Uncle Jiu: I punish the criminals according to the will of Heaven, and you say I’m arrogant?

He himself is not valued, so how can he know the true strength of the Ren family?

"So, you are nothing in the Ren family?"

Shi Shaojian asked in surprise.

"Yes, Taoist priest, how did you know?"

Shi Shaojian: "..."

If this kid can grow up, his Earth Virtue Fate may have already brought out all his abilities for the next life.

Ignoring the two Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chicks transformed by Fu Meng, Yang Lingxiao's attention was attracted by a particularly special aura. After careful perception, he found that the aura was somewhat similar to that of the Xuanyuan Sword.

Following that breath, I saw another "Qiu Sheng" holding a big knife and staring at the surroundings. He looked away after a while.

Just as he was about to leave, the sword in his arms suddenly shook, and then a particularly gentle voice came out, "Erwu, don't leave yet, there is a master beside you!"

"Master, what kind of expert is this? Could it be the Eight Immortals?"

The man who looked exactly like Qiu Sheng's eyelids twitched, his body quickly became tense, and then he slowly arched his body.

The sudden action made everyone in Dongnanxibei and others look over there. Their eyes were as sharp as knives, and were mixed with splashing thunder.

I never thought that these days there are still people who worship Duke Wei to improve the criminal law.

Most of these people are executioners. They believe in Wei Zheng, Duke of Wei, and practice the law of punishment. Most of these people have a cold aura and give people the feeling that strangers should stay away from them.

"Don't panic, those Taoist priests are all masters. Go and pay them a visit. Maybe they can help us kill the eight ghosts!"

The golden knife shook again, and the faint sound rang out from it once again.

Master, are you sure?

None of those people look like good people. The aura they exude is heavier and more fierce than yours.

Which good Taoist priest carries two swords on his back?

The look in his eyes can kill evil spirits!

"Just go when I tell you to. Stop talking nonsense!"

There was a hint of disappointment in the voice of the golden knife.

The executioner's biggest taboo is to judge people by appearance, but he still hasn't learned it after all this time. As a Taoist priest, it's normal for him to have a fierce and powerful aura, right?

"Yes, master!"

Erwu came over with a wry smile on his face.

Before he could get close, Shi Shaojian glared at him and he stood still.

How come this kid looks exactly like that guy named Qiu Sheng? He has shifty eyes and keeps looking at his elder brother. He is definitely not a good person.

His eyes were wandering and his expression was weird. Did he want to backstab his own senior brother?

Line up, line up!

Didn’t you see the number plate you grabbed?

"Let's talk somewhere else!"

"go!"

Yang Lingxiao withdrew his gaze from the golden knife, and then instructed several fellow disciples beside him, "Golden Knife, Two-Five, isn't it among the Eight Ghost Immortals?"

He had almost forgotten the specific content, he only remembered that after Zhong Kui married his sister, he showed his Dharma image and stuffed those ghosts into his stomach, as well as the beautiful He Xiangu Yu Canhua.

"Shao Jian, you and Fu Meng stay here and look for any clues!"

Leaving the man and the dog still glaring at each other, Yang Lingxiao turned around and walked towards the charity cemetery.

Since there are Erwu, there must be the Eight Ghost Immortals. The ones who killed the Ren family convoy might be them.

Soon, in the charity cemetery.

"This place is sheltered from the sun. Master Yuan, please come out and see us!"

Although the golden knife is just an ordinary golden knife, because it can kill evil, it has become an extraordinary magical weapon.

To be precise, it is a spiritual weapon!

Spiritual weapons are similar to magical weapons, but they are more spiritual.

Coupled with Captain Yuan's willingness to become the spirit of the weapon, this golden sword is no less precious than the sword of Shi Shaojian's master.

"Buzz!"

The golden knife shook slightly, and Captain Yuan, dressed in armor, slowly emerged from the golden knife and suddenly appeared in front of several people.

“…Is it a weapon spirit?!!”

The four people from the east, south, west and north were also startled by the sudden appearance of Captain Yuan.

As they were familiar with the Maoshan classics, they naturally knew what a weapon spirit was. In Maoshan, there were only two magic weapons that possessed weapon spirits. One was the Qiankun Ziwu Magic Sword, the symbol of the leader, and the other was Maoshan's true treasure.

Xuanguan Zhenyu Peak was created when the three True Lords and Ancestors achieved enlightenment, using the decree from the Emperor Dongyue and the unique crystal stones from the heavens to refine it.

And today, they saw another one.

"Yuan, I pay my respects to this Taoist Lord!"

Captain Yuan just took a look and then took the lead in bowing to Yang Lingxiao, calling him "Taoist Lord".

He has killed more than dozens of vicious people. Over time, he has developed a pair of special eyes that can barely see a little bit of people's origins.

In his eyes, Yang Lingxiao had an awe-inspiring aura and was indescribably noble. Moreover, his blood and energy flowed like waves, and he was protected by thunder and lightning. Such a person could definitely not be just an ordinary Taoist priest.

He can also see through his origins at a glance, which is enough to see through his extraordinary strength.

With this in mind, the Taoist priest mentioned by Captain Yuan also became the Taoist Lord.

"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"

"I am Yang Lingxiao from Maoshan, a poor Taoist priest. I am not worthy of the title of Dao Lord!"

Yang Lingxiao waved his hand and answered with a normal expression.

The title of Daojun is not something that can be given casually.

Yang Lingxiao, Yang Lingxiao of Maoshan...

Isn’t the eldest senior brother of this generation of Maoshan called Yang Lingxiao?

"Pfft!"

Thinking of this, Captain Yuan bent his legs and knelt down.

He was not afraid of the Eight Ghost Immortals when they were alive, and the same was true when they were dead, but the martial arts practiced by those eight creatures were such that the more people they killed, the stronger they would become.

If they really become powerful, let alone relying on just 250 people, even if there were ten of them, I wouldn't be their match.

"master……"

"Two-five, you kneel down too!"

"Daoist Lord, I beg you to take action and kill those eight evil spirits. As long as you can kill them, I, Yuan, will be at your service until my death!"

"Captain Yuan, there's no need for this. Please stand up!"

"As stated in the Maoshan precepts, good and evil must fight each other for life, and it is my duty to exorcise demons and eliminate evil!" Yang Lingxiao flicked his sleeves and helped the spirit and the man up.

Maoshan precepts, the opposition between good and evil, a lifelong struggle.

This sentence is never just talk.

If you practice Taoism without observing the precepts, how can you expect to obtain the true talisman?

"Captain Yuan, please tell us more about those ferocious beasts!"

"Yuan obeys your command!"

Captain Yuan no longer hesitated, and regardless of the strange look of his disciple Erwu, he quickly recounted the story of the Eight Ghost Immortals and what had happened.

Even the origins of the eight people were not left out.

Outside the town.

"Fu Meng, you dog, you are the spiritual beast under the command of the great Maoshan master, why do you only attack from the lower three directions?" Shi Shaojian asked while rubbing his thigh and holding Fu Meng's dog mouth and lifting him to a treetop.

This bastard is really mean.

"Get lost!"

"You almost pulled out my tongue!" Fu Meng struggled while trying to make Shi Shaojian, who was carrying him, look very happy.

Suddenly, Fu Meng's obscene eyes turned fierce, as if he had noticed something.

The scent of the ghost corpse was the same one he smelled.

"People are coming!"

The man and the dog looked down and saw a woman in white appear at the back of the crowd of onlookers.

……