After listening to what Huang Buren said, Jiang Xuan was speechless.
If he guessed correctly, then the native master was probably Zhang San.
Zhang San's ashes were raised by him, so it was naturally impossible to contact Huang Buren.
Maybe I can send Huang Buren down and let them reunite in the underworld?
I don’t know if there is a so-called big tomb in the underworld.
But before that, we can have a little chat.
After all, Jiang Xuan is not bloodthirsty.
"Is the native master you are talking about named Zhang San?"
"Zhang San?"
Huang Buren repeated it and shook his head:
"He told me his name was Wu Jiu."
"But whether it's Zhang San or Wu Jiu, these are not important, are they?"
After nodding his head to acknowledge Huang Buren's words, Jiang Xuan immediately cast his gaze on the half-dead figure hanging by the willow guarding the mountain:
"What's wrong with him? Are you treating him as an evil spirit?"
Huang Buren waved his hands crazily:
"How is it possible? Even though I am doing low-level jobs in the underworld, I still won't use living people to become evil spirits."
"When I saw him in the morning, he was hanging here. I spent the whole morning playing the erhu to see him off."
After carefully looking at the figure hanging by the guard mountain willow, Jiang Xuan curled his lips:
"Send off?"
"I think you are planning to wait for him to transform into an evil spirit before refining him?"
"As for the willow guarding the mountain, do you want to split the tree to get the heart of the wood?"
Huang Buren smiled awkwardly:
"What a monk should do is to subjugate demons and eliminate demons."
"When I saw him, he was already semi-evil, and even the gods couldn't save him."
"Training him can not only improve my strength, but also prevent him from going out to harm others. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?"
"As for the willow guarding the mountain, to be honest, I have no plans to touch it."
"Whether you believe it or not, what I said is the truth."
Looking at Huang Buren in surprise, Jiang Xuan realized that he really wasn't telling lies.
So why did he keep Shanliu?
After thinking about it for a long time, Jiang Xuan simply turned around again and looked at the half-evil spirit hanging by the willow guarding the mountain.
"This person has probably been hanging here for a few days, and he will probably turn into a real evil spirit tonight."
Seeing that Jiang Xuan was very interested in semi-evil spirits, Huang Buren took the initiative to introduce:
"The semi-evil ghost is between life and death. It is the best material for refining the evil spirit. If you like this evil ghost, I will collect the mark on it and leave it to your disposal."
Looking at the vaguely familiar look on Ban Xie Zou's face, Jiang Xuan shook his head:
"People cannot, or at least should not take the initiative to turn their own kind into demons and puppets."
"Some things, once you start something, you won't be able to stop it."
Jiang Xuan felt that if the world collapsed after time travel, he would definitely be able to do things like refining the semi-evil spirit in order to survive.
He would probably do even more cruel things than this.
After all, the world is big and your own life is the biggest.
But after he traveled through time, he started as Tianhu.
If you want to learn the exercises, the master will directly provide you with all the introductory books.
When I asked for a magic weapon, I was given a set of 108 lightning strike jujube swords.
Afraid that he would be in danger on the mountain, he was given a formation that could block all magic realms.
When there is danger, the cheap master will come with just a shout.
When you go out for training, you will be protected by the tiger in the magic realm.
In addition, he also has a golden finger that is essential for time travellers.
Under such circumstances, if he loses his bottom line as a human being and casually tramples on the three views he has established for a long time, then he probably will not be able to cultivate far.
This is due to different experiences and different moods.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan looked at the figure hanging by a willow branch and sighed:
"After killing him, burn him, and his ashes will be scattered in Qingshui River."
After constantly flipping through his memory, Jiang Xuan finally remembered who the old man hanging from the tree was.
Song Laosan from Songjia Village, Lingtai Town.
Thirty years ago, Song Laosan made a fortune by selling opium cigarettes, and he once wanted to make the opium den bigger and stronger.
But I don’t know if selling cigarettes caused retribution.
The year after he started selling cigarettes, his two sons and one daughter accidentally fell into the water and drowned in the Qingshui River during their spring outing.
Unable to bear the blow, his wife hanged herself in the old house.
Later, maybe God couldn't bear to see opium. The opium hall was hit by a thunderstorm in the winter and burned to ashes.
After his family was destroyed, Song Laosan immediately went crazy.
Every day I am either summoning my soul by the Qingshui River or singing songs in my dilapidated old house.
Thirty years later, I didn't expect that he almost became an evil spirit.
Hearing that Jiang Xuan was going to burn Ban Xie Sui, Huang Buren's eyes suddenly showed a hint of distress.
But after looking at the house-sized tiger next to Jiang Xuan, he finally chose to follow his heart.
Unbind, cut off evil spirits, set fire to corpses, and scatter ashes in the wind.
After completing a set of extremely skilled operations, Huang Buren came to Jiang Xuan with a flattering expression:
"Young hero, I have finished what you asked me to do. Can I leave?"
Looking at Huang Buren with a low eyebrow, Jiang Xuan shook his head:
"Tell me what your plan was when you called me to stop just now."
Huang Buren's pupils suddenly shrank when he heard this.
But looking at the tiger standing next to Jiang Xuan, he finally spoke silently:
"If I'm not mistaken, the fox on your shoulder should also be a spiritual beast, right?"
Jiang Xuan nodded and admitted.
After he returned home from his apprenticeship, he forcibly bought a spiritual beast, a fox, on the road. Many people knew about it, and there was nothing to hide.
"Sixty years ago, when I first entered Daoji, I accidentally entered a dark place. Although I injured Daoji in that ghost place, it was not without gain."
"One of the rewards is a drop of human fox tear."
"It is said that the spirit fox can obtain the inheritance of the human fox after swallowing the tears of the human fox."
"In the past few years, in addition to looking for great medicine that can repair the foundation of the road, I have also been looking for a suitable spirit fox."
"But bad luck, I couldn't find either."
"I saw the spirit fox on your shoulder today and wanted to buy it from you."
"But I think you won't be short of some money. This person's fox tears are of no use to me, so I am willing to offer these people's fox tears with both hands."
Hearing this, Jiang Xuan moved his eyes away from Huang Buren and turned to look at the wide Qingshui River:
"Is it buying or cheating, or robbing, or killing and seizing animals?"
Huang Buren was silent.
It's just that although he didn't speak, his violent mood swings said everything.
After getting the answer he wanted, Jiang Xuan sighed secretly and then lightning flashed in his palm.
However, before the golden-blue lightning could fall on Huang Buren, it was blocked by the dark green turtle shell that suddenly appeared on his body.
"You really don't want to give me a way to survive?"
Seeing the black flag appearing in Huang Buren's hand, Jiang Xuan raised his eyebrows and stepped aside.
Obviously, he is no match for Huang Buren.
Even if he suddenly launches a sneak attack, he can't even break through Huang Buren's protective shield because of his insufficient level.
So, professional things still have to be done by professional people.
"Ah Huang, come on."
"Just don't beat him to death, I'll keep him useful."