The years I was in the human world

"Wrong." Xiao Fengzhuo suddenly said, causing everyone to look at him. Lu Zhouxue also showed a questioning look: "What's wrong?"

"There is indeed an evil ghost close to the Asura Road nearby, which is why this thing dares to eat people so unscrupulously." Xiao Fengzhuo kicked the ghost on the ground, and the piece of meat shrank back in fear, not daring to resist at all.

"But it's not this thing. Most red ghosts retain their memories from their previous lives, so they're not so shabby." Xiao Fengzhuo's words showed his disdain for the ghosts on the ground. "This thing is just an ordinary ghost. Because of the big ghost's presence, it has a bit of its aura, so it can scare people just now."

"The fox is taking advantage of the tiger's might?" Lu Zhouxue asked. Xiao Fengzhuo's explanation was not difficult to understand, and he understood it after a little thought.

However, the other cultivators' faces became even uglier after hearing this. If the ghost was the Red Evil Ghost, it would be understandable for them to behave so badly. But now they are saying that they are taking advantage of the power of the tiger. Isn't it a complete loss of face?

"What is the basis for your judgment?" Kong Qing looked at Xiao Fengzhuo straight in the eye for the first time, but it was not because she agreed with what he said. There was contempt and disdain in her eyes when she looked at him, but no humility.

Kong Qing is now three hundred and fifty years old, which is still very young for the demon race. Her mind was not open in the first one hundred and fifty years, but in the following two hundred years she was immersed in the flattery of Zhongting and became fully versed in it. She is still no different from those arrogant and rude Zhongting monks.

"Yeah, don't be ridiculous."

"If it wasn't the Red Ghost, how could it have frightened so many of us?"

The mob around them all echoed Kong Qing's words. Perhaps Xiao Fengzhuo's judgment might be correct, but obeying Kong Qing's position would obviously allow them to save face, so they questioned him without distinguishing between right and wrong.

However, Xiao Fengzhuo did not need them to believe him. He looked at Kong Qing meaningfully. The girl's eyes no longer had the purity of the past. Only the worldly sophistication and calculation after the passion had burned out remained. This girl had grown up astray in Ye Yunzhou's place.

"Master Yuchen, what do you think?" Xiao Fengzhuo looked at Lu Zhouxue with a smile. It didn't matter to him whether others believed him or not, or whether they lived or died. He only cared about the only person in front of him. He added pitifully, "If Master Yuchen doesn't believe it either, then I'm really a clown."

Lu Zhouxue stood up from the ground, patted Xiao Fengzhuo's head gently, and said lightly: "Just talking nonsense."

After comforting Xiao Fengzhuo, Lu Zhouxue glanced at the monks who had their own ulterior motives. Without making any futile excuses, he took out a stick of incense from his sleeve, pinched the fire gesture with his fingertips and lit it. The burning incense emitted wisps of green smoke that soon drifted throughout the inn.

Some monks stared at the incense stick that was emitting green smoke, almost gnashing their teeth, longing for it, very longing for it.

The spark on the incense burned down a little, and a little ash piled up on the top. Lu Zhouxue flicked her fingertips, and the ash fell down and sprinkled all over the ghost in front.

Then the ghost let out an extremely painful scream, as if its skin and bones were being peeled off. The flesh and blood on its body melted quickly and turned into blood and seeped into the ground. The ghost's flesh and blood did not disappear completely after melting, but turned into a shapeless black mist.

"You all must recognize this thing, right?" Lu Zhouxue said, casually handing the Buddhist incense to Xiao Fengzhuo. With his palm wrapped in spiritual energy, he lifted up the thing so that everyone could see its true appearance. It was a ball of black gas condensed from people's evil thoughts and it had no form at all.

"It's actually a belly ghost!" someone exclaimed.

The belly ghost is different from the wronged soul formed after the death of a living being. It is formed by the evil thoughts in the human heart. It has no life or afterlife, and no spiritual origin. It often parasitizes in the human stomach and survives by gnawing on the human liver.

The belly ghost is a low-level ghost, even worse than a little ghost. It is impossible for it to cultivate into a big ghost that brings disaster to the people like the wronged soul, and it is even less likely to be a red evil ghost close to the Asura path. Therefore, what Xiao Fengzhuo said just now really makes sense.

However, the faces of the monks did gradually turn green. It would have been fine if they were scared by a little ghost, but it was the belly ghost, the most despicable of all ghosts. Isn't that extremely embarrassing?

"A dignified monk Zhongting was eaten by a belly ghost. He is really outstanding." The demon cultivators and human cultivators have always looked down on each other, so they took this opportunity to make sarcastic remarks. Monk Zhongting was annoyed when he heard it, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

"Master Yuchen, look at this green smoke drifting away, it's quite interesting." Seeing that the mob was about to quarrel again, Xiao Fengzhuo spoke slowly and the whole room was silent.

