There are more than 70 people in Xiantian Village, which is considered a large village nearby.
However, in the past few years, the immortal sect has been recruiting disciples too frequently. People have to pay taxes for ten loads of fragrant rice. There are goblins in the mountains and fish monsters in the rivers. It is really hard to save money.
The old village chief held a jar of silver coins and tried his best to smile: "Grandpa Immortal, we have paid tribute to you, take a look..."
The male cultivator was furious and kicked the old man several feet away, hitting him against a big tree at the entrance of the village.
This kick was no small matter. The old man's ribs were broken and his mouth suddenly started to bleed.
The male cultivator yelled and scolded: "You unscrupulous people, you cultivated the land of the Immortal Sect, drank the water of the Immortal Sect, and lived a good life, but now you are pushing back and blocking each other and acting cunning! Huh, don't blame me if you can't get along anymore. Be ruthless!"
The villagers did not dare to get angry or speak out. The old village chief covered his chest and kowtowed on the ground: "Grandpa Immortal, please calm down. I will get together again later."
The male cultivator felt a little more comfortable. He knew that these unscrupulous people couldn't do anything without giving them a scare. He relaxed and said, "Huh, okay, go ahead. I'm not that ruthless immortal. You guys have collected the money." , I will still bless your village."
The old village chief kowtowed and said, "Yes, yes, Grandpa Immortal is magnanimous, but a pot of gold is enough..."
The male cultivator interrupted: "Money and money are common things and harmful to others. I am not bearing these sins for you just to save you."
"Let's see. If we really can't get it together, I think your village has a lot of young children. Isn't it the same thing to sell a few of them and have them again later?"
The old village chief looked gloomy, his lips trembling and he was speechless for a moment.
At this time, the male cultivator felt something. He looked at the villagers gathered together. Among them was a five or six-year-old child. Although his face was painted black, his skin was fair and chubby, staring at him.
The male monk said: "That one over there..."
The old village chief suddenly cried: "Grandpa Immortal, with this gold we..."
The male cultivator turned around and cursed loudly, ordering that everyone must gather together tonight. The old village chief nodded repeatedly and asked people to carry him away. He didn't know what to do.
The villagers took the medicinal materials and spontaneously gathered at the old village chief's house. The local doctor from the village came over and looked at him. He shook his head and said, "Uncle Shouyi, I can't save you."
The old village chief helped him sit up: "Ahem, the old man is already this old. If he dies, he will die."
"Come, let the men of the family come over, I have something to say."
The villagers all had red eyes. The disaster was coming, but there was no more words to say. The women hugged their children and hid, while the men in the family entered the main room with a sullen face.
The old village chief coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and looked around: "The current plan is no longer possible. Children, Makita Village, and Hangtian Village are all about selling people and nothing. Today they sell their children, tomorrow they sell their wives and land, and finally It’s just selling ourselves out, we can’t go down this road.”
Young man, you look at me and I look at you, gritting your teeth: "Village chief, we will do whatever you say!"
The village chief took out a bamboo tube from under the bed: "For today's plan, the best thing to do is to leave. Each of the seventy-six people in our village will go to one place and hide for ten and a half days before coming back."
Someone said: "But village chief, it is a capital crime for good people to abandon their fields and run away."
The village chief was silent for a moment and sighed: "So we can only go half way, so it doesn't count as abandoning the field. We will draw lots later, and the old man will draw first. Those who get the black lot will stay, and those who get the red lot will hide out. Those left behind will not care whether they live or die. We will resist this disaster together, and if we die, those who escaped will come back later to collect our bodies and offer incense."
Xue Cuo saw many people entering the village chief's house. After a while, they came out holding a bamboo tube. The old people in the village spontaneously went to draw lots. One old man drew a red one, then stuffed it back and took a black one.
The village chief was moved to a bamboo chair at the door. He looked around and saw Xue Cuo.
Xue Cuo was thoughtful all the way and was looking for him. He walked over and said, "Grandpa, don't move. I'll draw a talisman for you."
