My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

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Lin Xiang recovered for a moment, and continued to look at the graphics on the bamboo slips.

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

He closed the bamboo slips, put them in his sleeves, called out the wooden ox, and rode on to Misty Mountain.

As for the things in the bamboo slips, because they were too shocked, they haven't fully recovered yet.

Merit and Taoism have no way, only the physical body can be at ease.

At the end there is another exercise, which is the transformation of incomplete merit.

You are not good, you finally made this in three days, which made Lin Xiang dumbfounded.

I thought there was some big secret, but it turned out to be the transformation of the merits I had learned.

Because of this, Lin Xiang has not recovered yet.

But I still have to deal with the remaining two-thirds, and my heart hurts.

Of course, there is one more thing, one of the most important things for him to come is to ask Misty Mountain for an account.

During these three days, Lin Xiang hadn't been studying the bamboo slips all the time.

At the same time, I was looking at the merits owed by various sects in the past 500 years sent by the female ghost in red.

It has to be said that before Lin Xiang, all the yin gods were cowards, and they couldn't get the merits owed from the sects stationed in the four prefectures.

One is better than the other without leprosy.

It's just hob meat.

Lin Xiang was even more annoyed at the thought of asking for a bill.

However, accounts are still required. Five or six families have a combined history of more than 500 years, which is not a small sum.

Dejectedly, he came to Misty Mountain.

Jing Tai, who was receiving distinguished guests at the foot of the mountain, saw Lin Xiang sitting on the wooden ox from a distance, his eyes widened in surprise, and he stared at Lin Xiang who was gradually approaching here in disbelief.

"Elder, who is that person! How dare you be so rude in front of our Misty Mountain."

"Fart. That's Lin Xiang, the yin god from the land of the four prefectures. His strength is unfathomable. Hurry up, hurry up and invite the master."

"Yes."

A moment later, a white-haired old man appeared beside Jingtai:

"I didn't expect the Yin God Lin Xiang to come."

"Senior Brother Sect Leader. After all, our Misty Mountain is quite famous, so it's no surprise that he will come."

"Actually, I'm worried that he came here to ask for merit."

"What merit?"

"The half that we turn in every year."

"But we haven't handed it over for a hundred years. We haven't handed it over since that soft bastard became the Yin God!"

"It's more than just unfolding. Before, we haven't handed over since the previous term."

"Senior brother in charge. Don't worry, it's not that our family didn't pay."

"Too."

While they were talking, Lin Xiang had already arrived in front of them.

"Master Yin God."

Lin Xiang jumped off the back of the wooden cow, yawned, and said:

"Hi, you two!"

"Thanks to Lord Yin God."

Jingtai said:

"This is our sect leader. When we heard that Lord Yinshen is coming, we came down the mountain to greet him."

"The head is really old and strong."

After Lin Xiang finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and put the wooden cow in. The two of them blinked their eyes when they saw Lin Xiang's tricks.

Compared with them packing things with pouches, it is so convenient to use sleeves.

And outsiders look very pretending.

"Master Yinshen. Please hurry up, I have prepared good tea before the rain."

Lin Xiang followed the master up the mountain.

The head of Misty Mountain was always worried that Lin Xiang would suddenly ask them to pay back the debt.

What are you afraid of, what are you coming to.

"The old man in charge."

"how."

"You are also in the monastery near the foot of the mountain!"

"Fixed, fixed."

"Half of the merit every year seems to be given to the Yin God!"

"Well, it seems to be."