I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 3: Unable to express oneself, blind eyes, sincere heart
"The old hen is gone, but fortunately the chicken claws are still there."

"Your old wounds haven't healed yet, and you've added new ones."

"After drinking this bowl of chicken soup, have a good rest."

"Tomorrow we'll go to Gouwazi's place to attend the wedding banquet. We'll eat some good food to nourish ourselves and get rid of the bad luck!"

Look at Grandma Gui’s kind smile, and then look at her strangely white eyes.

He had been a Taoist priest for decades in his previous life, so he didn't even need to look.

Just by the smell, you can tell that this is a bowl of talisman water.

After waiting for a long time, Feng Xuan still did not reach out to take the bowl.

Granny Gui coughed twice and said, "As a person, she's getting old, so it's inevitable that her hands and feet are a little unsteady."

"My arm is a little sore, young man."

"Drink the chicken soup while it's hot."

She seemed to think of something and sighed bitterly.

"My eyesight is not very good, so I put too much pepper when I added the seasoning."

"If I want to find such delicious fat chicken again, I don't know if I will have to wait until the next year in the first month of the lunar calendar."

Feng Xuan noticed the old woman's choice of words and stared at Grandma Gui thoughtfully.

"This old woman is really not simple. Let's see what she has in mind."

"If it's really a murder for money, then I'll just give her a ride."

He glanced into the bowl seemingly unintentionally, and saw a layer of black and gray foam.

There were charred things that looked like dead branches floating in the soup.

"These aren't chicken feet at all, they're fried fingers!"

"The black ash floating above is indeed the burnt talisman paper!"

Seeing that Grandma Gui was reluctant to leave and insisted on staring at him after he finished drinking the chicken soup.

Feng Xuan suppressed the nausea in his heart, raised the bowl and drank it all, just like drinking Maotai, without consuming a single drop!
At the bottom of the bowl, there was a gray hair left.

Granny Gui smiled kindly and left with satisfaction.

Feng Xuan hurried to the toilet and pointed his finger at his "Zhongwan Point".

"vomit!"

His stomach churned, and Feng Xuan lay on the bed, practicing qigong and regulating his breathing.

A wave of sleepiness came over me.

He seemed to see Feng Huang's cold, beautiful, yet heroic face.

I heard the whispers of lovers.

Sleepless from midnight till dawn, the wind blows the willows dancing lightly...

"Good brother Xuan, have a good sleep."

"When you wake up, everything will be over!"

A feeling of coolness spread throughout Feng Xuan's body.

Tai Chi Heart Flow is not only the unique martial art of Wudang Taoism, but also focuses on the word "heart".

How could his heart be deceived by a mere pretty girl?

Feng Xuan felt relieved: "I'm not afraid of you taking action, I'm just afraid that you are a really good person!"

"Old woman, you've really revealed your true colors."

But Feng Xuan couldn't understand: "I only met Feng Huang once, and we parted on bad terms."

"Why would you want to do something unspeakable with her?"

Soon, fragments of memories flashed before Feng Xuan's eyes like a movie.

"They are really childhood sweethearts."

His gaze finally stopped on Feng Huang’s fifteenth birthday.

The predecessor stole the secret book and gave it to Feng Huang.

I only saw the last page of "Qingluan Chengfeng Jue Part 1".

"Swallow the wind..."

Feng Xuan cursed his predecessor in frustration.

The predecessor didn't even see what was written on it before tearing off the last page and swallowing it.

Then he hid the secret book at the head of Feng Huang's bed.

"Idiot, even if you want to give away the skills, you have to do it openly."

"If you hide it like this, even if Feng Huang gets the technique, how would he know it was you who gave it to him?"

"Is this mouth just for show and incapable of expression?"

"Besides, I don't know what's wrong with your eyes."

"Feng Huang is a complete ungrateful person."

Feng Xuan was really moved to tears by the stupidity of this predecessor.

But he changed his mind and sighed: "You are dead after all."

"Since you like her so much, I'll send her down to keep you company."

The mind is clear and the sea of ​​consciousness is bright.

Feng Xuan pretended to be unconscious and concentrated his ears, wanting to hear what the old woman was planning.

Faintly, a familiar voice came into my ears.

"This meridian-opening pill was obtained by the old man from the Grand Commandant's Mansion."

"I think the high priest should be aware of its value."

Feng Xuan's face had no expression at all, no different from a unconscious person.

But I felt very strange in my heart: "Am I having an illusion?"

"Why did I hear Feng Huang's voice?"

Fortunately, the next moment, he heard Grandma Gui's voice.

"My Lord doesn't care who comes."

"No matter who is in charge of your Kamikaze Hall."

"As long as it doesn't interfere with the adults' business."

“No matter how big the matter is, it is still just a small matter.”

"Remember!"

"Adult matters, no matter how small, are still important matters!"

Feng Huang narrowed his eyes, and a green light flashed in his eyes.

The old woman's completely white eyes turned upwards.

Revealing a pair of pitch-black eyes without a trace of color.

Hei and Qing stared at each other for a long time, and finally Feng Huang took a step back and pointed at the woman behind him.

