After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

In the night rain, the lights were turned on, and the humid water vapor rose, and the bonfire was surrounded by the yard, and the people sitting in it turned into black shadows, without saying a word.

Qingyue Town is still sleeping, only all the priests are gathered together, they are wearing dark red official uniforms, this color is placed in this environment, but it looks even more deserted and dead.

As soon as Xiangli Feilu appeared, everyone stood up and parted a way in front of him, revealing what people gathered in the center: a corpse covered in a white cloth.

Xiangli Feilu leaned over and knelt down, stretched out his hand to check the condition of the deceased, but was stopped by a five or six-year-old priest next to him: "Unlucky, don't get evil spirits, master."

Xiangli Feilu looked over with those green eyes and smiled at him.

The little priest suddenly realized that he was a born Buddha, and his physique was not as fragile as their ordinary people. For a while, his face became hot, and he stepped aside with lowered eyebrows.

The deceased was a weaponsmith who lived in the corner of the north building of Shenguanwu, with a big hole in his heart and a panicked expression.

"Cutting out the heart and dying." Xiangli Feilu inspected it for a moment, then whispered, "It's a demon or a devil."

"It used to be outside. This is the first incident that happened in the Priest's Wharf. We don't have enough manpower, so we can only get everyone to get together first to prevent the monster from hurting people again, but there are still a few people who are not in the room. Here, we will focus on investigation later.”

"No way... no way, as long as the rain and fog exist for a day, we will not be able to track the breath of the demon."

On the other side, a divinely aged priestess murmured, "But after using so many methods and filling in so many lives, there is no way to dispel this mist..."

In the middle of her speech, she suddenly started to cough violently. The cough caused pain in her bones, and she bent over and convulsed.

"The dead old man Zhu is a widow. He used to have an adopted son who died of bone disease. Now it's his turn, and there is not even a whole body..."

The little priest hurried over to support her.

The others didn't move, but their eyes were gray and numb with fatigue—they had long been used to it, whether it was others or themselves, men, women and children in Qingyue Town would one day suffer from this kind of pain.

Of course, there is another possibility, perhaps before the illness catches up with them, the demon has already taken their lives.

"I'll find a way."

Xiangli Feilu lowered his eyes, the Qingyue Sword was firmly held in his hand, and the dark sleeves hung down to cover his scar.

His voice was low and hoarse, "From now on, I will keep patrolling the priest's dock and track down the demons as soon as possible. I am responsible for this matter. If I hadn't underestimated the enemy and came out to guard earlier, perhaps such a thing would not have happened."

"I've made arrangements, you don't have to blame yourself too much."

Xiang Lihong's voice came from the side, equally hoarse and deep, "We have dispatched all the people we can, but that monster will definitely be able to take the form of a human and hide it, so it's really hard to guard against."

Moisture surged up again, and he pressed his wrist unconsciously, as if the pain from pressing hard could overcome the heart-wrenching bone pain.

"Before that, I have something to ask you, Master."

Xiangli Feilu turned around, and the phoenix feather in his sleeve followed his movements, and lightly swept his wrist, causing a tingling pain.

Seeing that he frowned, Xiang Lihong gestured for the others to leave first.

"I found the phoenix feather, first use this to burn together with the unicorn horn, and cure everyone's illness."

He took out the phoenix feather, the soft and gorgeous feather was like a ray of light, piercing the heart in the darkness before dawn.

"You smell so bloody."

Xiang Lihong saw his wrist turned up, revealing the new wound with deep visible bones, and frowned even tighter, "Where did you get the injury?"

Xiangli Feilu tugged at his sleeves, and said in a flat tone, "It's not important. Master, let's use this first."

"Phoenixes are rare, even more rare than unicorns. I searched all over the world, and I even entrusted the masters of the gods to inquire, but I couldn't find them. The phoenix lineage is delicate, domineering, and willful. Now they have the Phoenix Mingzun." Ming Xing Tianyun protects the whole family, and those who hurt the phoenix will inevitably suffer double karma backlash, what have you done?"

Xiang Lihong's tone sank.

Xianglifei Lu paused for a moment, then said, "It's nothing, the Phoenix gave it to me voluntarily."

At this moment, the scene just now flashed back into his mind. The way Rong Yi leaned on the couch, looking at him with twinkling eyes, seemed to be burnt, which made people's heart skip a beat.

The wound on the wrist stings again.

Xiang Lihong insisted: "If Buddha doesn't make it clear, Qingyue Town can't accept this favor. If the price of this phoenix feather is your karma, then everyone in Qingyue Town is a sinner of Jiang Guo."

Xiangli Feilu stared at him, and said after a while, "It's Rong Yi. He's Phoenix."

Xianglihong was taken aback.

Xiangli Feilu felt a little strange when he pronounced this name by himself.

A complicated look flashed across Xianglihong's eyes: "I said that the youthful aura you brought back didn't look like an ordinary person. I thought it was because of the dual cultivation between you and him."

Xiangli Feilu's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"In any case, I never expected that you really brought an immortal here. Since this is the case, he is the benefactor of Qingyue Town, let alone neglect him. Why didn't you tell me in advance! A place like ours is not for Phoenix to live in. Even a three-year-old child knows that the phoenix does not eat unless it is practiced, does not drink unless it is a sweet spring, and does not live in it unless it is a phoenix tree. We..."

