Chapter 38 Today there are bad people who spend money to buy their lives!
A few miles away from the tea house, more than a dozen horsemen and horses were galloping under the dim sunset in the evening.
There are men and women, old and young. Under the dark robes pretending to be merchants, most of them are wearing standard dark green robes and armor, with weapons hidden in their saddles, and one person controls two horses.
Following closely behind was a large carriage with a tarpaulin made of cowhide.
The flags on the car were hung high, dancing in the wind.
On the hillside at the end of the wilderness, the horsemen reined in their horses and came to a sudden stop.
In the field of vision, an inconspicuous small village appeared.
Dark, gloomy, and forbidding.
A woman's voice sounded, "Everyone, down below is Wangcai Village."
Then the hoarse voice of the yellow-faced old man sounded: "A group of untouchables are killing people and robbing money. They even dare to touch the officials of the capital. Why don't we just kill them all."
"Don't be impatient, Mr. Fu. It's better to investigate clearly first. Before leaving, my father once said that this matter might be a little unusual."
The speaker is none other than Zhuo Sanlang, who lives in Yushu Linfeng. His white robe is like snow, his head is tied with a scarf, and he holds an iron fan in his hand.
He turned to the tall woman in a plain coat, with gentle eyes: "Young lady, would you like to inform the Xu family in advance? After all, you were once..."
"It's unnecessary."
The woman's face was stern, her two long, round and powerful legs squeezed the horse's belly, and she took the lead in galloping down.
Under the cover of night, the thirty or so horses invaded the village like a ferocious iron stream.
On the flag swaying in the wind, on the back of the "business name", there are nine large characters written side by side that have been hidden by the medicine:
Jiannanwei...
Guangyuan County...
Bad people...
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When Zhou Yi and Xiangzhu came to Wangcai Village again, it was already the moon on the branches.
Under the dim moonlight, the dark blue hills are winding and undulating with no end in sight.
When the night breeze blows, the spring water is cool, crisp and sweet.
But the expressions of Zhou Yi and Xiang Zhu were not that enjoyable.
The clear stream water has been dyed red with blood.
There were about ten corpses lying in various places at the entrance of the village.
Turns out they were all "customers" I met at the teahouse in the afternoon.
Looking at this posture, it was obvious that they were easily slaughtered without even having time to draw out their weapons.
Some of them seemed to be timid and wanted to escape, but they could not cross the creek and the elm tree in front of the village.
From deep inside the village, the faint sound of clashing weapons could be heard... there were still people fighting fiercely.
"hiss!"
Under the old tree, the surviving horses neighed uneasily.
There was still a carriage parked nearby, but it was completely destroyed.
"Sir, those 'merchants' have almost been wiped out." Xiangzhu looked solemn.
"The young monk can see it."
After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he glanced at the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
In the night wind, the leaves of the big locust trees fluttered and rustled, as if they were making some kind of explanation.
"I don't blame you, little monk. Yes, you promised to only protect the villagers."
After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he listened quietly.
At this time, in the picture composed of countless small sounds, dozens of villagers including Lao Cunzheng, Xu Wei, Mrs. Chen, etc. were hiding in a certain cellar, trembling and fearful as they listened to the fierce fighting outside.
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The exit of the cellar was sealed with thick roots to prevent villagers from running out.
You don't need to think about it to know that it must be the roots of the old locust tree.
This kind of protection... you can barely be considered trustworthy.
"Sir, there is a living person there. Hey, he seems to be one of the 'merchants' just now."
Xiangzhu took the opportunity to lean close to Zhou Yi, pulled the sleeves of her robe, and whispered.
The dying young man next to the car heard two sets of footsteps, tried to open his eyes, and shouted with difficulty: "There is a monster... quickly... notify... the government... save the villagers."
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Zhou Yi asked.
"Some... bad person."
Bad person?
He still scolded himself like this before he died, etc...
Zhou Yi suddenly remembered an anime he had watched before, which was about a semi-official organization called bad people.
It seems that in another official history of the Tang Dynasty, there were indeed bad people, similar to police officers?
"That monster... is unexpectedly strong... really scary..."
The dying warrior spoke intermittently, and at the same time he also saw clearly the person who was leaning over to stare at him...
——It turned out to be a big bald head shining with white light under the moonlight.
Next to him was a girl with a proud figure and strange eyes.
They were the two people I met in the tea room in the afternoon.
However, at this moment, from behind them, in the gray night fog, another monster with a ferocious face and a mouth full of fangs slowly emerged.
The young delinquent's pupils dilated, his face changed suddenly, he pointed in the direction of Zhou Yi's bald head with trembling arms, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Monster!"
Immediately, the person's death energy disappeared and he died.
Zhou Yi and Xiang Zhu were stunned at the same time.
"Sir, you scared people to death." Xiangzhu exclaimed.
Zhou Yi touched his bald head and turned to look at Wuzhang Xuhua with an innocent expression.
"Xiaotou, is this your fault? Why are you here?"
