Destiny’s Catalogue

"You don't have any money, so what kind of ginseng are you here to buy? Get him out of here! An angry voice resounded from the medicinal shop.

Then a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy was pushed out by a strong handyman. He cried bitterly and said: "Treasurer, please do it, let me redeem a ginseng. My mother is still waiting at night. Hang it!"

A tall and thin shopkeeper with a goatee appeared at the door and sneered: "If everyone comes to redeem it, my shop can't be opened yet?! You should try another shop, maybe there are good people? "

The boy kowtowed his head and begged: "Please, shopkeeper, please. And the ginseng I bought at your place a few days ago is not a century old, you need to include a few more slices each time, otherwise you will be able to make money. "While he begged, he also wanted to fight with reason. Last time, the ginseng root was only bought after selling the last few acres of farmland in the family. How could he know that he was deceived by this black-hearted shopkeeper and it was actually a bad product! Now I want to sell the property, but the distant water cannot save the nearby fire.

Seemingly being stepped on a sore foot by the words behind, the goatee shopkeeper jumped eight feet high, and cursed bitterly: "You little thief, don't take your urine as a mirror, do you have ginseng in your household? There is no hope for the sickness of the dead ghost old lady. It is better not to cure it. It hurts others and yourself. Even if you bankrupt your family, you will not escape a death word!"

As he cursed, the boy’s crying and pleading voice stopped abruptly, as if being interrupted by someone pinching his neck, his hands on the ground were exposed, his head was deeply buried, and he was pushed by the handyman. Far away.

"Deserve it!" The shopkeeper scolded bitterly before entering the shop.

After a while, the goatee shopkeeper put a piece of town shop ginseng in a black wooden box, carefully held it in his arms, called the strong handyman just now, and went to the Yamen. This is what the elder wants and must be delivered personally. , Fang shows etiquette.

Because this ginseng root is very expensive, the goatee shopkeeper is looking around, for fear that a thief will steal it without opening his eyes, but there are people on the street, but the left is not the right, but the two sides but the front is almost impossible. Hit a young Taoist priest in a green robe.

"How did you walk? No eyes?!" The shopkeeper was startled, and the wicked cursed first.

The young Taoist priest in the green robe just smiled slightly, and didn't care: "Poor Dao doesn't care about the dead." He left without stopping after speaking.

The goatee shopkeeper was furious, but he could only give ginseng a few words to prevent him from giving away ginseng, and he continued forward with the handyman, without noticing a thin figure secretly following him in the distance.

After walking for a while, the shopkeeper suddenly felt cramps in his abdomen, groaning and unbearable. He covered his stomach and looked around anxiously and found no latrines. Instead, he saw a secluded alley with few people walking, so he brought miscellaneous things. Yi hurriedly walked in. ^//^

Walking through the corner found that it was a dead end, the shopkeeper ordered the handyman to guard at the front corner, not to let others break in, and he untied his belt and squatted in the lush weeds under the wall. It was very uncomfortable.

But at this moment, a head quietly popped up on the wall at the end of the dead alley. It was the boy who had just been chased away. His eyes were flushed with deep hatred and he was murderous.

The boy suddenly jumped down with a rock in his hands and slammed it at the goatee shopkeeper. With a muffled noise, the shopkeeper fainted without even screaming. The blood on his head was mixed with white flocculent, and he couldn't see it.

After smashing the goatee shopkeeper, the boy lost his strength and felt at a loss: "I killed? I killed?!"

The sound of footsteps came from the corner, and he immediately became sober. Although the shopkeeper did not make a scream just now, the movement of his landing was not small, but the handyman who was guarding outside struggled to stand up and picked up the money from the shopkeeper. Bag, just about to escape over the wall, saw the black wooden box falling out of the treasurer's arms, half-covered and ajar, like a ginseng that was more than a hundred years old.

"Escape? Or use ginseng to save my mother?" The thought just turned, the boy Jian Yun didn't even have time to think, so he subconsciously grabbed the ginseng.

The footsteps stopped, Jian Yun took the ginseng and the stone and looked at the people in a panic. He was surprised that it was not a handyman, but a young Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe. He smiled and looked at himself.

"Don't, don't come here, I, I will kill?" Jian Yun held the stone and backed all the way until he was against the wall.

Shi Xuan said in a funny way: "Thanks to you, the murderous intent of the poor Dao is only the last one. It is basically complete and in a good mood."

Jian Yun didn't understand the murderous intentions at all, but he could feel the other's kindness, and cautiously said: "Does the Daoist chief plan to arrest me?"

Shi Xuan did not answer, but with a flick of his index finger, the goatee's shopkeeper turned into a ball of yellow pus and seeped into the soil: "How can a murderer not destroy the corpse? It's still too young!"

Jian Yun's eyes widened: "This, this is?"

"The corpse powder, there is a senior named Wei Xiaobao who loves to use it." Shi Xuan said seriously, then patted Jian Yun on the shoulder, "Well, the penultimate kind of murder was obtained from you. It is also considered destined. Go Your home, after healed your mother, Pang Dao has to hurry to the deserted animal tomb."

The collection of human killing intent is complete, and there is only one mainstay that seems to be able to control other kinds of killing intent. Regarding this killing intent, Shi Xuan is very clear that it should come from himself! However, the murderous intent has been turned upside down. If you want to cut out the murderous intent, it is more appropriate to go to the Desolate Beast Tumulus.

