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Bai Wuchang's blurry figure appeared, we really met, and he said politely: "Zhang Daoyou, why are you looking for me?"

For the unhappiness in the past, what should be forgotten is of course forgotten, and there is no need to mention it.

Looking at the Taoist priest who has already advanced to the Jindan state, he was attracted by the invisible virtuous canopy covering Guanzhu Zhang this time, otherwise he would like to cool off a bit more, and friends must have a sense of proportion.

Seeing that Bai Wuchang was willing to show his face to meet Zhang Wenfeng, he was overjoyed. He inserted the incense into the censer, pointed to the slough on the ground, and briefly explained the matter, expressing his meaning euphemistically. On the eighteenth floor of hell, Bai Wuchang has no such rights, and he must correct his attitude when he asks for help.

Bai Wuchang didn't need to pay attention to the grievances among the mortal monks, Taoist Zhang begged him, and he didn't refuse to shirk.

He took out a booklet and compared it with the remains on the ground. The booklet flipped quickly and stopped at a certain page. It’s more troublesome to ask ghosts for help.”

Zhang Wenfeng was obedient and acquainted, seeing that Bai Wuchang wanted to help him, he said with a smile, "Can I ask Fellow Daoist Bai to order one or two? Please tell me in advance what kind of sacrifices or items you need, and I will see if I can achieve them.

If it is really troublesome, or the cost is too high, he has to consider whether it is worth it.

He himself would definitely not pay for it personally. If the item was too expensive and rare, others would inevitably suspect that he had swallowed it, and it was impossible for him to ask Bai Wuchang to type a letter.

Bai Wuchang nodded and said: "I'll give it a try. If it can be done, you can draw a talisman for me."

The leaders of the ten halls of ghosts in the Nether Realm are able to relate to each other. In that position, who can not ask for ghosts for thousands of years, right?It just so happened that he was acquainted with a few ghost chiefs of the same status in the third hall, and what was inconvenient in the eyes of others was really not a big deal in their eyes, and there were too many things that could be manipulated.

It is not difficult to circumvent the judge to rectify ghosts and let them go to the eighteenth hell.

Zhang Wenfeng heard that Bai Wuchang agreed, and clasped his fists in joy: "What talisman do you want to draw, can you tell me?"

Bai Wuchang was not pretentious, he directly took out a leather scroll and some black thin jade, and said: "You have merit and virtue, and it is not difficult for you to draw the 'Yunzhuanji Yinfu', but it will wear you down a little bit. Some merit."

Zhang Wenfeng understood, carefully read the drawing requirements of Yunzhuan Ji Yinfu, and the sequence of starting, inheriting and turning, and nodded in response: "No problem, I will practice for a while, and I can draw."

The two reached a simple deal, and in their jokes, the tragic fate of Old Monster Xue's ghost in the Nether Realm was decided.

Chapter 646

Walking out of the underground secret room, Zhang Wenfeng flew into the air, and randomly threw the unnecessary slough in front of the crowd, he did not take away the treasures, robes, bracelets and other items on the slough.

All the spoils of this battle will be distributed by Fa Yuan and Bai Lichun.

"There is an eight-point certainty that the ghost of Old Monster Xue can be left in hell to be punished forever, until his soul flies away. In the past seven or eight hundred years, as many as 800 people died directly at his hands. He really left behind, He wants to take advantage of some of the rules in the yang world to cause chaos and offenders or create mass murderers to go to the third hall of the underworld, use him as a dao slayer to escape, and then reincarnate to harm the world again."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and briefly explained the confusion. He chatted with Bai Wuchang for a while, learned some secrets that are not taboo, and continued: "He wants to use the rules of the underworld to escape, but there are other rules that can punish him. To find fault, Too easy, he miscalculated."

He didn't finish his words, he took a step back and thought about it, in case Old Freak Xue escaped, he would just kill him again when he met him in the future.

