Heard that I'm a boss in the heavens?

"Am I meddling?"

Shen Xianyi almost laughed out of anger, pointed to his nose and asked again: "I'm nosy?"

Are you ghosts cannibalistic?Am I meddling when I step on a horse?

"Master Shen is still talking nonsense with them, or just accept it completely."

Yan Xizhen had no intention of stepping forward to help, and actually found a place where there was no fire to watch a good show.

The reason why Shen Xianyi was so annoyed was because he was said so more than 100 years ago.

That's right, he has remembered this shit for more than 100 years.The person who said this may have been turned into a pile of bones or ashes or something, but he still remembered.

The reason why he chose to live in seclusion alone in his later life was also because he was hurt too deeply by this sentence.He was the one who hated hearing this the most in his life, and now that he heard it again, his calves were so angry that his calf twisted. He didn't regain his senses until he heard Yan Xizhen's words.

He stretched out his hand to pull it around, and shouted: "Take it!" The enchantment circle formed by the eight talisman seals shrank rapidly, and finally netted the more than 30 female ghosts together like a transparent net.

The shrill screams kept coming and going, so loud that Yan Xizhen was rewarded with a silence spell, and the world became quiet.

Shen Xianyi couldn't help giving Yan Xizhen a thumbs-up, and threw the net of eight talismans together with the group of female ghosts into the reincarnation formation roughly.

Let's leave this mess to the judge himself.

Shen Xian moved the Sanwei Zhenhuo, undid the enchantment spell of the group of people, and turned back into a little black crow, aggrieved and lying on Yan Xizhen's shoulder.

He was still thinking about the phrase "mind your own business".

The lustful ghosts in the house were relieved of the curse, and slowly woke up, and found that they were lying in a rotten grass shed, and couldn't help jumping up one by one.

"What's going on?"

"My day, beautiful women? Wine? A night of passion?"

Yan Xizhen noticed that everyone got up, only the fat businessman who was possessed by a ghost did not move. He squinted his eyes and waited calmly.

After waiting for a long time, a faint puff of black smoke quietly rose from the merchant's body. The black smoke circled around the room and flew out at an extreme speed.

Yan Xi really saw it, raised his eyebrows lightly, and a small part of the primordial spirit that had already been separated also chased them out.

The fat businessman was lying on the ground as if he had lost his soul, motionless.Soon some of his subordinates noticed the abnormality: "Boss, boss has suffered!"

After hearing the words, all the subordinates gathered around, pinching people, pinching the tiger's mouth, and some directly slapped their hands and bowed left and right, shouting at the same time: "Boss, boss, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Xianyi's face ached when he saw it, and he wondered if this person had offended many of his subordinates so much that he deliberately beat him like this to vent his personal anger.

A group of subordinates seemed to become more and more addicted to fighting, and they lined up one by one, eager to try.

Just as everyone took turns queuing up to vent their anger, the sky outside seemed to brighten a little. This golden light flashed like a shooting star across the sky, and then disappeared quickly.

At the same time, the fat businessman woke up.And a young man who just rode up and raised his hand, was unlucky enough to be caught on the spot before he could get off.

"Dog, are you hitting me?"

The fat businessman sat up covering his face, and lifted the young man who was riding on him.His face was swollen from the beating, and he looked fatter again, and it was still blood red, which looked scary.

While touching his face, he pointed at the young man and cursed: "You are dead, everyone (yourselves) pay for all the expenses from the back to the escape!"

Gouzi sat on the ground with a grievance on his face, and said aggrievedly: "Boss, I didn't hit it, it really wasn't me, I haven't started fighting Mai yet~"

"You haven't hit Mai yet, and Lao Tzu's face is swollen like a pig's head before you hit Mai! I'll beat you to death!"

The little young man howled and sprinted around, making the other guys laugh.

Except for Uncle Liu, no one noticed that the child and the little black crow in the room had disappeared at some point.

And in his hand, there was an extra golden amulet.

=======================

In the noisy tavern, a group of detectives were discussing the strange things that happened recently around the fire with unlucky faces.

"Just say it's strange or not, a good person was sucked up just like that." Said Captain A.

"Who says it's not... I heard that the higher ups have invited Taoist priests to practice the technique, but let me see, Xuan." Policeman B said.

"I think the people above are knowledgeable. The county master ordered our brothers to handle this matter. Tell me, can our brothers handle this matter?" Police C said.

"What you said is true. The county master just came here, he knows what a fart..." Ding Ding picked up a peanut and was about to put it in his mouth, but the peanut seemed unwilling to be eaten by him. He jumped off the chopsticks and rolled away.

A pair of small boots stepped into the tavern. The owner of the boots was a handsome little doll in red clothes and red trousers, with a little black crow on his shoulder.

The little baby spoke, with that unique childish voice, soft and soft, very nice: "Uncle, I heard that you have been having a rough time recently?"

