Spiritual Masters

, then what Ji Ping killed was just an "illusion". He didn't kill these "living people", but trapped them in the spirit lock circle. Was it to protect them?

The villagers regarded everyone as "saviors". Although their speech was still weird, they no longer resisted, and were even willing to invite everyone to rest in the village for a night.

Anyway, I have to go to the city to wait for the disciples to arrive, so why not just rest here for the night, since it is so close, I didn't refuse the kindness of the villagers.

The village head arranged several people in a large wooden house. This house should have been unoccupied for a long time, and many places were covered with cobwebs. They didn't bother the villagers to help clean it up, but simply cleaned up the house and sat down.

What happened in the past few days made everyone a little uneasy. They sat around the wooden table and looked at each other.

It was so quiet that even the erratic voice could be heard when the candlelight was shaken by the wind. After a long while, Chi thought about it: "The man in black—that is, Ji Ping, all the weird things in Jingzhou are related to him."

Hearing this name, Ruan Yan's raised hand stopped, his face was not very good-looking, and his voice was very low: "Wucun has a relationship with him."

"..."

Are you talking nonsense?Knowing that he was talking nonsense, Chi Sheng couldn't scold him.

Chi Sheng lifted out the soul lamp at his waist, and the virtual form in the soul lamp was beating. He dragged out a virtual form surrounded by black mist with his fingers and placed it in the center of the table.

"Is this?" Miao Yuanyi frowned and asked, "Is it Ji Ping's false appearance? The most serious evil thoughts now."

Chi Sheng stretched out his index finger to touch the phantom that had been beating in the air, and said to everyone: "This phantom has very deep evil thoughts, and dripping blood to summon the soul will not work. If I don't come out in three hours, I will inject soul consciousness into the faction's token." I wake up."

Knowing that he was going to use his body to summon his soul, Miao Yuanyi pursed his lips and said, "Go ahead."

The virtual image between the fingers suddenly magnified and flashed white light, then disappeared into the air, and Chi Sheng then fell into a coma lying on the table.

"what--"

It was a roar of pain, Chi Sheng felt his throat hurt, it was Ji Ping who was screaming.

"Father! Mother!" Ji Ping turned over the soil with his hands in a hoarse voice. He knelt on the ground and cried, "Sister, brother, uncle, how could this happen? How could this happen? !"

Chi Sheng saw the situation in front of him through his eyes blurred by tears. This is Wucun during the landslide. The village was completely covered under the mud, and everything was covered tightly. The wooden houses that were washed away by gravity could be vaguely seen. tilted.

He could feel how intense Ji Ping's emotions were, and he was screaming and venting.

I don't know how long I sat paralyzed, the rain started to fall again, and it turned into heavy rain after a while,

Ji Ping raised his head and was soaked by the rain before he got up. He staggered a few steps towards the outside, and looked back several times as he walked.

Ji Ping hid under a large rock that was strong enough to shelter him from the wind and rain. This was a large rock near Wushan Waterfall.

After the rain stopped, Ji Ping's mood also recovered, and he left the village without any fluctuations in his heart and went to the town, where he began to learn to live independently.

At this time, the city is still a peaceful scene, and there are even soldiers patrolling on both sides of the street.Although it can't be called lively, at least it's no longer desolate, and the people don't look weird. After getting in touch with it, you can still feel the simplicity of Jingzhou's folk customs.

Ji Ping has no place to live and no money.He searched around the city before finding a deserted courtyard. Half of the wooden doors in this courtyard were broken, and there was only a "pavilion" built of tile-roofed houses and thatched thatch without windows.

"It's enough to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain." Ji Ping said in a low voice, and then said: "There should be no one living in this house, right? That's mine."

Fortunately, there was a wooden bed and table in this room, and Ji Ping didn't dislike it and just lay down on it.

Chi Sheng felt bad for him, there wasn't even a straw mat in this shabby place, and the dust thrown up could be used as a quilt!

There were only two job notices in this place, so Ji Ping picked the one with the higher wages and went to the shop to recommend himself.This shop is not big, it can only accommodate a few people, and the sandalwood tables and chairs inside are also a bit old.

The shopkeeper here is a simple and honest middle-aged man. Seeing that he looks like a teenager, he is a little hesitant.

Ji Ping hurriedly said: "Shopkeeper, I can endure hardships, so please let me stay."

The shopkeeper was soft-spoken by him, and seeing his sincerity, he stayed in the shop.

Ji Ping is very grateful to the shopkeeper. It is not easy to be taken in these days. He doesn't force it, as long as he can have a bite of food.Although it is not a big achievement, he is still conscientious.

He was in the shop for a few days before he realized that this steamed stuffed bun shop is a small shop opened by the shopkeeper and his wife. He didn't intend to recruit workers at first, but the business was getting better day by day, and the two of them were too busy, so they gave up their money to recruit workers.After learning about it, he returned to the shopkeeper with a grateful heart.

