Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 13 Sword Slaying the White Fox
At this time, the thatched hut was dark, and the old Taoist who was resting on the straw couch seemed to be haunted and evil, which was disturbing.

"I didn't expect that a little monster would also make a plot to discord."

Mo Chuan sneered and said, "If I intend to frame you and stab me with poison, which one won't work, and you need to remind me?"

"Old miscellaneous hair, what do you mean by that? It is agreed that the inside of the house belongs to you, and the outside belongs to me. Why do you want to eat the prey to yourself?"

Angrily scolding came from outside the house.

Mo Chuan was dumbfounded when he heard the words, wondering if this is the collusion between old Taoists and ghosts?Or is this spirit too cunning?
He pondered for a moment and stopped speaking.

At this time, the description is getting darker and darker, it is better to keep silent.

As for how to choose these people?What to do with him!
Pan Xingsi and the others, who were tremblingly hiding on the west side of the hut, were startled and terrified at this moment, not knowing what to do.

"The Daoist is kind, Mr. Qiao is the son of Qingshui County Lieutenant. He lost his way in the barren mountain today. The County Lieutenant will definitely send someone to find him. I hope the Daoist will show you his noble hand!"

Pan Xingsi said the words of begging for life in fear and fear, and there was a hidden meaning of intimidation in the words.

Mo Chuan glanced at him and said, "As a member of the Taoist sect, how could you join forces with spirits and monsters? Whether you believe it or not, you can leave if you want to, and stay if you want to stay."

Hearing the sound outside the house, he immediately screamed: "What an old bastard, you really want to swallow all the prey, see if I don't even eat you!"

The bloody spirit, already aroused by the blood meal, rushed into the thatched hut with a crash.

Go straight to Mo Chuan.

At a glance, it turned out to be a white-haired fox with a mouth full of scarlet, stepping on the billowing wind.

It has already considered that if it kills the old Taoist, this group of people will inevitably flee in all directions.

That will be the beginning of its gluttonous feast.

"call out!"

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and when he raised his hand, a five-thunder token was shot out!
stab-

The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder contained in it shot out like a dragon cloud, shining all over the room, making the white-haired fox want to stop in the sky.

However, if the fox enters the air, how can there be a place to borrow strength?

Even if he suddenly twisted his waist and changed direction, he still couldn't catch up with the swift lightning.

In an instant, the thunder light entered the body, and the white fox screamed "Zhizhi" and became stiff all over.

Inertia had to fly towards Mo Chuan.

Mo Chuan's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he grabbed at the void, pulled out the steel seven-star sword from the sacrificial furnace, and stabbed the white fox spirit monster that was sent to the front with one sword!
"puff!"

The long sword entered the throat, and blood gushed out, and the blood sprayed all over the face, and the stench was tangy.

This scene is said slowly, but it is actually extremely fast.

In the eyes of Pan Xingsi and others, they only saw the ghost rushing in with a strange wind, and then saw a cold light shining in the sky.

When the sword light dissipated, he saw the old Taoist sitting cross-legged on the grass couch, stabbing with his sword!

At the tip of the sword, a huge white-haired fox hangs limply.

When everyone looked at it, they could faintly see a fox-shaped soul struggling out of the white fox's body.

"Sick animal, dare to psychic in front of the poor?"

Mo Chuan scolded angrily, and shot out a talisman to deter ghosts. The white fox immediately screamed, and its soul was completely extinguished.

After doing all this, Mo Chuan suddenly felt his eyes turn black.

The Seven Star Sword that stabbed the white fox no longer had the strength to lift it up, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the old body, and the muscles all over his body were sore.

Apparently, that blow just now exhausted the old Taoist's stamina.

After a while, Mo Chuan came back out of breath, picked up the tea that Pan Xingsi had just brought, and took a big gulp, feeling refreshed.

"Yaoer—"

"Mr. Pan—"

At this time, a faint shout suddenly came from outside the hut. Pan Xingsi and the others, who had been frightened into quails for a long time, were startled when they heard the sound, and listened carefully.

"My father is here!"

