You Buddha is merciful and cool [Rebirth]

Qu Conggu entered the room with a blizzard all over his body, and casually glanced at the people in the room.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a person wearing the clothes of the soul cultivator lineage, and suddenly felt a little more at ease.

The people in several parties are all from the Jianghu, and when they meet each other, they can be regarded as knowing each other well, secretly guarding, and looking around.

Qu Conggu only brought less than ten people, and the rest split up several ways, and the momentum was not very strong. He found two tables and sat in the noisiest place downstairs.

The business was good, and Xiaoer was so busy that his feet were on the ground, so the old shopkeeper came to ask: "Gentlemen, what do you want?"

Qu Cong turned his attention and said, "Come here for some vegetarian dishes. May I ask if I can stay here?"

The old shopkeeper bowed and said, "I'm sorry sir, we don't live here."

Of course Qu Conggu knew about it, so he took advantage of the situation and asked, "Then these people are full of travel and dust, and they don't look like locals, where do they live?"

He has a face that pleases the elders. The old shopkeeper has seen too many people in the Tao. How can he not see that he is not a simple boy, but he still said with a good temper: "General These masters don’t stay overnight, they come and leave on the same day, but some of them live in Xianke Tower.”

Qu Cong smiled: "Thank you."

The old shopkeeper hurriedly said, "Don't dare."

Qu Conggu thought for a while, and then asked: "Then these people, have they just arrived? Or have they lived here for a while?"

The old shopkeeper looked at him, and said for a while, "It's a new face, I've never seen it before."

Qu Conggu put a piece of broken silver in his hand on his tray, his eyes narrowed with a smile: "Order some food for us, I'm so hungry."

Whether or not they stayed here, and how long they stayed, is related to whether there is any difference here. If these people are just passing by, then there is no need for them to spend more time here.

The two parties tested each other, and neither of them stepped out of the Geshi Building first, and sat stiffly on the first floor.

All the customers have left, only the waiter is left to do the cleaning, and the shopkeeper is behind the counter knocking on the planner.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

In the end, Qu Conggu winked and stood up.

When they moved, the soul cultivators followed suit.

After walking out of the restaurant, he went straight out of the city.

Qu Conggu hid in a corner with a group of people, watched them leave the city, and said, "They seem to know something."

Someone immediately echoed: "It stands to reason that if they met us here, they should have stayed to test whether we got any news, but they just left, and they didn't seem to care at all."

Qu Cong thought about it and asked, "Is this the only way to go back and forth?"

"Yes," said a disciple, "my hometown is here. If you go from the capital to the Central Plains, you must take this road. After the ban on salt, the bypass road is even more impassable."

Qu Cong asked: "When did our people investigate Guanglin City?"

"Two days ago, he had already left by this time."

Qu Cong Gu Zhengse said: "Send a letter to ask, did they meet someone who also walked this way."

His disciples took orders and flew away.

The rest sent two more people to follow Hunxiu far away.

Here he stopped people on the road to inquire, but some people from the rivers and lakes passed by Guanglin.

The letters I received came very quickly, saying that a person dressed as a martial artist passed by here a few days ago, but he didn't stay at the hotel and went directly to the south.

Everyone also felt that something was wrong, and said: "This is unreasonable. If they get the news, why don't we know?"

Qu Conggu's expression was not good, he didn't answer this question, and said directly: "Let's go."

He had some bad guesses in his heart, but he didn't dare to say them out, always feeling flustered and apprehensive.

If there is any news about Wu Xiu, it is only natural for Zhong Wu to hide it. He also said it clearly at the beginning. It is up to his own ability to get the miracle in the hands of the two parties. Will kindly send a letter to the people in Fulong Mountain.

But how did this soul cultivator know?

His mind was wandering, and he led a group of people towards the gate of the city, but suddenly bumped into a person, knocking his consciousness back into his head.

He raised the man with one hand and said, "Are you all right?"

The man seemed to have bad eyesight. He was wearing a black suit and a stupid black hat, and a banner in his hand fell to the ground.

The young disciple picked it up for him, handed it to Qu Conggu, and Qu Conggu handed it over to him again.

"Are you okay?" he asked again.

The man squinted his eyes and raised his head, Qu Conggu saw his face, and his heart twitched in fright.

This person's eyes seemed to have been gouged out, the bloody upper and lower eyelids grew together, the eye sockets were black and red, and the lips were pale. The whole person could not tell his age, but felt weird.

