Exorcism

Shen Shang is the eldest son of Shen Zhun, the former great law enforcer of Pangshan Discipline Department, and Yang Baozhen, a Taoist priest of Five Elements Department. As a pure Taoist disciple, he is not outstanding enough. He cannot compare with Zuo Liuying at all. He cannot even reach the ordinary level. While still in the realm of inhalation, he was stopped because of the Tao Tribulation.

What he encountered was Beng Jie, and he lost interest in practice and everything. He always felt that there was no difference between good and bad, strong and weak. He could only survive to the point of swallowing smoke even if he tried his best. The extra few hundred years of his life were used for practice. It's better to stay in the realm of inhalation relaxedly and comfortably. Anyway, Taoism does not lack a Taoist priest like himself, and he has no more demands from Taoism. Even his biological parents have no confidence in this eldest son.

Shen Shang is over a hundred years old and has maintained the appearance of a teenager for a long time. He does not want to grow up. Adulthood means responsibilities and many worries. He would rather be a caretaker and occasionally take care of the spiritual beasts in Pangshan. .

He also tried to survive the calamity, and even used Mu Xingqiu and other disciples of Zhiyongsuo as tools to survive the calamity, but it almost led to a big mistake. Shen Shang left Pangshan half of his own free will and half of it as a punishment.

More than ten years have passed, and the height of Shen's son has not changed much. He still looks like a boy in his teens, but his face has completely lost the traces of being a teenager. Wrinkles cover every inch of exposed skin, and his hair is as sparse as a group. In the woods of the Demonic Land, only those eyes still showed a bit of mischief and cynicism.

Now he is an ordinary little old man. He does not wear a Taoist robe, but a simple leather jacket. His hair is not combed into a bun, but a round leather hat with ear protection. He looks quite a bit... funny.

Mu Xingqiu saw Shen Shang suddenly stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Where are you from?"

"Haha, you are indeed a Taoist priest. He asked such a simple yet mysterious question as soon as we met. But I am not used to mysteries anymore, so I'll give you a simple answer. I came from the country of Saishen and traveled thousands of miles and spent more than twenty days. Just to see you."

"Meet me?" Mu Xingqiu was stunned again. He and Shen Shang were not good friends.

Shen Shang nodded with a smile, and was about to speak when he suddenly saw the brocade cluster behind Mu Xingqiu. He was also stunned, "What... is going on?"

"Go and ask him. I'll take care of the Qilin first. Mu Xingqiu flew towards the battle group. What he wanted was not the Qilin, but the crystal eye that was swallowed by it.

The dozens of people fighting fleas were dressed similarly to Shen Shang, but they all fought with paper talismans. Compared with real talisman masters, their talisman-sacrifice techniques were a little rough, but their movements with their feet were faster and more flexible, and they skillfully avoided Qilin's attacks. Attack, and at the same time it does not affect the movement of the sacrificial talisman in the hand.

Talisman masters, like Taoist priests, are generally not good at close combat, but these people seem to have developed the ability to move around a long time ago. They are surrounded by Qilin, only a dozen steps away from each other. They are not nervous at all, and their moves are quite organized.

If Qilin hadn't been very resistant to spells, he would have been knocked down long ago.

These unusual talisman masters prefer to use fire. The paper talismans used various forms of fire, but as soon as they touched the unicorn, they were bounced away. "What a spiritual beast!" One person praised, and the paper talismans in his hands were still one after another. Zhang Di offered sacrifices.

"Get out of the way!" Mu Xingqiu shouted, jumped into the center of the battle group, and headed straight for Qilin's horns.

The flea had also discovered him, roared, and rushed over.

One person and one Qilin were fighting each other again. Mu Xingqiu had suffered from underestimating the enemy, so he used all his strength when he came up, tightly grasped the corner of the corner with both hands, and pressed down hard.

Demonic blood obviously has miraculous effects on fleas. Its power increases every once in a while. If it weren't for the purpose of getting back the crystal eye, Mu Xingqiu would really not want to get involved with it, but once he started to do it, he would forget about it. Everything, just want to win.

They were wrestling in the air several feet high, spinning and tumbling with each other, rising and falling. From time to time they fell on the snow, making a big hole, and then immediately jumped back into the air.

Dozens of besiegers retreated to Shen Shang, deeply surprised by this fighting method, "This man is dressed as a Taoist priest, how can he fight like a beast?"

"He has never been an ordinary Taoist priest." Shen Shang said with a smile, turned around again, and shouted to the brocade a hundred steps away: "I don't know who you are, and I don't know why you look the same as Mu Xingqiu. But I have no ill will towards you or him. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ ˆc⃞ ˆo⃞ ˆm⃞ My name is Shen Shang. I used to be a Taoist priest from Pangshan, but now I am a fuqi guest who lives all over the world. "

Jin Cuo slowly flew over, "Shen Shang? I have heard of this name. You are very good to spiritual beasts."

"Your Excellency?"

"My name is Jin Cui. I used to be a Jin Tail horse, but now I am a spirit demon."

Among the many major events that happened in Pang Mountain and the land of monsters, the transformation of spirit beasts into monsters was very inconspicuous. Shen Shang knew nothing about it. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be stunned. After a while, he laughed, "There is such a thing. What a wonderful thing! Are you the only spirit demon?"

"Two hundred and four." Jin Cu was immediately attracted to Shen Shang, because this man's laughter revealed his sincere joy at the transformation of spiritual beasts into demons, which was very rare for someone who had been a Taoist priest.

