Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan couldn't remain calm. Although he had not participated in this mess in his previous life because he hated Chu Huaizhou, he had heard about how tragic it was.

It was said that Chu Huaizhou had already set up a magic array and barrier, and after finding out the truth, he formed seals and activated the array, strangling all the evil spirits in the array. However, due to his weak cultivation, such a huge magic array had to be supported by many magic tools.

Later, because disciples of Xuanqing Sect accidentally entered the place and refused to follow the advice of Immortal Master Yunlan, some of them even did the opposite, and in the end, some dishonest people were able to take away several magical instruments.

Chu Huaizhou was activating a magic circle and had no time to take care of other things. In the end, without the support of the magic and Taoist tools, the magic circle broke due to lack of spiritual power. The enraged and violent ghosts and undead rushed out and surrounded and devoured him.

When Yu Changfeng and his men arrived, Immortal Master Yunlan was covered in wounds, his white clothes were stained red with blood, and half of his soul core was destroyed. Only then did they kill all the evil spirits that broke through the formation.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jingxuan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and his tone became even more anxious and irritable, "Uncle Junior Master, the disciples of Xuanqing Sect have entered the village at the foot of the mountain!"

Chu Huaizhou paused as he fastened his white waist belt, his lips were light and tightly pursed, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Are you from Xuanqing Sect?"

Logically speaking, this shouldn't happen. Once he takes the prayer for help, it will disappear from the prayer pillars of the major immortal sects. It's impossible for anyone to come here specifically. He might just happen to pass by.

That would be even more troublesome. They are all cultivators. Even if they are just passing by, they will definitely notice the weirdness of this village at a glance, and they might even recklessly disrupt the magic circle set up by Chu Huaizhou.

"Come with me first and take a look." Chu Huaizhou picked up the veil hat beside him, put it on his head casually and walked out.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jingxuan rushed into the kitchen first. Relying on his sharp nose, he found two plump white buns, held one in his mouth, and ran out the door, "Master Junior! Bring a bun to eat on the way!"

Young people get hungry quickly, especially him at the age of 19 when he is still growing up. He was already feeling hungry and anxious.

Thus, one day, two figures, one dressed in blue and one in purple, munched on steamed buns and walked down the mountain briskly among the red maples on the mountain covered with mist in the morning sun.

When I got closer, I found out that my husband's ox had suddenly gone mad, broke free from the yoke on its back, and rushed forward from the field. Its brute force knocked one of our disciples flying and broke two of his bones!

The white-haired, hunchbacked old man kept bowing and apologize, but the immortal disciple who was praised by the world was aggressive and spoke unkindly.

The disciple standing at the end noticed two strange men approaching silently, "My two fellow Taoists..."

He looked at the two men's clothes. The slightly taller man was wearing a black and purple robe with a waist and short sleeves. Even if he was standing a few miles away, he could feel the oppressive spiritual power leaking out of him due to his strong cultivation.

However, the person wearing a veil and a hat, and dressed in sky-blue and white silk brocade, had an extraordinary demeanor and was extremely eye-catching. Although the spiritual energy fluctuations around his body were extremely weak, people dared not look directly at him and just thought he was a rich young man.

To show respect, he carefully considered the address in his mind before bowing and saying, "Gentlemen, is there anything I can help you with?"

Chu Huaizhou just stared at the man coldly through the gauze without saying anything. Xiao Jingxuan laughed and tried to smooth things over, "Nothing, we just came to join in the fun."

"Who's here to join in the fun?" Chu Huaizhou turned his head and glanced at him. His voice was a little soft under the veil, and his tone showed disdain.

Xiao Jingxuan laughed twice, neither scared nor annoyed, and said with a gentle smile: "It's my nephew who is talking nonsense." Then he turned to the Xuanqing Sect disciple, "Where is your injured fellow disciple?"

The man looked at them suspiciously and asked, "Two Taoist friends, what do you want to do?"

Chu Huaizhou said calmly: "I know a little bit about medical treatment. Bring the person here so I can take a look at the injury."

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that this was the leader. He waved and called two people to carry the wounded over.

Xiao Jingxuan chatted with him for a while and found out that his name was Zhou Zicheng, and he led everyone out of the mountains for training. He estimated that the age of this group of people was about fifteen or sixteen years old.

There was a grassy plain ahead of the field ridge. Suddenly, there were screams of terror. The two disciples who were called to carry the people ran back crawling.

He didn't forget to scream at the same time, and only said breathlessly when he got to the front: "Brother Zhou, Junior Brother... He is dead!"

"What!?" Everyone was stunned, their faces filled with disbelief. It was just a bump from an old ox. An ordinary person would recover after two or three months of lying in bed with the bones fixed. How could a cultivator lose his life? !

Xiao Jingxuan's face was solemn. The people in this village were not living creatures. The cows that appeared out of nowhere to plow the fields might not be the common yellow cows. It was unknown what kind of evil spirit had created this.

He turned to look at Chu Huaizhou, who also had a solemn expression, and couldn't help but muttered: "Uncle Junior Master, we are now..."

Chu Huaizhou said nothing and walked towards the haystack. A dried corpse that looked like a human was lying on the ground, with black and turbid air constantly coming out of its left arm.

Everyone gathered around, and one disciple saw this and shouted, "There must be something wrong with the bull! The bull hit his arm, and there are two big bloody holes in the bull's horn!"

More and more voices followed suit. Chu Huaizhou only felt it was noisy. Xiao Jingxuan noticed it, narrowed his eyes and scanned all the people present. Immediately, everyone was shocked into silence and leaned over to check -

The skin of this corpse was wrinkled, as if all the blood, flesh and energy had been sucked out of it. Now it was just a skeleton covered with a very thin layer of human skin.

"When was he hit by the bull? Where did you go to get rid of the evil spirit after you came down the mountain?"

Zhou Zicheng spoke more respectfully, "Senior, it has been less than an incense stick since my junior brother was hit by a bull. We just came down the mountain yesterday and have never encountered any evil spirits."

Chu Huaizhou lowered his eyes and said in a stern voice: "Did he provoke or attack the cow or the farmers in the village?"

"I don't think so." Zhou Zicheng glanced at the other brothers and sisters, and they all answered, "No."

Xiao Jingxuan has narrow eyes, thin lips and a smile. Needless to say, he is handsome. His every move is full of arrogance. Although he looks lazy, he is imposing. "Are you serious?"

He pried open the mummy's palm and unfolded it, and saw a magical weapon with a handle that glowed faintly.

In an instant, everyone understood clearly. Chu Huaizhou was stunned for a moment: He didn't even notice it. He thought to himself: This person is asking for trouble, he must not live.

Be it people who practice Taoism, demons, goblins, or evil spirits, spiritual power has an irresistible temptation for them. The stronger and purer it is, the more they like it.

"I remember now. Before my junior brother was attacked, he said he had found a magical tool on the road and wanted to show it to me. He had just taken it out and poured spiritual power into it when he was knocked away by the bull."

The cause and effect are not difficult to guess: the magic weapon itself contains some spiritual power to a certain extent, which easily attracts unclean things to devour it.

The young man didn't know the ins and outs, nor did he know that everyone in this village was an ordinary person. He input his magic power into it without thinking, causing the spiritual power to surge and surge, summoning something even more terrifying than the living dead.

The old ox just bumped into him out of provocation, but what really killed him was an even more ferocious and evil spirit from unknown origin that was summoned by the power of the magic weapon!