Chapter 174: Cultivating in the mortal world with a clean mind
After sending seven or eight messages in a row, Shi Huaian clasped his fists and hurriedly flew west, taking away the biggest gain of the trip, the two extracted souls of second-level witch cultivators, and two important witchcraft weapons.
At this time, the surviving village elders in the town, Li Zheng and others, as well as several people from Daolu branch, organized young people to resettle the homeless people, uniformly treat the injured, collect the deceased in a centralized manner, and arrange warm clothing and food
Degrees and other things.
There has been a big disaster in the town. It is important to take care of the living first. There is no harm in keeping the dead alive for a few more days.
The weather was bad, so it took a lot of time for You Xi and others from the nearby town and the county government officials to rush over.
Fu Gujing put down her fisted hands in salute, and then had time to care about the pale junior sister who was wiping the blood off her face, and asked: "How is your injury? Don't hold on, why don't you go back to the mountain gate for a while to recuperate? Don't damage it.
The foundation.”
Yun Qiuhe rolled his eyes and said: "Don't send a message to my master to make her worry. I used the elixir and adjusted my breathing for two days. It's fine. There's no need to make a fuss about a minor injury. I'm not that bad."
Delicate."
She was wrapped in an old cloak given to her by someone unknown, which covered the bloody wounds on her back.
Fu Gujing had no choice but to think about the past two days. He asked a doctor and monk who was good at healing wounds from the county to see if he could feel reassured. He glanced at the direction of Xihe Mountain in the wind and snow, and asked: "You left the town earlier.
Have you paid attention to the situation on the mountain over there?"
Yun Qiuhe snorted and chuckled, "Senior brother, don't worry, those two people are doing well and have not been harmed. A mist has risen on the mountain. Maybe they were focused on practicing and didn't hear the movement on our side."
"If you live in the world and don't pay attention to worldly affairs, if you don't wipe away the dust and sharpen your mind, all your hard work will be in vain."
Fu Gujing shook her head.
How could we not hear the two fireworks notifications in the town despite not being far apart?
He was very disappointed with those two people. One of them was a fellow sect of Xuanyun Temple. He had been stuck in the realm of Huaqi for many years and could not break out of the realm. He was sent by the sect to Xihe Mountain to guard the drunken flower slope.
He didn't want to mention the two of them anymore, but when he saw Guanzhu Zhang bending down to pick up things in the snow from time to time, he joked: "Brother Zhang, what treasure are you picking up? Remember the rules of the world, everyone who meets you has a share."
Zhang Wenfeng threw the seeds of the thorn-hooked wire vine in the palm of his hand: "I have to take back the spell-casting methods I arranged earlier. If you use one less seed like this, it will be no good for you, Brother Fu."
Fu Gujing remembered the details of Brother Zhang's previous provocation of the second-level witch cultivator. The situation was urgent at that time, and he did not think carefully. He said angrily: "I was reckless. I only wanted to lure the shaman cultivator thieves here. It was in vain."
You make some arrangements."
"Brother Fu also thought about me, and I feel very gracious. Besides, the result is the same, it just took a little more trouble. Brother Fu doesn't have to do this."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said polite words.
Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He came back from their busy work and were using tools to dig out the icy ground where the wizard beast had penetrated.
Listening to what Taoist Master Shi said before leaving, the frozen black water was some kind of sinister water witchcraft prepared in advance, mixed with the use of quicksand witchcraft. As the witchcraft failed, the witchcraft that was swallowed up
The animal carcasses are still stored underground.
Chen Qingqiao's head no longer hurts and he is full of energy. If he digs out the corpse of the witch beast, he can get a lot of rewards.
Yun Qiuhe suddenly asked: "Senior brother, the harvest is not small this time, right?"
She made a double entendre, asking about the gains from interrogating living souls, and about the trophies taken from those witch cultivators. She didn't care much, she wanted to ask for some compensation and profit sharing for Chen Qingqiao and the others.
Look at Guanzhu Chen being so unlucky and losing an inherited magic weapon. How can you bear it?
Fu Gujing smiled and said: "It's okay, brothers have all worked hard. When I go back and ask the master of the hospital for instructions, the loot will be converted into spiritual energy stones and distributed as much as possible to make up for the loss. The rest of the rewards will have to wait for acceptance by the county and city, which will take some time.
Only then can you receive it.”
He didn't say a word about the interrogation of souls or the previous sudden accident.
The living soul imprisoned in the magic weapon cannot even commit suicide. Using some underhanded methods, the living soul can be easily tortured to the point where life is worse than death.
The results of the interrogation were beyond imagination, and it was finally revealed that the shaman cultivator and the traitor were trying their best to be exposed, even at the risk of their lives, in order to seize the official treasure and the Kantu map. They said that by gathering the three official treasures, they could open a hidden ruins.