He lowered his head and eyes, arched his paws and said, "Since we are determined to follow Master Yichen, we should come here every night to draw Mao."
Zhou Yi looked helpless... What else could the young monk say? Blame me?
"By the way, why can this bad guy see you?"
Xiaotou explained: "This son is a martial artist who has cultivated Qi. Looking across the Tang Kingdom, he can be considered a first-class master in gaining Qi sense. As the saying goes, the soul follows Qi and the soul possesses the body. Before death, the Qi sense dissipates and the soul also
Then fly out and you will be able to see me. Master, look, his soul is about to be sucked away."
A blurry blue-gray figure flew out of the bad person's body.
It keeps struggling, trying to return to its physical body.
However, there was an invisible force spreading evil energy, binding it and dragging it towards the dark village not far away.
In the darkness, there seemed to be some extremely terrifying existence, opening its bloody mouth and salivating.
Xiangzhu was indifferent, obviously not able to see this scene.
The sword pill at the bottom of Zhou Yi's abdomen was about to move, with cold light rising and falling.
Wu Zhangxu Hua on the side noticed something, his eyes were filled with excitement, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Is the mage ready to slay the demon?"
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name and lowered his eyes: "There is one more thing that needs to be done. Xiaotou, your 'life-buying and financial skills' have finally come into use."
Xiaotou was suddenly startled and asked cautiously: "Does the mage want to save this person?"
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "That's good. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Before he died, this person could still think about the people. And not long after his death, when he met us, he also told his fortune that he should not die."
Liu Tou showed hesitation: "But Mrs. Chu hasn't reported it yet..."
"Why should we report it?" Zhou Yi shouted the Buddha's name again and said meaningfully: "Amitabha, Xiaotou, there is a young monk here, just save people."
Xiaotou woke up from a dream and murmured: "The master is indeed compassionate. Is this the way of my Buddha? I will take my orders!"
After the words fell, it closed its paws, closed its eyelids slightly, and muttered something in its mouth.
Xiaotou didn't know that every word, every action, and every subtle change in its expression fell into Zhou Yi's silently scrutinizing eyes.
To be sure, Zhou Yi specially asked his boss to consult Mrs. Chu last night who likes to play with simulated dolls by the river.
The reply I received was that the monster possessing Chen Chi was only as powerful as the county lord at most.
But Li Jiuniang was extremely afraid of this monster and bluntly said that it surpassed the county master.
After all, it was Li Jiuniang who was too weak to make such a fuss.
Or was Mrs. Chu deliberately concealing it...
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Not long after, a long dark golden scroll emitting a dark light appeared in front of Motou's claws.
From the long and transparent scroll, a small black scale flew out.
Haotou opened his eyes, held the small scale in his right paw, and fished for the bad guy's body with his left paw.
Snapped!
A heart that was still trembling slightly fell into the weight with a bang.
Shaotou said in a deep voice: "This man's heart weighs about one catty and two taels, with nine taels of kindness and three taels of evil intentions. He is usually eager for justice and is not greedy for money. His heart and liver are still there, especially his qi and blood. If he wants to save
He only needs to pay three thousand taels of earthly wealth."
Fearing that the Master would misunderstand, Xiantou followed closely and said: "The three thousand taels of life-purchasing money will be repaid by himself in the future."
Zhou Yi frowned and said with a smile: "Help."
"Got the order!"
Xu Hua grabbed the heart and stuffed it back into the bad guy's mouth. Pillars of black smoke rose up from the cow's eyes like blood wheels, and he muttered:
"The flesh and bones are dead, buried in the wild soil, the ghosts fly, and the spirit rises to the sky. Today, Zhao Pingsheng, a bad man from the Tang Dynasty, spent money to buy his life, a total of three thousand taels of silver, worshiped the Hades Wheel, and made a contract."
Hades wheel?
Zhou Yi's eyelids twitched slightly.
This was the second time he heard this name.
In an instant, a gray cloud of Yin Qi spread out from Xuxu's claws.
A thigh haunted by the ghost of a bad person.
The ghost that had flown to the entrance of the village trembled slightly and backed up.
Ecstasy and gratitude floated on the vague soul surface.
It listened to the entire conversation between Zhou Yi and Xiaotou.
Although it was unbelievable, he also knew that it was the young and handsome monk who ordered the monster to save him.
When it flew to the top of the physical body, the ghost paused slightly and bowed to Zhou Yi.
"In the teahouse during the day, a certain person offended a lot of people. However, the master ignored the past grievances and saved the life of a certain person. I am deeply grateful for this person. I will go up the mountain of swords and the sea of fire in the future and swear to repay him to the death."
Wuzhang Xuhua's deep and deep voice sounded.
"Stop talking nonsense, you owe the Master three thousand taels to buy your life. The deadline is one year. Don't forget it. If you dare to default, your life will be taken at this time next year."
After saying that, he raised his head and slapped his paw, stuffing the ghost into the top of Zhao Pingsheng's head.