"He..." Xiangli Feilu knew that he still misunderstood, his voice stopped, and when he heard the back, he lowered his eyes and fell silent.

He had no words to refute.

Rong Yi probably lived in an uncomfortable place.

"Tell me again, why does the Phoenix God follow you?"

Xianglihong looked at him seriously, remembering that the peacock had just died, and thought suddenly, "Could it be that he is..."

Xiangli Feilu didn't know how to explain it, but he just followed his words and admitted, "It's our new... God."

"Then don't be negligent!"

Xianglihong's hands trembled a little, and he looked at him with a sense of reproach. He lowered his voice, "It's our new God of Protecting the Country, that's even more terrible! How can we let someone live in that place?"

Xiangli Feilu closed his eyes: "I will explain this to you later, Master."

He followed Xiang Lihong into the inner courtyard, closed the door, and sat down.

The servant girl serving Mrs. Xiangli came over to deliver tea, and told Xianglihong, "Madam has suffered from an old illness again and cannot get up. She will rest for a few days and cannot come out to meet guests. Please rest assured, my lord, it is not a big deal."

Xianglihong nodded: "Okay, tell Madam to rest well, I will come to see her at night."

Just like ordinary weapons cannot hurt the body of a god, phoenix feathers and horns cannot be burned with ordinary fire. Xiangli Feilu led the Samadhi real fire to the Qingyue sword, attracted the evil spirit, and burned for two or three hours before he got less than one or two. of ashes.

It was already noon, but the sky was still dark, like night.Outside the rain continued.

Xiangli Feilu adjusted the water bowl and brought it to Xianglihong: "Master, drink it first."

But Xianglihong didn't drink.

He carefully put the medicine bowl by the table with both hands, went out, and whispered to a guarding priest outside: "Let everyone take turns to get the medicine, young people give priority, we have old bones, don't be in a hurry For a while."

People came one after another, queuing in order in the courtyard.

The fact that Xiangli Feilu brought the medicine to cure bone disease is somewhat a glimmer of hope, clearing away some of the long-standing haze in this town.

Feathers and horns are rare treasures among rare treasures. Using these two as medicine, the effect of the medicine is immediate. Some people drink it within half a stick of incense, and the pain has disappeared. For those with milder symptoms, the deformed joints also returned to their normal appearance with fever.

"What is said in the Dark Shennong book is true. Although it is a strange magic, it is really effective."

Xianglihong leaned on a cane, still standing calmly in the courtyard.

Xiangli Feilu was sitting at the table, writing auxiliary prescriptions with downcast eyes, and replied casually: "That book is not actually a wicked book, it just records things that ordinary people can't get, things that ordinary people dare not think of, and things that ordinary people dare not think about. To accomplish these things, the karma of karma will not be less, and most of the practitioners will not end well, so slowly, this book has become a wicked book in rumors."

"That's the truth."

Xianglihong was still standing at the door, staring at the blue-gray rain curtain. After a while, he said, "I haven't seen Mr. Rongyi today. If Master Buddha is free in a while, I hope God will come down. I will bring you Everyone in Qingyue Town thank him face to face."

Xiangli Feilu stopped writing and looked up.

"You have to thank him too."

Xianglihong looked at him seriously.

This sentence was the tone he used to teach him when he was still practicing in the pagoda of the king's capital.

Xianglihong waited for a while, and finally got the things he ordered to fetch—a few priests walked in carrying some boxes, and he pointed to them to put them beside Xiangli Feilu.

"In Qingyue Town, we can't grow sycamore trees. Trees like sycamore trees that are afraid of water will rot if they stay here for three or four days. Now we have nothing, and the things that can be sold are gone. Even I can't find a bundle of dry straw... The weapons here are sealed in the warehouse, a pile of broken copper and rotten iron, unused, but fortunately only the iron and jade on it are clean and have not been stained with blood. Barely a bit of aura, maybe it can be used for God to recuperate."

Xiang Lihong said, "I'll let them smelt it later, and make him a nest with these iron alloy jades, and see if God likes it. The villagers will agree with this matter, and they will know God hasn't abandoned us yet."

Xiangli Feilu stood silently on the side, looking at the heavy boxes of weapons—the leftover iron and jade, which were melted into the weapons, turned out to be collected and donated by every household in Qingyue Town, and some of them had experienced After many generations, it has been stained with rust, but only Shenyu is as clean as new.

But whether it is new or old, it has been carefully maintained and wiped.

No one in this town leaves, even if they hold these scraps of copper and iron, even if they suffer from bone disease in the mist all day long, Qingyue Town has been the place to protect the country of Jiang since ancient times, and his Qingyue Sword is here Build it.

Weapons are their bones, Shenleiquan is Jiangguo's water veins, and Shenguanwu is the place that has blessed them for generations, so no one left.

These things are too heavy, and they have to be moved to the most central smelting residence. The priest moved very hard, and suddenly saw Xiangli Feilu stepping forward, and took it lightly: "Give it to me."

The little priest was startled subconsciously, and raised his eyes to meet Xiangli Feilu's green and calm eyes.

"I'll go...to make a nest for him."