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The night is silent and the stars are bright.

Every household in Xiafeng Village is brightly lit, especially the village inn, where many people drink to soothe their sorrows.

But although there were many people in the inn, it was eerily quiet.

Everyone in the village looked haggard, with deep dark circles under their eyes. Several people were shaking slightly with bowls in their hands and almost fell asleep.

The companions beside them hurriedly slapped their bodies to prevent them from falling asleep.

At this moment, a man and a woman walked in at the door of the inn.

The two of them are extremely good-looking, handsome and beautiful. They are like a Taoist couple made in heaven. They would definitely attract countless gazes at other times.

But at this time, the customers in the inn were in no mood to appreciate it, and their heads shook as if they would fall asleep in the next second.

"Waiter, come to two guest rooms." Chen Changsheng tapped on the counter and woke up from his drowsiness.

"I'm sorry, sir, we don't have any rooms here anymore. If you don't mind, you can spend the night in the lobby. There are still a few empty seats over there. You can consider sharing a table." The waiter said with a smile on his face.

Chen Changsheng frowned and looked in the direction indicated by the waiter, only to see a man in black robe occupying a table in the corner.

Judging from his travel-stained appearance, he must be a traveler, and the other seats filled were local villagers.

From the moment he entered Xiafeng Village, Chen Changsheng felt that everything was strange.

Everyone stayed up most of the night, all of them were drowsy but didn't dare to sleep, so they stayed up all night in the inn to cultivate immortality?

"Master, why don't they sleep?" Miaomiao asked in a low voice.

"I don't know. Let's have something to eat and leave tonight."

Chen Changsheng and Miaomiao walked up to the black-robed man and whispered, "Fellow Daoist, let's share a table?"

The man in black robes did not hide his aura of cultivation. He was a Foundation Building Stage monk, and his appearance, demeanor, and aura exuded a cold, intimidating look.

He turned a deaf ear to Chen Changsheng's questions, and continued to eat his peanuts and sip the white wine in the pot without even raising his eyelids.

Chen Changsheng has seen many such monks on the road, as long as they don't disturb the other person.

So he and Miaomiao sat down and quietly looked around.

Although the village looks strange, with the Foundation Building Stage monks there, there shouldn't be much of a problem. If all the Foundation Building Stage monks in front of you are scared away, that would be a big problem!

After casually ordering some hot dishes, Chen Changsheng and Miaomiao ate slowly. On the way, Chen Changsheng struck up a conversation with the sleepy old man next to him.

"People in your village are not sleeping. Did something evil happen to you?"

When the old man heard this, he suddenly looked embarrassed.

He glanced outside the dark door, then at the sword box behind Chen Changsheng, and then said cautiously: "Seeing that you are carrying the sword box on your back, you must be an immortal cultivator, so I will tell you the truth. We have indeed met someone in our village. It’s a strange thing. As soon as you fall asleep, you will dream about being chased by monsters. If you die in the dream, you are really dead!”

"There were immortal cultivators passing by who came to help before, but they all died in their dreams!"

"If you two Taoist priests are willing to help, please do so according to your ability. If there is really no other way, our village will have no choice but to move away..."

The old man sighed heavily.

Moving the village sounds easy, but is actually very difficult to do. Not to mention whether the ancestral graves need to be moved, the journey alone through mountains and rivers is very fatal.

Unless absolutely necessary, mortals in the Immortal Cultivation World will rarely travel far.

Chen Changsheng fell into thinking after hearing this.

If it was just a little demon causing trouble, he wouldn't mind destroying it easily, but if it was a Great Monster, he would definitely run away with his stupid apprentice as soon as possible.

The key is that the information I gave you is too little. I don’t even know the evil body, let alone the Evil Cultivator.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but look at the black-robed monk and asked softly: "Does Fellow Daoist know the situation in the village?"

Seeing how calm the Foundation Building monk is, maybe he knows something?

However, the other party responded with a contemptuous sneer: "What does it have to do with me? Even if I knew, I wouldn't bother to tell you."

"Whether or not to take action really depends on Fellow Daoist's wishes. This matter cannot be forced."

Chen Changsheng's expression was as usual. The other party's attitude was too cold. He would not continue to put his hot face on his cold butt.

"Miaomiao, come with me for a walk."

"oh."

Miaomiao was very obedient and followed her master with a hum.

The two wandered through the dark and silent village, going deep into the dark woods.

Chen Changsheng took out a bronze mirror and looked around. A small world appeared in the mirror, reflecting the entire village.

The true form of the evil spirit that controls the village also appears clearly in the mirror.

I saw the shadow of a hundred-foot centipede floating in the air, with thousands of thin legs moving slowly, releasing wisps of black energy, covering the entire Xiafeng Village!

But the centipede didn't dare to invade the village by force. It was afraid of the outsider who broke into the village - the black-robed Foundation Building monk!

At the same time, the centipede's cultivation was also reflected in the bronze mirror.

Qi Refining nine floors!

Chen Changsheng was relieved.

It’s just that the monster on the ninth floor of Qi Refining is not a concern at all. I thought it was a Foundation Building Great Monster, but it turned out to be a centipede monster with extremely strong hiding ability.

"Master, the bug is so big, should we run away?" Miaomiao said blankly.

"Don't worry, I can be killed easily as a teacher."

After putting away the bronze mirror, the two returned to the inn.

Chen Changsheng looked at the black-robed monk again and said calmly: "Fellow Daoist has seen the truth of the village from the beginning. For you, the little centipede monster is just a snap of your fingers and can be destroyed. Why did you choose to remain indifferent?"

Judging from the other party's aura, he was practicing orthodox sect techniques.

He is clearly not an evil Demonic Cultivator, and the centipede is not his pet, but he allows Monster to destroy mortal lives. This is inconsistent with the moral principles of an upright sect.

Although not all decent monks are like Monster Slayers, slaying monsters everywhere, when faced with harmful monsters that are a hundred times weaker than themselves, they will choose to destroy them casually when they encounter them.

You can accumulate a wave of merit with the movement of your fingers, so why not do it.

The black-robed monk in front of him was completely different. He was very cold, even his heart was cold.

It's either that he doesn't want to accumulate merit, or that he intentionally harms the people in the village, or that he simply doesn't care.

Just like humans observing insects and animals hunting each other, he is indifferent to who lives and who dies.

If it's none of your business, never interfere.

"So what if you can kill them with a snap of your fingers? They are just a group of ants. If they die, they will die. This is the fate of ants."

The man sneered, as if he didn't want to hear what Chen Changsheng had to say, so he stood up and walked out of the inn.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he suddenly turned around, unfolded a scroll in his hand, and asked Chen Changsheng, "Have you ever seen this person?"

Chen Changsheng glanced casually and felt something in his heart.

Isn’t this ‘Chen Xizhong’ after his disguise?

"Chen Xizhong, who won the Tai Chi Pan Guo, has only been seen in the scrolls. Fellow Daoist is also looking for this person for the Tai Chi Pan Guo?" Chen Changsheng deliberately showed a puzzled expression and asked.

The man in black robe immediately snorted coldly, with anger in his eyes: "Damn Chen Xizhong, he is just a fake."

He paused and suddenly grinned.

"Thank you for your worthless answer. In return, I will let you, an ant, witness the collective tragic death of your companions."

call!

The man in black robe waved his sleeves, and a scent of fragrance suddenly blew in the air.

Chen Changsheng frowned and immediately activated True Qi to block the gas, but in the end a few odors remained and drifted into the inn.

The drowsy villagers seemed to have been tapped into their sleeping holes, one after another lying on the table and falling asleep...