Qu Conggu never saw people suffer so much, he took out the silver and handed it to him, and said, "I...are you a fortune teller?"

The man's voice was hoarse, and he opened his mouth to spit out an indistinct syllable.

Qu Conggu said, "You can do the divination for me."

He thought to himself, maybe this is also fate?Maybe this person has some great skills and can give pointers to himself.

But the man couldn't say any complete words, he could only open his mouth hoarsely.

The man was wearing a thick black robe, and he didn't look very cold, but the shoes on his feet were thin. When he lowered his head, he saw that the tops of this man's feet were red from the cold.

He thought, how should this person survive.

Then he took out two more pieces of silver, pushed his hands away and put them in, saying: "I have to go, thank you for divination for me."

He was also worried that this person couldn't see and couldn't speak, so don't let people cheat you out of money again, so he added: "I'll let someone take you to buy a pair of shoes, and eat something warm to keep you warm."

"You don't need to thank me, you are a fortune teller, please speak nice words to the gods for me, let me find the miracle quickly."

Qu Conggu had something in his heart, and always felt that if he did more good deeds, maybe he would be able to get some blessings from fate and get his wish fulfilled.

He turned around to leave, but was grabbed by a pair of cold hands. The man bent his waist, his hands were as cold as ice, and his voice was hoarse and not like a human voice: "You—what do you choose?"

Qu Conggu was inexplicable at first, but when he heard him speak, he felt his heart move, thinking could it be him?

Maybe this man is a sign?Is this also considered a dumb mouth? ?

He was agitated, and he also held the man's hand and asked, "What do you want to say?"

A disciple stepped forward and said, "Master of Ceremonies, be careful of fraud."

Only then did Qu Conggu wake up, realizing that he was too eager for success.

The man still held his hand tightly and asked, "What do you choose?"

Consultant Qu Cong: "You, tell me clearly, what is 'choose what'?"

"Dragon or tiger, what do you choose—" the man said in a breathy voice.

He asked this question inexplicably, but Qu Conggu remembered that Caogu was made of a black dragon's tendons, so he said, "I choose the evil dragon."

The man staggered and took a step back: "Evil dragon, evil dragon, the evil spirit is ambitious, high-minded and poor--"

Qu Conggu frowned, feeling that the words were too unlucky, but he didn't stop them.

The man said: "Someone begged me...begged me to save you."

He tremblingly stretched out his finger and pointed to the southeast direction: "You are looking for a man in blue, he is missing a finger."

"The sign is in his hand."

Qu Cong asked: "How do you know? Who are you? Who asked you to help me?"

He couldn't help guessing, maybe it's someone from the ghost town?

The man shook his head, stretched out his hands and groped away.

Qu Conggu wanted to ask again, but was stopped by the people around him.

A disciple in yellow robe whispered: "Master of Ceremonies! He is not human."

Qu Conggu's eyes widened.

"He has no shadow," another person added, "Besides, the smell of blood on his body is too heavy. Mortals like me can't bear such a heavy killing. If we don't become demons, we will live and die."

It was the first time Qu Conggu came into contact with such a thing, and he said blankly, "Is he—a ghost?"

"Couldn't it be," said the yellow-robed voice with uncontrollable excitement, "It's God, Master of Ceremonies, we're sure to win."

"Encountering divine assistance means that God is on our side!"

Qu Conggu felt that something was wrong, the words in that mouth did not seem to have a good meaning at all, but some evil deeds.

"I'm afraid he is the God of Killing," the yellow-robed disciple was still saying, "He has no eyes, is dressed in black and black hat, and is dressed in killing. There must be nothing wrong with him. He must be the God of Killing."

"Rumors say that his eyes were gouged out by the king of hell. He peeked into the book of life and death and saw the fate of too many people. He killed the person who was supposed to be a treacherous and evil person, causing chaos in the world. The emperor of heaven was furious, and the king of hell ordered They dug out his eyes and fed them to the three-legged Golden Crow."

"Killing the gods was originally a job in hell, but because of killing into the Tao, he became a god, disappeared and wandered between heaven and earth."

Qu Conggu's thoughts were confused, he received too much news at once, and felt unable to react.

All the disciples were overjoyed and felt that the matter was settled.

"The master of ceremonies is indeed very fateful," said the yellow-robed disciple, "to have let a god crash into his arms!"

Qu Conggu suddenly thought of that poor god, and thought, is this really a good thing?