Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

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Xiao Yihe slapped his ass on the ground, dust was everywhere, and his spine was so painful.

He was dizzy and felt his limbs were about to be slapped apart. He lay down on the ground and took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes. He was expecting to see some ghosts eating their hearts, demons dancing wildly, or even howling winds , It rained blood from the sky.

However, there are cars and horses all around, lights and festoons, and the voices of laughing and chatting, the bustling city is full of tranquility and peace.

It seemed that the dense fog that could not be seen was just a dream of everyone, there was no cloudy water, no sound of corpses inviting guests, and no screams of panic from the people.

It's just that the spiritual energy here is empty. Obviously, it is definitely not the peaceful Daichuan.

This is not the world...

Xiao Yihe found it interesting that there was actually a ghost realm hidden under Daichuan.

He slapped his sleeves on both sides, looked around calmly, and caught a glimpse of two little acquaintances looking around at the street corner from a distance. Could it be Nan Rongke and Chao Wendao who fell one step ahead of him? The incantations that penetrated into their bodies still had some effect.

As he spoke, he raised his hand with a smile and greeted them happily.

Apparently they had seen him too, but there was a vigilant and questioning expression on their faces.

As soon as he passed by, Nan Rongke immediately protected the lord with one hand, and Chao Wendao, who seemed to be unhappy, drew out his sword, pointed at him and said, "—stop!"

Xiao Yihe stood still, tilted his head and looked at him with a smile: "What are you doing, you don't know me?"

Nan Rongke patrolled up and down: "I ask you to answer, who am I?"

"..." Xiao Yihe blinked twice, and said with a playful smile, "Who else can it be, my good Taoist companion."

"Huh..." The two breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Nan Rongke pushed the Wuren sword back to his side, and pulled him into the camp with disgust and relaxation, "It's him, it's him. Listen to this shameless tone , I have no doubt about it.”

Only then did Chao Wendao's expression turn slightly better: "Junior Brother Song, don't blame me. Brother Nanrong and I have met people we are familiar with just now, but we don't know if they are me, or there may be evil methods here that can confuse people. Xinzhi, those fellow Taoists saw us and raised our swords and slashed..."

As he spoke, he covered his left arm, frowning tightly between his brows. He was cut by a demented Taoist friend who was defenseless before.

Nan Rongke immediately took out a elixir from his spiritual pouch and pressed it into his mouth: "You are injured, stop talking."

Xiao Yihe said: "This is a ghost land, with excess Yin energy, it is easy to invade the mind."

Nan Rongke was horrified when he heard the words: "A ghost realm? How could there be a ghost realm in Daichuan?"

Among the ghosts, there is one in a thousand who can become a fierce ghost; and one in a thousand who can become an evil spirit; the great evil needs thousands of years of life and death to have enough mana to cultivate a ghost realm.The ghost realm is isolated from yin and yang, and does not enter the cycle of reincarnation. It is a gap between life and death.

If a mortal breaks in unintentionally, he will almost die; even a capable monk will not be willing to deal with the Lord of the Ghostland if it is not necessary.

But in any case, over the years, there may have been natural and man-made disasters in Daichuan City, but I have never heard of any great evil being born. How could such a huge ghost realm emerge out of thin air?

Chao Wendao said: "Looking at the shape of the streets and alleys, it should be the old Daichuan decades ago."

But it’s useless to say more at this time, and they still need to find a way to break through the realm and leave in time, otherwise once the spiritual power stored in their spirit yuan is exhausted, it will be of no benefit to mortals at that time, even if they are not swallowed by the Lord of the Ghost Realm, they will also be swallowed by the Lord of the Ghost Realm. It's exhausted.

Nan Rongke and Chao Wendao were discussing the next action, Xiao Yihe looked around, and suddenly asked: "Have you seen Sect Master Xue?"

The two stopped talking at the same time, and the corners of Nan Rongke's eyes twitched: "You think Sect Master Xue is crazy? Why is he here?"

"...Just ask."