Regarding Zhang Guanzhu's words, the three of Xianlingguan, including Zhu Xun, Zhou Fushi, Bailichun, and Fa Yuan, believed deeply. As for the others who doubted, Zhang Guanzhu would not explain too much. It is already very satisfying to settle the feud with Bai Wuchang.

Even if his merit is exhausted, it will slowly recover in a few months, which is not clear to Bai Wuchang.

If he waits to do business with both ends at the same time with no capital business, he will also lose favor and benefits.

Everyone talked politely to Guanzhu Zhang, Yang Shuilan was worried about Xiao Ni'er who went back early, sent the flying sword to the little guy but didn't return, said goodbye, and hurriedly flew west.

The aftermath was arranged by Fa Yuan, Bai Lichun and others. Zhang Wenfeng walked into the Xingyun Boat parked on the top of the reef a few miles away, and saw Wan Boqi who had lost his legs and was healing inside.

"Don't get up, you can just lie down, hey, fortunately, your life is saved."

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand and pressed it, feeling deeply: "Senior Brother Wan, don't think too much, with a little time and practice, you can be reborn with a broken limb, it's like going through a catastrophe, the bumps and tribulations on the road of cultivation, going through the past wind The clouds are light and the mood is different.”

Wan Boqi turned pale, and smiled bitterly: "I don't know the skills of a doctor, so it will be a bit troublesome to restore."

That sword cultivator was really too fierce, with unparalleled combat power, and injured several people in a row. Fortunately, he sacrificed the Panlong Ruyi obtained from the cave of Merlin's master ancestor, and used it to block the fatal blow at critical moments. In a ruthless manner, he restrained the arrogant sword cultivator who was close to him with the entangling rope spell in Ruyi Treasure, and won a moment of opportunity for the other companions. He also suffered a second blow and broke his legs because of this.

Looking back now, I still have goosebumps.

Sometimes a large number of people does not necessarily mean great power, and they seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. When people are in a disadvantage, people are not in harmony, and various disadvantages harm people.

He was almost killed by his avoiding companions, and he gained a lot of wisdom after eating for a while, only because he was inexperienced and his cultivation was not fully mastered.

Zhang Wenfeng murmured: "Don't worry, I'll ask a fourth-order friend who knows the art of regenerating severed limbs to help you. Heal the injury first, and at most it will take another year or a half."

He saw that Chen Qingqiao had broken his arm, and he didn't take it seriously. He was participating in the subsequent division of the Duxian Islands, and he would chat with Chen Qingqiao later.

The two chatted for a while, Zhang Wenfeng got up and left without disturbing too much.

I found Chen Qingqiao and had a chat alone.

For Guanzhu Zhang's request, Chen Qingqiao agreed with a smile, thinking it was a big deal, but why is it so serious?He waved his one arm and threw himself into the heated discussion again.

Zhang Wenfeng is not very interested in how to manage and change the cultivation environment of the Duxian Islands.

This is a land of exile and punishment for a long time, leaving too many monks cursed, and the long-term accumulated resentment and killing have created the evil and original sin in the bones of most people born here.

There are descriptions in the classics that even humble mortals look at people from behind, and their timidity and evasion also carry the viciousness and resentment that once gained power.

It can only be said that reincarnation is a skilled job, without a certain foundation of yin and virtue, to be born in this sinful place, compared to being born in the Eastern Continent, is a lifetime of sadness.

With Tu Kun and Lu Zijin participating in that loud voice, he was happy to walk around leisurely.

Within ten miles of the collapsed ruins of the city, there is no human life, even the trees and crops have lost their vitality, green and withered.

Zhang Wenfeng "saw" the fleeing people, dragging their families, holding cows and holding chickens, fleeing for their lives in the countryside far from the southern cities, not daring to make too much noise, for fear of offending the gods in the sky and punishing them with destruction.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhang Wenfeng fell to the ground, went in and out of the simple firewood yards alone, and used magic to collect the dead bones, whether they were people, livestock or poultry, they could be buried in the soil for peace, and he chanted scriptures in his mouth to save him.

