The God and Buddha are actually me

"Dashachun, it can't be cured, this person is dead!"

Under the constant urging of the fat man, the thin man still stepped forward to feel the pulse of the corpse, and sure enough, he didn't feel even a trace of pulse.

"And I always feel that there is something wrong with this corpse. It's too weird to be in the wilderness. Let's go find a treasure to restrain the miasma!"

The thin man looked at the handsome face of the corpse and felt sorry in his heart.

It's really a good skin, no worse than Mr. Meng who teaches in the south of the city, but he died here. If he had this good skin, he wouldn't be almost thirty and still haven't married.

When the fat man heard this, his eyes dimmed and revealed a trace of sadness.

Although he was a stranger he didn't know, he was kind by nature and still felt sad.

"Little monkey, have you forgotten what Mr. Meng taught us before?"

"If we can't save him, let's bury him, so that he won't be eaten by wild beasts after he dies..."

The thin man hurriedly shook his head and said, "Dashachun, aren't you going to save your wife?"

"My wife has to save people and bury them. If you don't do it, I'll do it alone!"

The fat man stood up and started digging with his hands without saying a word. Although the soil was soft after being washed by heavy rain, it was still very difficult to dig a hole with fingers.

But the fat man dug stubbornly, even if his fingers hurt, he didn't say a word.

The thin man could only smile helplessly when he saw this, and then sighed, took out the medicine shovel prepared before going up the mountain, and said, "Use this."

The fat man then showed a simple smile.

The two started digging together, and soon dug a pit under the locust tree that could accommodate one person. They lifted the body together and prepared to put it in the pit.

But at this moment, several talismans fell from Zhang Jiuyang's sleeves.

They were one five-thunder talisman and two fire talismans of Master Sa.

"Wait a minute!"

The thin man's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up the two talismans, and said excitedly: "These seem to be Taoist talismans. I don't know if they are real. Let's keep them quickly!"

In this terrifying Guifei Ridge, it would be absolutely great if we could have Taoist talismans to protect ourselves.

The fat man hurriedly shook his head and said: "It's not ours, we can't take it!"

But the thin man forced one on him and said: "We are not taking property, but the talismans he dropped. It won't be a problem."

The fat man wanted to speak, but he was glared at by him.

"Dashachun, Guifei Ridge is so dangerous, and we came here late at night. If something happens, who can save your wife?"

Hearing this, the fat man shut up.

The two carried the body into the pit and began to fill it with soil.

The wet soil fell on Zhang Jiuyang's face, submerging his figure bit by bit.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but during the burial process, the thin man saw that the gold belt and the wooden hairpin on the corpse seemed to tremble slightly, but the next moment they returned to normal.

It was really weird everywhere.

…

In the miasma, a figure kept trembling, her black hair was wet and her body was filled with evil spirits, and her actions were even more horrifying.

She was holding a coffin nail in her hand, with the tip of the needle pointed at her forehead, and the other hand was holding a hammer, hitting the nail continuously.

Every time she hit it, the coffin nail pierced into her eyebrows a little, and black blood kept oozing out, wetting her black hair and dress, and flowing all over her face.

But those eyes were still cold, and even showed a hint of success.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

As the hammer kept hitting, the coffin nail pierced deeply into her brow bone, and the blood flowed into the two "toys" made of mulberry grass placed in front of her.

They were a rope and a small sword.

As the rope and the small sword were gradually soaked with blood, Zhang Jiuyang's Dragon Binding Rope and Evil-Slaying Sword became dim as if their spirits were polluted by filth.

As a result, the magic weapons of the fat man and the thin man could not protect their master in time during the process of burying him.

Looking at the mysterious Taoist being buried in the ground little by little, she showed a hint of excitement even though she was bleeding from all seven orifices and her vitality was seriously injured.

This was a fight between the two of them. Now it seems that she won in the end.

The previous attempts allowed her to roughly understand the details of the Taoist and knew that he was seriously injured. The two magic weapons were very fierce and it was easy for both sides to be injured in a head-on fight.

After seeing the two people who came to the mountain to look for medicine, she set up a trap.

First, she forced the two people here through miasma. When they saw the dying Taoist, they were kind-hearted. There was no trace of black air on their bodies, but auspicious air rushed to the top. It can be seen that they did a lot of good deeds in normal times.

The bull noses are the most hypocritical, and they will never take action against such people.

As expected, the two powerful magic weapons did not take action immediately after sensing the approach of the two people, but waited and watched.

When the fat man proposed to bury the Taoist priest, she knew that her chance had come.

Through previous observations, she found that the Taoist priest was regulating his breath and healing his injuries under the locust tree, as if he was practicing a very profound method, neither sleeping nor awake, and only breathing once every half an hour.

In this case, I will bury you alive, break your method, and don't even think about healing!

For this reason, she did not hesitate to consume her cultivation and forcibly suppressed the two magic weapons with magic.

Staggering to her feet, a trace of regret flashed in her eyes. Just suppressing the spirituality of the two magic weapons for a short time actually consumed her full thirty years of Taoism!

This was when the other party was seriously injured and the magic weapons were not driven by anyone.

According to the time, my thirty years of Taoist practice should only be able to suppress it for about three days. Within three days, I hope that this stinky Taoist priest will be suffocated to death in the ground!

She was extremely cautious about this mysterious Taoist priest who fell from the sky.

The other party's cultivation was far better than hers. Even in the state of serious injury and dying, she could feel a sense of crisis that she had never had before.

So it is not too cautious!

Although a lot of cultivation was lost this time, I believe that everything is worth it. Once this terrible Taoist priest dies, I can swallow his golden elixir and soul, so that my cultivation will increase greatly!

And the two magic weapons that made her hate and love will eventually become hers!

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"Master Taoist, we have limited time and can only dig a simple grave for you. Please don't mind, and don't ask us to dream..."

The thin man knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed to the small mound, and kept muttering.

The fat man showed a look of shame, and he opened his mouth several times but couldn't say a word.

Although he buried the Taoist priest, he took his talisman, which made him, who was honest by nature, extremely ashamed. He just thought of his seriously ill wife at home, and he couldn't throw away the talisman in his hand.

"Taoist priest, when I save my wife, I will work two more jobs and save enough money to build a luxurious tomb for you, and burn paper for you every year..."

The fat man kept kowtowed, and his head banged on the ground.

"Huh? There seem to be two strange kitchen knives here?"

The thin man suddenly saw the pink kitchen knife left by Ali, which was washed away by heavy rain and buried in the soil. Now it was exposed again with the excavation of the two.

He stretched out his hand and grasped it, and then the whole person shuddered.

Cold, a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow rushed into his body, making him shiver, and instantly threw away the two knives.

"Weird, it's really too weird!"

"Dashachun, the miasma is gone, let's go!"

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