When Lang Shuoyang walked past the old man, the old man suddenly spoke.
"Little Taoist priest, why do you want to save a goblin? You are too kind." The old man said and shook his head.
"You must know that there are too many monsters in this world, and you cannot save them alone." The old man said, shaking the bamboo basket, "Look, they are all monsters here."
"Let us out quickly, let us out quickly!" The voices of various people talking came from the bamboo basket, which surprised Lang Shuoyang.
Lang Shuoyang put down Wanju on his back and said: "Can the Immortal Lord save her? She is about to die."
The blind old man pinched Wanrou's pulse and said, "It can be saved, but my elixir is still in the cave, waiting for me to get it myself." As he said that, he took out a two-finger-long locust from his pocket.
, he threw the locust on the ground and recited two spells. The locust suddenly became as big as a horse. The blind old man rode on the locust. The locust flapped its wings and disappeared without a trace.
Soon, the blind old man brought back the elixir, and after giving it to Wanrou, Wanrou soon woke up. Lang Shuoyang was about to thank the blind Taoist, but the blind Taoist took out a bag, and with a flash of golden light, he actually put Wanrou in it.
In the bag, before Lang Shuoyang understood what was going on, the blind old man actually took Wanrou away.
The blind old man mounted the locust and disappeared in a flash, leaving Lang Shuoyang standing alone and messy in the wind.
After all, Wanrou is just a goblin. Lang Shuoyang feels that he is ridiculous and ridiculous. Why would a Taoist priest save a goblin if he doesn't slay demons?
Lang Shuoyang was about to leave, but was stopped by someone: "Wait, don't leave me alone."
Lang Shuoyang turned around, only to find that there was no one around. Could it be that he bumped into a monster in broad daylight?
"Who are you? Where are you? Come out quickly?" Lang Shuoyang took courage and shouted loudly. In fact, in this deserted place, it is impossible not to be afraid.
"I am here, at your feet," the voice replied.
Lang Shuoyang lowered his head and took a look. It turned out that there was a palm-sized bronze mirror on the ground. This bronze mirror was not round, but square, and it was extremely rough. There were words on the front and back, inscribed with the words "life and death".
"Hello, master, I am an ancient magic weapon. My name is Life and Death. One side of me is Life. As long as I shine on it, it will appear alive, while Death will make living things lose.
Vitality, slowly die. And I can sense some evil spirits around me." Shengshengfang said.
Lang Shuoyang was really excited. He didn't know why he picked up a magic weapon for no reason. Maybe it was left behind by the blind old man just now, but why did he think so much? Anyway, now this piece of life and death is his magic weapon.
Lang Shuoyang finally walked out of the valley and arrived at a small town. The town was very big, with wide streets, as big as an empty city. However, the town was deserted, and few people came to the shops. Pedestrians were dodging, and many businesses had closed their doors.
The business was closed. But at this critical moment, Lang Shuoyang was hungry.
In the town, walking in the middle of the avenue, two Taoist priests, one tall and one short, were running rampant. These two Taoist priests had Lang Sha on their eyebrows, and they looked like they were members of the Moyun Sect, which cultivates demons.
One of these two Taoists held a white flag in his hand, but the black ink on it was very clear. On the hand he wrote "recruiting troops and horses", and on the other hand he wrote "contributing bricks and mortar". The horizontal mark was "food, accommodation and accommodation are provided for anyone to cultivate." It turned out that these two people came to the town.
, is here to recruit people to join the religion.
In Lang Shuoyang's eyes, these two people were just two charlatans wandering the streets with nothing to do. He would not care about them.
"Stop, little brother!" one of the dwarves shouted to Lang Shuoyang.
"Are you calling me?" Lang Shuoyang asked, pointing to the tip of his nose.
"Of course it's you, otherwise, who do you think we would call you?" the tall Taoist priest said angrily.
"What's the matter?" Lang Shuoyang asked.
"You kid crushed my Xuanbao gourd, don't you know?" the short Taoist priest's eyes were full of anger.
Only then did Lang Shuoyang discover a dusty green gourd on the ground. The gourd had been lying on the ground for who knows how long, but it was really crushed. However, Lang Shuoyang was not sure whether he had stepped on it, or whether it had been stepped on by these two people.
A demon had framed him, and in Lang Shuoyang's eyes, he was just an ordinary gourd, far from the magic weapon he resembled.
"Is this your magic weapon?" Lang Shuoyang asked as he picked up the dusty gourd.
The short Taoist snatched the gourd and said, "Don't touch my Xuanbao gourd with your dirty hands."
The taller Taoist said from the side: "Little brother, you should think about how to compensate me for this mysterious treasure gourd?"
The short Taoist looked Lang Shuoyang up and down and said, "The magic weapon is priceless. Looking at how poor this kid is, can he afford to pay for it?"
"Then what do you think we should do?" Lang Shuoyang asked with a frown.
"Join our Moyun Sect, and we will be fellow sects. For the sake of fellow sects, we don't want you to pay any compensation." The taller Taoist seemed to want to be a peacemaker.
Only then did Lang Shuoyang realize that these two people wanted him to join the Moyun Sect. Lang Shuoyang had been in the Xianyun Sect for so many years, and of course he knew that the Moyun Sect was their mortal enemy and a demon sect.
"If I don't join, what will you do to me?" Lang Shuoyang asked.
The short Taoist raised his eyebrows coldly, and said as if to hit someone: "Then you don't want to leave alive today." Judging from their expressions, it didn't look like they were joking.
Lang Shuoyang suddenly found that the magic weapon in his pocket was moving, and it sent a message to Lang Shuoyang: "Master, just leave these two to me, and let me deal with them!"
Lang Shuoyang held his pocket and whispered: "This is on the street. Don't mess around. I will follow them up the mountain and deal with them on the mountain trails."
Life and Death said: "This is a very good idea."
Lang Shuoyang smiled at the two demon Taoists and said, "Okay, if this disciple is willing to join your sect, he will go up the mountain with the two Taoist priests immediately."
Seeing that their plan had succeeded, the two demons smiled at each other. They followed Lang Shuoyang, left the town, and set off towards the Motian Peak where the Moyun Sect was located. The two of them soon entered the mountain trail.
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Lang Shuoyang saw that the mountain road was getting further and further away from the town, so he secretly took out the recipe for life and death.
Life and Death Fang said: "Master, don't act in a hurry. It's not the time yet. When they lose their vigilance, you only need to shine the Death Fang of Life and Death at them. If they are unprepared, no matter how deep or shallow they are, they will be killed."
Death is certain."
As the short Taoist walked, he said to Lang Shuoyang: "Boy, do you know how many monsters I have put in my Xuanbao gourd? Guess what?"
Lang Shuoyang thought for a while, shook his head and said with a smile, "I can't guess."
The short Taoist stretched out two fingers to make a gesture.