Qing Leng Master Rescue Plan

Li Mingjue couldn't help shaking his head with emotion. While chatting, a villager didn't care how important he was. He shoveled down with a hoe and made a clicking sound. In the silence of the night, it looked especially strange.

"Fuck, fuck! I'm shoveling my head, I'm shoveling that widow's head! It's over, she's going to come and kill me later, it's over! I'm going to die!"

The villager was so frightened that his face turned pale. He threw the hoe out, kneeled down as soon as his legs gave up, and cried, "I'm dead! I shoveled the widow's head. I'm sure I'm going to die this time!" "

The rest of the people were also frightened by him, and they all opened up about the guys in their hands. A group of elders cried and wailed loudly, saying that they must die this time.

The corner of Li Mingjue's mouth couldn't help twitching, thinking, this is not enough.

Moreover, just hearing this click, who knows if it was the widow's head that was shoveled?Maybe it was something else?

Adhering to the good virtue of hearing is believing and seeing is believing, Li Mingjue comforted the group of elders not to panic, while taking out the fire talisman, flicked his wrist, and with a puff, the fire talisman ignited.

Throw it into the pit casually, and look through the light, and see that it is just a blackened stone, not the widow's head.

Li Mingjue couldn't help complaining: "A group of old men, I'm afraid you are scared. This is a wilderness, surrounded by mountains on the left and right. What's the big deal about digging a stone? I'm afraid you will be scared."

The villagers looked over in fear, and saw that what they had dug was really just a stone, so they stopped crying, but they still said with lingering fear: "Digging a grave is a shameful thing, we are all honest The people in the village have been good citizens for three generations, but they can't do such immoral things."

"Yes, yes, quit! If my father knows, I sneaked over to dig someone's grave in the middle of the night, and I will jump out of the coffin and give me a big mouth!"

"I won't dig any more. I haven't married a wife yet. If I do such a wicked thing, I won't have assholes when I have children, what should I do?"

Li Mingjue frowned when he heard that, he pointed to the tip of his nose and asked, "If you don't dig it, do you want me to dig it?"

The villagers said: "It is you who want to dig, then you can dig it yourself... Uh."

I saw Li Mingjue picked up a hoe and waved it in front of everyone's eyes, as if anyone who beeped again would just smash their heads into rotten watermelons with the hoe.

Seeing this, everyone gulped down the words as soon as they came to their mouths, and then subconsciously turned their eyes to Jiang Xuanling.

With one hand tied behind his back, Jiang Xuanling stood on the edge of the messy grave. The clothes on his body were spotless. He was really personable and independent, just like the weeping orchid and osmanthus pine planted in the courtyard.

People who didn't know thought he came here to enjoy the scenery.He would never associate Jiang Xuanling with the black-hearted ghost who dug other people's graves.

Sensing the gazes of the crowd, Jiang Xuanling turned his gaze away from Li Mingjue, glanced at the dull faces of the villagers, frowned and said, "Why, do you want me to dig?"

All the villagers: "..."

Li Mingjue: "Abaa abaa."

It seemed as if a year had passed, all the villagers seemed to wake up from a dream, and hurriedly waved their hands and said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, let's dig, let's dig!"

Seeing this, Li Mingjue held on to the hoe quite depressedly.

It's very strange to say that the master obviously didn't say anything harsh, and even his tone and expression have always been very gentle - at least Li Mingjue thinks that the master is very gentle now - why are those villagers so afraid of the master?

Master just stopped there, and the villagers didn't even dare to take a breath.strange.

Li Mingjue took a step forward with his hoe, ready to boost his morale, but suddenly his feet sank, and there was a cracking sound of bone breaking.

It seemed that something had been broken by him.

Seeing this, all the villagers immediately rolled and crawled back to dodge, and the shrill screams resounded through the entire dense forest in an instant.

"He stomped off the widow's head! He stomped it off!"

"My God, he stomped off the widow's head! He's done!"

"The widow's ghost is coming soon! I didn't do it, don't kill me!"

"If you want to kill, kill the man in red! It was he who stomped on the widow's head!"

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

Li Mingjue: "..."

He was extremely embarrassed, and with the light of the fire talisman, he saw that there was indeed a head under his feet.The flesh has long been corroded.

It may be because it has been buried in the ground for too long, and the bones have become very brittle.

He stepped on it so lightly that the entire skull was crushed, and a piece the size of a fist was dented inside.

"I didn't mean it, sorry, sorry."

Li Mingjue quickly moved his feet away, thinking about it, he quickly got the widow's head out.

He has always been very courageous and has no taboos, even if he is pregnant, he has no taboos.

He bent down, ready to pull the widow's head out of the soil.

