The Lord who use immortals as food

The incense burner on the table next to the bed caught Pei Ye's attention. This incense burner was much cleaner than the one in front of the smiling Buddha outside. It had obviously been wiped. The top of the burner was covered with three piles of light white incense ash. Pei Ye twisted it up and wiped it. After looking at it, it was also from the past two days.

There are also two old signatures placed on the table. They must have been asked for help writing a long time ago, and now they have been moved directly from the Buddha statue to here. One said "Eat meat to get rich" and the other said "Miao Miao's husband's family is good to her".

There is no idol in front of the sign, only the crooked symbol carved on the table, and a small bronze bottle placed in front of the symbol.

Pei Ye stretched out his hand and picked it up. This small bottle was of the same shape as the four left in the woods. It should be the cup that Lao Xiangzi said had been filled with fairy water.

He put the cup into his waist pocket and looked again. There was half a bowl of vegetable soup on the bedside, which was the leftovers from the morning meal. Apparently Lao Xiangzi had not returned home since she said goodbye to him yesterday afternoon.

Pei Ye's wish to ask Lao Xiangzi in detail failed, and Pei Ye walked out of the small courtyard with a sullen face.

When he returned to his hospital, the old man was still weak and lethargic, and he still hadn't woken up.

Pei Ye took out his sword, crossed the blade across his forehead, and came to the urn. He lowered his head and used the water as a mirror to examine it carefully.

On the forehead, the blood seeping out obscured the pattern, but after wiping away the blood and gently opening the wound, the symbol seemed to have taken a step deeper and was still imprinted on the flesh.

If the skin is peeled off, it will be born on the flesh. If the flesh is cut off, it will probably be imprinted on the bones. It seems that it is not something foreign, but is generated by one's own flesh and blood.

Is this the mark given by the gods?

The dampness and coldness of Qiu Yu seemed to touch his skin for the first time. At the same time as the chill came, a kind of anger surged up, and Pei Ye suddenly raised his head, as if he wanted to look at something.

But only the gray and white sky pressed down gloomily, and the big raindrops fell vertically towards his eyes. Pei Ye did not dodge, letting it hit his eyeballs and causing slight pain.

After a long time, Pei Ye said to himself: "You seem to only know how to order food."

…

Pei Ye prepared the meal as usual, brought it to the house and patted the old man awake. As soon as he was helped to sit up, the old man sniffed and said hoarsely: "Why does it smell of blood? Where is the injury?"

While feeding, Pei Ye told her in detail about last night's experience.

The old man raised his deep-set eyes and wrinkled where his eyebrows should have grown.

"Do you know this symbol?"

"Zhushijiao."

"Zhu Shijiao?" Pei Ye was surprised, "Have you heard of it?"

"I've only heard of it, but never had any dealings with it," the old man said. "The evil heretics caused several great disasters in the southwest fifty years ago, and were wiped out by the Immortal Platform. Since Shen Yanping didn't recognize him, it can be seen that the Immortal Taiwan has judged that this cult has been wiped out and will no longer send relevant information to the local prosecutors."

"But now that it's revived, what does this sect do?"

"Since it's a sect, of course it's for their gods. I don't know the details. To be honest, when I walked around the world, they had already written it in the credit book of Xianrentai, and I didn't catch up with them to make trouble." The old man slowly raised his head The arm began to tremble as soon as it left the support, until it pressed down on Pei Ye's forearm, "Are they targeting you now?"

"Yes. But it's nothing serious. Several adults have already asked the state for help."

But the old man shook his head: "Will a fire that has been dormant for fifty years be ignited and be extinguished easily?"

Pei Ye was speechless.

"Hopefully they're just a dying attempt, but it's best not to underestimate your enemies."

Pei Ye nodded heavily and asked, "Grandpa Yue, have you ever heard of 'quail head'?"

"What?"

Pei Ye narrated the dream.

The old man frowned and shook his head.

Pei Ye was a little disappointed, thinking that the old man would have some suggestions.

The old man's dark eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts: "Why are you asking about this? What's on your mind?"

Pei Ye was silent for a moment and did not answer.

He certainly had a lot of emotions that he wanted to get off his chest.

For example, be wary of black chi. There is a trace that the Zhushi Sect is targeting him, because he has better Dantian cultivation and is one of the twelve sacrifices, but why did the black chi choose him alone? What purpose does it have?

For example, the anger that has to be locked with a rational clamp. He has to cower away from those villains like a rabbit hiding from a wolf, because they slaughtered his relatives and friends, and he is the next one.

But in the end he said nothing. Because the old man in front of him is not the master who lives in seclusion in the world in the novel. He is just a poor man who fell into the dirt. His weakness and powerlessness are not fake.

"It's nothing. Let's talk about it after the matter is over. I'm going to spend the night at the county government office tonight, and a few adults will be there to protect us." Pei Ye changed the topic and said, "I made some extra food. You can go there by yourself when the time comes. Serve it and eat it, I'll be back tomorrow."

The old man nodded slowly.

The young man walked out the door, and the old man suddenly said: "Xiaoye."

"What."

"There is no ravine before the tiger's eyes."

"……Um."

Pei Ye returned to his room, came to the cabinet, moved away the clothes, and took out a sword box from the mezzanine.

Opening the buckle, a long sword lay inside.

This is not a sword, nor is it a divine sword, it is just a good sword.

This sword was the first prize he won at the Mid-Autumn Martial Arts Festival when he was fourteen years old. It was made solidly and toughly. The scabbard was made of rosewood wrapped in cowhide. The hilt was wrapped with fine red rope. The hundred-forged sword body looked like something in the sunlight. On the sparkling river surface, every detail is well taken care of.

Pei Ye couldn't bear to wear it out and never used it for sword practice. It had been almost two years since the sword had been out of the courtyard.

When he took it out of the box, the tassel hanging from the sword's head brushed against the back of his hand, and Pei Ye paused.

The tassel was made of green silk and was very delicate. It was also embellished with a small white jade pillar. Pei Ye knew that there were sixteen small characters engraved on it, which was "To feel your kindness, the heart is hidden in the jade; the ambition of the crane bone and bamboo will not fall into the blue clouds" "You have to get close to see it clearly.

Lin Jue went to great lengths to make this up for him on his birthday the year before last. Not long after Dantianzhong was injured at that time, the girl often came to carefully comfort and encourage him. At that time, the tassel fit perfectly after hanging on the sword, and both of them were very happy. In order to prove that he did not give up on himself, Pei Ye performed the swordsmanship taught by Grandpa Yue on the spot. Although it was in vain, it was indeed sharp and unrestrained, and the girl's face turned red with excitement.

If he really wanted to face an enemy at this time, the sword spike would inevitably be a bit delayed. Pei Ye gently took it off and put it away properly.

He rummaged through the wardrobe again and changed into a clean outfit, his straw sandals were replaced with boots, he held his sword in his hand, and rolled the wine and medicine into a package.

When leaving the house, a wicker stick in front of the yard scratched his cheek. Pei Ye waved it away irritably and strode northward.