Chapter seven hundred and seventieth resignation, prodigal son
In Fengcheng, it is relatively easy to get in touch with some of the latest news and changes in Yang State.
After all, the "Red Sky Xuanming Curse" became popular in Fengcheng, and it was forced by the government. The abbots of the Taoist temples in the city were recruited and asked to read the "Xuanming Curse" in front of the public.
People, the phenomenon of what goes up and what goes down is a huge trend.
Of course, chanting became popular in the Luo Mansion, and the county magistrate forced his three sons to recite the entire thousand-word mantra and recite it at least three times a day.
He quietly told his family, "This mantra is related to the group of immortal masters from the capital. If you are sincere, you may be given a spell by Master Chitian. As long as you recite it carefully, you will not be reincarnated after death."
The key is to bestow the Dharma. If a secular family reaches the top, it will be a royal family. If the children of the family are allowed to practice immortality, they will become a sect in the future.
Mortals say that gods are good. Naturally, this is because gods are mountain people. They are no longer superior to humans. They are so much higher than mortals that they can live and die freely. They are living in a social system as strict as a bamboo tube.
Everyone's ultimate dream.
Lu Zhengkang yawned, asked for his resignation from the county governor, and asked for a road guide. He said that he was going to travel around the world. On New Year's Eve, he said goodbye to these interesting people and left Fengcheng.
When he was about to leave, the coaches were very reluctant to leave. They all chipped in a little money to give him money. The second young master gave Lu Zhengkang a sword. As for the cousin, she asked the second young master to give him a good horse.
"The world is a long way from here, but we are destined to meet again."
Lu Zhengkang wanted to leave, of course because he felt that this place was boring. He originally wanted to go visit a brothel, but since arriving in Fengcheng, the restaurants he went to the most were actually restaurants. In fact, his inner thoughts gradually changed.
Most people are dirty. Lu Zhengkang saw these dust bugs and the like accumulating on people's faces, hands, and necks. Although it was very real, looking at these, it really had nothing to do with Fengyue.
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Wandering in the rivers and lakes, Lu Zhengkang is a prodigal. He settled in Fengcheng. There is a popular road, but he still does not have a fixed residence. When the Demon Transformation Pond in Shengjing is repaired, he will go there, anyway.
What kind of king has a heart seal? Can he be considered a family?
The team of embalmers from Chitian Mansion have already gone to other countries, and they are slowly spreading the "Xuanming Curse", but it is still limited to the lower class people.
The biggest effect of the spread of this spell is to greatly increase the number of living souls in Chiming City. In this winter, many bitter and hungry people died of cold and hunger, and their souls were summoned by the Underworld's General Photographer Seal.
Plunged into a sea of blood.
During the time he left Fengcheng, Lu Zhengkang always wandered around with nothing to do. He felt that his life was just a rainstorm. However, in the first month of the year, every household was bustling. He often begged for water from people on the roadside, and was even beaten by others.
When invited to be guests, Lu Zhengkang treated them as if they were attending a farmhouse and would always pay. If the host refused to accept the guest, he would secretly use magic power to dispel their illness.
The good horse given by Luo Shihe was a mare. It was brown and looked ordinary. It had a lively livestock smell. Lu Zhengkang also made friends with her. Along the road, he lay on his back.
On horseback, looking at the gloomy winter sky, I can always sleep comfortably with my eyes squinted.
The horse was enlightened and channeled by Lu Zhengkang. As he got along with Lu Zhengkang for a long time, he was imbued with spiritual wisdom. Finally, on the twenty-seventh day of the first lunar month, he learned to use magic power to transmit sounds, so he named himself Nixingyun.
Zhengkang asked her why she got such a name. She said that she often heard the horseman saying that she could just keep silent, which made her famous. She usually didn't open her mouth, but when she wanted to make a sound, she would definitely make a sound.
Lu Zhengkang was so amused by her that he fell down laughing.
"I'm serious!" Yi Xingyun snorted. She saw Lu Zhengkang lying on the grass beside the road, letting the sun shine. His leisurely look was enviable. The horses also went to look for fresh plants in the grass to eat.