The smoke from the incense stick in his hand drifted away into several strands and did not enter the crowd. Someone was not sure who had sucked it up. Seeing this, Xiao Fengzhuo laughed. He exchanged a look with Lu Zhouxue: "It's really an unintentional act that has paid off."

Incense is used to worship ghosts and gods, and green smoke is used as an offering. Now this situation can only mean one thing, that there are ghosts hiding in the crowd and sharing this pillar of incense.

The others naturally understood this principle, otherwise they would not have suddenly become quiet when they saw the situation of the incense stick clearly.

There were ghosts hiding in the crowd, and they were unaware. This matter could not be thought about too much. The more they thought about it, the scarier it became. Those who were less courageous got goose bumps. No one knew who among them was the evil ghost, or how many evil ghosts there were. Everyone was suspicious of each other, and for a while, everyone was in a panic.

"What should I do..."

"The red ghost has not been dealt with yet, and the evil ghost has disguised himself as a human again..."

A large group of cultivators were running around like headless flies. They were clearly ruthless and ruthless cultivators when they were outside, but now they were trapped in the inn and had no idea what to do. It seemed that all the strategies they had were used to plot against others, so they could only watch helplessly when they were in danger.

"Quiet!" Kong Qing shouted in a menacing manner. She glanced at the people who were looking at each other in bewilderment and said in a cold voice, "They are just a few evil ghosts. How dare they scare you like this?"

"Elder Lianxue, do you have any advice for me?" The monk was arrogant, but he still had respect for Kong Qing.

"Senior Sister, do you have any solution?" Kong Qing's junior brother also asked in a low voice.

"This item was passed down by the Grand Elder. It can identify the true body of anything it reflects. You all come to this mirror and test it, and you will naturally be able to tell whether it is a human or a ghost." Kong Qing took out a palm-sized mirror fragment from the Qiankun Ring she carried with her. She swept her sharp eyes over everyone, "Those who fail to test it will be treated as evil ghosts!"

"The fragments of the Sad Red Mirror." Xiao Fengzhuo took a look and whispered to Lu Zhouxue, "Axue kicked the Sad Red Mirror to pieces earlier, and a fragment fell to the human world, where Baili Changqing picked it up. The one this girl is holding should be the same fragment from back then."

"You know a lot." Lu Zhouxue said casually. If it was the fragment of the Sad Red Mirror, a thing from the God Realm, it should be easy to find a mere evil ghost.

"But there are some troubles." Xiao Fengzhuo said again. Lu Zhouxue turned to look at him and said softly in his throat: "Hmm?"

"Even if there are only fragments, it is still something from the God Realm. I'm afraid it will reveal Mianmian's past." Xiao Fengzhuo suppressed a smile in his eyes, but Lu Zhouxue felt that he seemed a little angry. "If that girl Kong Que sees it, I'm afraid it will be troublesome again."

Lu Zhouxue was worried about his identity being exposed, and so was Lin Xiyang. He looked at the movements over at Kongque with concern, thinking about how to get away with it. After looking in the mirror, it would be fine if the fact that he was Chunhui Jun was exposed, but what he was worried about was his past as an orphan of the Xie family.

Behind the peacock is Ye Yunzhou, and behind Ye Yunzhou is the Wuxiang people. If the Wuxiang people knew...

Kong Qing took out the broken mirror, and the mirror reflected herself clearly. A beautiful peacock was in it, and it was indeed her. After confirming that Peacock's identity was fine, she did not confirm her junior brother's identity first, but specifically asked to check Lu Zhouxue: "Daoyou, please."

If Lu Zhouxue was an evil ghost, they would have been dead long ago. The identity verification was fake, and Peacock was just looking for an excuse to investigate Lu Zhouxue's identity. She still had her doubts.

"Oh no." Xiao Fengzhuo rushed over before Lu Zhouxue. Seeing this, Kong Que frowned: "I asked him to check--"

"We have to check them one by one anyway, so it doesn't seem to matter who comes first or later, right?" Xiao Fengzhuo's fingertips touched the broken mirror, his eyes locked on Peacock sharply, "Or does Elder Lianxue have other considerations?"

The broken mirror shook at Xiao Fengzhuo's fingertips, and the flipped mirror reflected his face for an instant. The mirror surface was briefly sparkling like ripples on the water, and soon calmed down again. Nothing had happened, and nothing had appeared.

How could this be? Kong Qing stared at Xiao Fengzhuo's more beautiful than handsome face for a while with a look of doubt, but he really couldn't see any clues. The doubts in his heart only became more and more serious.

