Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

The three frightened people finally ran into the downtown area.

Yi Yuan looked at the extremely busy commercial street ahead and suddenly said, "Tonight is the once-in-a-decade exorcism night."

Yi Chi had never heard of this festival, but she liked places of joy, so she didn't think too much and turned around and walked over.

Standing in front of a stall selling flame lanterns with great interest, she asked Yi Yuan: "What festival is that?"

Song Yueqing picked up a lotus-shaped lamp and asked in surprise, "You don't even know about the Purification Night?"

The stall owner didn't care whether Yi Chi knew or not, she just wanted to make money, so she smiled and explained attentively.

"The night of purification is the night before the Evil Emperor's memorial day. In order to commemorate the great feat of killing the Evil Emperor in the battle a hundred years ago and to praise the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the battle, people specially designated this night as the night of purification, which means to get rid of disasters and evil spirits and pray for the prosperity of cultivation."

"These flame lamps condensed by magic, when placed in the sky at night, will bloom and guarantee that your cultivation will be smooth and successful for the next ten years."

Yi Chi's hand that was reaching for the Yan Mingdeng suddenly stopped. The stall owner quickly took it and stuffed it into Yi Chi's hand. He could tell from his sharp eyes that this was not a man who was short of money.

"Only one hundred low-grade spirit stones. Pretty cheap, right?"

Song Yueqing thought for a moment, "It's quite cheap." She usually spends ten times more when shopping around, and the lamp is indeed beautiful.

"One hundred yuan is still cheap?" These were said by Yi Chi and Yi Yuan, who looked at each other.

Yi Chi picked up the fish-shaped flame lamp in her hand, and saw through the mystery hidden in the lamp at a glance. She poked it twice with her fingers.

"This is just a redesign of a discarded talisman, folded into a lamp shape, and injected with some spiritual power into the supporting bones. It can only light up for one night at best, and there is no need to think about putting it in the sky."

Yi Yuan added angrily: "To draw a real flame lantern, you have to draw a flame formation and fill the entire formation with spiritual power. The more sophisticated and complex the formation is, the more precise and fine the spiritual power is, and the more beautiful the flames will be. You are clearly cheating!"

The stall owner was immediately unhappy when he saw that the two were still competing with each other. "I wonder if you guys are done yet? If I could make a formation like that, why would I still be setting up a stall here to make a small profit?"

"If you don't want to buy, leave now. There are plenty of people who want to buy! You look so good, but you turned out to be a poor guy!"

Song Yueqing put her hands on her hips and said, "Why, you're selling fake goods and you won't let people say anything about it?"

Her clothes were expensive and she looked like someone who was not easy to deal with. The stall owner immediately laughed and said, "Hey, young lady, I am just running a small business and I just want to make some money during the festival. Why are you being so mean to me?"

"Well, instead of buying lanterns, why don't you go to my wife across the street and buy some dolls? Dolls are also commonly used during the night of exorcism. They are all made of talisman paper. They are cheap and can't be fake."

Little doll?

Yi Chi's heart moved, and he looked back, and saw a woman setting up a stall. On the stall were rows of neatly arranged, palm-sized kneeling dolls.

Yi Chi stood there in a daze.

Song Yueqing didn't notice and pulled Yi Chi over.

The woman was very enthusiastic. "Do you want the red doll with a sword stuck in it, or the green doll without a sword stuck in it?"

Song Yueqing touched his chin and said, "After thousands of years, the mortal folk customs in our cultivation world have almost disappeared. It's only thanks to the Evil Emperor that they suddenly emerged. It's quite fresh to see them this way."

Yi Yuan took a look and said, "Green or red? There didn't seem to be such a distinction in previous years."

The woman sighed and explained, "Isn't it that there are innovations every year? People's ideas are always strange and bizarre."

"Some people want to have a sword stabbed into the heart, and hang the blood-stained Evil Emperor puppet at the door to ward off evil spirits. Some want the swordless puppet wearing a green shirt to stab itself. Although this green puppet is green now, once a sword is stabbed into it, the red dye sealed inside will flow out like blood."

"To be honest, the blue doll is the best-selling one."

Yi Chi picked up a red doll with three small swords stuck in its heart. The facial features of the doll were outlined in bright colors. The pupils were not drawn, but the cherry lips, willow eyebrows and black nose were drawn with just a few simple strokes, which already brought out the charm.

She hooked her finger around Qingou's knees, felt something, and turned over to take a look.