"This is my personal maid Xueqing."

"So he stayed with the high priest."

The old woman wanted to refuse, but Feng Huang smiled slightly and said, "I have accurate information."

"Among the last batch of goods, there's the young master of the Zhao family, a prominent family in the county." The old woman didn't care: "Heishui Village is high up in the mountains and far away from the emperor, even if there are thousands of people, the mountains will be closed."

"Can you handle the division?"

Feng Huang laughed when he heard that.

"Don't forget it, High Priest."

"Our Ping'an County's second best expert, Captain Zhao Gongli, also has the last name Zhao."

She paused, as if she thought of something.

"I forgot about that. After the old man died."

"This Captain Zhao must be the best expert in the county."

The old woman looked extremely embarrassed.

"Ma Fushan is so careless in his work!"

"How did he become the deputy leader of your Kamikaze Hall?"

The old woman was very dissatisfied with Ma Fushan for causing trouble for her.

Feng Huang, however, showed a delighted expression: "Back then, the old fellow also saw that he had some connection with the county magistrate."

"That's why he became the deputy hall master."

The old woman waved her hand. She didn't want to get involved in the internal strife of Kamikaze Hall.

"I was just grumbling."

"You will be responsible for the next batch of goods!"

"When the time comes, I'll let this girl contact you!"

"If Ma Fushan makes the same mistake again..."

"You understand the consequences."

The old woman's pure black eyes looked at the golden and red clouds, illuminating the sky and the earth.

She pointed the crutch in her hand at Xueqing, the maid behind Fenghuang, and then pointed at the guest room.

"Three sacrifices are offered, two of which are already prepared."

"Since you want to serve under my lord, you will take the lead this time!"

Feng Huang turned around, took out a bright red wedding dress from somewhere, and put it on Xue Qing.

"Miss……"

As Xue Qing opened her mouth, a cold light flashed.

Feng Huang swung the dagger in her sleeve and directly cut off Xue Qing's pink tongue.

There was a tray in the old woman's hand, on which lay a pink object.

With the Phoenix Dagger in hand, he strode towards the guest room.

But the old woman stopped her and said, "Leave now while the villagers are still asleep!"

"I'll send someone to carry him to the temple later."

“The most pious heart must be naturally fresh.”

The drums and gongs were loud and the crowds were bustling.

Feng Xuan is like a fat and strong pig.

His four legs were tied and supported by a long pole.

The two men worked together to carry it into the temple in the center of Heishui Village.

The ancestral hall, which was supposed to enshrine ancestors of all generations, now houses a tall statue of a god.

Feng Xuan took a quick glance, but only saw a huge red cloth covering the entire statue.

The old woman was dignified and solemn, wearing a long animal skin robe.

It was a whole tiger skin, cut and made.

"Dog boy, are the things ready?"

The groom Gouwazi, wearing a big red flower in front of him, walked quickly to the old woman.

He took out a cloth bag from his arms, opened it, and placed it on the tray.

The two eyeballs rolled back and forth.

The old woman frowned: "Why are there only two?"

Gouwazi touched the back of his head in a simple and honest manner.

"One is from my father, and one is from my mother."

“They still have to work in the fields.”

"If both eyeballs were gouged out."

"What else should I eat? What should I drink?"

Hearing this, the old woman just waved her hand and signaled Gouwazi to go down.

One of the guests, however, tightly grasped the steel knife hidden inside his robe.

The other person put his hand on this person's shoulder.

"Yang Qi, hold on."

“Don’t lose the big picture for the small.”

"There's something strange about Blackwater Village."

"The source of all strange things is this mountain god."

"When the sacrifice begins, I have my own methods to find out the details of this mountain god."

"As long as he is not a legitimate god appointed by the imperial dynasty."

"The hairy mountain god is nothing to worry about!"

On the surface, Yang Qi suppressed the urge to draw his knife, but shook his head in his heart.

"Zhao Gongli has been hanging around in the county for too long, and no longer lives up to his former nickname, 'Dragon-Patterned Mad Chi.'"

The old woman held a cane high in her hand.

"The majestic Jingting, the magnificent divine power."

"I now offer you a three-inch jade tongue, to carve out its exquisiteness and silence its falsehood."

"May my heirs be careful in speaking of heaven and earth, so that no disaster may enter their path."

A wind suddenly blew in the temple, and the red cloth on the statue fluttered, revealing a bloody mouth.

The pink in the plate slowly floated into the air in full view of everyone and turned into the "mouth and tongue" of the mountain god.

"Give me another pair of dirty eyes to blind his stupidity and eliminate his spying."

"I beg you to calm your anger and not investigate the foolishness of the people, but to protect the chaos as it was before."

The red cloth flew high, revealing the mountain god's empty eyes.

The eyes in the plate were as fast as the wind, and in just a moment, they turned into the "eyes" of the mountain god.

"In the end, I will reveal my true heart, revealing its fiery passion and proving its loyalty."

"I pray that the Holy Heart will witness this blood and flesh alliance and forever suppress the wolves and tigers."

The old woman lowered her head, took out a bone knife from her bosom, and stabbed Feng Xuan in the heart.

(End of this chapter)