Xiao Yihe shrugged, and the two turned around strangely and continued to walk forward.

He lowered his head and touched his chest. There was indeed a magic spell running coolly in his heart, protecting his primordial spirit. This was the "Long Qing Mantra" cast in by that man at the last moment of his fall.

Who else could it be besides Xue Xuanwei.

"Miss Wu is celebrating her birthday, today's drinks are half price!"

"Miss Wu's birthday is very happy, today's meal is free!"

"Miss is overjoyed, miss is overjoyed, we are sending sachets for free at Xuji Lingluo shop!"

When I came back to my senses, joyful shouts echoed one after another around me, and everyone's faces were beaming.After careful identification, many people are the real residents of Daichuan—the proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop, the young brother who sells candied haws, the gentleman of the calligraphy and painting shop, the blind man who tells fortunes...

The ghost land was originally just a lifeless, emptiness filled with yin and water, and these people who were forcibly pulled down, although they lost their minds, were still engaged in their original work, which set off a truly festive and peaceful place. .

The three of them walked carefully through the two streets, their hands already stuffed with various sachets, and they didn't encounter any other dangers except for being harassed occasionally by heartbroken fellow Taoists along the way.

Nan Rongke hooked a sachet, and wondered: "This Miss Wu family doesn't seem to be so... fierce."

Before answering, Xiao Yihe was bumped into by a dwarf: "Brother, brother! Miss Wu's birthday is today, buy a bouquet of flowers!"

Looking down, she saw a little girl of eight or nine years old, carrying a flower basket, staring at him with dark and expressionless eyes.

At first glance, it is not a "living person", if it is not a ghostly figure, it is a corpse, Nan Rongke was about to break her up, but Xiao Yihe squatted down, took the basket from the little girl's hand, She smiled coquettishly: "I want all the flowers, can you tell my brother where Miss Wu's family lives? Let's go to give gifts."

It seems that the person who fabricated her didn't expect that someone would really talk to her, so he didn't store any more memories for the flower girl. The little girl stood there for a while, and stiffly turned her face into a strange angle. , obviously this empty head couldn't understand his words.

For a moment, she made a sudden movement, and resumed the settings set by the Lord of Ghostland, took her flower basket from Xiao Yihe's hand, and went to sell flowers like before.

Nan Rongke laughed at him and said, "Ha, I don't care about you at all."

Xiao Yihe was deflated and groaned twice.

Chao Wendao swallowed a elixir, and his expression improved a lot: "Could it be that she dragged us into the ghost realm to spend her birthday with her..."

As soon as the words fell, a crimson robe rolled over and shouted happily: "Xiao Chao Daochang!"

Nan Rongke immediately felt like facing a formidable enemy, drew out his sword, and shouted: "Stop!"

Xiao Yihe naturally knew that this "Xiaolu" was himself. After all, he cast the spell himself. Nan Rong and the others both worked. There is no reason why Lu Lingfeng would be deprived of his mind, but he always enjoys watching the excitement. It's a big deal, so I smiled and folded my hands.

"What are you doing?" Lu Lingfeng tilted his head to look at him with the same expression as Xiao Yihe just now, but a little more impatient.

Nan Rongke said: "Let me ask you to answer, what flavor is your favorite?"

Without hesitation, Lu Lingfeng said, "Sweet."

Nan Rongke rolled his eyes at him, and put his sword back into its sheath again: "It's so cheap, it must be me."

Xiao Yihe laughed twice.

Lu Lingfeng: "..."

Now all four are alive.

Xiao Yihe didn't know where to find the owner of this ghost realm, so he continued to wander aimlessly.

During this period, I didn't meet any other sober Taoist friends, or maybe those who have the ability to protect themselves have already gone into hiding.And Xiao Yihe didn't have more spiritual power to use the "Long Purity and Tranquility Mantra" to treat those who lost their minds, so he had to pretend not to see it for the time being.

After all, he was very handy when he was a bad guy.

To break through the ghost realm, one needs to find the real body of the master of the ghost realm.

