The Bloody Taoist

On Qingshui Street, a mahogany sign hangs high on the door of Shifang Inn, with a big "hundred" character written on it.

In the lobby of the inn, all the members were beaming because the eldest master of the Zuo family had just given everyone two months' extra monthly payment, and even the servants each received a big red envelope.

"Ever since my Zuo family encountered a catastrophe, I have been fortunate to have received your help and worked together to tide over the difficult times. It is because of everyone's support and hard work that I feel deeply gratified and extremely grateful.

Today, the inn business is booming, thanks to your hard work and unremitting efforts.

Although this sentiment is not enough to express my utmost respect, I hope it can express my gratitude.

I firmly believe that with everyone’s wisdom and persistence, we will be able to achieve greater success in the coming year and jointly welcome a better tomorrow!

If business can be better next year, I will increase everyone’s monthly salary by 20%! "

Everyone below cheered. They held the red envelopes they had just received and watched the owner's impassioned speech on the counter.

I just felt my mood agitated, as if a warm current rushed straight into my heart.

Zuo Yinyang waved his hands and said with a smile: "New Year is in two days. I announce that our inn will be closed until the fifth day of the lunar month. Now you can all go back to celebrate the New Year."

Lao He and Chef Fang had already packed their things and left one by one.

The two brothers Qihu and Bahu also returned to the village, dragging large and small bags of New Year's goods.

Zuo Yinyang looked at the few people still staying in the inn and said, "Leopard, if you want to go home, you can, I will allow you to go back."

he asked softly, his tone gentle.

Liu Baozi was obviously at a loss. Ever since his father came back, he had been troubled in his heart.

On the one hand, he felt that his gambler father was unreliable, and on the other hand, he felt that being a domestic slave was not a long-term solution.

Seeing Xiao Liu Baozi looking a little embarrassed, Zuo Yinyang smiled, and then without waiting for Baozi to speak, he said directly: "It doesn't matter, you think about it first. If your father wants to redeem you, you can ask him to come to him at any time. I.

Okay, you and Su Li, let's see what's missing and seize the time to prepare some New Year's goods. Let's have a good New Year! "

After arranging everything in the inn, Zuo Yinyang and He Qingni returned to the backyard.

"You really talk~~~"

After hearing half of He Qingni's words, Zuo Yinyang said with a smile: "What's wrong with my words?"

"nothing!"

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In the room, Zuo Yinyang kept looking around the huge black coffin in front of him.

It is not accurate to say that it is black. This red blood iron wood was originally a dark red spiritual wood, but due to being soaked in flesh and blood for a long time, the blood color on the surface has completely disappeared, showing a look similar to black iron. color.

The shape of this coffin is original, without any unnecessary decoration, giving it a simple feel.

Zuo Yinyang was stuffed into this coffin for half a year. At that time, he was still a child without the power to resist.

He was fed various medicines to replenish Qi and blood by evil witches, and then the evil witches used evil methods to cut his flesh and extract his blood for use in sacrifices.

That kind of pain and torture caused most of the children to die in agony.

Only then did Zuo Yin Yang come back to life in another world.

Zuo Yinyang gently touched the coffin. Although a long time had passed, his body still seemed to have terrible memories. When he was close to the black coffin, his body would always twitch involuntarily.

He suppressed this feeling easily and then thought deeply!

"What's the use of Master Jing Ruo asking me to change this? Is it used to hit people in a fight?"

Just when Zuo Yinyang was confused, he suddenly felt a familiar movement coming from the yard.

He hurriedly went out, and there were three people outside.

In addition to Pei Xingmou and Wang Baotou, there is another person who is also very familiar with them.

This person is Jiang Lingzi.

Normally, Pei Xingmu, Xingmei Jianmu, always looks confident that I have the overall situation under control, but today there was a rare trace of anxiety in his eyes. He didn't wait for Zuo Yinyang to speak and said directly: "I have something important to do, and I have to return to the sect. One trip, he will protect you during this time."

As he said this, he pointed at the reluctant Jiang Lingzi beside him!

Seeing Pei Xingmou looking over, he hurriedly smiled, then patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist Jing Ruo, this little fat guy will be fine in my hands."

Zuo Yinyang and He Qingni, who heard the noise at the same time, were a little stunned by the sudden change!