Not far away, Mu Xingqiu finally pushed Qilin down, still holding the horns with both hands, pressing his body on Qilin's strong neck, gasping for breath, sweat beads oozing out from his forehead, "Spit it out, spit out the crystal eyes quickly." ”

The flea was still not convinced. Half of its head and body were pressed into the snow, while the other half was still struggling. After a full quarter of an hour, it gradually gave up, but refused to spit out anything. The exposed red eyes squinted at the human being. The slightest hint of begging for mercy.

Mu Xingqiu was also exhausted, but he did not dare to relax. Fleas were extremely abnormal. Except for the time when they had just swallowed the crystal eye and escaped once, they would usually fight to the death. This was a witchcraft, not the nature of fleas.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Shen Shang's voice came from a distance, "Demon blood can make people stronger, and it can also make people lose their true nature. Fleas are spiritual beasts, and they are more lost. Why don't you use mind-reading illusions? Using Taoist illusions to fight magic, that's right It’s the best spell to restrain demonic blood.”

Mu Xingqiu had long forgotten the mental illusion technique. Ever since he discovered that he could not cast illusion techniques above the third level, Mu Xingqiu had classified it as useless. He only reacted after hearing Shen Shang's reminder.

The Wuxu Illusion Technique can only be used at the third level, but Mu Xingqiu quickly found several emotions of Qilin. The most obvious emotion is anger, as if all creatures have offended it or bullied it. The weaker emotions are Frightened, the flea was obviously confused about its own state, and also felt tired. Like Mu Xingqiu, it was also tired.

Mu Xingqiu slowly aroused his tired mood, and he was also affected by the illusion. Finally, they both relaxed and lay still on the snow.

Mu Xingqiu rested his head on Qilin's neck and suddenly felt very hungry. The last time he felt this way was when he was a child in Yelin Town. He ran around with his friends for a day and when he returned home and opened the door of the courtyard, the rich aroma of food filled his stomach. His mouth was watering. He picked up the big bowl and devoured it while listening to his father Lao Qiu's scoldings, treating those words as a meal.

The sky is blue, and there is such a blue sky in Yelin Town, but there is no such thick snow, and there are no strange animals like unicorns. Mu Xingqiu's stomach rumbles, and the fragrance in his nose becomes stronger and stronger. His thoughts But flew back more than ten years ago.

Unknowingly, he was in tears.

This was an unexpected attack, just like a wandering traveler walking in a busy city, noisy and crowded, everything was as usual. Suddenly, at the most inconspicuous stall, the traveler saw a pair of tiger-head shoes. , very much like the works stitched by my mother when I was a child, so the voices of people faded away, the prosperity disappeared, and the traveler was instantly hit by homesickness for his mother, and had to leave in a hurry, looking for a corner to grieve alone...

Shen Shang appeared in front of Mu Xingqiu, holding a steaming pancake in his hand. The aroma came from it, "Are you hungry?"

Mu Xingqiu wiped away his tears and felt embarrassed, but Shen Shang didn't mean to laugh at him at all, "Dao Tong has turned us all into children pretending to be adults."

"I always remember my hometown Yelin Town. This is the first time. I miss it." Mu Xingqiu said while lying on the ground.

"Because this is the first time, the orthodoxy will no longer come out to hinder you, and no one will tell you what your state of mind should be like or how difficult it is to practice."

Shen Shang threw out the cake, and Mu Xingqiu jumped up, grabbed the cake and took a big bite. The taste was very different from that of his father, Lao Qiu, but it was enough to fill his deflated belly.

The flea also stood up and sniffed around, but it didn't eat the cake.

Mu Xingqiu used his left hand to grab a small handful of gold and silver shavings from the treasure bag. Before he could open it, the flea's tongue stretched out, rolled it up cleanly, and then licked it from the human hand. go.

Dozens of people brought by Shen Shang had already set up a small camp in the distance, making fire and cooking. Some people even sang songs with weird tunes, not like they came from the human kingdom. The brocades were mixed with them, looking very... comfortable.

"I chatted with Jin Cu for a while." Shen Shang watched Mu Xingqiu eating the cake with an appreciative smile on his face, "I didn't expect so many things to happen here."

"What do you want from me?" Mu Xingqiu ate all the cake and was not very full, but Shen Shang's hand was already empty.

"It's not because of Taoism. Someone sent me a message saying that there are only two ways in front of me. Either go back to Pangshan or ask you for help."

Mu Xingqiu understood that the Taoist priests were preparing to retire and could not leave any clues in the world. All Taoist priests, including those who were hermits and those who were punished, had to make a choice.

"Unfortunately, you have found the wrong person. The people who can help you now are Zuo Liuying and Yang Qingyin. You don't want to go back to Pangshan?" Mu Xingqiu was a little surprised.

"Everything you miss is gone, so why go back? You don't plan to go back to Yelin Town, right?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head, "But I want to find out what happened in Yelin Town back then. It was for this reason that I joined Pangshan. As a result, my practice made my worries fade away, and now it has recovered."

"Any clues?"

Mu Xingqiu said nothing. Tiger Talisman Master Gao Fuwei might have some clues in his mind, just maybe.

The flea stretched its head over and tried to use its tongue to untie the treasure bag on his waist. Mu Xingqiu's heart moved. Could Mr. Yishi, who claimed to be the closest to omniscience, have the real clue?