The four of them headed south all the way, intending to go out of the city to have a look, but Zhao Wendao was a little exhausted. The wounds here were too slow to heal, so they had to rest beside a waterway that passed through the city.

Nan Rongke fed him another elixir to replenish qi and blood, and then sat in front of the low embankment and wiped his feather arrows with water.

He was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Let me tell you something."

"Don't be afraid." He said slowly without blinking, with a stiff face, "There is an eye in the water, and I'm looking at it..."

Zhao Wendao and Wen Yan glanced at the stream, his expression changed immediately, and he stood up.

"What the hell!" Lu Lingfeng shouted.

Nan Rongke immediately took out the "No Regrets Bow" from behind, picked up the bow and set up an arrow, and shot it with a string.

The black shadow seemed to sense danger, and rushed out of the water in an instant, rushing into the bushes beside the stream.The clump of leaves rustled, and the black shadow was about to enter the forest, when several golden arrows shot towards him, like cracking rocks, making a whistling sound and light, no golden drinking feathers!

The shadow of the arrow dissipated, the surrounding vegetation was reduced to ashes, and the ground cracked three feet.

"..."

There was an embarrassing silence around, no one spoke, and everyone kept silent tacitly.

Dudu Xiao Yihe opened his mouth: "Did you hit it?"

Nan Rongke: "..."

Xiao Yihe said again: "Didn't it mean that in Chasing the Moon Villa, the sword can cut shadows, and the bow can chase the moon?"

Do you have to carry this pot!Nan Rongke's eyelids twitched, and he said angrily, "Shut up!"

Chao Wendao cleared his throat: "Forget it, this place is strange, don't go after it."

Just as he was talking, he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past, Xiao Yihe concentrated his mind to search for the enemy, and was about to take a step, when suddenly a series of urgent calls came from a distance: "Catch him! Little thief, stinky beggar! Steal my purse!"

Chao Wen said: "Junior Brother Song, be careful."

Before he could react, a short figure rushed over quickly and collided with him head-on.

With a sound of ouch, the little beggar fell to the ground, and the money bag in her hand flew out together with her little rag bag.

His hair was disheveled, covering his dirty little face, and he didn't care about his sore butt. He immediately turned over and put the money bag into his arms, hiding it in his arms nervously, apologizing repeatedly: " Sorry, sorry!"

One mouthful is as crisp as a bell.

She was actually a little girl, about eight or nine years old, but she was thin, her clothes were torn, and her two exposed arms were bruised and purple. It was obvious that she was often bullied.

At this moment, the sufferer who lost the money chased after him: "—Give me back my money bag!"

The little girl turned to run, but suddenly remembered something, her face was extremely anxious, and she didn't care that the bitter master was about to catch up with the stick, so she lay down on the ground and searched all over the place.

Xiao Yihe bent down to pick up the rag bag beside his clothes, accidentally caught a glimpse of the contents in the bag, it was very miserable, a few round stones, half a steamed bun that was hard and moldy, and a wooden doll the size of a palm.

One of the red bean-studded eyes of the puppet was missing.

He splashed the dust on the cloth bag and handed it to her: "Are you looking for this?"

The little beggar looked up hastily, his eyes were dark and lively.Seeing that the suffering master was calling, she didn't have time to say anything else, she grabbed her little cloth bag and ran away, quickly disappearing among the crowd nimbly.

"Okay, you let go of the little thief who stole my purse, are you with him?!"

Xiao Yihe and Chao Wendao turned their heads, and saw that the bitter master had a ferocious face and half-rotten cheeks, it was a corpse manipulated by others.

Just as the stick was about to fall, the horse neighed suddenly, and the dust flew up. A carriage inlaid with gold and jade stopped in front of the two of them. It was covered with tassels on all sides, so extravagant.

There is no rein in the carriage, but it can move automatically. The windows and doors around are covered with dense bamboo curtains. Under the bright lights, there is a vague and quiet figure deep in the bamboo strips.

The bamboo curtain was half-opened by a slender plain hand, apparently to invite them in.