He Qingni asked hurriedly: "Jing Ruo Zhenren, when can you come back!"

Obviously, he felt that Pei Xingmou's backer was much more reliable than the careless Jiang Lingzi.

Pei Xingmou shook his head and replied: "I don't know!"

Zuo Yinyang saw this and asked hurriedly: "Master Jing Ruo, do I have anything else to ask?"

"explain"

"I don't know why senior asked me to redeem this black coffin yesterday."

Pei Xingmou replied without any hesitation: "The black coffin has long been soaked with your flesh and blood, making it difficult for others to control, but you can easily refine it and use it as your own magical weapon.

In addition, you usually practice exercises in your room and lack the protection of formations, so you can just lie down in the black coffin, because this red-blooded iron wood has the inherent property of isolating all interference from the outside world, which is perfect for you! "

Then, he paused for a moment, seemingly hesitant, and then added: "In addition, I can sense that this item is destined to you!"

After saying that, another golden light flashed through, and he was nowhere to be seen in the yard.

It seems that the affairs of the Shangqing Sword Sect are indeed urgent, otherwise Pei Xingmou usually would not cast spells at will in the city.

Seeing Pei Xingmou leave, Lingzi's face drooped again.

"Why am I so unlucky! With you two following me, the opportunities in this strange situation must have nothing to do with me! Hey!"

After recalling the memory of the strange situation, Zuo Yinyang said: "Senior, as the saying goes, good fortune and misfortune depend on it. In my opinion, this strange situation may not necessarily be a chance, but it may also be a curse!"

Ling Zi turned his head and stared at Zuo Yin Yang, his eyes sparkling, and he said with great interest: "It seems that you have gained nothing in this strange situation! Hehe, can you tell me something?"

At this moment, this General Lingzi looked to be about twenty years old. His face was handsome and handsome, and there was no trace of corpse energy emanating from his body.

Judging from his appearance alone, no one could imagine that the man in front of him was a powerful monk who could control corpses and ghosts!

Then Zuo Yinyang told Jiang Lingzi everything he had seen and heard in the strange realm in detail. Of course, he concealed the ancient seal script on the tombstone he saw last.

"From this point of view, this strange place should be the cemetery of a monster clan. No wonder that boy Wuzhi wanted to let the little snake monster go.

That's not right. Didn't he let the snake demon go and tell the big demon in the Cangwu Mountain the information?

In this case, is this strange situation really difficult to describe? "

Combining the spirit child with Zuo Yin Yang's narrative, we can quickly deduce the possible risks!

At this time, Wang Captou on the side suddenly interjected: "I'm afraid this matter has something to do with the court!"

The three of them looked at Wang Baotou. He was startled and waved his hands quickly and said, "I don't know the details, I'm just guessing!"

Jiang Lingzi did not continue to ask. The Southern Chu Kingdom was just a place he traveled to. He was obviously not interested in these royal matters.

"Hmph, I really don't know why cultivators want to participate in mortal affairs. These monks who are emperors in mortal countries will be devoured sooner or later!

Okay, you are the king! "

"Yes, I am the boss of this county. If you need to run any errands, please come to me at any time!"

Seeing Jiang Lingzi and Wang Captou preparing to leave, Zuo Yinyang hurriedly asked: "Senior, if you have time, can you give me some advice? I don't know how to refine the black coffin that Master Jing Ruo asked me to exchange into a magic weapon. He left so fast just now that I didn’t even have time to ask!”

Jiang Lingzi thought for a while and replied: "It just so happens that there are many rooms in your inn, so I will stay at your house. By the way, I also want to see what is special about the black coffin that is destined to you."

Zuo Yinyang looked happy: "That's great, I'll arrange the room right away.

By the way, why do you think Master Jingruo concluded that this thing is destined to me? "

Xiang Lingzi squinted his eyes and stretched his head to look at the black coffin in the left Yin and Yang room.

"Don't you know what magical powers Master Jing Ruo practices?"

Zuo Yinyang shook his head in confusion.

Jiang Lingzi turned back to Zuo Yinyang and said:

"This sword cultivator is an inner disciple of the Shangqing Sword Sect. Strictly speaking, the evil spirit and Gang Qi he cultivates are very similar to Qi.

It can make him have a special feeling.

This Qi unity is called

Jieqi! "