I can't be a demon

This way, the public can see the true appearance of the demons.

And it has led to the emergence of alternative folk customs in the Yanshan area.

[Zhong Kui Conquers the Demon]

A strong man plays the role of the demons and monsters that are causing trouble in the mortal world, with iron chains tied to his hands and feet, and a child with Zhong Kui's face painted on his neck.

When patrolling the streets, there will be more than a dozen pairs of strong men and children playing Zhong Kui Conquers the Demon.

It can be vaguely seen that the costumes are obviously based on the demons that once haunted Yanshan. In the end, they kneel down in front of the Zhong Kui Temple and remove their makeup.

It represents the demons being killed.

The New Year has arrived, and the parade of Zhong Kui Conquers the Demon has become more frequent.

In front of the Chaoxi Martial Arts Hall, the martial artists led by Bai Jinbao came out early in the morning to watch the excitement. They followed the crowd and kept clapping and shouting.

After three or four years, Bai Jinbao has become as good as Bai Haibo.

His peculiarity has been restrained, and he is not out of place in Yanliang Town, which is full of warriors. His mind has become more active in recent years.

Bai Haibo has gray hair on his temples, but his cultivation has steadily reached the third level of Xiantian.

"Jinbao, why don't you see Li Huan?"

"Dad, I see that my junior brother has been worried recently. He has to wake up several times throughout the night, so I let him rest more in the wing room."

Bai Haibo frowned slightly. Li Huan is usually more withdrawn. His natural pictographic peculiarity is more serious than Bai Jinbao. So far, he is only in the first level of foundation building.

However, he can vaguely feel that Li Huan's identity is special.

Zhang Yuanzhen and the others often visit Li Huan. The county magistrate is a frequent visitor to Chaoxi Martial Arts Hall, and Shen Lian has also paid attention to him.

"Surname Li? Could he be a royal relative of the court?"

Bai Haibo didn't know that his disciple not only has a reincarnated immortal Buddha, but Li Huan is also the 71st son of the current Tang Emperor.

"Jinbao, go check on my junior brother."

"Okay!"

Bai Jinbao stared at the parade reluctantly, then ran to the backyard wing room, where Li Huan lived alone in a corner.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

He knocked on the door, and a vague murmur came from inside.

"Brother Bai, don't come in, I... I'm feeling a little unwell."

Bai Jinbao found the door locked, and asked anxiously: "Do you want to call a doctor?"

"No, I... I feel unwell every New Year!"

As Li Huan spoke, his tone was mixed with a burst of elephant noises.

Bai Jinbao's pupils shrank slightly. He also had a natural peculiarity, and he knew that Li Huan was probably suffering from the pain of the peculiarity.

"Don't be afraid, my junior brother, I'll go call Dad."

Bai Jinbao turned and ran to the door.

Inside the house.

"Master, I don't want to die!"

Li Huan was wrapped up tightly, and the exposed head could no longer be seen as a human figure, and the slender neck was supported by a demon elephant head.

His eyes were full of fatigue, as if he had not closed them for a long time.

Ten days ago, Li Huan had a strange dream whenever he fell asleep. He was in a thick fog with a rope around his neck.

In the first dream, his feet could reach the ground.

But as he fell into the dream again and again, the rope in the dream became shorter and shorter, and the feeling of suffocation caused by the neck was vivid.

Whenever Li Huan was about to be hanged, he would wake up from the dream.

And he was horrified to find that the dream would actually affect himself in the present world.

The neck was bound by the rope, which prevented blood from flowing, and the head became swollen and deformed. Now he could not lift his head at all.

"I can't sleep, I can't..."

He had a hunch that if he continued to hang himself, he would probably lose his head.

But the long-accumulated fatigue broke out, and Li Huan heard the sound of Bai Haibo breaking into the door, but his eyelids closed little by little.

Li Huan was in a trance, and it was still the dream of hanging.

But this time he was hanged alive and never woke up again.