Perhaps his hard work moved others, and the shopkeeper took him in as an apprentice and taught him the craft. He was happy and studied harder.

It's just that I didn't expect that the shopkeeper's home would be relocated, and the bun shop would also be closed.Ji Ping had no choice but to say goodbye. He had saved a lot of silver taels these days, enough to live on for a while, but he couldn't just sit and eat.

After thinking about it for two days, he still decided to go to the market to sell steamed buns with carts based on his skills, enduring his heartache and spending half of his savings to buy outfits.

At the beginning, there were not many people who came to buy buns, and he was not depressed, and he still insisted on getting up early and leaving late. After a few days, the customers who came to buy steamed buns finally thanked him, and there were even repeat customers. He was very happy in his heart.

Chi Sheng looked at Ji Ping's daily life, which was plain and boring. Day after day, he made money to eat and sleep. After repeating it for an unknown amount of time, he felt boring watching it. He didn't know how Ji Ping got here.

32. Wu Village ([-])

Suddenly one day Ji Ping met a man dressed differently from ordinary people in the city. He was curious, so he sold buns to ask that man intentionally or unconsciously.

That was a disciple of the Weapon Master School, and Chi Sheng suddenly realized: "No wonder he joined the Weapon Master School."

"My lord, it looks like you don't look like an ordinary person." Ji Ping smiled gently.

The disciple took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun and said, "Of course, I am a disciple of the Spirit Master sect. I heard that there is a strange mountain in this city that has been disturbed by demons and turned into a dry mountain. I came to check it out."

Hearing the strange mountain, Ji Ping was suddenly excited: "Are you talking about the biggest mountain in Jingzhou?"

"Hiss...it seems to be." Seeing his tone excitedly, the disciple asked, "Do you know this mountain?"

"That place..." Ji Ping said in a low tone, "My hometown is the village at the foot of the mountain, but the mountain was submerged by a landslide four years ago when heavy rain washed away the top of the mountain."

"Sorry..." The disciple said apologetically, "Then do you know about the evil monster in the mountain?"

After he finished speaking, he said distressedly: "I'm telling you what the common people are doing, you don't know demons."

"Demon...?" Ji Ping murmured, he really didn't know much about these things as the disciple said, so he could only say: "This... I really don't know."

He looked at the man: "However, at that time, the nearby villagers thought that there was a sudden disaster and offended the God of the land, so the mountain will no longer bear fruit. We pray to the gods for rain every day."

The disciple said "Well" and did not speak.

He hurriedly asked: "Could it be that this vision is not because we offended the God of the Land, but because of some evil spirit?!"

"Indeed, there are very evil thoughts in that mountain, and I'm afraid there are many evil spirits." The disciple finished eating the buns and put the copper plate on the table: "The buns are good, I should go."

"Wait!" Ji Ping said urgently, "Can I ask you, where is the Spirit Master Sect?!"

"Oh, it's at Qingquan Mountain." The disciple said casually.

Ji Ping looked at the direction in which the man left, and muttered: "It turned out to be a monster, it turned out to be a monster?"

Chi Sheng felt Ji Ping's strong emotions, hatred and excitement.

He thought, it should be the disciple's words that brought back what Ji Ping had thought to be an accident and chose to forget. He rekindled the original anger and hatred. With hatred, there is a goal.

He wondered in his heart: "Since someone has gone to Wucun, why the evil thoughts have not been eliminated?"

"Hey, peddler, bring me two buns." A passerby came over and said.

"Not for sale."

"Hey, you are such an amazing stall, who are you showing it to? If you don't sell it, you won't sell it."

Regardless of the man's stare and abuse, Ji Ping quickly put away the stall and returned to his residence. He took out the money hidden under the bed and counted it.

"Five taels of silver..." Ji Ping put the money away, packed a bag on his back, stood at the door, took a deep look back, and left.

Chi Sheng felt his firm belief in revenge, and he wanted to hunt the demon.

Along the way, Ji Ping asked various people about the route and direction of Qingquan Mountain, but Qingquan Mountain is hidden and cannot be entered and exited at will. Ordinary people only know the approximate location, but do not know where to enter the mountain.

He lingered near Qingquan Mountain for several days but failed to go up the mountain. He waited until some disciples came out of the mountain before he took the opportunity.

Chi Sheng followed Ji Ping's gaze and found that one of those disciples was Ruan Yan. It turned out that the two of them had some intersections when they entered the mountain.

"Excuse me..." Ji Ping said with some embarrassment, "Are some of you disciples of the Healer Sect?"

Those disciples looked at each other, Ruan Yan looked at him with a face and asked, "Who are you?"

"I... My name is Ji Ping." Ji Ping looked a little uncomfortable, but his voice was sonorous and powerful: "I want to come to Qingquan Mountain to practice, I want to become a spiritual master, and I want to hunt monsters!"

He spoke with enthusiasm, those disciples laughed very shamelessly, Ruan Yan scolded them severely