When the brain-eating demon Qi Tu heard this, he was furious and slapped Baimu Taoist away with his palm, causing him to scream and hit the wall.
Deep resentment flashed in Taoist Baimu's eyes, but he immediately hid it.
He reluctantly got up and continued to kneel respectfully at Qitu's feet.
The furious Brain-Eating Demon Qi Tu was about to kick him down when he suddenly heard ghostly cries coming from behind him.
When he turned around, he saw three white candles on the skull beginning to burn violently.
However, the burning was uneven, and in the blink of an eye it became two short and one long.
Qi Tu was shocked. After all, his end was approaching, and thunder and fire disasters might strike at any time.
At the moment, he didn't care about torturing Taoist Baimu anymore, and immediately sat down cross-legged to deduce.
After a moment, he slowly opened it, took off the shrunken skull hanging from his neck and threw it into the air. In the black smoke, it turned into a skeleton only twenty centimeters tall and completely black.
The Brain Eater whispered beside the skeleton, and it immediately nodded repeatedly, then quickly ran out of the Taoist temple with a burst of creaking sounds and disappeared into the wind and snow.
Although Taoist Baimu was frightened in his heart, he couldn't help but warn him in order not to implicate himself.
"Master, what are you sending the Dharma Protector to do?"
"You really can't harm strangers, it will attract conquests from many parties!"
"Disciple... Disciple has been lurking for many years, and finally gained the trust of various families, and sat down to guard the mountains and seas of Daomen..."
Before Taoist Baimu could finish speaking, the old devil, who was already on the verge of going berserk, heard the words and kicked Taoist Baimu away again.
"Unfilial thing!"
"Do you really think you are a disciple of a famous sect?!"
"Remember, your skills were taught by me, and this will never change!"
Although Taoist Baimu was injured again and vomited blood, he did not dare to say anything more.
He just shook his head and trembled.
Chitu didn't care about this, and rushed forward like a madman, punching and kicking him. He didn't stop beating until the skeleton came back, panting.
He raised his hand and pressed it on the skull of the skeleton. After a moment, Qi Tu suddenly opened his eyes.
"'Blessedness lies in the presence of misfortune; misfortune lies in the presence of blessings'. As soon as I said that I was missing two giant dragons, they arrived at my door!"
"I really think that I am a soft persimmon, and I dare to bully anyone to my head!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
The other side: In the land of the dead in Liangzhu.
The elders and priests of the Kuteng tribe were filled with fear when they first saw Hua Jiunan.
Fear is mixed with boundless hatred from the heart.
Because he is so similar to the tyrant in the painting on the rock wall of Weeping Ridge.
After the explanation was clear, although they gave the group the warmest reception, all the Kuteng tribe members still subconsciously stayed away from Hua Jiunan.
Even if they were given meat, food and water, they would put them down and turn around and run away.
It seems that once you stay with Hua Jiunan for a long time, you will cause endless troubles.
At this time, Hua Jiunan was trying his best to resist the washing away of resentment, and he was even more happy about it.
Simply close your eyes and sit aside, leaving all matters to Chen Daji.
It was the first time for Chen Daji to "take charge of work", and his nose was bubbling with joy.
He took out all the snacks he brought without hesitation.
Although a backpack of instant noodles is too little for a tribe of giants, Chen Daji has always been full of tricks.
Let people open them all and put them into a huge stone pot, and use them as seasonings to cook meat and eat them.
Refined salt was a luxury product for ancient people, let alone delicious modern seasonings.
After the giants tasted it, they howled excitedly and danced a simple and wild dance around Chen Daji.
Coupled with the mistaken identity of "shaman", the relationship between the two parties suddenly became much closer.
Chen Daji got off the donkey, took out two ham sausages and handed them to the elders and priests of the Kuteng tribe.
"Two gentlemen, could I please help you?!"
"The big-headed ghost who was tied up was raised by our family, so I kicked him in."
"If he doesn't cause any serious trouble, let him go!"
After hearing this, the old priest with a painted face looked embarrassed.
"A great shaman from afar, this evil spirit suddenly descended from the sky and extinguished the sacred fire. This is a serious crime of blasphemy against God Qiong and is inexcusable!"
"Sorry, we cannot agree to your request!"
Chen Daji's eyes rolled wildly as he heard this.
"Holy fire? What is the holy fire? Can you bring it to me to take a look at it?!"
In fact, this request is too much: it is said to be a sacred fire, so how can it be shown to outsiders casually?
But the old priest was worried about angering the shaman Chen Daji and attracting punishment from ghosts and gods, so he could only grit his teeth and agree.
After a while, two giants came over carrying a huge stone basin filled with something similar to grease.
Judging from the black marks around it, it should be the so-called holy fire.
