Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Will the body move after death?

It's okay.

This man probably fell to his death while picking the medicine. The bruises all over his body had rotted long maggots.

Li Changan whispered beside him:

"The gods of the ten directions, the number of them is like sand and dust, transforming into the world of the ten directions, universally saving the heavens and people, appointing the merits and virtues, and saving the world with one voice..."

The mana was consumed bit by bit, and the movements of the deceased gradually subsided.

In the end, Li Chang'an picked up a bowl of rune water and turned it into a shocking rune, which could barely be used to soothe the soul.

He moistened the talisman with willow branches and sprinkled it on the deceased, and stretched out his hands to caress his eyes, and the scarred body finally rested in peace.

"He has gone."

The people next to her were relieved, but one of the women started to cry.

An old man came up and offered a pottery bowl with copper coins.

"Thank you Dao Chang for being the Shi family's son."

After the banquet that day, Li Changan followed Mr. Heng's instructions. The road was lonely and the village was broken. After finally passing by a stockade, wanting to buy some food and water, he happened to ran into a dead man and scammed the corpse. Li Changan wanted to kill him, but couldn't hold back his wife's pleading. He hadn't studied the Eight Classics, and only remembered the way of Liu Lao Dao, and then he would come, and he didn't expect that things would be done.

Li Changan glanced at the copper coins in the old man's bowl. Some were stained with black soil, some with fine chaff, some were bald, and some had green rust. They should have been collected by each family.

In the past, he still laughed at the old way with a soft heart, but now, when he fell on himself, how could he take away the only savings of these hard-working people?

But Shangjingmen believes in the creed of "getting something to get, and getting something to get paid", so he thought about it and shook his robes.

He was troublesome along the way, and he didn't bring spare clothes on his body. This robe was still the one on the Snake Head Mountain. Although the blood stains had been washed off with the mountain stream, he had no time to mend the gaps in his body.

So Li Changan pushed the pottery bowl back into the arms of the old man and smiled:

"The monks don't need so much money. If it's convenient, please gather some scraps to help me repair my clothes."

Half an hour passed.

The old man dispelled the children who were listening to the story around Li Chang'an and handed over the patched robes. Li Changan took it and shook it away. The robes were covered with patches, and they were about to be patched into quilted clothes. The stitches in the repaired area are fine and careful. Although the stitched fabric is coarse, but the texture is not too bad, Li Changan looked up and found that the old man's coat was much shorter.

Li Changan sighed in his heart, but didn't say much, nodded and left.

After leaving the stockade, the old man caught up again.

"Is there anything else?"

"One thing I forgot to tell the chief..." the old man said, arching his hands, "a few gangsters came to the village to ask questions..."

As he said, he looked up at Li Changan's hair.

"...Have you ever seen a young Taoist priest with short hair?"

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The sun is sinking.

Li Changan rode a donkey farewell to the stockade and passed a hotel.

Tonight is the last full moon of the month. Although the bed is more comfortable to sleep on, but for the sake of moon wine, I have to spend the night with mosquitoes in the grass.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly said:

"Little Taoist priest, the road ahead is difficult and dangerous. There are many bandits and ghosts in the evening, so it is better to take a rest in the store."

Li Chang'an turned his head and looked around. An old man was sitting on the threshold of the hotel and weaving a bamboo basket. Li Changan's eyes patrolled him for a long time, and suddenly he smiled and said:

"If you don't work hard, you can barely protect yourself from the swordsmanship of the poor."

After speaking, he left straight away.

After walking a hundred meters away, the smile on Li Changan's face gradually faded.

The old man is no ordinary person. If it is a stickman, there is no accumulated wounds on the hand made by Zhu Mi; if it is a farmer, his back is too straight. Most importantly, his long goat whiskers are too neatly groomed.

If you think of the old man in the stockade again, the identity of this person is ready to be revealed-an assassin!

Someone wants his life!

Li Changan was a little surprised, but he was not frightened. Seeing the injustice of the road, he drew his sword, speaking bold and unrestrained, but you must also know that once you draw a sword, you will forge another hatred. Today's assassin will come sooner or later.

There was no complaint, Li Changan drove as usual, but he was a little more on guard.

After walking for a while, into a small forest.

Suddenly, there was a scream in the air.

Without looking back, Li Changan drew his sword out of its sheath.

"Crack."

An arrow was cut into two paragraphs in response.

Immediately afterwards, faintly saw a figure moving in the forest, and arrows continued to hit. Li Changan just turned around, letting the big green donkey go on, and opened the arrows one by one.

In the end, Li Changan didn't even use a sword, and grabbed an arrow that was shot into his eyes with his bare hands.

After this catch, it seemed that Li Changan's ability to understate all the arrows was shocked, and there were no more arrows shot in the forest. Li Chang'an raised his eyes and saw that there was silence in the forest, and the figure had disappeared.

Li Changan only retreated when the other party knew it was difficult, and continued to urge the donkey to move forward.

After not walking very far, there was a gust of wind and thunder, and the sound of falling branches suddenly sounded behind him. Li Changan looked back in horror, only to see two electro-optical switches rushing towards each other, piercing through the trunk and cutting off branches along the way.

In an instant, from far to near, he was in front of Li Changan, he hurriedly drew his sword to face each other, but the two lightning beams suddenly dispersed, spinning around him in the woods, and the light flashed, like a storm and rain. I only heard the sound of the wind, and the fallen leaves were hungry.

Suddenly, the two electric lights merged into one place, entangled and flew out.

Li Chang'an used his sword to open a beam of lightning, and the other beam had only time to use the hilt of the sword to force it away. Although this electric light was swung away, it also flew along the big green donkey's neck, cutting off a large amount of mane.

There was a cold on the big green donkey's neck, and he raised his head and yelled "ahhhhhh". And the electric light interlaced, and it was about to strike again.

Li Changan quickly shouted:

"Wait!"

The two electric lights stopped at the sound, as if the wind stopped raining and the forest was silent again, only the remaining leaves were floating.

Only then did Li Changan see clearly that the two electric lights turned out to be two small swords, both of which were no more than half a meter wide and half a meter long with two fingers, and the blades were thin, flying in the air.

A famous word suddenly sounded in his mind-Feijian!

At this time, two small swords circled around him, and then slowly flew in one direction.

Li Changan had to urge the donkey to keep up.

Arrived in a small open space, but the old man in the hotel was waiting there.

He stood with his hands in his hand, and two small swords circled and competed around him, like a child's play.

He looked at Li Changan, who was following him obediently, and said with a smile:

"The little Taoist relies on a bit of swordsmanship to act recklessly, can he recognize the old man's flying sword skill?"