Ninth-level fairy

The moon-white woman snorted coldly: "Put this woman down, and I'll let you live!"

"Hehe, what a joke! This is the fruit of my life's work, and you let it go just like that. Do you really think the sword in my hand is vegetarian?"

As Hei Xuan finished speaking, the lightning-struck wooden sword suddenly intersected, and a yellow talisman flew out from his sleeve. Nine of them were thrown onto the wooden sword, and he sneered:

"Evil, try the Dao Master's methods, the Demon-Slaying Talisman—move!"

Suddenly, a fire burst out of his mouth, igniting nine yellow talismans. The tip of the lightning-struck wooden sword pointed downward, and the flames split into two and burned towards the moon-white woman.

The wood in the forest was suddenly lifted up by the woman's hair and blocked her way. At the same time, her hair picked up the bride and flew into the forest.

"Come back!" A black rope was thrown out from Hei Xuan's body, and the female corpse was rolled back.

The moon-white woman suddenly pounced forward, her beautiful face turned into the dark blue color of a rotting corpse, and the blue color on her head surged like spikes and sharp blades, stabbing at the bride and Hei Xuan's bodies.

Hei Xuan sneered: "It is indeed evil!"

A sword slashed out with blue light, and the flames burned the hair, making it crackle.

At the same time, his body also retreated three steps, and Hei Xuan swallowed the blood that was rushing up in his throat.

In this fight, the two men were evenly matched.

The moon-white woman tossed her hair, and the flames suddenly went out. Her ugly face stared at Hei Xuan, and her voice suddenly became full of threats:

"If I can't kill you, can't I kill that old man Zhang? It's not easy to find a pure Yang body that has lasted for sixty years!"

"You dare to threaten me?" Taoist Hei Xuan said grimly.

These words really touched his heart. Without Zhang Youyun, the marriage could not be completed, and he would have to start slowly looking for the pure yang body that he had maintained for decades.

"I wouldn't dare, Taoist Hei Xuan, the head of Yuzhen Temple. Who dares to threaten me? I'm just here to remind you."

As the other party's tone softened, Hei Xuan also softened his voice: "What do you want?"

"After the deal is done, we'll split it 50-50!"

Taoist Hei Xuan pondered for a moment and immediately said:

"it is good!"

He agreed so decisively that the woman began to wonder:

"You didn't even try to bargain. Are you so confident? You're planning to just run away from your debt after you've gotten what you want!"

Taoist Hei Xuan said coldly:

"There's only a moment left before the good time. If you miss something important..."

"Sister, don't waste time talking to him. Get the things first!"

Suddenly, another woman's voice was heard in the woods.

Hei Xuan's heart tightened. The woman's sister had arrived. Before the gloomy words fell, countless green vines suddenly crawled over from around the forest, carrying a fishy and deadly aura, and rushed towards Taoist Hei Xuan.

Taoist Hei Xuan concentrated his mind to meet the enemy and just took out his wooden sword.

Suddenly, all the green vines in front of me retreated, and a sharp scream sounded from the forest, and soon there was silence.

Hei Xuan was stunned, and the Yuebai woman was also stunned.

The sound of suona came from far away and suddenly disappeared in front of the woods.

The moon-white woman disappeared and sneered at Hei Xuan:

"I didn't expect you to have an ambush here. See you later!" The voice faded away, and the figure disappeared into the woods.

Taoist Hei Xuan knew that this was not his backup plan, but an enemy who came to steal his treasures again. He stood up, pointed his sword at the depths of the forest, and shouted nervously:

"Who are you, monster? Get out here!"

A hearty laugh came from the woods: "Master, long time no see!" As soon as the voice fell, a young man came out from behind the woods. It was Du Fang.

Du Fang was wearing a black Taoist robe, exactly the same as the one he wore. His face was quite weathered, and he looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Du Fang threw the body of a tree demon on the ground and laughed:

"Master, I brought my 28-year-old, beautiful little sister with me. I have delayed your dual cultivation. You won't blame me, will you?

Upon seeing Du Fang, Hei Xuan flew into a rage:

"It's you again, you haunted little ghost, why are you always following me?"

Du Fang smiled:

"Master, I have helped you so much. If you don't accept me as your disciple, I will die in front of you!"

"Then you die! I'll watch!"

Hei Xuan folded his hands and sneered. He knew that this kind of person would never die.

really--

Du Fang threw the suona in his hand to the ground, pointed at his nose and said:

"I was kind enough to help you scare away these monsters. As the abbot of Yuzhen Temple, you didn't show any gratitude. Instead, you turned your kindness against me and even tried to make me commit suicide..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Get out of here!"

Hei Xuan placed the sword on his neck. Du Fang glanced at the bride without blinking and said calmly:

"The time has passed, and your bride is about to be cursed!"