Just when Xiao Fengzhuo was about to secretly replace the broken pieces of the Sad Red Mirror in his hand, there was a crisp "bang" sound, and the lens on his fingertips shattered, followed by the scattered fragments that turned into powder. Xiao Fengzhuo's fingertips were accidentally cut by the splashing fragments, and bright red blood immediately flowed out.

The entire inn suddenly started moving, accompanied by the roar of rolling mechanisms. The ordinary decoration in the inn suddenly became magnificent, like a palace where the emperor and nobles lived.

The ground was covered with expensive gold foil, and the surrounding columns and hangings all exuded the splendor of money and material resources. The entire hall was brightly lit, making the monks trapped inside look like wronged souls trapped in a dead palace.

Dancers in gorgeous clothes filed in from the palace gate, and then the music of stringed instruments and orchestras began to tinkle. The music was not noisy, but rather clear and ethereal, with a certain elegance.

Everyone was still looking at each other in bewilderment at the sudden turn of events, when suddenly a huge force pulled them all to sit on the seats in the hall. On the low table in front of them were drinks, snacks and snacks, accompanied by singing and dancing.

At first glance, it really looks like a banquet hosted by some royal noble family where both the host and the guests would enjoy themselves.

Lu Zhouxue and Xiao Fengzhuo were not restricted, but in order to observe how the situation developed, they did not do anything and just found a seat and sat down.

The banquet table was set up so that two people sat at each table. Lu Zhouxue and Xiao Fengzhuo sat together, leaving Lin Xiyang alone. Next to him sat a plain-looking cultivator. When he saw him sit down, the cultivator smiled at him and said, "Hello, fellow Taoist."

After a monk enters the Tao, he can reshape his appearance by himself. It is rare to see someone as ordinary as this man. Lin Xiyang couldn't help but look at him more.

A tripod with a huge fire burning underneath was pushed into the hall by several little ghosts who looked like servants. The ghosts had no facial features and their faces were blank, but this made them look even more terrifying.

The milky white hot soup in the pot that was pushed up was bubbling, with brightly colored meat bones floating up and down from time to time. Since there was no seasoning to remove the fishy smell, the meat gave off a strong fishy odor after being cooked. It was really a big pot of broth.

"Are you going to let us drink it?" Someone looked at the pot of meat soup with a strange expression.

"Mianmian, guess what kind of meat is cooked in that cauldron?" Xiao Fengzhuo rested his cheek on the table, smiling and looking very relaxed, not at all nervous like the others.

"It can't be normal meat." Lu Zhouxue had just finished saying this when a human leg that was not fully cooked flipped out of the soup pot. It seemed obvious what was being cooked in the pot.

The other monks could see clearly what was in the soup pot, and their faces all looked unhappy. The pungent fishy smell made them feel like nausea, but they were trapped in their seats and could not move. They could only watch the little ghosts divide the soup and stare blankly.

After a while, the monks clearly felt that the restraints on their bodies were lifted, but considering what was going to happen next, they would rather be trapped.

The boiling broth was served by the little devils in ceramic basins and distributed to everyone's tables.

At the same time, the dancing girls also stopped their performance and stared at the monks with a fierce look. When they saw someone looking over, they opened their mouths and showed their sharp teeth, as if they would eat them alive if they didn't drink up the soup in front of them.

Lin Xiyang lowered his eyes and looked at the bowl of broth in front of him with thick human fat floating in it. He was in a dilemma. He didn't know what would happen if he drank it. But if he didn't drink it, he raised his head and glanced at a dancer who was staring at him. With his level of cultivation, it seemed that he had no power to choose.

Just as he was about to ask Lu Zhouxue for help, the monk sitting next to him suddenly reached out and poured the broth in front of him back into the pot.

Immediately, a little ghost looked over with bared teeth, and the monk said calmly: "This soup is so tasteless, how can you use it to treat guests?"

It was a very thoughtless statement, but the kid didn't force them to drink the soup.

The situation here was seen by others, and they all had some ideas. Lu Zhouxue retracted her gaze and whispered to Xiao Fengzhuo beside her: "As long as there is a good reason, can we not drink this swill?"

It was clear from his words that he was disgusted with the pot of broth.

Apparently, Lu Zhouxue was not the only one who thought this way. Some people were even quicker and had already followed the example of the cultivator next to Lin Xiyang and poured the broth in front of them back into the cauldron, then found a similar excuse.

Xiao Fengzhuo narrowed his eyes and looked at the cultivators around Lin Xiyang, but shook his head. He turned to ask Lu Zhouxue a very interesting question: "Mianmian, do you think the little ghost let them get away with it? Was it because of the excuses he made, or the person who made the excuses?"