The little boy was afraid that Li Guaier would default on his debt, so the two of them even pulled a hook and swore: "If you hang yourself with a hook, you won't be able to change for a hundred years. If you lie to others, you are a brat!"
Li Guaier pointed at the little boy and said, "Your name is Wang Qin. You are a descendant of the Wang family in Taiyuan. You are twelve years old this year, right?"
The little boy's eyes suddenly widened. Hey, how could he really know his name?
Li Guaier's big hole-like eyes looked at Wang Qin: "What, if you don't admit defeat, are you going to be a brat?"
Although Wang Qin was a dandy who got into trouble everywhere, he usually had the best face. He was so angry that he didn't want to be laughed at by the kid in front of him, so he leaned down and licked Li Gui'er's rotten leg. But as soon as he took a lick, the pus
The fluid was smelly and bitter, making him want to vomit.
He spat out "Bah, bah, bah," turned around and ran away, not even caring about the oath he had made.
Li Guaier stood up and shouted: "Wang Qin, son, please don't default on your debt!"
Wang Qin turned his head and made a face at him: "Luanluolu, I just defaulted on the bill. What can you do to me? Arrest me!"
Li Guaier smiled and said, "You can't escape this bet!"
Wang Qin ran farther and farther, and an arrogant voice came from far away: "Beggar, bad guy! You know how to brag here! If you have the ability, just catch up! You stinking kidnapper!"
Li Guaier shouted again: "I said before that if I lose the bet, I will be exposed to the sun for three days, and if you lose the bet, you will lick the poisonous pus on my legs! Now that you refuse to lick, then I will
Curse the place where you live to suffer from drought for three years! Is this fair?"
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Wang Qin laughed loudly: "Fair and fair, you stinky kid, if you can really do it, just do whatever you can!"
Li Guaier also laughed: "Wang Qin, see you later!"
Later, Wang Qin found the adults in his family and brought his servants over to catch the kidnapper, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Strange to say, since he licked the pus from the sore, Wang Qin's brain suddenly opened up. From then on, everything went smoothly in his studies and work. When he was fifteen years old, he won the second rank of Jinshi and was appointed by the imperial court as a swordsman.
The governor of Yuzhou, Dongchuan, south of the country, happily took up the post.
Then, Yuzhou, which had always had good weather, suffered from a severe drought for three years.
After everyone listened to the story told by the god Li Guaier who descended from the sky, they were horrified. It turned out that the three-year drought in Chongqing was actually a curse placed by him, and the cause was actually a small bet that could not be fully fulfilled.
They didn't know who to scold at the moment, whether to scold the prefect Wang Qin who broke his promise when he was a child and caused a severe drought in Yuzhou; or to scold the lame immortal who was so serious with a ten-year-old child that he cursed viciously in a fit of anger.
Wu Qiudao, who was watching the development below, felt a chill in his heart. He remembered that since he traveled to this strange world of immortals, most of the terrible experiences he had encountered were caused by practitioners.
He began to understand why the Kunlun Sect called itself the "Hidden Immortal Sect", and why his master, Zhengyangzi Zhongliquan, always didn't like him to be close to mortals! Yes, if gods, Buddhas, immortals and demons could live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, having nothing to do with the world,
How great would that be?
There are more than a thousand medicine men and medicine boys at Baoen Temple in Luoping Mountain. They were all experimental subjects caught because Goutizi wanted to practice the "Immortal Sand Soul-Returning Basket", planted immortal sand, and collected big medicines. In the end, only ten survived.
Without people, if it weren’t for Goutizi, they would never have encountered such a tragic event in the world!
The "Flying Yaksha" Zhang Tianqin, "Six-Armed Arhat" Lu Mao, and "Fan Beard" He Desen, whom he teamed up with for the first time, are all ghouls from the Bisheze cult.
The little caravan was all killed.
Cats in Jiangyuan Town, Tangxing County were incited by the cat god who was suspected to be the Queen Mother of the West, and killed people in revenge. The townspeople specially invited the local gray god "Five Rams" from Liuzhou. Although the gray god himself has no intelligence, he only wants to eat
However, the temple priest took the opportunity to introduce the custom of rat marriage, killing a young woman every year. In addition, the giant rat, the descendant of the Gray God, was so poisonous that the entire Tangxing County was infested with rats.
In a small village in Pingshan, seven or eight children were bitten to death.
In Tongxin Temple in Tangxing County, Shuzhou, Pan Xianweng, Zhang Taibao, Guankou Shen, Lengban Shen, and Ling Yinggong had more than 20 mandrills, raping tigers, harming people, and burning people's houses.
They were worshiped as obscene sacrifices and worked hard every day, becoming a great burden to the people of Shuzhou.
The white-haired mandrill of Pengzhou, Ma Huagong, has been causing trouble for at least several decades. During this period, he kidnapped beautiful women and broke up many families, just to practice the evil way of wonderful music and please the Bodhisattva, the God of Music!
In addition, this time, just because the prefect Wang Qin cursed a few times when he was a child and defaulted on his bet, Li Guaier, the founder of Donghua, actually cursed Yuzhou for a three-year drought. As a result, the number of people killed and injured was far more than
The sum of the previous cases.
Wu Qiudao clenched his fists. The world shouldn't be like this! Why don't they always treat people as human beings?
On the high platform, Wang Qin laughed miserably: "Hahahahahaha, it turns out that all of this is really my fault?"
Li Guaier smiled and said: "Crime? No, this is just a bet. The three-year period has come. Today, are you willing to complete the bet? As long as you lower your head now and lick the sores on my lame leg clean."
, I can immediately call for wind and rain to relieve the disaster!"
Wang Qin took a look at the rotten and sore lame leg, which exuded a strong stench, and couldn't help but take a step back.
Pandaren Zhuxiong couldn't bear it and wanted to go up to argue, but Wu Qiudao pulled him back and shook his head gently.
Zhuxiong said anxiously: "Captain, this weirdo has unknown origins and claims to be a god. He obviously wants to do harm to Prefect Wang! Why are you still here and not worried at all? Let's go up and kill the Mao Shen who came to make trouble!"
Wu Qiudao looked at the rain-seeking platform with sharp eyes: "This is not some Mao god, but Donghuazi, the founder of the Kunlun sect. If you want to talk about immortals, he is the real land immortal! You can't afford to offend him!"
Wang Qin, the governor of Yuzhou, turned his head and glanced at the people of Yuzhou below who were confused by the twists and turns of events. He took a deep breath, lowered his head and prepared to lick the abscess, but was suddenly struck by a hand.
Hold on.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wu Qiudao pulled Wang Qin and turned to Li Guaier and said: "I have seen the ancestor and dare to ask the ancestor if someone kills someone and is sentenced to jail." After serving thirty years in prison, is it reasonable for the relatives of the murdered person to kill this person after he is released from prison?"
Li Guaier squinted at the person in front of him who had taken the poisonous medicine at his own initiative. He felt strange emotions in his heart and replied: "In the Tang Dynasty Law, there are five punishments. The prison sentences are only one year, one and a half years, two years, and two and a half years." , three years and five terms of imprisonment, but no thirty years in prison.”
Wu Qiudao pushed Wang Qin and whispered: "Don't be stunned, I'm not familiar with the criminal law of the Tang Dynasty!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.