When he saw the face of the female corpse, Hei Xuan's face suddenly froze.

Without the blessing of the sedan's Yin energy, the female corpse's originally beautiful face suddenly became like a heated wax figure. The facial features began to melt, half of the nose was missing, half of the lips were crooked, and a piece of the ear fell off.

The originally charming face now looked extremely ugly and weird.

"What's your name?"

Hei Xuan turned his head, murderous intent already forming in his heart.

"Du-Fang"

"Okay, kneel down and kowtow! I'll take you as my disciple!"

Du Fang suddenly smiled and shook his head:

"I never kowtow when I become a disciple, and even those who are my master can't bear it..."

"I can bear it..." Taoist Hei Xuan said grimly. This kid had been pestering him to become his disciple for the third time that day.

Du Fang continued to smile and said, "Your fate is too weak to bear it. If I call you Master three times, you will see the King of Hell after three calls!"

"Will you kowtow or not?" Hei Xuan looked impatient. The good time had passed.

"I said before, I will just call you Master, I won't kowtow..."

Hei Xuan was furious. He thought this person was here to make fun of him. Flames rose in his hands and the long sword suddenly slashed towards Du Fang's neck.

Du Fang's body immediately began to burn.

Strangely, there was no scream, and the burning happened very quickly. In just a blink of an eye, a parchment man the size of a palm fell to the ground.

A trace of doubt flashed through Hei Xuan's mind, "Is this fake?" He picked up the parchment man on the ground.

It is engraved with various runes and cannot be burned through by fire.

Hei Xuan threw it to the ground angrily and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm:

"The clone technique... damn it... it turns out this kid was teasing your master..."

Suddenly, the female corpse that had been standing tilted and fell down. Hei Xuan immediately rushed in front of it and saw that the female corpse's body was beginning to melt like a candle.

With a sudden rush of anxiety, he slashed the trees with his sword and roared loudly:

"Get up! Stop sleeping!"

The ghosts in the grave were startled. Hei Xuan grabbed the trembling ghosts with both hands, and rolled them into a white spirit ball, which he stuffed into the mouth of the female corpse.

The female corpse finally stood up again and regained her beautiful appearance.

He even looked at Hei Xuan with a very seductive look.

A smile finally appeared on Hei Xuan's face. He stretched out his hand and four black pieces of wood appeared in his hand. In an instant, they rapidly enlarged and turned into a black coffin, covering the female corpse.

He looked at the sky anxiously, stuffed the coffin back into the red sedan, and headed towards Zangyun Old Village.

at this time--

In Zangyun Old Village, a candle was burning in the Zhang family’s wooden house, barely extinguished.

A red paper man was hanging in the air above the candle.

There were three incense sticks lit in the incense burner. Old Zhang looked at the incense sticks nervously, and from time to time he looked at the courtyard gate behind him, as if he was expecting something.

Old Zhang's original name was Zhang Youyun, but no one in the village remembered his name anymore, so they just called him Old Zhang.

A bachelor in his sixties, his parents, relatives and friends have all died long ago, leaving him alone in this world.

His only wish in life was to marry a wife before his death and continue the family line.

However, how could a matchmaker come to him when he was poor, ugly, stuttering and almost forgotten by the world? He had been looking forward to this wish for more than 40 years, and it was finally going to come true today.

He worked as a carpenter in a Taoist temple in the city for half a year. Taoist Master Hei Xuan of Yuzhen Temple saw that he was honest and had never touched a woman even though he was over 70 years old, so he was kind enough to introduce him to a marriage.

The auspicious day is the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, at three quarters past three in the morning.

He had never seen what the new daughter-in-law looked like, nor did he know what her family was like.

Taoist Hei Xuan only gave him three incense sticks and a red paper man, and asked him to light them after dark. When the incense and candles were out, he would lead the wedding procession out of the village archway to pick up the bride, and the bride would come naturally.

Although he was doubtful and nervous, for an old bachelor, the bride was a huge temptation. Old Zhang spent all his family wealth to hire a suona band from the town to welcome the bride.

At this moment, amid the sounds of eating, drinking and laughter in the yard, the candlelight flickered three times and finally went out.

As the candle flame went out, the three incense sticks also reached the end.

Old Zhang immediately stood up, ran to the door excitedly, and shouted:

"Get up, get up, the bride is coming, play the music!"

The sounds of suona, gongs and drums immediately began to play in a joyful rhythm.

Old Zhang straightened his wedding gown, picked up the hem of his gown and immediately followed out. As he walked out, he looked at a young man who was still sitting in the yard.

The young man was only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, not from the village. He had a thin face, a package on his back, and a dusty face. As soon as he entered the door, he wrote a letter of request for two taels of silver.

On a happy occasion, everyone who comes is a guest, not to mention that he is so wealthy, so Old Zhang remembered his name very clearly:

——Du Fang

"Aren't you going to pick up the bride?" Old Zhang immediately turned around and asked him.

