Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

That was when Li Changan was wandering the rivers and lakes with Liu Laodao.

After wading through the mountains a certain time, the master and apprentice slammed into a remote town. The two of them searched for a long time, but they didn't find a happy event or the business of moving the tomb. They saw the Bodhisattva temple extremely lively.

It was originally the temple wishing to show "miracles" and sell some "magic pills" that can cure all diseases.

The two mixed into the crowd to see what a miracle was? Obviously it was a street trick, which fooled the residents of this remote town, who was lying in the bustling area, fearing that a three-year-old could expose it to him on the spot, but at the moment it attracted people to rush to buy the "magic medicine."

The same is a magic stick, why is your business so good?

Li Changan couldn't see it, and was about to be a "fake fighter", but Liu Laodao stopped him, pulled out of the crowd, and whispered:

"Don't provoke him, that person is a white lotus cultist."

White lotus?

Although it is a newcomer, Li Changan also has some preliminary understanding of this organization. In short, this is a terrorist organization that has followers all over the country and gathers a large number of sidelines and green forest heroes, under the guise of religion to fool the people into rebelling.

Such a behemoth, Li Changan and a wild Taoist priest, naturally can't provoke them.

But is this person in front of you? The trick of pretending to be a ghost in one hand is really crude. It's said that the white lotus teaches dragons and snakes to be mixed, but it won't make this kind of people appear ashamed, right?

Old Tao couldn't see the disciple's thoughts, and pointed to the incense altar next to the **** stick.

"Have you seen those incense?"

It was the incense that was ignited when the magic stick was previously "casting the spell". It was full of a large amount, burned a little bit, and was curled upward with blue smoke.

"Is it smokeless and tasteless? This is the unique incense of the White Lotus Sect."

The old Tao was at a loss, the smoke from the incense filled the audience, but there was no scent, but Li Changan still had doubts.

"There are a lot of bad smells of smoke and taste in the world, but everyone can't be the white lotus religion."

The veteran smiled upon hearing the words.

"My good disciple, I will teach you another trick today as a teacher, so that you won’t meet others in the future. The incense of the white lotus religion actually smells, and the smell of the disciples who really enters the door is even more different. . Can not be said to be ordinary people, even if ordinary dogs become fine, they can't smell it! But, let's ask you for the teacher..."

The old man smiles with his beard and half-white beard, but he looks like a fairy style, but the clothes are too shabby and look bad.

"What kind of skill is the best as a teacher?"

Li Changan thought for a while, and replied concisely and honestly.

"Gou."

Liu Daochang shook his hand, and pulled out a few of the beards that filled the face of the baby, grinning in pain.

"Boy, don't think about giving you a penny for your board and lodging tonight."

Li Changan remains honest.

"Master, we have slept for three days and broke the temple, and you have no money in your pocket."

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"So, even if you pretend to be a Baiyang Buddha, the foundation of his white lotus religion is known at a glance."

At this time, in an abandoned hostel beside the Dongjiao Road outside Pingye City, Li Changan told Fu Jiulang about the past. At the Shrine, Li Changan noticed the strangeness of Faxiang, and when meeting with Na Chengliang, he even smelled the unique scent of the disciples of the Bailian Sect. He was calm at the time, but asked Fu Jiulang to pretend to be a sheep dealer, and through the old man's "livestock-making" technique, he came out of the golden cicada to escape his shell.

"and after?"

This young man loves the story of flying far away and fighting for justice. This story is plain and unremarkable in the eyes of Taoists, but Fu Jiulang is dazzled and eagerly asked the following.

Fortunately, the later story is somewhat legendary, and it will not disappoint people too much.

"Later, we both dived back in the middle of the night, put the **** stick in a sack, and threw it into the mass grave, and summoned some lone souls and wild ghosts to play tricks together. Unexpectedly, he only thought it was caused by evil. The ghosts and gods retaliated. Not only did they pay back the money the next day, they also voted for officials."

After speaking, the two laughed together, but at the end, Fu Jiulang was full of emotion.

"If it's not at home...well, I would also like to be as long as my fellows, and I would be happy with my sword and the end of the world!"

The Taoist smiled, noncommittal.

By coincidence, Yan Xinglie also came out of the side compartment, took off the sheepskin that was about to be broken by him, and replaced it with his cloak and armor. The steps are still vigorous, but his face will inevitably be a little dazed.

It's really uncomfortable to be betrayed by people who are regarded as brothers, but Li Chang'an is not a person who knows and guides him. He only recruited Yan Xinglie, and the three of them discussed what happened.

Yan Xinglie's mentality is tough, and soon he condensed his bleak thoughts and restored his former demeanor.

"So, those rescued women are all taken care of by Brother Fu!" As he said, he bowed his hand to Fu Jiulang, "This kind of helping hand, Yan Xinglie is not unforgettable!"

"The righteousness! The righteousness" Young Lang smirked and waved his hand to decline.

"Kuro no need to refuse."

The Taoist warned:

"Kiu Lang must be cautious in his words and deeds from now on, and don't tell others about helping Poor Dao and Brother Yan. The White Lotus Sect is so powerful that he may be harmed by anger."