The village chief coughed a few times: "No need, baby."
Xue Cuo didn't say anything. He lowered his head and drew a Gathering Talisman, folded it and put it on the chest of the old village chief.
The old village chief's stiff expression relaxed and he said: "Half a cake is exchanged for half a life. This cake is so worth it."
Xue Cuo's expression was not as lively as before, his brows were furrowed, he was worried, and his smart eyes were as silent as a pool of water: "Grandpa, tell me, what kind of path do you practice in cultivating immortals?"
There was a strange look in the eyes of the old village chief. Xue Cuo was indeed no ordinary person, but his plan was just to help Xiantian Village build a good relationship, and not to harm Xue Cuo.
He smiled bitterly: "Baby, I don't know about this. You should leave quickly and go back to find your parents. Daze is dangerous, so stop running around."
Xue Cuo shook his head, looked up at the sky, and suddenly turned back and walked towards the entrance of the village.
The five or six-year-old child was less than the waist height of an adult man, but he felt a faint sense of oppression: "No, I will reason with him."
Village entrance.
The male practitioner was meditating when his mind suddenly moved and he looked towards the only road in the village.
A child walked on the road, about five or six years old. His face was painted dark, but the skin in other parts was white and crystal clear, exuding an aura.
The male cultivator looked up and down, and when he stood up, he looked kindly and said with a smile: "I just said that when I went out today, I met such a young fellow Taoist. Where did you come from, little fellow Taoist?"
Xue Cuo tilted his head and said calmly: "Your face changes so quickly."
The male cultivator touched his face and frowned: "Oh, my fellow Taoist's tone is not good, but what misunderstanding did you have about me?"
Xue Cuo walked to the opposite side of the male cultivator and looked up at him. The male cultivator, with a sallow face and a kind smile, took the initiative to squat down.
Xue Cuo looked at the male cultivator at eye level, and he was a little unsure, so he bowed.
"I want to ask what kind of Taoism you practice?"
The male cultivator said: "I am a disciple of the Qingping sect, and what I have learned is the Taoism of the Qingping sect."
Xue Cuo nodded: "I understand, Qingping, Zhengye, then why does the Taoist brother want to bully mortals?"
The male cultivator was very surprised, and then he suddenly understood and said gently to Xue Cuo: "Little fellow Taoist, please wait here. I will go and come back."
Xue Cuo crossed his arms and nodded suspiciously, but his brows still did not relax. The male cultivator left with his sword at a very fast speed. After a while, he came back with a gentle and gentle smile on his face: "Little fellow Taoist, are you in a hurry?"
Xue Cuo shook his head: "Don't worry." He suddenly wrinkled his nose and his expression changed: "It smells so strong of blood."
The male cultivator grabbed him and was about to say something, but Xue Cuo suddenly pushed him away, hung up a wind-controlling charm and ran toward the village.
The village was unusually quiet.
Xue Cuo's footsteps became slower and slower. He walked all the way to the village chief's house and stood blankly at the door.
Suddenly a pair of hands covered his eyes, closed the door, and the male cultivator said: "Little fellow Taoist."
He was about to say a few words of comfort when suddenly his palms went cold. He let go of his hand in surprise and looked into a pair of gurgling eyes.
"Why did you kill...kill..."
The male cultivator's expression froze for a moment, and he smiled freely. Although he had a low status in the Qingping sect, he always liked children. However, the senior brothers and sisters were responsible for teaching the juniors on weekdays. It was rare for him to meet an ignorant comrade, so he couldn't help but be a little impulsive. .
Although I don’t know where this little Taoist friend from the realm-building stage came from, since they are both Daze monks, they naturally share the same spirit.
He bent down and educated: "Little Taoist friend, I'm afraid it's your first time to go out to play, and you have been deceived by the unruly people. They told you that my insults to them were really too rebellious and unethical. No matter which fairy gate you put it in, it would not matter. Such an outcome is inevitable.”
