"Guangping County is our testing ground!"
Song Yin said: "Take some time to find the cause and then solve it step by step. Junior brother, junior sister, we will be delayed here for a while."
"We will follow your orders, brother." The others naturally bowed in agreement.
What else
They originally wanted to delay Song Yin, but they didn't want to deceive him. Now that he brought it up himself, that was perfect.
As for Lingling, it doesn’t matter at all. She will go wherever her senior brother goes.
The Ji State Demonic Disaster was not within their consideration.
It is naturally possible to look at these hundreds of ghosts here.
In the fog, the few people finally arrived and gradually moved forward along the street.
Before long, Song Yin stopped and looked into a dark alley.
"Brother, is there someone? No, there is a ghost."
Zhang Feixuan also looked over and found that in the corner of the dark alley, there was a man squatting with his back to them, his head and shoulders shaking, his arms swinging, as if he was swallowing something into his mouth.
The man was skinny and bony, with almost no visible flesh from behind. Just a skeleton with some skin hanging on it, as if he had been hungry for a long time.
As if it sensed the gaze, it suddenly turned its head, and its pair of green eyes shone in the mist, like two green night pearls.
And that face didn't look like a human face. The skin and flesh were hanging, the nose was crooked, and one of the eyeballs was drooping. There was dirt around his mouth, and in his hand was feces of some unknown substance.
"ah!!"
After being seen, this thing seemed to be angry. It raised its arm and threw the dirty thing out.
This scene surprised several people.
"Third brother!" Zhang Feixuan shouted.
"No, you come!" Wang Qizhen flatly refused.
Gao Sishu even stepped back with a look of disgust on his face.
Song Yin stared at the feces that were getting closer and closer with an expressionless face. When the feces were about to be evaporated by the breath of his body, Zhang Feixuan simply swung out his folding fan, which rolled up a cloud of blood mist, and swirled away with the feces, landing somewhere aside.
What a joke!
No matter how invulnerable the eldest brother is, you can't throw this thing at him.
This is not a blasphemy to the senior brother, it is a slap in their face.
He is a land immortal, and he has fellow apprentices by his side. But a ghost throws feces at him, and the eldest apprentice has to take action himself
If they were to accomplish this, they would rather just kill themselves than be looked down upon.
"My magic!"
Zhang Feixuan gritted his teeth. It was too humiliating for him, a man who was very particular about his manners, to use magic to move the feces.
"What are you doing!" He glared at everyone.
Wang Qizhen was about to rush forward, but when he saw Zhang Feixuan taking action, he stopped, shrugged, and said, "Stop it, I definitely can't do it. I don't have such a spell. I can't resist feces with my body, right?"
Gao Sishu put down the seal he had held up and said nothing.
I knew it would be too late!
Zhang Feixuan pursed his lips, glared at them fiercely, and then bowed to his senior brother and said, "Senior brother, this is also a ghost, let's kill it quickly."
“No need.”
Song Yin shook his head, flipping through the encyclopedia in his hand again, "There's no need to deal with this ghost, it doesn't hurt anyone."
"The filth-eating ghosts are the result of people's kindness. They want to eliminate the injustice in the world but fail to do so, so they feel resentful. Although these resentful ghosts blame others, they also instinctively try to eliminate injustice."
"It is just that it was transformed by resentment, and it does not know what is unfair. It just sees the streets as an eyesore, so it turned into a filth-eating ghost. It appears at night, devours the filth on the streets, and makes the streets quiet."
Song Yin smiled and pointed at the ghost, saying, "Don't look at its ugliness, but eating filth is actually beneficial to people. There are more and more resentful spirits here, but not all the ghosts born are harmful to people."
"Wow!!"
Suddenly, a little thing popped out from his shoulder, with sparkling eyes and crying loudly.
"Oh? You came out. Do you agree with what I said?" Song Yin said with a smile.
“Wow!”
The fat body of the two-headed man slid down his shoulder and arm and directly onto the encyclopedia. His chubby little hands were rubbing at the encyclopedia, as if he was unhappy with the book.
The encyclopedia was also flipping around, disturbing the little thing's hands with its turning pages.
“Brother, it seems that your Hunyuan True Spirit and your encyclopedia are not getting along well?” Wang Qizhen asked curiously.
"I don't know either. One is a blessing, and the other is a magical power. They are both mine, but if they appear together, it would be difficult to get along with them."
Song Yin looked at the little thing and said, "It's just that this blessing is also innocent and romantic, kind and benevolent. I'm afraid it's just for fun."
"Come on."
Lingling stretched out her hand and hooked her finger at the little thing. The little thing, which was a little dizzy from the turning of the pages of the book, jumped forward, fell into her hands, and licked them with its tongue.
"Hehe, it's so itchy, so itchy, don't lick it, this thing of yours is not good!"
Lingling held it directly, and the little thing was like a piece of mud, and was molded into various shapes in her hands.
"Of course not."
After playing for a while, Lingling suddenly said, "Hunyuan and Qingbao are just not worth it."
Hunyuan
Qingbao
Zhang Feixuan was stunned for a moment, then said, "Qingbao is not."
Before he could finish his words, his eyes suddenly shrank and he felt very upset.
This is not Daqian!
You can't be so casual!
He held back his words and looked at Song Yin: "Brother, your magical power."
"Qingbao? Qingbao Tianzun? But the Golden Immortal Sect practices the Hunyuan Dao?"
Song Yin was surprised and said, "This magical power is sublimated from Brother Fu Qing's book and transformed into my magical power. You all know its effect. Its basis is that Brother Fu Qing is born with knowledge and knows everything. But Brother Fu Qing is a mortal. How can he be related to Qingbao Dao?"
"Um"
Lingling tilted her head, looked up at the sky, and thought for a while. Suddenly, her eyes turned and she looked at Zhang Feixuan with a bit of evil interest: "Second Brother knows."
"???"
There were question marks in Zhang Fei's eyes.
He knows
What does he know
The only thing he knew now was that he could curse the Four Heavenly Lords in the Daqian territory. What else could he know
"Junior sister, why do you involve me? What should I know?" Zhang Feixuan asked.
"You know."
Lingdang said faintly: "You will know"
"Qingbao."
Song Yin frowned and looked at the book. "This is clearly my magical power, born from me. Can this Heavenly Venerable interfere with other people's cultivation at will?"
His brows tightened, and a divine light flashed in his eyes. "If this is the case, doesn't it mean that everyone below the Heavenly Lord is..."
boom!
Before he could finish his words, thunder suddenly roared in the sky. The thunder startled Zhang Feixuan, as if a blessing had come to his mind. He said, "Brother, it is a blessing!"
"The Heavenly Venerable has no form or shape, so how could he interfere in human affairs? It must be a blessing. The Fu Qing Book must have recorded a lot of knowledge, which attracted the attention of the Heavenly Venerable in the dark, so it brought a blessing."
“Perhaps the blessing from Qingbao Tianzun is bestowed on magical powers!”
After saying this, he seemed to be exhausted and beads of sweat appeared on his face.
"Oh? If so, it's not bad. It's the same blessing as the Primordial Spirit, right?"
Song Yin thought for a moment and nodded, "Brother Fu Qing is just a mortal, but he can also receive the blessing of the Heavenly Venerable. This means that the Heavenly Venerable is also paying attention to mortals, not just practitioners like us, which is not bad."