Chapter 42: Loose immortals in the mountains and wilds, you can see them in a poor way.
"How about handing over half of the harvest?"
It seems to be a discussion, but the tone is full of refusal.
Yuren, this clan is arrogant and despises everything.
The largest king of the Yu people, Cancong, is known as the White Emperor. He lives high in the Cloud Palace on the top of the mountain. Let others call him the Emperor of Heaven, which shows their arrogance.
Arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant.
You, the merchant of Dayi, are the "God", and the Kingdom of Shu is the "Emperor of Heaven".
The feathered man was suspended in mid-air, with a trace of contempt and disgust in his vertical pupils.
Yu people live long lives and are very disgusted with death. Even after death, they will not go to the ground and become ghosts, but will disappear between heaven and earth. They look down on all short-lived species.
Not to mention these ghostly ghosts.
Tang Ping and Mandrill looked at each other.
Mandrills are obviously also afraid of these feathered people.
"Okay, I'm willing to pay half of the harvest."
The mandrill had no choice but to surrender.
Tang Ping also agreed.
"Okay, Wu Yang, Ming, and Ge. The three of you will guard the underworld from now on and be responsible for collecting taxes."
Yurenlu didn't want to stay any longer and continued to fly to the next place to inform other forces.
The whole underworld must be harvested by them.
The three wizards should not be the legendary Zongmu wizards. Under the display of Tang Ping's Dharma Eye, they are only about the strength of the evil spirit.
"From now on, we will personally visit your door to receive the goods every year for four gifts. I hope you will not slack off."
The three Zongmu people told them their addresses.
Located on the edge of the cliff where the sacrifice was originally made.
There is a palace on the edge of the cliff. It was originally the seat of the Tang God's direct descendants, Taiwei Mang, and a group of wizards. Later, after they ran away, the place became vacant, and this time it welcomed a new owner.
"This is too much!"
After everyone left, Mandrill couldn't help but curse.
"Hmph, evil people will be punished by evil people."
Tang Pingpi smiles but doesn't smile.
"I'm going back first. I'll come and pick up the evil spirits later."
The difficulty in absorbing evil spirits is firstly to absorb evil spirits, and secondly to find evil spirits.
Tang Ping is good with the earth python. Others cannot absorb the same kind of evil spirit. If the amount of evil spirit is not enough, they can only search all over the mountains and plains.
"Okay, let me know if you have any needs."
Tang Ping returned to the banyan tree and quickly ducked underwater.
"Xiao Qing, order all the water tribes to hide! Hide in the underwater palace."
As soon as Tang Ping came back, he ordered Xiaoqing.
Although Xiaoqing was confused, she didn’t doubt anything.
I saw it covered with dragon armor, stepping on a lotus leaf hat, and with a whoosh, it jumped out of the water like a rocket.
Guaguagua!
After a few frogs croaked, there was a swishing sound from the surrounding mangroves, and many fish, shrimps and crabs were seen emerging.
Twenty of each kind, totaling sixty aquariums.
"It's not peaceful outside during this time. You guys hide for a few days first, and then you have to hide every time there is a big gift."
"Yes!"
Black fish black husband, lobster red husband, crab gray husband said in unison.
These few are about to become demons, and are about to break through to evil spirits.
"Follow me." Tang Ping said to Xiaoqing.
Xiaoqing put away the dragon armor, swallowed it in one gulp, and then jumped onto Tang Ping's shoulders.
Tang Ping felt a heavy weight. He poked the frog's belly and said helplessly: "Don't lie down next time. I wonder how much you weigh?"
"Quack, quack." The frog looked downcast.
Three days later.
Xia Dayu Li.
It’s another group of ghosts fighting and enjoying sacrifices.
There are four sacrifices a year, and the sacrifices and sunken jade are both good things.
Although most wandering gods also have their own altars in the mortal world, they still cannot compare to this official luxury.
The war affects the economy, especially after taking such a cut, the major forces become increasingly poor.
Soon, the ceremony will be over.
Except for Mandrill, the eight wandering gods of the underworld all participated.
This time Zhurong Fire Ghost came out on top.
This ghost has tattoos on his hair, a fire dragon on his feet, and is surrounded by mostly fire ghosts.
Not only did he take Shen Yu, but he also ate many boys and girls.
"Chen Yu..."
Tang Ping's eyes flickered.
From a Dharma perspective, Shen Yu has the purest energy, more than all the sacrifices on the altar combined.
If its energy is absorbed, the territory will definitely increase dramatically.
Now we have to either wait for the Xiong clan in Yangjian to found a country, or grab one, but we have to wait until Youshen.
The top priority is to stock up on more elixirs to eliminate evil spirits.
The former can ensure a smooth breakthrough, and the latter naturally needless to say.
At this time, a dark wind blew over.
Whoosh!
A tall and tall man.
"Yang Wizard."
Before Tang Ping sensed the arrival of this person, he immediately turned into a tree bark look on his face.