Xue Cuo punched the male cultivator, his voice trembling with anger: "I ask you why you want to kill someone!"
The male cultivator was startled and took half a step back, but Xue Cuo was only in the realm-building stage, so naturally he couldn't be hurt.
Xue Cuo used several pieces of talisman paper, but the male cultivator dusted them away.
The male cultivator is already at the Lingxu realm, which is two realms higher than Xue Cuo. The gap between realms is like a natural chasm.
Xuejian went to the lake to cool down and was not with Xue Cuo, so he had nothing to do with the male cultivator.
The male cultivator said very sadly: "My little fellow Taoist, those unscrupulous people have deceived you so deeply. If your parents knew about it, I'm afraid they wouldn't let them die like this."
"You're talking nonsense! You killed someone! And you want to lie to me!"
The male cultivator dodged a thunder talisman, not knowing why: "Little fellow Taoist, they are the ones who died. What does it have to do with you? Don't be deceived by those mortal insects!"
Xue Cuo chased after him, and the more corpses he saw lying on the ground, he felt an unprecedented shock in his heart. His eyes were filled with blood, and he cried loudly: "I, I hurt them."
The male cultivator was shocked by Xue Cuo's expression and was confused: "Little fellow Taoist?"
Xue Cuo wiped his tears and suddenly took out an invitation talisman.
Xue Cuo had only drawn one of that kind of talisman paper. He vaguely felt the danger, so he never used it.
The light blue talisman paper emits little bits of lapis lazuli light, and a wisp of obscure ancient Taoist rhyme ripples.
Night fell suddenly, as if someone was gently playing on the piano of heaven and earth.
Duh——
A flash of Taoism appeared behind Xue Cuo.
A woman who was sleeping with her eyes closed opened her eyes slightly.
"Xie!"
The paper talisman spontaneously ignites in the absence of wind.
The male cultivator felt a chill on the back of his neck and his hair stood on end. He drew his sword and looked around, his expression became solemn and gloomy: "Xianhuo evil way?! What a sinner. I said you don't understand the difference between mortals and immortals. You are not the descendant of an immortal, but a little devil." , today I, Xiao Dongping, also want to slay demons and protect the Tao!"
Xue Cuo raised his eyes, his black eyes were azure, as if they were surging in the water of a large swamp, with countless whirlpools vaguely appearing in the water. His small body said solemnly, like an extremely ancient statue, with no sadness or joy in his face, and no compassion in his eyes.
From the countless blood flowing in the village, extremely fine golden light spots flew out, and the dying resentment of the murdered people all converged into Xue Cuo's blue eyes.
The male cultivator was startled at first, then waved his sword: "There is nothing to be afraid of heretics, evil spirits!"
Xue Cuo raised his hand, pointed his little hands together, and withstood the pressure of the talisman, his mouth and nose bleed, and his hair exploded: "Kill to pay for life, I want you to die!"
The male cultivator swung his sword with all his strength, which could cut mountains and rivers.
but just listen
Duh——a sound.
The bubbles burst and the water froze.
The male cultivator's body was cracked inch by inch. His eyes changed from horror to disbelief, and then to strong reluctance. He looked at Xue Cuo: "You."
Bang.
Bloody and bloody.
Xue Cuo fell to his knees on the ground, uncontrollably collapsing a dilapidated clay altar at the entrance of the village, and fainted.
In the night, a shadow the size of two buckets with black hands and feet carried a tattered sedan into the village, looking left and right.
Two shadows, one going to the left and one going to the right, almost got into a fight. One of them dragged the other shadow. Uh-huh, uh-huh. The two shadows walked towards Xue Cuo together, clapping their hands and feet happily.
And the other side.
Xuejian soaked in the lake for a night, and finally no longer felt so hot that he slowly went to look for Xue Cuo.
The Qingping sect disciples who had collected their offerings and disciples and gathered together found that one of the disciples' life lamps was extinguished. They were shocked and said: "Something has happened. Go and call for Senior Brother Xiao Feng!"