Jiang Xuanling stopped him from the side, shook his head and said, "Don't move."

"I don't move, so who will move?" Li Mingjue raised his head and asked.

"them."

Jiang Xuanling turned his head to look at the villagers. Although he himself was not afraid of corpses, he was obsessed with cleanliness. The soil where the corpses were buried was red and exuded a disgusting smell.

He hated dirt very much, so naturally he didn't intend to do anything, seeing that Li Mingjue's palm was stained with a little dirt.

Frowning deepened, he flicked the dirt from Li Mingjue's palm casually, Jiang Xuanling turned his head to look at the villagers, and said seriously, "I'm sorry."

Just this one sentence is more useful than Li Mingjue's one hundred sentences. Several villagers swarmed up and pulled the widow's head out of the soil.

In order to show respect for the deceased—to avoid being strangled by the widow’s ghost—several villagers fell to their knees, clasped their hands, and muttered something.

"Don't blame us, it's not the grave we want to dig, it's the young man in red next to him who insisted on us digging!"

"We didn't intend to disturb your rest, so you must not blame us!"

"We have no grievances in the past, and we have no grievances in recent days. For the sake of the same village, let us be spared!"

As they said that, several villagers began to kowtow, one by one, and they kowtowed sincerely.

After a while, the foreheads of several villagers were red, which was more real than the death of their own mother and Lao Tzu.

"Okay, okay, when she was alive, she lived so hard, and I didn't see you showing kindness and giving her something to eat. Now that everyone is dead, why are you still kowtowing?"

Li Mingjue seemed to be driving away chickens, with gestures like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves, he drove a few people aside, and then supported his sore waist with one hand.

He said to Jiang Xuanling: "Master, just dug up one head, you see, can you think of a way to find out the widow's body as well. When the widow's body is gathered together, then lure the widow out. If there is any hatred or grievance, she will say it together."

Jiang Xuanling said: "I also have that intention."

"What? You still want to lure the widow's ghost out? That's impossible!" The villagers stopped after hearing this.

"Ghosts are inhumane. Whoever catches them will pinch whoever is caught. If the widow's ghost is lured out, she will definitely kill us!"

"Are you two reliable? You don't look like serious Taoist disciples. Why aren't you wearing disciple uniforms? Which sect and family do you belong to?"

"Could it be an evil cultivator? He specializes in making trouble with female ghosts, and then increases his cultivation!"

Li Mingjue thought to himself, these people know quite a lot, they actually know the secret cultivation method of evil cultivators.

In fact, these villagers are not to be blamed. After all, Xuanmen disciples go out to practice, whether they are disciples of the sect or the children of the family, they will wear the robes.

First, to show your identity, so that you will not be bullied by other sects when you come out to practice.

Secondly, the ancestral robes would be embroidered with self-defense charms, and when worn on the body, ordinary evil spirits would not dare to get close at all.

Thirdly, it looks good. The imperial robe is the best embodiment of the aesthetics of a sect or family, whether it is gorgeous and flamboyant, or low-key and restrained. All in all, each has its own merits.

And some Taoist monks who don't wear ancestral robes, there are generally two types of people, one is casual cultivators, who are not driven by anyone, walk their own path, and practice their own way.

Another kind is evil cultivators, everyone shouts and beats them, and they cannot get on the stage.

What made Li Mingjue very depressed was, how could the two of them look like evil cultivators?Has the evil cultivator ever grown up like them?

Li Mingjue couldn't help asking out the doubts in his heart, pointed at Jiang Xuanling and said, "Look at his appearance, figure, and demeanor, how can he look like an evil cultivator?"

Unexpectedly, those villagers said: "We are not talking about him, but you!"

Li Mingjue: "Aren't your eyes blind?"

"How can a decent person wear red clothes and hang around other people's graves? It's not normal to dig other people's graves!"

"Yes, I also think he is abnormal! How can someone crush someone else's skull with one foot and not feel guilty at all?"

"How can I kneel down and kowtow a few times?"

"That's right, and he also talks a lot. It stands to reason that the really powerful Xuanmen monks don't talk much!"

Li Mingjue: "..."

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

It's okay, it's okay, it's also a virtue not to care about ordinary people.

Li Mingjue decided not to speak anymore, put his hands behind his back, and began to pretend to be Jiang Xuanling.

But when he pretended like this, the villagers shouted as if they had discovered something extraordinary: "Yes, that's the look! You don't look like a good person at first glance!"

"Look, he stopped talking, he must have been poked by us!"

"He looks so scary when he doesn't talk!"

Li Mingjue said angrily, "Nonsense!"

Villagers: "Look, he's getting angry!"