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"You say this blood mist is calamity mist, but what is this calamity mist?" Jiang Wen was a little curious about this blood mist, after all, this thing almost killed him. Knowing more information, he wouldn't be so flustered when encountering it in the future.

"Senior doesn't know calamity mist?" Chang Mingzi was a little surprised.

"I don't know." Jiang Wen shook his head.

"Senior is a hermit who has lived in seclusion for many years, it's normal not to know calamity mist." Chang Mingzi seemed to understand, finding an excuse for Jiang Wen. "Senior should have heard of the Three Disasters and Six Calamities. A major disaster every 13,600 years, and a minor calamity every 3,600 years."

"This killing calamity is one of the minor calamities, called the Death Calamity. The Death Calamity is a life-threatening calamity. When it comes, it may be a plague that ravages the land, leaving nine out of ten houses empty. Or it may be a great change in the world, with mountains and seas overturned. Or it may be a great chaos in the world, with people killing each other. Only when enough people die can this killing calamity be overcome."

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"This calamity mist is born against the heavens, it is condensed from baleful aura. Mortals who touch it will be crushed to pieces and turned into dust. If the calamity mist devours enough mortals, it may transform into a killing calamity."

After listening to Chang Mingzi's explanation, Jiang Wen understood why this thing was so powerful. It turned out to be a prospective member of the Three Disasters and Six Calamities, no wonder it could turn the Yang brothers and sisters into ashes.

"I am no longer confused." Having learned a lot about the world of cultivation, Jiang Wen didn't continue to ask questions. Everything should be done in moderation, so that more information can be obtained in the future.

"Since the matter here has been resolved by Senior, I will not stay any longer. Bearing a heavy responsibility, if fate allows, I will discuss the Dao with Senior again in the future." As Chang Mingzi said this, he stood up to leave. However, as if he had thought of something, he took out something like a sachet from his sleeve and handed it to Jiang Wen.

"This is the immortal master's reward," said the old village chief.

"This Chang Mingzi, he really gave me a great gift. Then I have to thank him properly." Jiang Wen muttered to himself. The value of the storage bag is beyond doubt, in the real world, it cannot be bought even for tens of billions.

At the well in the center of the village, countless candles formed a Bagua formation. Jiang Wen, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk and a bowl of water, walked around the well.

"Mom!!"

Upon closer inspection, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"The village chief looks to be in good spirits."

Inspecting the thing Chang Mingzi gave him, it was a brocade pouch embroidered with white clouds. Just as Jiang Wen was about to open it, unfamiliar information came.

The silent crowd was broken, some people cried and roared at the sky, some people knelt on the ground and wailed in pain. Those past guilts, panics, and cowardice were all vented at this moment.

Chanting the Rebirth Sutra, stepping on the Gang steps, his face was without joy or sorrow.

"This old man has come to thank the immortal master." The old village chief smiled.

That night, the people of Changping Village all returned to their homes. However, everyone's face was without joy, all with white hair revealing a sad expression.

Putting his suitcase into the storage bag, Jiang Wen patted the old cow's butt: "Let's go, old cow, it's time to go back."

With a moo, the cow pulled the carriage towards the Changping Village's residence. When they arrived, Jiang Wen got down and saw that the Changping Village's residence was full of white-haired old men.

No one knows how Changping Village spent that night. The next day, when Jiang Wen left, the old village chief personally came to see him off.

"I thought about many things last night, and I also understood many things." The old village chief sighed. "This old man doesn't have much time left, and when I die in the future, I will go to the underworld. Whether I am cooked or boiled, this old man has no regrets."

Not far away, the villagers formed a circle, everyone with their heads lowered, wearing white cloth clothes.

"Alas, I understand." The old village chief nodded, he turned and walked towards his camp. Not long after, he came with a wooden box and handed it to Jiang Wen.

"Why does the old village chief look so old after only a day?" Jiang Wen asked in confusion.

"This is a small token of my appreciation, I hope Senior will accept it with a smile."

"When will I be able to learn to ride the clouds and mist?"

"This old man has one last thing, please help me, Immortal Master."

Jiang Wen shook his head, looking at the sky and slowly said: "Everything has its cause and effect, some things are already destined. This calamity is also a retribution for what you have done before."

"If you can accumulate merit in the future, there may be a day of relief."

Jiang Wen opened the wooden box and saw several gold ingots and round jade stones lying inside. They looked valuable, and he put them into his Qiankun bag without hesitation.

Jiang Wen didn't stand on ceremony and took the thing from Chang Mingzi's hand. Then Chang Mingzi bowed to him, and his feet rose into the clouds. Until his figure disappeared into the clouds, Jiang Wen retracted his gaze and muttered enviously to himself.

The storage bag that he had been dreaming of appeared in his hands just like that, and it was still a thank you gift from Chang Mingzi. This was undoubtedly a divine artifact for Jiang Wen, after all, the Qiankun bag was too convenient.

"It's actually a storage bag, and it's a storage bag with a lot of space!" Jiang Wen was overjoyed, he didn't expect that he could gain so much just by discussing the Dao with this Taoist priest.

"Old village chief, you don't have to be polite, just say what you need." Jiang Wen took the money, felt better in his heart, and agreed to the old village chief's request for the sake of the gold ingots.

Paper money was scattered in the air, falling one after another. The Taoist priest recited the scriptures, listening to the drums.

Operating the mana in his body and attaching it to the storage bag, Jiang Wen immediately felt his spirit connected to the storage bag. He could see the situation inside the storage bag, and he could take things out or put them in with just a thought.

"This matter is a long story." The old village chief shook his head with a wry smile, telling Jiang Wen everything.

"Immortal Master, can you save Changping Village?" The old village chief looked at Jiang Wen expectantly.

Jiang Wen naturally clenched his fists when he heard this. He already felt outrageous when he heard about this from the Yang brothers and sisters, and after hearing the perpetrator describe his motives, he felt even more how vicious people's hearts could be.

A female voice sang a mountain song, slowly drifting away.

"Wife!"

Jiang Wen sized up the old village chief, his eyes were red and swollen, but his spirit was unexpectedly good.

He turned his head to look, and couldn't recognize that it was the old village chief for a long time. In the end, he guessed his identity after seeing the cane in the other party's hand.

"Well, this poor Daoist will take his leave." Jiang Wen nodded, and didn't stay any longer.

Vaguely, everyone seemed to hear a sigh.

"This…" Jiang Wen was a little confused, why did the people of Changping Village all turn white overnight?

"Please also allow the Immortal Master to let those who were sacrificed alive rest in peace." After saying this, the old village chief's expression relaxed a bit. He walked away with his cane, his figure lingering like a dying candle.

However, thinking that in ancient times, all major disasters would have various darkness, and cannibalism was a common occurrence, the anger in his heart dissipated a lot.

The old village chief stood in place for a long time, then slowly walked towards the village. He wore silk clothes and stood quietly by the well. A gust of wind rolled up dead leaves, and the old village chief's figure disappeared by the well.

A long time later, the sound of gongs and drums came from Changping Village.

"The village chief jumped into the well and died!"