He knew that Qi Wuhuo recognized the old man, but he had traveled all over the world in his life, and he also knew that such a person would not stay in one place for a long time. When leaving, he would at most give some fate, but not anything extraordinary. Qi Wuhuo Huo didn't follow, so he introduced the land and mountain gods he recognized to Qi Wuhuo. He invited a few people to sit down at a round table, took out the wine pot and poured wine. Tao Taigong smiled and said:

"But why is there such a strong evil spirit in this town?"

The tiger replied: "An evil cultivator who cultivates yin and longevity."

With a sweep of his sleeves and robe, the Taoist fell to the ground like a gourd.

The Taoist priest fell to the ground and wanted to escape again, but when he raised his head, he was stunned.

I saw all the local and mountain gods here.

Beside the stone table, the plum trees were in bloom, and the immortals were drinking wine, and the young man was among them.

He lowered his head and watched the names on his Dharma Vein Jade light up one by one.

The Taoist felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He raised his feet, but could not move any further.

Bitterness, bitterness.

What kind of slate did I kick on...

He staggered and cupped his hands.

Pay homage to the end.

Menghu held the flask and poured wine, looked at Qi Wuzhuo and said, "Wuhuo, if you want to ask anything, just ask."

Qi Wuhuo looked at the Taoist with a flattering smile on his face.

It was difficult to travel that year, and images of human tragedies emerged in my mind. The flags and flags fluttering at the 'vegetable market', and the gentleman who said that young people were alive and took the initiative to walk into the market and exchange one life for another, all kinds of images flashed through his mind. , only the talisman words like thunder snakes are left.

After a long time, he said:

"That badge on your waist."
Chapter completed!