Lu Zhengkang was enjoying himself very much, but with the induction of his heart seal, he discovered that a disaster had suddenly occurred in the northeast of Yang State. It seemed that there was an earthquake and a flash flood, and a lot of panic and uneasiness was transmitted to him.
Lu Zhengkang felt that it was necessary to go and take a look. If he could help some suffering people, that would be good. He immediately got up and mounted his horse, urging Ni Xingyun to run faster.
"Why are you so anxious?"
"Don't ask, just run away."
The demon horse galloped three thousand miles day and night, and at sunrise the next day, Lu Zhengkang arrived at the disaster area.
Overnight, more than three thousand souls poured into his Chiming City, all coming from the Yuelun Mountain Range.
When he arrived, he saw in the distance a long river of mud flowing criss-cross on the frosty white land. Now it was also covered with a layer of snow, but it left unusually obvious branch-like traces of running water on the plain valley plain.
On this scale, a human village is about the size of a soybean.
Ji Xingyun muttered: "It's so miserable, the smell of blood is very strong."
Lu Zhengkang squinted his eyes, and he saw the qi movement in front of him. Two demonic monks were harvesting souls. This was considered taking advantage of the situation. Those souls should have followed the flow of the yin veins of heaven and earth, thrown into the void, and finally appeared in the red sky.
In the city of Hades.
He told Ni Xingyun not to move around here, but the demon horse muttered, obviously not very willing.
"Don't make trouble. Wait for me to come back and give you some magic weapons."
Only then did Ji Xingyun stop talking, "As promised, don't go back on it!"
Lu Zhengkang waved his hand, and the worry-free hair tied with hair fell off, and he held it in his hand. He cast a spell to raise a bone-white cloud under his feet, and floated up with the wind, running towards the two evil cultivators.
Went.
The two monks who were casting spells to kill people and take their souls in the countryside were together. One had a lot of blue and black pockmarks on his face, and the other was as short and fat as a skin. Normally, the bodies of the monks were perfect.
Mana regulates internal circulation, so skin problems and body problems will not occur. The reason for this is either that the monk is willing to do so, or that the exercises he practices are not normal.
When Lu Zhengkang saw that they were casual cultivators who came to fight against the autumn wind, he found a technique inheritance somewhere and started practicing randomly on his own. Real demon cultivators all feed blood in captivity. This kind of running out to hunt is a primitive behavior.
The two monks drove away the poisonous insects and poisonous clouds. When they saw a living person in the mountain torrent, they pounced on the person and immediately chewed them up until only their brittle skeletons were left.
Lu Zhengkang threw the worry-free seed from a distance and hit the pock-marked face on the back of the head. It was like the scene when Taishang Laojun hit the monkey with the diamond. However, this monk's head was not very strong. There was only a pop, and the whole
Fireworks exploded in his head. Unfortunately, he also had the ability to form pills, but he couldn't withstand a single move, and the body-protecting energy couldn't leave him with a complete corpse.
The short and fat monk was startled, and panicked, he controlled the yellow and green poisonous wood thorns under his feet and fled into the distance. Lu Zhengkang was overlooking him from a high altitude. The monk used his spiritual mind to scan around and suddenly noticed Lu Zhengkang.
, he was unsure of Lu Zhengkang's cultivation level, so he just shouted: "Fellow Taoist, please be merciful!" He said this, but he gathered the poisonous insects and surrounded him, thus preventing him from being attacked by surprise.
Of course, Lu Zhengkang would not show mercy. He made a Zhi Fist Seal, and a stream of blood spurted out from the neck of the pockmarked face whose head was smashed. It exploded into blood drops all over the sky and shot towards the short monk like a powerful arrow.
, the poisonous insects around him were drained of their energy by the blood beads and died, falling one after another.
The dwarf monk cast a spell to draw out a ball of emerald green poisonous fire, which swirled around him and burned all the blood drops that came towards him. He did not dare to stay and fight, so he fled on the wooden thorn.
In the slanting stab, Wufuzi broke through the circle of poisonous fire and hit the short monk's neck. He immediately shouted: "Bitterness!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a popping sound, and his head was lifted three feet high by the blood flowing in his cavity, and his life was ended.
