"Brother Wuxi, if you don't let me go, I'll make a scene all night! Please let me go! Please let me go! I haven't seen a true exorcism of evil spirits!"
He rocked back and forth in the quilt, causing the bed to creak, but he was weighed down by the bamboo branches and could not get up.
Suddenly, the bamboo branch rose up.
Lu Xiaochan stood up quickly and said, "Brother Wuxi, you want me to watch the fun?"
"Don't regret it if you go."
"What do I have to regret?" Lu Xiaochan put on her shoes and socks, but when they fell to the ground she realized she had them on the wrong way around.
He was too lazy to change and was about to run to the door, but was stopped by Shu Wuxi with a bamboo stick.
"Put on your shoes."
"Oh..." Lu Xiaochan had no choice but to take off her shoes and change her left and right shoes.
At this time, almost all the villagers in the town came to Wu Si Winery holding torches.
There were three layers of people inside and three layers of people outside, and Lu Xiaochan couldn't squeeze in at all.
But he relies on listening, not watching.
The Chen family sent servants to assist the immortal.
The immortal, wearing a chic and elegant robe, pinched his beard and pointed to the door.
The servants of the Chen family immediately took down the tattered door of the tavern.
At that moment, the villagers exclaimed and retreated at the same time, almost stepping on Lu Xiaochan's foot.
Shu Wuxi said, "Have you held on tight?"
Lu Xiaochan nodded: "I have been holding on to the bamboo branch..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt his body lighten and heard the sound of tiles under his feet. Shu Wuxi had already brought him to the rooftop opposite the tavern.
"Wow... This is the best place to watch the fun!"
Lu Xiaochan sat down, supporting her chin.
He frowned, closed his eyes and sniffed hard.
"Why do I smell... smell blood?"
In the tavern, Hu Tu's head and body were separated. His body was torn into pieces, his internal organs were scattered everywhere, and blood flowed like a river. It was a horrible sight.
And Wang Dayong was actually lying on the ground, gnawing on Mu Tu's corpse like a wild beast.
Ren Er Niang fell on the windowsill and wanted to climb out, but her arm was chopped by the butcher's knife. She fainted from excessive blood loss or fear.
On the ground, Wang Dayong's fang-like shadow kept swaying in the light of the villagers' torches, as if he would surge out of the ground at any time and tear everyone on the scene to pieces.
The timid ones had already thrown away their torches and ran away.
The only one left at the front was the shopkeeper. He was unwilling to see his shop destroyed, so he shouted, "Please, Immortal Lord, exorcise the evil spirits quickly!"
The people behind him also followed suit.
"My Lord, our Lushu Town has been peaceful for decades! We can't let it be destroyed like this!"
"We can't let this evil spirit do whatever it wants in our Lushu Town!"
"Please, Immortal, cast a spell! Immortal, save us!"
Lu Xiaochan, who was sitting on a high place, also felt strange.
"I grew up here since I was a child... No evil spirits have ever visited our Lushu Town!"
"That's because Lushu Town originally had a great spell to ward off evil, so evil spirits can't invade." Shu Wuxi replied.
"What? The Great Curse to Exorcise Evil? Where? Where?"
"The Huijue Stone Cliff to the east of the formation, the Handan River to the west, the Xuyu Forest to the south, the Hukou to the north, and the century-old locust tree in the center of the formation, all connected together, form the great evil-warding spell of medicine - the Tailing Qingyuan Spell."
Lu Xiaochan heard from the old beggar that there are many sects of immortal cultivation in the world, and their paths are different, as are their methods of exorcising spirits and exorcising evil spirits.
The Buddhists and Taoists are good at Sanskrit, and the Xuanmen Sword Sect uses sword formations, but there is only one sect that has achieved success in medical practice, and that is Tailing Pavilion. If their disciples encounter evil spirits, they use spells.
Lu Xiaochan slapped her thigh and said, "Oh no! That fake immortal came up with a bad idea! He asked the Chen family to cut down the old locust tree and make it into a coffin board!"
"So the Great Curse to Protect Against Evil has been broken. Lushu Town is a feast for those hungry evil spirits."
Lu Xiaochan paused and said, "Is it true... that from now on, Lushu Town will never have peace again?"
"Without evil thoughts and evil desires, there is no reason for evil spirits to invade."
Shu Wuxi's meaning is that you will suffer the consequences if you do evil yourself. You can't blame others.
The Immortal Lord stood at the door of the tavern, his scalp tingling.
He could tell at a glance that the evil spirit in Wang Dayong was extremely violent.
Wang Dayong was poisoned by his wife and her lover. He was filled with hatred and rage. At this time, the power of the evil spirit to "redress the injustice" was very strong.
He took a step back and when he turned around he saw villagers surrounding him with torches and countless pairs of eyes staring at him, asking him to drive away the evil spirit.
If he ran away at this moment, he would be beaten to death by the angry villagers.
We can only try our best to save the situation.