Mr. Qiao was overjoyed when he heard the sound, and before they went out to greet them, there was a sudden burst of wailing outside.

Hearing the sound of crying, it was crying about the dead female family members of the Qiao family.

Thinking about it, for a while, the fox spirit didn't eat up the female family member.

"Crash..."

There was a sound of footsteps, and when I looked around, I saw a few heavy-backed servants rushing in, guarding a middle-aged man.

"father--"

When Mr. Qiao saw the person coming, he was so excited that he exclaimed.

"Yaoer, are you all right? Ah? Are you all right?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly approached and checked his precious son from left to right. He was obviously too frightened by the dead body outside.

"Father, I, I'm fine! I'm fine!"

Mr. Qiao finally felt relieved.

"Niezi, what happened here? How did Shu'er...how did she die outside the house?"

Seeing that his son was fine, Qiao's father burst into anger.

"Father, we have been attacked by spirits!"

"what?"

Father Qiao turned pale with shock.

The county magistrate of Qingshui had just been decapitated by a ghost and died, and now his son is being attacked by a ghost again, how can he not panic?
Mr. Qiao hurriedly explained the ins and outs of the matter, and explained clearly, for fear that Qiao Shu's death would depend on him.

"Qiao Mingyuan, Lieutenant of Xiaqingshui County, thank the Taoist priest for saving his life!"

After hearing this, Father Qiao quickly bowed to Mo Chuan.

He couldn't help but look at the white fox spirit who fell on the ground with the Seven Star Sword stuck in it.

"To help the world and save people is the righteousness that should be done." Mo Chuan returned with his hands clasped.

"Where is that monster? Where is it!?"

Suddenly, a person stumbled from outside the door. He was over forty years old, dressed luxuriously, and looked around with bloodshot eyes.

"You damn vixen! Why did you kill my daughter? Why?"

When he saw the dead white fox on the ground, he rushed over madly, trampling it with his feet.

"Brother Yuhong, my condolences! My condolences!"

Seeing this, Qiao Mingyuan quickly stopped the man and said comfortingly.

"My daughter is dead, and there is no whole body. How do you ask me to mourn? How do I mourn?"

The visitor wailed loudly, cursing while crying.

Weeping and cursing one after another made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.

It's a pity that my way is limited, and I come from a soul, so I can't do anything.

Mo Chuan shook his head, feeling quite sad in his heart.

Who can't stand such a blow if the eldest daughter of the yellow flower who has been raised for more than ten years dies?
"My condolences to Brother Yuhong, stop talking nonsense."

Qiao Mingyuan said a word of comfort.

Then he winked at the servants and told them to take Qiao Yuhong out.

At this time, Qiao Yuhong was obviously not in a state of being able to reason, and staying here would only increase people's annoyance.

"Forgive me, Daoist, my cousin has this young girl in his middle age, and has always been very precious. Now that he has suffered a sudden disaster and his mind is blinded, he is talking nonsense!"

"It's okay!"

Mo Chuan waved his hand, thought for a while and said:
"It's a pity, I'm an old Taoist, my knowledge is superficial, and I have been doing nothing to this beast. I have been practicing hard in a hut, and today I finally got rid of this serious problem! I don't want to, I still owe a debt of life!"

Qiao Mingyuan waved his hands quickly when he heard the words: "The Taoist priest can't do it! You can't! If you want to talk about life debts, my Qiao family owes the Taoist priest. How can there be any reason why the Taoist priest owes me the Qiao family?"

As the head of the Qiao family, Qiao Mingyuan, in this world where the clan is the largest, it is not an exaggeration to say this on behalf of Qiao Yuhong.

Pan Xingsi, who had never opened his mouth, suddenly cupped his hands and said:

"Could it be that the Taoist priest built the hut and temple here to guard this evil beast?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at Mo Chuan and their expressions suddenly changed.

"It's just begging for work on the barren hill!" Mo Chuan waved his hand.

Mr. Qiao, who was still terrified, felt a bit embarrassed when he heard the familiar words!

(End of this chapter)