………

The father and son of the Bai family broke open the wooden door of the wing room and looked at each other when they saw Li Huan resting. There was no sign of aggravated abnormality on the latter's body.

Bai Haibo went forward to check and found a circle of blood on Li Huan's neck.

The skin inside and outside the blood was of different colors.

It was like... a new head.

Chapter 218 Level 5 [Ksitigarbha Yama]

The Yanshan area was immersed in the joy of the New Year.

The tiger head was suspended in the air.

He was responsible for guarding Yanliang Town, while Zhang Yuanzhen patrolled other towns.

After not seeing each other for a long time, Zuo Yan had revealed the strength of a Yuandan warrior, while retaining the characteristics of a Taoist priest, without distinguishing between the two.

The main reason for being able to practice both smoothly was because of the bathing in the martial arts realm.

Zuo Yan was more determined to follow Shen Lian all the way to the end, even if there was a little disharmony between his body and head, which prevented the Daoying in the Niwan Palace from fully exerting its power.

He felt that as long as he bathed and taught martial arts one or two more times, the martial arts Yuandan would be able to take the lead, and thus devour the inner power Daoying.

Zuo Yan's eyes flashed with a throbbing.

"Shen Lian is the reincarnation of the immortal Buddha, and Yanshan is the cave of the Tao. In this way, haven't I already worshipped the immortal gate?"

He had been pursuing the immortal disciples for decades, but he didn't expect that he would really have a chance to touch them.

Warrior?

Who cares if he is a warrior or not? He worshipped the immortals, who cares? ! !

Looking at the Tang Dynasty, which force dares to be sure that Shen Lian is a warrior? What the immortals say is the truth, and what the immortals practice is the immortal law!

Compared with Zuo Yan, Zhang Yuanzhen, who practiced the Bear and Bear Sutra, seemed hesitant.

Zhang Yuanzhen only practiced horizontal training. The baptism of the martial arts realm only made his martial arts perfect, and did not produce the transformation like Zuo Yan.

"But..."

Zuo Yan looked worried, and his eyes swept over the Shen family pawnshop.

You can see that the banyan tree, one of the guardian ghosts and gods, is slightly withered, and the originally evergreen branches have no green color at all, and appear to be weak in vitality.

"I don't know what the status of Master Chen Xian's retreat is. If the statue of Zhong Kui continues to be unable to suppress the demons, something big will happen to Yanshan."

Zuo Yan took the initiative to practice Zhuang Dharma, and there was no way out.

Something was obviously wrong with Shen Lian's retreat. If something serious happened, he would inevitably be deeply affected and even die.

Zuo Yan watched the changes quietly and tried his best to buy time for Shen Lian.

"Are there hidden demons among the lights of thousands of houses in Yanliang Town?"

On the surface, Yanliang Town is a pool of stagnant water, but being too peaceful is not a good thing. It means that there may be a big demon with profound knowledge.

You know, the number of warriors in the city is around 40,000.

What is the concept of 40,000 warriors?

A demon with a century-old history wandered around the city. When it left Yanliang Town, it probably had more than a thousand years of history.

Zuo Yan was not afraid of civil unrest in Yanshan. Demons had appeared frequently in the past six months, and as a result, the popularity of Zhongkui Temple increased instead of decreasing.

Anyone with a discerning eye can realize that Zhong Kui is protecting the peace that has always existed.

Sudden.

Zuo Yan smelled the aroma of wine and looked towards the west gate.

A group of foreign caravans have just entered Yanliang Town and are traveling along He Feng Street.

They opened the seals of the wine jars just to attract people to buy drinks. The loud shouts did attract many drinkers.

Zuo Yan was a little impatient and sent a message to Hong Captou.

"Lao Hong, ask the caravan to rush to Zhongkui Temple as soon as possible. Foreign objects must be placed in the temple for half a day to avoid trouble."

Mr. Hong quickly agreed and rushed to He Feng Street with more than a dozen government officials.

Just as the government officials were leaving.