It says on it the curse technique that people in the mortal world believe in, but it actually has no effect.

But at this moment Yi Chi felt that it was also useful.

At this moment, a few children whose teeth have not yet grown out were chasing and playing with a few rabbit-shaped flame lanterns, humming nursery rhymes and laughing.

"The west wind is strong, the glaciers are cold; the evil emperor is evil, the way of heaven is biased; if you bow your head for one day, you will be infamous for thousands of years."

The sound passed by Yi Chi's ears and cheeks.

The child in the front stumbled and almost fell. The stall owner hurriedly helped him up and said, "Why are you running around? Your freshly washed clothes are so dirty. If you don't obey, you might get caught and eaten by the evil emperor."

The child shrank back and pursed his lips.

At a glance, there were stalls selling flame lanterns and small dolls that were endless, with many people gathered in front of each one. Some of them stabbed the doll with a sword while cursing as soon as they got it, and after feeling the "blood" on their hands, they sneered in relief.

There were many true disciples wearing the attire of major sects. They were talking and laughing while twisting off the limbs and heads of the puppets.

A true disciple from the Penglai Fairy Island was in a playful mood. He booked an entire stall, stood three meters away, and recruited people to throw tiny hidden weapons at him.

If the forehead is hit, ten low-grade spirit stones will be given; if the heart is hit, fifteen will be given; and if any other part of the body is hit, three will be given.

The people from Baixiao Pavilion were the first to actively participate.

All of a sudden, the people who were originally watching rushed to join in, and it was very lively.

The noisy sounds and images became fragmented and overlapping, like a tsunami.

"Yi Chi——" A shout suddenly sounded, Yi Chi opened his eyes and looked over as if nothing had happened, "What's wrong?"

Yi Yuan and Song Yueqing looked at her worriedly, and the latter pointed at the red doll in her hand, "I should be the one asking you this, why do you look so bad? What are you thinking about? You're so angry that you've stretched the legs of the doll straight."

It was the first time they saw such a gloomy look on Yi Chi's face.

The woman was unhappy, "Girl, you haven't bought it yet, this..."

"How many spirit stones?" Yi Chi asked indifferently.

"What?" The woman didn't hear clearly.

Yi Chi raised his eyes to look at her, "How many spirit stones?"

The woman looked into Yi Chi's dark eyes, and for no reason she felt a little scared. Her voice trembled, "Ten low-grade spirit stones."

Yi Chi nodded and curled his bright red lips, "I want it."

A drop of blood flowed out from the fingertips and dotted onto Chiou's blank eyes.

Suddenly, the red idol seemed to have a soul, very strange, it seemed to be shedding tears of blood, and it looked at people and smiled.

Yi Yuan's expression changed, "You can't open the eyes of the evil emperor puppet!"

Yi Chi looked at the puppet and spoke slowly and gently, "Why, are cultivators afraid of such folk rumors? Are you afraid that this puppet will suddenly come back to life?"

"Resurrection is also good." A clear voice suddenly interrupted.

Yi Chi looked over in surprise and saw a cheerful young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with smiling eyes and lips. He also seemed to love smiling. When he raised his lips, he revealed a cute pointed fang on the left side of his lip.

It makes people feel good.

There was a strange look in Yi Chi's eyes.

"how do I say this?"

The young man pointed at the red doll with eyes in Yi Chi's hand and said with a smile: "Sister, don't you think so?"

"Who wouldn't want to meet someone as brilliant as that? Good and evil will eventually turn to dust. Pursuing the truth and pursuing profit is the truth to escape from the secular world..."

What a mess of riddle! Yi Yuan and Song Yueqing frowned and were about to question him, but they saw the young man's eyes move and his figure disappeared in the bustling crowd behind him.

Only a smile remained, "Sister, my name is Guli, I look forward to seeing you next time."

"Hometown? Never heard of it, but I hate those charlatans who only talk nonsense and like to play tricks." Song Yueqing complained.

Yi Yuan's face looked a little heavy; this person made him very uncomfortable.

Yi Chi looked gloomy: "Isn't he just a charlatan?"

It is so shameless for an evil old man who is hundreds of thousands of years old to call her sister.

No matter what, you have to call her "great great great ancestor".

He really knows how to elevate himself.

But he left while talking. I'm afraid there are some Mahayana monks here?

Just as he was speculating like this, a spiritual communication talisman appeared beside Yi Chi.