Most of these people's souls were devoured by evil gods, and there was no afterlife. Occasionally, some remnants remained hidden underground.

He used scriptures to soothe the remnant souls and cleanse the resentment and hostility of the remnant souls. At night, he would recite the scriptures to save the souls, end their suffering, guide them to the underworld, and clean up this place.

In another direction, Monk Fanan is doing the same thing.

In the affairs of the world, someone has to think for the living, and someone has to sing for the dead.

In the afternoon, Lu Zijin, the big black guy, ran over and told the viewer that Xiao Ni'er had set up an ambush in the waters of Scattered Island, and joined forces with Daying Xuegong Dajijiu who arrived behind to kill the jackal who was resting.

Lu Zijin stayed to collect the bones for a while, he was so bored, he found a lame excuse to slip away.

Busy until sunset, Fayuan, Bailichun, Zhou Fushi and others have finished their assignments. The dynasties in the Eastern Continent will respectively send third-tier monks to assist the two fourth-tier masters guarding the Duxian Islands.

Bailichun found Guanzhu Zhang, who was covered in dust and sand, and explained everything in detail, even the distribution of the spoils.

"This is ten pieces of chalcedony, ten pieces of fifth-grade crystals, and some rare materials selected from the spoils. I would like to thank Guanzhu Zhang for a little reward for his efforts in communicating with the underworld. The gift is meager, please accept it."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and politely evaded a few words, and accepted the gift that was just in need.

Chatted with Bailichun for a while, expressed his condolences for the fall of the great celestial master Gu Yunping, and refused Bailichun's request to test himself to take over the position of the great celestial master. , does not need the name of the great celestial master who has been running around.

Pushing the boat along the way said that he would recommend Master Baili to take over the post of Great Celestial Master.

Bailichun and the fallen Gu Yunping are both monks of Tianlongguan, they were taught by the same sect, and it is reasonable to inherit the legacy. Besides, the positions of Taoist supervisor and great celestial master have always been controlled by the four old sects, and he does not need to compete with others. With a false name, the sect will slowly develop and grow. When the time comes, it will be hard to say who can lead.

As dusk fell, Bailichun, who had received a verbal promise, left with a smile.

Several figures appeared in the dead and silent countryside, and they followed suit one after another, picking up the dead bones and putting them in the ground.

Zhang Wenfeng raised his head and looked far to the north. In the wilderness, in the grassy ditches, there was a little guy covered in mud, his eyebrows and nose could not be distinguished, crawling alone and struggling, crying in fear and helplessness.

There is no answer in the lonely wilderness.

Chapter 647 Can't Have Both

Rescued the dirty little guy out of the ditch like a clay sculpture, and washed it clean with a light rain technique. Zhang Wenfeng was surprised to find that he was only about six or seven years old, a black and thin child who couldn't tell whether he was a boy or a girl, and had a good cultivation qualification. .

The rags and patches on his body were still rotten, and he couldn't see the true color of the sackcloth. The child was barefoot, and the trousers were hanging up to his knees.

Skinny, with a swollen stomach that couldn't be covered by the rags, he had never seen such a frighteningly thin child.

"What about your parents, why is no one caring about you?"

Zhang Wenfeng dried off the water stains on the child with a wave of his hands, folded wet branches on the side of the road to build a fire, and a flame appeared at his fingertips, quickly dried the branches and firewood, and burned them blazingly. April nights are damp and cool.

The child showed fear in his eyes, and shrank to the side until the stranger took out a bowl of dry food from nowhere, made clear water, put it in, stirred it with chopsticks, and turned it into hot and fragrant mushy food, swallowed hard, and took it out of his arms. Guarding the broken bowl, he bowed timidly: "Master Immortal, please do me a favor, let Gouwa have a bite, Gouwa will kowtow to you!"

He stretched out his hands to hold the child who was about to kneel and kowtow skillfully. Zhang Wenfeng had already seen that it was a little beggar. He guessed that he fell into a ditch with the crowd while fleeing for his life. Voice.