"Who is this evil spirit? How dare you cause trouble here? Tell me your name now!"
The Immortal King mustered up his courage and roared.
Lu Xiaochan almost choked on her own saliva.
"Will an evil spirit reveal itself? Isn't it up to you, the experienced ones, to identify it?"
Wang Dayong, who was eating heartily, suddenly stood up straight, wiped the saliva from his mouth, his cloudy eyes suddenly turned black, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
He walked towards the Immortal King step by step, and the Immortal King also stepped back step by step.
"Hehehe... Immortal Lord, do you know what I eat?"
The voice that was speaking at this time was no longer Wang Dayong's rough voice, but a sharp and distorted voice.
"Before Hu Tu was hacked to death by Wang Dayong, who was possessed by the evil spirit, he must have been full of resentment towards Wang Dayong and Ren Er Niang who killed him." Shu Wuxi said. He was like a complete outsider. If Lu Xiaochan hadn't wanted to watch the fun, he might not even have intended to speak.
"So... So the evil spirit took in Hu Tu's resentment and became stronger again?"
"Um."
Lu Xiaochan felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly thought that if the evil spirit told all the villagers that the Immortal King was a fake, and then killed one or two villagers to prove that the Immortal King had no ability to subdue evil, others would definitely resent the Immortal King!
Then this evil spirit will slaughter Lu Shu with blood...
It's just a feast!
Lu Xiaochan wanted to pull Shu Wuxi's sleeve, but Shu Wuxi obviously did not take the evil spirit seriously. If he took action, the evil spirit would not be able to cause trouble.
"You...you just watch it grow more and more arrogant?"
"Since you like to watch the fun, let it become more and more lively." Shu Wuxi was unmoved.
He doesn't care about the life and death of all things.
Just as Lu Xiaochan expected, "Chong Yuan" spread his hands and walked towards the group of villagers in the flickering firelight.
"Do you know that this Immortal Lord is a fake?"
The villagers were stunned.
"You know, I was able to come in because he told the Chen family to chop down the old locust tree that had condensed three hundred years of energy and break the evil spell in your town?"
Wang Dayong's head was twisted into a distorted posture, the muscles in his neck seemed to be broken, the expression on his face was weird and ferocious, the corners of his mouth were almost cracked to his ears, and there was blood between his teeth.
The immortal's shoulders trembled, and he was about to escape, but was stopped by the villagers.
"My Lord! Why don't you draw your sword? How can you let this evil spirit be so arrogant?"
At this moment, "Chong Yuan" was licking his bloody hands. He was about to kill the villagers to arouse resentment!
Lu Xiaochan was so nervous that she was about to stand up.
"Isn't it just right that they are all dead?" Shu Wuxi said.
"What did you say?"
"Even if it's rotten food, they would rather throw it away than give it to you. Don't you hate them?"
"I'm blind and I didn't work, so I didn't get any harvest. People don't like me, so they don't give me food, which is normal!"
"That butcher beat you in the street and nearly killed you, and no one came to your defense. Don't you hate him?"
"I don't have much interaction with them on a daily basis. I have no feelings for them. It's normal for them to mind my business."
"They are so rich, but they ask you to give away what you have to others to fulfill their kindness. Don't you hate them?"
"Alas, if a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth..."
"In that case, you just watch obediently." Shu Wuxi raised the bamboo stick and pressed down Lu Xiaochan who had stood up.
The real reason why Lu Xiaochan was reluctant to leave was because he grew up in Lu Shu and he couldn't bear to see it become a dead town after being ravaged by evil spirits.
"Don't worry, just listen." Shu Wuxi said.
Lu Xiaochan frowned, as if she heard the sound of the rising and falling tide from a long distance away.
In the night sky, a figure came riding a sword.
"Is... is it Jiang Wuchao?"
The Minglan Sword pierced through the dull night and stabbed straight at "Chong Yuan".
The "Chongyuan" was holding a villager's neck and trying to break it with his bare hands.
The tip of the Minglan Sword flashed with light, and a sword formation opened up. "Chongyuan" threw the villagers down and let out a roar. Hatred rushed out of his mouth, blocking the sword formation.
Jiang Wuchao activated the Minglan Sword and instantly formed three large formations.
The air around was like boiling water, and the rubble under Lu Xiaochan was shaking, making crackling sounds.
The sand and gravel on the ground seemed to be attracted by the three large formations, colliding with each other and making rustling sounds.
The torches in the villagers' hands crackled.
These sounds gradually merged into one.
"It's the 'Spiritual Roar' formation. He should be Ling Nianwu's disciple."
Lu Xiaochan got excited when she heard this: "You also know Ling Nianwu? I heard that he has practiced for 1,300 years..."
"Thirteen hundred years is just the realm of 'borrowing momentum'."
Shu Wuxi's voice was very indifferent, and Ling Nianwu was just an ordinary person in his eyes.
Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but wonder how powerful Shu Wuxi was.