Yu Xian was helpless and quickly pointed out the direction for him.
Although the pig demon is stupid and brave, he is very obedient at this moment.
After running around and bumping into each other several times, under Yu Xian's command, he actually managed to throw away the person who was chasing after him, the Jitoujiujiu, out of sight.
Nazhi Toujiu was extremely angry and was about to let the ghost soldiers scatter to search for her, but he saw an eccentric girl standing in front of him with a smile as if she was born out of thin air.
Zhi Tou offered wine and saluted quickly, "It turns out to be Xiao Shijun."
It turned out that the woman in front of him was Zhang Lu's beloved daughter Zhang Qiying.
All the disciples of Zhang Lu studied "Daode" and understood the mysteries. Only Zhang Qiying inherited Zhang Lu's ghost skills. She was loved by Zhang Lu and was always regarded as the apple of his eye.
Young Master Jun said with a smile, "Take care of your head and offer wine. Father has already seen the monster's heel and legs. His background is pitiful, so you don't have to chase him anymore."
Then he said teasingly, "But..., it seems that I don't have to worry about it."
The name of the first person to come here to perform the ritual wine ceremony was Bai Yunzi, and he was also a well-known figure in the Heming Taoist Palace.
His face turned red with shame from Junior Master Jun, and he remembered something again and hurriedly reminded him, "Does Junior Master Jun know that the monster also teamed up with the traitor to take away the treasure box enshrined in Heming Hall?"
The young master has always practiced the ghost way, and is only ignorant of the affairs in Heming Mountain. He does not know the importance of the treasure box.
Immediately he waved his little hand with a look of ignorance, "I will go and tell my father that you don't have to worry about it."
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The pig demon and Yu Xian were on the run, not knowing that they had escaped unexpectedly.
The two of them fled through the mountains for half a day. When they were sure they were safe, they stopped to take a breath under the shade of a big tree.
Before Yu Xian could say anything, the wild boar as big as a bullock suddenly stood up, twisting its hooves and transformed into the strong young man again.
It's just that Lan Shi was not there at this time, and he was naked and looked quite embarrassed.
"You, you, who are you?"
Only then did Yu Xian remember that the idiot in front of him was a monster.
The sturdy young man let out a heavy breath and his chest heaved violently. It was obvious that he was not feeling well being chased along the way.
He calmed down, and when someone asked for his name, he immediately said proudly, "I am the great virtuous master who sits down as the pioneer official of the Zhengyin, Guan Hai!"
"Guan, Guan Hai?"
Yu Xian suddenly had an impression.
Isn't Guan Hai the same Yellow Turban general who killed Zong Bao with one sword and then fought for dozens of rounds with Guan Yunchang's Green Dragon Sword?
Why did you come to Shuzhong? And you tied up your own ticket?
In addition, the most important thing is that his name is Guan Hai, how come he is really a pig!
After Guan Hai finished speaking, he looked at Yu Xian and asked curiously, "What's your name again?"
There was no need for Yu Xian to hide this matter, so he answered honestly, "My name is Yu Xian."
Guan Hai looked at Yu Xian with bright eyes and asked strangely.
"Shouldn't you call yourself a poor person?"
Yu Xian was puzzled and didn't know why Guan Hai was obsessed with this.
But, okay, as long as you are happy.
"The poor Taoist is called Yu Xian."
Only then did Guan Hai become happy. He looked at Yu Xian with satisfaction, a little happy, and then sad.
In the end, I couldn't bear the sadness and burst into tears.
Yu Xian was stunned now.
It feels like meeting my long-lost biological son!
Before Yu Xian began to doubt himself, Guan Hai wiped away his tears and opened his mouth.
Three pieces of yellow silk grew from small to large from Guan Hai's mouth and landed in his palm.
Then, Guan Hai forcefully stuffed the yellow silk into Yu Xian's hand and said with a choked voice, "Taoist Master Yu, from now on..., the future of our Taiping Dao will depend on you! You must inherit the legacy of the great virtuous master.
Overthrow the Han Dynasty and re-establish Huangtian!"
"The Great Master...is watching you from heaven!"
I, I, my day!
Yu Xian's hand felt as if he was electrocuted.
He had seen the power of these three pieces of yellow silk before and knew that they were not ordinary things.
At first, I was a little happy when I saw Guan Hai being given to me. Who would have expected that these three volumes of heavenly books would turn out to be the orthodoxy of the Taiping Sect!