The frogs and Zhang Qi next to them immediately turned into harmless humans and animals.
Wu Yang nodded and looked around, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.
There are quite a lot of spiritual creatures planted in this place, and some are growing.
There are twenty orchids, plus thirty seedlings that are about to grow.
There are twenty sunflowers and thirty seedlings.
The ghost rice and cotton still nearby are not too important.
This person's stuff is pretty good, second only to Mandrill.
"Is the harvest done?" Wu Yang asked.
"Well, it's better now." Tang Ping smiled solemnly, and the expression on his face was not visible.
Then he opened the storage bag and poured out a bunch of orchid dew bottles, melon seeds, and a small amount of ghost rice.
Wu Yang was also very trustworthy and only charged 50%.
Before I left, I still couldn’t forget to look at this piece of underworld.
In his opinion, it may not be that Tang Ping is powerful, but it may be that this Yin Earth is powerful.
"Quack gua gua!!"
After they left, Xiaoqing's cheeks bulged with anger.
"Marquis Shen! Give me a troop of soldiers and horses, and I will kill this man in a formation."
The master humiliated his minister to death, and Zhang Qi could no longer bear it.
In his opinion, as long as he intercepts him halfway, he is 80% sure to kill this person.
"Huh, why are you so anxious? Barbarians know how to fight and kill. They died just after they came out of our place. What if they are exposed? It doesn't matter whether this person dies or not. The key is our plan."
Tang Ping spoke righteously, but his rolling eyes undoubtedly revealed his true inner thoughts.
"Even if you want to kill, you have to kill in a low-key manner...Zhang Qi, write Wu Yang's name in the book, and be at the top!"
"Yes!"
Zhang Qi took out his pen and wrote the word Wu Yang before Yu Renqing's name.
"Continue to farm, be sure to be optimistic!"
Then another year passed.
The Jinghuai War is not over yet.
With the exploitation of the Wu family, not only did the ghost market have less stuff, but the ghosts in the underworld became poorer. Tang Ping could even clearly feel that the Wu family was also in poverty.
This day, ghost market.
Tang Ping took the item and exchanged it with the mysterious man.
The aura of death on this man's body is getting stronger and stronger.
Tang Ping couldn't help but said:
"Friend, are you about to break through to the Youshen? Why don't you try it one last time? I'll give you 60,000 yuan to buy your cultivation method, and take this opportunity to try it again, just in case you succeed?"
The mysterious man hesitated for a moment, but finally did not nod.
"Hurry up and leave after shopping!"
"Next time, next time I will stay in solitary confinement for a long time, and when I come out, I won't know how old the monkey is anymore."
Tang Ping smiled.
Nowadays, supplies are scarce and everyone is in danger.
This guy should be a loose immortal in the mountains. He can only obtain materials through the ghost market. I'm afraid his life will be difficult now.
Tang Ping has been grinding this guy for almost ten years.
Although I failed every time, I felt like I could really succeed this time.
In this way, you can produce elixirs independently and no longer have to be controlled by others.
A few more months passed.
July 15th.
Tang Ping returns from enjoying the mortal sacrifice.
Under the banyan tree, Frog, Zhang Qi, and a group of ghost soldiers were squatting on the ground holding bowls to eat.
These ghosts are now being led more and more outrageously by the frog.
He has a cautious personality, and I don’t know who he learned it from.
At this time, another ghost mist came.
A man with vertical pupils came out of the ghostly mist.
"Wizard Yang? Today isn't the time to hand it in, right? There's nothing here."
It usually only comes on the Fourth Ceremony, so why did it appear on July 15th?
Tang Ping was a little strange. He had been watching this guy for more than half a year. Except for collecting taxes, this guy usually didn't show up at other times, which made him very easy to find.
"Don't pretend, you guys are the richest, give me a little first, and next time I'll lie to you about the harvest and pay less tax." Wu Yang had a faint smile on his face, "I don't want more, 30,000 yuan.
Ten bottles of orchid dew, a hundred sunflowers."
Wu Yang pressed forward step by step. As soon as he came, all the ghost soldiers behind Mao Hou became silent. Some were even too frightened to look up at him, especially the old man.
It seems that he still has some prestige.
Mao Hou, who has the highest level of cultivation, seems to be just a newcomer to the evil soul. How can he compare with himself, who is at the peak of the evil soul?
"This...is not in line with the rules. If someone finds out..."
Tang Ping found it difficult to do his old job, so he planned to return to his old career.
"Don't worry, no one or ghost will know that I'm here in private this time."
When Wu Yang said these words.
Suddenly the surroundings felt quiet.
I saw everyone on the opposite side looking at each other with weird smiles on their faces.
The old man Zhang Qi took out a strange notebook, and the frog covered his mouth vigorously, as if he was suppressing a smile.
"What is your attitude?" Wu Yang was angry.
"Hahaha!!"
Instead of being afraid, the ghosts laughed heartily.
Tang Ping smiled brightly, not as submissive as before.