Handing the bowl and chopsticks to the child, watching the child gobble up most of the bowl of mush, licking the bowl clean, obviously not full, but stopped begging, and asked again: "Where are your parents? "

Fill the bowl with half a bowl of clear water and signal the child to drink.

The little beggar shook his head: "No more."

He drank the water in a few gulps, wiped the empty bowl with his rags, and handed it to Master Immortal with both hands. This is the experience he learned from begging countless times, and the same person can only beg once a day.

Zhang Wenfeng put away the bowls and chopsticks, pointed to a large deserted village behind him, and said, "I'll get rid of all the unclean things in the village later. You can ask the villagers to come back and live there, and nothing will happen."

The little beggar picked up his broken bowl and put it in his arms, bowed and saluted: "Thank you, Master Immortal, for the reward."

He ran towards the northern path in the dark and ran so fast that he didn't dare to turn his head.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to warm the fire, pressed his palm down, and the fire suddenly went out. He turned around and walked into the darkness, collected and buried the dead bones of the few remaining yards, walked back slowly, took out the incense sticks and lit them up, chanting Recite the scriptures for salvation, walk around this large area, and call out the remnant souls hidden underground.

With his current reciting skills, the resentment and hostility of ordinary remnant souls can be washed away in a short time.

After being busy in the middle of the night, he also ran around the area where Monk Fa Nan had passed, leading the remnant souls to the Nether Realm, and then returned to the cleared area near the ruined city. Many people were already sitting cross-legged on futons in the open air. Lu Zijin and the others went somewhere.

The next morning, after a long journey, more than 50 third-level monks who flew over more than [-] miles arrived, escorted by Zhou Zhi. I heard that the last fourth-level monk who slipped through the net took a detour by the sea to go to Qianxi, the westernmost place. The island country, intercepted by the little mud lurking in the water, was besieged and surrendered.

Shui Qingru and Chen Zhong came to Xianling temple. After meeting with the temple master, they obeyed Fayuan and Bailichun's assignment and set off with the team to Duxian Island. More than 50 people will be divided into several teams and go to different places. On the island, preach the rules for the future, and order all third- and second-tier monks to go to Duxian City and Wandering Island to register and receive new identity cards.

Anyone who disobeys orders will be killed without mercy!

In troubled times, heavy codes are used, and all countries send monks who are good at fighting.

Zhang Wenfeng stayed on Wandering Island as a temporary guard, and accompanied Wan Boqi, who had lost his legs and was recuperating in the Xingyun Boat, to chat occasionally to relieve boredom, and other people took care of the rest of the mundane affairs.

Chen Qingqiao lacked an arm, so he could not stay idle to direct a few third-rank monks to choose a site to build a stone house, use magic to level the foundation, and use soil methods to take stones for walls. It is not too easy.

"The mortals living in the Duxian Islands are all descendants of former monks. In addition, there are too many monks who have to be killed every millennium. The resentment is heavy, but uniquely, the number of people with cultivation qualifications here far exceeds that of other continents. "

Chen Qingqiao crossed his chin with one hand, and stood on the reef with Guanzhu Zhang, talking: "I plan to choose three young children with good qualifications, bring them back to the sect for training, and slowly nurture them to wear away the innate resentment in their bodies. If there are too many, the pups will be difficult to feed, and if there are too many, it will be a bad thing.”

Zhang Wenfeng understood Chen Qingqiao's reminder, and after talking for a while, in the next two days, he walked around many towns and villages on Wandering Island, which is more than a hundred miles in size, and found many good seedling children who could cultivate.

When I came back, I passed by the dead silent area with an empty courtyard for more than ten miles. I saw smoke rising from one of the households. I glanced curiously. , wearing cloth shoes that fit her feet well, with a happy smile on her little black face.

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head with a smile. The little beggar went to other empty yards to collect a lot of clothing and food. Clothes, supplies, and food piled up in the room. He was too greedy. After all, he is still too young to know the true evil of the human heart.