Fu Jiulang nodded solemnly.

"Kuro knows it."

"That's good, let's cherish it!"

"treasure!"

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The two had planned to take advantage of the time when Bailianjiao's attention was still in Pingye, and took advantage of the night to take a shortcut from the mountain road and rush to the next city where Zhenfusi was stationed.

However, things backfired.

A heavy rain interrupted their journey. In this world, rushing into the mountains on rainy nights is really seeking a dead end. Fortunately, with the intermittent electric light, the two found an unmanned hut.

The house is obviously abandoned, it is inevitable that dust has accumulated and cobwebs have grown, but fortunately, the walls and roofs are generally intact, and they can still shelter from wind and rain.

The two tied the horses to the woodshed next to the house, pulled the white lotus sage "Sheep" wrapped in sheepskin into the house, closed the door, and shut the door outside.

Li Changan rummaged in the room for a while, and found an oil lamp by accident. There was still a little oil in the lamp. The Taoist priest took out a lighter and lit it.

"boom!"

The door of the room that had just been closed was suddenly knocked open, and then, seven men with sturdy figures and long swords hanging from their waists rushed in, taking off their head hats and shouting loudly.

"Listen well, the grandfathers of this house expropriated the house. Even if you bring food, you will get a reward for the obedient; if you don't obey, the knife will be..."

The talking man's words suddenly stagnated, his eyes widened and he looked at Yan Xinglie who was like a bear, then turned to look at the short hair on the head of the Taoist priest.

The Taoist glanced a little, and saw the white lotus embroidered on the plackets of the seven men.

"Yan Xinglie?!"

"White Lotus."

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Outside the house, it was raining heavily.

Inside the house, there is a narrow road that cannot be touched.

The brief stalemate is a solemn silence.

until.

"Boom!"

The thunder pierced the night sky and also shattered the silence in the field.

The man who had spoken suddenly sprinted, slammed open the door of the room, and rushed out of the house. The two men approaching the door stepped left and right, and were about to draw their swords to guard the door.

However, Yan Xinglie had already rushed over like a cheetah, and the two of them had gripped the hilt of the knife, and had been sturdily hit by his huge body.

"Crack."

The door door and half of the earth wall were ruined, and the two men were knocked into the heavy rain curtain by Yan Xinglie.

Suddenly, Lei Guang poured in with wind and rain. The outline of the remaining Bailianjiao swordsman was pale, and Li Changan's eyes were dazzling.

Then, the thunder light retreated, and the fading light flickered slightly before it went out abruptly.

"Chang."

The scabbard of the sword raged out of the dark rain!

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Sparks splattered between the steel clashes, and screamed out with a scream.

After a brief fight, the hut returned to dead silence again.

A swordsman clenched his weapon in the darkness, and the darkness in front of him made him very uncomfortable. What was the result of the short fight? Who died? Who is alive?

But after all, he is a good hand trained by thousands of choices in the teaching. He quickly stabilized his mind and held his breath, even trying to calm his heartbeat.

Years of fighting experience told him: in the dark it is difficult to distinguish between enemy and us. Whoever speaks first is the target; whoever becomes the target must die first.

However.

"Ah."

A chuckle suddenly sounded in the darkness.

who is it?

His mind was still thinking, but his body had already handed out the knife one step ahead.

"Puff."

Three times in a row, this is the sound of the blade inserted into the flesh. His brain finally caught up with his body, making sure that the laughter did not belong to anyone on his side. At the same time, another problem also quietly emerged. Three voices represent three knives, but...Where is the other one?

"boom!"

Thunder light poured in again.

The swordsman was stunned to find that on the front of the "enemy" he stabbed, a lotus flower stained with blood was particularly dazzling. At the same time, a long sword, like a spirit snake, sprang out from the "enemy" side, silently but already in front of the eyes.

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The thunder light receded like a tide.

There was a faint fire light in the dark cabin.

Li Changan picked up the knocked down lamp and reignited it, so the dim light slowly filled the room, illuminating the four horizontal corpses on the ground and the bloodstains splashing on the walls.

He covered the light with his hand and walked to the door...or rather, the hole in the dirt wall.

In the rain.

Yan Xinglie solved the last Bailian Swordsman, turned around and saw Li Changan, but he was ashamed.

"Road...cough cough cough!"

He just wanted to say something, but suddenly bending down was a heart-piercing cough.

The Taoist priest raised his head, only to see a firework dragging a long tail flame into the night sky, exploding a white lotus, and being swallowed by rain in a blink of an eye.

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Pingye City.

Cheng Liang was still grabbing his hands and frustrated with geology.

Bai Lian Zuo makes his face cold and his eyes are sharp.

"Envoy Zuo needn't be anxious." The old man laughed and said, "Yan Xinglie is cunning, but after all he exposed his trail and was caught by our tail."

"What's more, this time we entered the city we just gathered elite players, most of the staff are still scattered around Pingye, I know..."

Halfway through the conversation, the old man suddenly raised his head and looked towards the eastern sky.

There, a white lotus bloomed in the night sky.