Before Jian Yun had time to answer, he felt as if the clouds were driving in the fog, and he appeared in his house in the blink of an eye, lying on the bed with a sallow face, as pale as gold paper, with a weak breathing mother.

"Dao, Taoist? God, god!" Jian Yun's eyes were open like bull's eyes, unable to believe what he saw, and finally blessed to the soul, and fell to his knees: "Please Taoist, no, the **** save my mother."

Shi Xuan flicked his index finger again, causing Jian Yun to tremble with caution, but this time, instead of turning into yellow pus, a little bit of rain fell on his mother. In an instant, his mother's face became ruddy and he breathed. It has become long and stable, even if Jian Yun is not a doctor, he can see that his mother's condition has improved greatly, and it can even be said that he can't see that he is sick!

"After a few days of conditioning, you will be able to restore the old view." Shi Xuan exhorted, turning to the outside of the house.

Jian Yun was grateful and hurried to follow up, wanting to thank him in person.

Others' small steps were small, and they chased to the street before they caught up with Shi Xuan: "Daoist, please stay."

"Why, there's something else?" How could Shi Xuan not know his purpose, half-jokingly.

"Dao Master, you have great kindness and great virtue, Jian Yun has nothing to do with it, so I can only set up a shrine for life, visit the temple day and night, and ask the Dao Master to inform the name." Jian Yun was afraid that the living **** would misunderstand, and quickly explained.

Shi Xuan didn't care about it at first, but suddenly he moved in his heart and smiled and said, "Poor Dao Penglai Shixuan." This inexplicable movement came and went without a trace, even if Shi Xuan calculated repeatedly, he didn't find any clues, only temporarily. lay down.

At this moment, a tall man walking around the street and looking around saw Shi Xuan wearing a blue robes, excitedly and happily shouted to the other side: "Master, madam, that god, the master is here!"

Hearing the words, Hao Changshou and Hao Xiao rushed over excitedly, and saw that it was the living god, they knelt on the ground, chanted gratitude, and attracted the attention of the pedestrians. Why did Hao Changshou, a rich man in the city, who is known as Hao Bancheng be with him? Madam, thank this young Taoist priest together?

"You husband and wife can survive this catastrophe, because they still have deep feelings. You don't need to be so grateful to Pang Dao." Shi Xuan waved his hand and declined the platter of gold and pearls. "Pang Dao still has important things to do, so I will stay soon. "

Hao Changshou suddenly thought that his wife is a wolf demon, Shou Yuanchang is strong, and he is an ordinary mortal. I am afraid that my husband is weak, but the Dao Chang in front of him is a living **** with vast magical powers. If he can teach him one or two, I am afraid it will be useful for life. Endless, and can benefit his children and grandchildren, so he kowtows quickly: "The little man admires the immortal Dao, pray that the Dao will accept the door and wall!"

This action made Jian Yun also awakened, excited and excited. Just now, he was worried about his mother, but never thought of what it means to run into a god, so he knelt down and said: "Jian Yun also admires immortality. , Pray for the door and wall!"

Shi Xuan chuckled and looked at Hao Changshou and asked: "Are you willing to give up your wife? Are you willing to give up young children? Are you willing to give up ten thousand dollars? Are you willing to give up glory and wealth?"

Hao Changshou was suddenly dumb.

"Are you willing to leave your mother?" Then turned to ask Jian Yun.

Jian Yun also opened his mouth and couldn't answer.

Shi Xuan shook his head, turned around and walked into the crowd, remembering a word in his heart, and chanted leisurely: "The world knows that gods are good, but the fame and fame cannot be forgotten! Where will the ancients and moderns be: the deserted mounds are gone. Everyone knows that gods are good, but gold and silver cannot be forgotten! In the end they hate nothing but gather, and for a long time they close their eyes. The world knows that gods are good, but only the wives can’t forget!..."

If there is nothing in the sound, Hao Changshou and his wife, Jian Yun followed a few steps, but stopped in a daze, watching the green back disappear into the crowd in a few flashes.

In the ancient tomb of wild beasts, Shi Xuan just let go of his breath slightly, and those ghosts and ghosts hid far away, and he did not dare to step forward to attack. Even if they only had some instincts, he could feel the horror of the monks in front of them.

It didn’t take long before Shi Xuan came to the depths of the Desolate Beast Tumulus. The gloomy atmosphere seemed to be deep, sometimes pale and sometimes dark. A big river of turbid yellow water came from the void, wandering past, and flowing far away. .

The high-quality Yin Qi and Death Qi are like threads of thread, permeating Shi Xuan like needles, wanting to assimilate them.

At this point, even if it is the true soul, it is difficult to go further. However, Shi Xuan did not even sacrifice the magic weapon. With the physical body and a faint layer of purple light, he easily stepped into a small hill by the turbid river. With Shi Xuan's accomplishments in practicing six reincarnations, one can feel This is the core of this little thousand world, where the law of life and death is clearest.

Unfolding the six reincarnations, Shi Xuan closed his eyes and realized the changes in the law of life and death, and planned to see if he could accelerate the evolution of the ancient tombs of the wild beasts. If it can be evolved into the Yin Cao Netherworld, there will be some mysterious and mysterious things, and the birth of several natural births. magic weapon.

Affected by the six reincarnations of the third-order immortal technique, the yin and death qi at the core began to spin and differentiate, but at this time, sudden changes occurred.纟

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