These detectives have been in a state of desperation recently and have no time to play with the children at all.One of the policemen said impatiently: "Hey, you little baby, stop asking around, the less you know, the safer you are, understand?"

"understood."

Yan Xizhen smiled friendly, the little crow on his shoulder flew down and pecked each of them on the head.

A few police officers shouted and watched the little baby go away, and then continued to chat.

Fast catcher A: "Hey, it's bad luck to be pecked by crows in the middle of the night."

Catcher B: "Forget it, it's okay to be pecked by crows, and you will die if you are entangled by blood bats!"

Policeman C: "Keep your voice down, you are so loud that you are afraid of that... Can't you hear me?"

Policeman B: "Hey...that's what I'm going to say. Tell me, this blood... that thing has disappeared for so long, why did it come out again? Is it because our group of people burned less paper and money, and didn't burn as much as before? Do you recite scriptures every now and then?"

Captain Ding: "When you said that, I remembered that the proprietress of Fulu Inn let me go there yesterday, saying that it was a memorial service."

Detective A: "It's time to pay a memorial service, shall we go?"

"go."

After discussing with each other, several policemen walked towards the Fulu Inn, but someone had already arrived before them.

Shen Xianyi lay flat on Xiaodouding Yanxizhen's shoulders until he entered the inn and was placed on a small wooden stick hanging on the window sill. He was still thinking about how he was killed three days ago People scold this question of "meddling their own business".

"!"

Until he found himself standing on a small wooden stick, he was startled and flapped his wings.

Xiaodouding Yan Xizhen has transformed back, resting his chin in one hand and holding a piece of dogtail grass in the other, teasing him.

Shen Xianyi: "..."

He pressed the dog's tail grass with his paw, and raised his head arrogantly.

Shen Xianyi disdains, what fun is there in grass?I'm not a real bird!

Yan Xizhen still had his chin propped up, watching him dig open the dog's tail grass with interest, and continued to tease him persistently with the heavy, fluffy tassels.

From the corner of Shen Xianyi's eyes, he glanced at the tail of the dishonest puppy jumping around, one of them didn't pay attention, and grabbed it in one bite.

Shen Xianyi: "..."

What's wrong with me?Have you really turned into a bird?Why would I be fooled by something so childish!

No matter how Shen Xianyi struggled in his heart, Yan Xizhen showed a happy expression, and the grass dangling in his hand became more diligent.

Shen Xianyi's gaze was involuntarily fixed on the little foxtail, jumping left and right to follow the rhythm.

By the time he reacted, he had already crunched the puppy's tail in his mouth.

"..."

At this moment, Shen Xianyi's heart is broken.

He resignedly threw the culprit out of the window and watched Yan Xizhen blow out the oil lamp.

Spiritual bodies such as gods and immortals do not actually need to sleep and rest. Their body parts are different from human beings, and they only need to absorb the spiritual power in the world to maintain their lives.This is true for people like Shen Xianyi who have gone through the catastrophe and shed their mortal wombs, and this is especially true for an upright god like Yan Xizhen, so Shen Xianyi knew that he was not asleep at all.

He said to Yan Xi, "Has the old ghost come out?"

Yan Xizhen: "No, I set up a formation, he can't absorb Yang Qi, he will come out soon."

Shen Xianyi knew that Yan Xizhen's upright formation was just a matter of snapping his fingers, maybe he didn't even need to pinch the formula, unlike him, who drew both symbols and formations, and he was convinced of this.

Although the lamp was turned off, the holy light was still reflected on Yan Xizhen's body like an ever-burning lamp. His long eyelashes were closed together, and his nose fluttered gently with his breath, looking quiet and peaceful.

Shen Xianyi seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, and squatted down on the strings of the bed.After staring for a while, he stuck his head into the wing and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found that he was no longer in the inn, but by a small river with lush water and grass, singing birds and fragrant flowers.

Yan Xizhen turned into Xiao Douding again, sitting by the water, kicking the water with his boots.

Shen Xianyi flew over and landed on Xiaodouding Yan Xizhen's shoulder.

"Is this the illusion of that old ghost?" Shen Xianyi asked.

"Ah."

Yan Xizhen pointed to the other side of the river with his chin: "Here, there it is."

Shen Xianyi looked in the direction he pointed, a woman in colorful clothes was combing her hair by the river.

Her long hair fell into the water like a waterfall, and her hand holding the comb was as white as white jade.Above her head was a pink cherry blossom tree, and the falling petals fell on her gauze skirt, which was gently carried away by a breeze.

Shen Xianyi was attracted by such a scene, and couldn't help wondering what kind of peerless face such a woman had.

Just as he flapped his wings and wanted to fly over to have a look, a man came from a distance.

It was one of the catchers I met in the tavern just now.

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Jiamai: Sichuan dialect, also means the beginning.