Du Fang smiled: "Go ahead, I'll help you guard the gate!"

Old Zhang didn't dare to delay any longer and followed the wedding procession.

The wedding procession went smoothly.

Everything happened just as Taoist Hei Xuan said. Four bearers in yellow clothes, carrying a red-flowered sedan chair, were waiting outside the village archway.

The sedan chair was covered tightly, leaving no room for any air in.

Old Zhang wanted to take a peek at the bride's figure, but was pushed aside by Taoist Hei Xuan.

His face was pleasant, and he stroked his black beard with his hand, smiling, "It won't be too late to wait until she's married. Are you so impatient? There's a long way to go!"

"There are many days ahead," these words made Old Zhang very happy.

Yes, he worked hard all his life, suffered despise and humiliation, but when he was buried, he married a beautiful wife. If he told others about this, everyone in the village would praise him. But he thought of the envious eyes of those ruffians.

Old Zhang felt as if his whole body was floating.

He walked briskly, holding the sedan chair pole, and walked into the house.

When the sedan arrived at the door, Old Zhang was about to lift the curtain happily, but was pushed away by Taoist Hei Xuan.

Old Zhang was puzzled and looked at him. Taoist Hei Xuan didn't look at him. He said to the group of people playing music in the wedding procession, "Disperse!"

He took out a purse, threw it into the leader's hand, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. It's getting late now. We have to travel at night. Let's go now!"

As the head Taoist priest of Yuzhen Temple, Taoist Heixuan's words were very effective. The villagers who took the wedding money immediately dispersed.

Looking at the deserted yard, Old Zhang was puzzled and asked, "Getting married like this with no one here is a bit too lonely!"

"That's fine!" Taoist Hei Xuan ordered the sedan bearers to carry the sedan directly through the wooden gate.

The bride entered the main room, the door curtain was lowered, and the sedan chair was carried out again.

Old Zhang immediately greeted: "Is this your relative? Sit down and have your meal before you leave!"

The four sedan bearers carried the sedan silently without saying a word.

Old Zhang stood in the yard in a daze, rubbing his hands awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He glanced and saw the young man - Du Fang.

All the people were sent away by the Taoist priest, leaving only this young man.

Old Zhang immediately smiled and said, "Young man, please take a seat. You're welcome!"

Du Fang also smiled at him, sat next to a fire in the yard, took out a piece of wood and a small knife, and started carving.

Taoist Priest Hei Xuan walked into the bridal chamber, waved to him, and said with a smile: "Come in, it's you who will lift the bride's veil!"

Old Zhang was overjoyed. He straightened his clothes, put his white hair into his hat, spat on his hands, rubbed the wrinkles on his face, took a deep breath, and walked into the room.

In his impoverished imagination, the bride should be wearing a red veil, sitting coyly in a mandarin duck tent. What was a little strange was that the house was filled with candles.

In the red-lit mandarin duck tent, a black coffin was placed on the kang, and the coffin lid had been opened.

Seeing Old Zhang’s eyes wide open, he almost screamed out in surprise.

Taoist Priest Hei Xuan had anticipated all this. He covered his mouth and whispered in his ear, "Don't make a sound. Something went wrong on the way. Just watch!"

Old Zhang nodded desperately, and Taoist Hei Xuan let him go. He took a sip of wine from the gourd and sprayed it on the face of the female corpse in red in the coffin.

The woman suddenly sat up.

Taoist Hei Xuan took out a finger-thick red incense stick, lit it on the ground, helped the woman out of the coffin, and said with a smile, "You can remove her veil. If you are not satisfied, I will help you find another one!"

Old Zhang only felt his heart contracting and his whole body shaking.

Did he marry a living person? Or a corpse dug out of a grave?

Looking at Old Zhang, whose body was shaking like a sieve due to fear, Taoist Hei Xuan patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I have been exorcising ghosts and evil spirits all my life. How could I hurt an honest man like you!"

Old Zhang said in a trembling voice: "Is she... really alive?"

"How about I help you uncover it? Should I get married or should you get married? You don't even have the guts to do that, how can you get married?"

Taoist Hei Xuan was a little displeased and glanced at the lit incense.

That is the soul-soothing incense, which can cover up the corpse gas from the dead. Taoist Hei Xuan is proud of his profound knowledge of Taoism and the secret technique of bringing the dead back to life. With the support of this soul-soothing incense, he can definitely deceive the honest carpenter in front of him.

Under the Taoist priest's urging, Old Zhang's mood gradually calmed down.

Yes, with the headmaster of Yuzhen Temple by his side, he is a great master who even the rich families in the city cannot invite. With him by his side, what evil spirits do he have to fear?

His hand trembled as he finally reached for the bright red veil.