sacrificed his personal magic weapon, and was about to launch an attack.

"Hey, eh, don't do it." In the distance, a man riding a lion-like monster, leisurely floated from the white reed flowers.

When I came closer, I realized that he was a very young mage, also in a simple hydration robes, with a silk tie on his waist, hemp shoes on his feet, and a green hat on his head.

If Yuan Xianger were here, he would probably say a coincidence. This mage was the Qingyuan she had met once in the north.

The long-bearded mage who was more than half a century old saw the young man, but respectfully bowed his head and said, "Master."

"I'm talking about imaginary extremes." The real Qingyuan man with one leg crossed, one leg hanging down, sitting leisurely, "You have been practicing with me for so many years, and even the apostle can't tell it? This one has nothing to do with this matter, he An apostle to someone else’s family."

The mage named Xu Ji was taken aback, and then he took a serious look, and as expected, there was a flash of **** seal on the wolf demon's eyebrows.

Qingyuan rode on the back of the demon, and looked around Nanhe for a moment, "Hey, last time we met, you were still in the wreckage phase. I didn't expect to be an adult so soon, it's really good."

He touched his jaw and looked at Nan He seriously, "I said you, would you like to be my apostle? If you are willing, I will always be able to exchange you from your master at all costs."

"No." Nan He only said one word.

"Don't refuse to be so fast. Come back to Kunlun Mountain with me. There are delicious foods there every day. You can soak in hot springs every day. I will send a special person to comb your hair and massage your skin..."

"Do not."

"Is she so good?" Qingyuan didn't give up, "Look at me, what place I can't compare to your master? I look so beautiful and live longer than her."

The sentence "Live longer than her" hit Nan He accurately. He couldn't help but raise his head. Qingyuan looked very young, but he had a 40 or 50 year old apprentice, and he must have a secret technique to prolong life.

Qingyuan grasped the change in his mentality at this moment, "No matter how good she is, she won't be able to spend much time with you. Come to me, I am different, I can still walk a long way with you."

He bent down and stretched out his arms towards the little wolf on the ground.

"I said this fellow Daoist, it is too despicable to secretly pry other people's apostles while others are away." Yuan Xianger arrived in time.

She glanced at Qingyuan angrily and stretched out her hand towards Nanhe. Nan He trot a few steps, jumped on her palm, and was embraced by her.

Qingyuan showed a disappointed look, and he slapped Yuan Xianger with his words: "What a coincidence, I hurriedly said goodbye last time. I never imagined that I could meet fellow Daoists in such a place again."

Yuan Xianger replied, "My residence is not far from here. Fellow Daoists may tell, what happened in Lianghe Town?"

"Of course," Qingyuan said of what he had heard from local officials. "A few days ago, the residents of this town suddenly became unconscious for no reason. The county magistrate asked Kunlun to come, so I came to see Look."

When he talked about business matters, his dignified expression was finally slightly serious, "I checked the patients, and all of them lost their souls, leaving only a body that could breathe. If the cause cannot be found, these people will not be able to pass a few days. It will gradually wither and die. Time is running out. We have not received any new information. It is a bit tricky. If you are also interested in this matter, you can exchange ideas with us."

Just when Yuan Xianger and Qingyuan were discussing the symptoms, Zhang Jiada Lang woke up from a hangover in the Zhang family compound.

The man covered his head with a splitting headache, looked at the messy home, and walked out vainly. Many pieces of porcelain on the ground were smashed by him when he got angry last night, and the meteorite iron that suddenly fell from the sky broke the roof of the house and is still inlaid on the floor. The whole night passed, and the house was still in such a mess, and the man could not help but rise in anger.

Perhaps he still had some guilt in his heart when he first acted on his wife. The wife was submissive and unable to resist, and she gradually discovered the pleasure of wanton venting. Having achieved nothing, he seemed to have recovered his confidence as a man from the raging violence.