The purpose of ambushing and attacking them was to collect the monks' essence and blood to regenerate their souls, to use their bodies to sneak into Xiling County, to avoid detection and suppression by the formation, and then to launch a violent attack and kill them in one fell swoop to seize the official treasure they were determined to obtain.
The two people who attacked Qingshui Guan and Chen Qingqiao were secretly sent by Jie Zhiquan, but they were captured by the witch cultivator on the way and controlled by witchcraft to commit that evil act in order to lure them out of the city. Currently, the two
The people and the boatman had long since been destroyed.
No matter how big the background relationship of Jie Zhiquan is in Jiuhe Palace, its outcome has been decided, and there is no way to escape the word "death". When Jiuhe Palace gets part of the confession file given by the patrol envoy, for the sake of reputation, it will be dealt with according to the rules of the house.
, we must also give an explanation to the Zhoucheng Daolu Branch.
Fortunately, the junior sister was able to withstand the ambush attacks of the two second-level sorcerers and held on to buy them time.
Fortunately, Brother Zhang was able to deal with the wizard beast in one move and took the initiative.
The biggest gain is that by interrogating the souls of two second-level shaman cultivators, they dug out two hidden lairs of shaman cultivators in the remote forests of Da'an. Without asking more questions, Taoist Master Shi was busy reporting and gathering experts to encircle and suppress them. It should be possible to find out.
A huge gain.
Unfortunately, while inspecting a blood-colored jade-carved witchcraft weapon, I accidentally triggered a deeply hidden mark inside it, destroying the evil weapon that collected monks' souls and blood essence, and almost destroyed the shaman soul guarding it.
escape.
It is possible that the master witch cultivator has already alerted one of the lairs?
The junior sister is careless and doesn't know the importance, but Fu Gujing will not reveal a word. It has nothing to do with trust or not. This is the rule.
When Yun Qiuhe heard what her senior brother said, she didn't ask any questions. She flew into the air and inspected the town.
Zhang Wenfeng collected all the seeds of the thorn-croaked vine scattered in the snow, found a shovel, and dug with Chen Qingqiao and the others. The deeper they went, the mud had not yet completely solidified. It took about two-quarters of an hour to reduce the size of the area by half.
The earth witch beast dug it out and took out the two corpses below.
By noon, the Taoist priests from the nearby Taoist temple, Youxi and Xiangyong from the two nearby towns, and the county lieutenant from the county town came with a large group of people in the snow to take over the follow-up matters in the town.
Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe led a few people to drive the carriage back to the county town to escort the corpse of the witch cultivator, the trophies, and the remains of the brothers who died.
Zhang Wenfeng followed Chen Qingqiao to Qingshui Temple to rest, leaving three Taoist soldiers in the town to assist.
The two of them were in front and the donkey was behind, walking on the way up the mountain.
"Master Zhang, if you have some free time, can you help me check the terrain of Qingshui Temple and give me some suggestions on formation?"
"...To be honest, I was able to set up the Fairy Mountain Gate formation entirely thanks to the ready-made formation map. If you don't mind, I can help you set up a few separate small formations on the top of the mountain.
If any thieves dare to attack, they can use the formation to counterattack, or temporarily avoid it, and then you can set up the big formation yourself later."
"Zhang Guanzhu has great righteousness and Qingqiao has a deep sense of justice. No one dares to forget it. Taoist ancestor is compassionate!"
"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
"..."
In the evening, after finishing evening classes at Qingshui Temple Hall, Zhang Wenfeng and Chen Qingqiao, who insisted on going there to help, braved the snow to arrive at Xihezhou Town, where peace had returned.
In the open space of the ruins of the Red Courtyard, the county captain had already arranged to build a shed that could cover the snow but not the wind as required.
The two Taoist priests looked solemn as they burned incense, chanted sutras, and burned paper to pray for the souls of the dead.
Outside the shed, in the snow, boys and girls wearing mourning kneels in batches. Each batch is only allowed one stick of incense to kneel down. The suppressed weeping and the chanting of rhythmic scriptures mix together in the snowy night sky.
The most tragic life and death song in the world.
The cold wind swirls the fragrant mist, which disappears without a trace.
When he was waiting for his son, the music of the clapper sounded, and Zhang Wenfeng got up and went for a walk in the snow. He held the incense and recited sutras alone with mixed rhythm. He watched the few remaining souls who had washed away their grievances enter the underworld with the soul-inducing incense. He stood up and knelt down.
People bowing in the snow to thank you.
After the ritual was completed, he and Chen Qingqiao returned happily.
While living in the mortal world, what you cultivate is a state of mind that is dustless.