The yellow turban thieves have been wiped out by the heroes a long time ago, okay? How can these grasshoppers in autumn still hope to continue jumping?
Do not make jokes!
Even if I am ambitious and have long wanted to start a career, I can't accept your mess.
Without saying anything, Yu Xian quickly kneaded the three pieces of silk and stuffed it into Guan Hai's mouth.
Just go back to where you came from.
When Guan Haizheng was talking about the emotional point, his mouth was suddenly blocked with a cloth, and he suddenly became numb.
What the hell?
Later, no matter how stupid he was, he understood what Yu Xian meant.
His face instantly turned red, and then he became ferocious. He swallowed the ball of yellow silk in one gulp, then his fangs came out, his mane grew angry, and he was about to reveal himself!
Only then did Yu Xian realize his situation and couldn't help but regret it.
The future will be settled later, but my life is still in someone else’s hands right now!
He saw that Guan Hai looked ferocious and wanted to eat people.
He quickly pumped his fists shamelessly and shouted, "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky must stand! The sky is dead, and the yellow sky must stand! The sky is dead, and the yellow sky must stand!"
Guan Hai was halfway through his transformation when he was almost jumped to the waist by this unscrupulous little Taoist priest.
"snort!"
Guan Hai snorted viciously when he saw Yu Xian surrendering.
However, this little Taoist boy's moral integrity was so low that Guan Hai never mentioned the three volumes of the Heavenly Book again.
He lowered his head and thought for a while, but instead of turning into a human form, he lay down under the tree and fell asleep.
Yu Xian carefully looked at the strong wild boar, not daring to think of running away.
The surrounding woods are very wild, and with his weak magic power, he might not be able to go very far before he is caught and eaten by mountain spirits and wild monsters.
What should I do?
After thinking about it, Yu Xian casually took out the wooden box he had put in his arms.
When this wooden box was used just now, it seemed to be extremely powerful.
Even Zhang Jiao's three-volume heavenly book "Lao Zi Xiang Er Zhu", which could not be affected, was defeated by this wooden box in one fell swoop.
It's just that after the treasure that originally had to be suppressed with runes was drenched in his own blood, not only did it not have the effect of identifying its owner with blood, but it actually looked like a treasure at all.
There are several ancient inscriptions on the side of the wooden box. The words are like dancing and leaping, but I don't know how old they are.
"Prajnaparamita?"
Yu Xian tried to shout.
"study hard, improve every day?"
The wooden box didn't respond at all.
"Whatever the hell."
Yu Xian was helpless and turned the wooden box in his hand over and over again.
It was these clumsy words that made Yu Xian believe more and more that the treasure in his hands was not simple.
But, what kind of treasure is this?
Weapons? Definitely not. Armor? Not reliable either. Could it be for human use?
Thinking about the scrolls that swept over him, Yu Xian suddenly had an inspiration.
Maybe he thought wrong!
Think about it in Journey to the West, since even Taishang Laojun's elixir gourd and belt can be super magic weapons, this thing may be an ordinary thing.
Take a closer look at the wooden box in your hand. There happens to be a medium-sized opening on it.
But the wooden box didn't have to be sealed, so obviously no one could be taken.
Just looking at the shape, Yu Xian suddenly thought, if this thing were bigger, it would look a bit like the merit boxes in temples and Taoist temples!
Could it be that he donated money to make wishes?
Is it just a little small?
Yu Xian was exhausted from thinking, so he simply lay on the ground and stared at the blue sky in a daze.
After all, he didn't give up, got up again, held the wooden box in his hand and said something without thinking.
“Everyone gives a piece of love?”
After finishing speaking, I felt that it was nonsense. I was about to put the wooden box down when suddenly the wooden box flashed with black light and became heavy.
Is this a reaction?!
Yu Xian was pleasantly surprised.
Ouch! This thing is really a merit box!
I just carefully counted the inscriptions on it, but they were no more than ten words, which obviously did not match what I said.
It must have been similar in meaning, so it was sensed by this wooden box.
At this time, the wooden box in his hand became heavier and heavier, and Yu Xian could not lift it, so he quickly turned it outward to pour out the contents.
The wooden box tilted, and white rice poured out of the wooden box.
This wooden box doesn't look big, but after Yu Xian poured it down for a long time, there was still an endless supply of rice.
It didn't stop until there were about five buckets of rice piled on the ground.