Ignoring it, I went back to the site where many stone houses were built near the ruins, walked into Yunzhou and chatted with Wan Bo, then came out to say hello to Chen Qingqiao, and lived in one of the stone houses.

Suddenly half a month passed, Lu Zi, who had wandered around outside, came back, went straight to the residence of the temple master, and talked about where he had gone to protect a group of monks to perform tasks during this time, and killed several groups of unruly people. The cultivator who dared to resist showed off the treasures he had collected, such as egg-sized spirit beads, human-high red coral, fist-sized unpolished spar, and so on.

After a night's rest, Lu Zijin flew west alone in a hurry. He couldn't wait for the temple master and others to go back in a cloud boat. Xiao Ni'er sent him a message with a flying sword. of.

Zhang Wenfeng is not in a hurry. For him, he is practicing everywhere. When he walked out of the city-scale stronghold, he saw a group of little guys chasing and running. Rolling and crawling, crying and shouting: "Master Immortal, help, they robbed all my things, and even broke my legs..."

Nosebleeds and tears flowed, looking sad and pitiful.

The middle-aged and middle-aged boys who were chasing after him saw that there was really a master fairy coming forward, they were so frightened that they turned and ran as fast as rabbits.

They stopped again in the distance, and when they looked back, they saw that the immortal master did not kick the little beggar away, but picked up the dirty little beggar and brought him into the city gate. They were shocked and hurried home.

The empty yards outside the city are almost scattered and divided up.

Chapter 648

In late May, when the plums and peaches on the island are fragrant, the silver-white cloud boat soars into the sky and flies westward through the clouds.

To be able to leave this homeland with bad memories of pain, white eyes, disgust, beating and scolding, and almost dying of hunger several times, Gouwa has no trace of sadness, and can change to beg in a place where rich people don't let dogs bite him, yes He is happiness.

He was black and thin and short, barefoot, with bruises on his face, and he stared fiercely at the other three little guys who were huddled in the corner and weeping softly. Go talk in a low voice.

After a while, he became the king of children, and agreed to go outside to cover the three of them.

He put on a pair of new cloth shoes that didn't fit very well barefoot, and fastened them tightly with cloth straps so that they wouldn't fall off when he was running. He had three extra coarse-grain pancakes in his hands, which were willingly given to him by three taller and stronger children. Just a few more casual questions.

The three children were all carrying small bundles prepared by the family, and the food and supplies made him envious.

He tore and swallowed the pancakes he earned. If there are good things, he must eat them as soon as possible, otherwise they will be snatched away. The few of them in the corner of the cabin seemed to have fallen asleep quietly, the little beggar became more and more courageous, and he had to teach the three younger brothers the rules of paying tribute.

Chen Qingqiao glanced at Guanzhu Zhang who was sitting beside him, and sighed: "I'm still a child, this is too domineering, everyone knows that there is a rule to pay tribute every day, where did you learn it? You don't care?"

After more than a month of repairs, his left arm was as good as ever, but it was a little too tender, so he simply covered it up with his sleeve to hide it from others, and after a year or so, he fully recovered.

He has already taught Wan Boqi of Lingbao Temple how to restore broken limbs and regenerate them.

It is not difficult for those who meet, but not for those who are difficult. It may take half a year for Wan Boqi to repair the broken limb.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a chuckle: "The wolf's ambition is obvious. Let my second senior brother have a headache later, he has a way to teach the children. How about letting them go to Qingshui Temple, and you will help me discipline them for two years?"

"The three temperaments I chose are so weak that it's enough for me to worry about it. You can think of good things and be the shopkeeper."

Chen Qingqiao categorically rejected the old friend's jokes. A soundproof barrier was installed between the back cabin and the front cabin. Long slats of dark wood.

"I heard that you are looking for the Tongtian tree. I got this 'Shadow tree', which ranks ninth on the spirit tree list, from Faraway Island. It is almost two thousand years old. You can take it if you see it is suitable for you."