Go ahead, anyway, you don’t need to bear any consequences to vent your emotions, and the other party can’t escape your palm.

"It's really bad luck," he said, looking at the leaky roof, "I don't know who got this bad luck."

He walked a few steps and saw his wife sitting calmly in front of the dressing table, dressing in the mirror.

"Stinky lady, your husband is awake, and he doesn't know that he is going to wait on him, and he still sits here with a grin?" He stepped forward, raising his palm to give Lin a visit.

The wrist was caught in the air.

The person who grabbed his wrist was actually his always gentle and virtuous wife.

The wife's skin is very white, and her fingers are on her wrists, and the delicate whiteness is particularly conspicuous. But at this moment, the fingers that should have been soft are tied tightly around his wrist like iron tongs.

"What's the matter, you... let go, let go first." Zhang Dalang's wrist hurt, his momentum became weak, and he shouted with a guilty conscience.

Lin just held his wrist and looked at him, with lush jade arms, exquisitely scratching his head, with a faint smile and bright eyes.

His wife has always been sturdy, and even the affair between the husband and wife is very difficult to let go, far inferior to the charming little ladies in Huajie. Zhang Dalang has never seen her with such a delicate and tender look, and his heart is itchy again.

He softened his voice, "Miss, let go first, if I don't hit you. Let's go back to the couch together and do something happy."

Lin's smile became brighter. She took Zhang Dalang's wrist and slowly pulled him towards herself, and suddenly pressed him to the ground with her backhand.

"You won't hit me? But I promised her to give you a meal."

"Let it... let go first. You hurt me. Let's go back to the couch. I'll leave it up to you how you want to adjust. Hey."

Lin reached out and picked up a wooden ruler for cutting clothes on the dressing table, and put it in his hand, "That's what you said."

With the strong wind, the thick ruler slammed on Zhang Dalang's back.

Zhang Dalang made a howl like a pig,

But his wife, who was always gentle, picked up the filthy coat that had been discarded on the ground, and threw it into his mouth, blocking his voice.

"Don't start yelling so quickly, husband. When you beat me on weekdays, I never yelled."

The flexible wooden ruler, placed in this woman's hand, turned out to be as tough as an iron bar. One after another, he slammed Zhang Dalang's back and legs fiercely, painful but unable to die, and the fight was completely bloody.

Zhang Dalang was lazy all his life. He didn't know how to write martial arts. He made cats and dogs to such an age. He had never suffered such a crime. The pain made him cry. He wanted to resist, but the strength of the woman pressing him was so great that he had no room for struggle. I wanted to ask for mercy, but I couldn't help but let out a sorrowful sound.

At this moment, he suddenly knew what it was like to be bullied by someone under his body, and to ask for nowhere.

The woman next to her looked like an emotionless creature, with a face, and the wooden ruler in her hand rained down. The pain caused him to die for countless times, and the pain seemed to be endless.

Woo woo ...... ...... mercy, no longer afraid. Zhang Dalang cried and used his eyes to beg for mercy.

It wasn't until the wooden ruler snapped into two pieces that Lin stopped his hands and stood up.

Zhang Dalang's face was full of nose and tears, and he looked at the woman in front of him tremblingly, begging her to extinguish her anger as soon as possible.

As long as I pass this level, after this time, I must give up this mad woman, he thought hard in his heart.

"It's so boring, what's the point of such a man?"

Zhang Dalang heard a strange sound in the air, but the sound from his wife's mouth was like another person.

The man stooped to lift him up, twisted his request regardless of his request, dragged him all the way across the rubble ground and pushed him onto the bed.

"Don't you want to do something happy with me?"

The familiar and unfamiliar face bends down to look at him, with red lips, like drinking blood,

"I will send you to Paradise now, right?"

A man's voice rang in the air.

Zhang Dalang felt a strong force pulling him forward, as if he had left his body, drifting forward in a daze, and was sucked into a dark bottomless abyss.