A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

After hearing Anuo's recitation of Mo Qingai's words, the headmaster was so angry that Yu Jian flew straight to the Kongyingtan, talking all night long to force his junior brother to keep the demon cultivator in the backyard, and asked him to draw the demon energy once a month. Otherwise, if you really become enchanted, it will be a catastrophe for all living beings.

Mo Qingai's response was not because of the Three Realms, but because she wanted to use the demonic energy of the demon cultivator to see who was causing the chaos in her nightmare.

And Feng Ye didn't have a good look at the two of them, and because he was thrown out of bed and hit his head, he was very angry with Mo Qingai, and he would turn a blind eye when he met in the courtyard on weekdays.

A Nuo looked at the relationship between the two of them, and worried several times whether the magic cultivator would take the opportunity to add material to the magic attraction and kill Mo Fengzhu.

However, this unilateral targeting did not last long. A few days later, Gu Jing sent news that there was an evil spirit in a small town in the central plains of the mortal world. A few days ago, Zhixia Mountain had not healed from the wounds from the First World War, so I specially asked Mo Qingyu, Peak Master Mo, to go out of the mountain to investigate the matter.

When A Nuo reported to Mo Qingai with the bamboo slips written by the ancient mirror, his round eyes were full of anticipation. He has been practicing with Mo Qingai since he entered the Kongyingtan at the age of five, and never had the opportunity to go out to play. In this mission, he took it for granted that the peak master would take him there.

But he never expected that Mo Qingai just nodded and asked him to retreat. Anuo hesitated for a long time, "Peak Master, can you take me down the mountain?"

"Your practice is too shallow." Mo Qingai said coldly, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Xiaotuanzi pouted in aggrieved manner.

"If you have something you want, I will bring it for you," he explained in a rare way, "The evil is dangerous, and the life and death of your brothers in the Jindan stage are unpredictable."

A Nuo nodded movedly, and heard Mo Feng say again, "Go and call that demon."

"Him?" A Nuo's eyes widened, he didn't understand why Mo Qingai wanted to bring down a demon cultivator with ulterior motives, wouldn't this mean letting the tiger go back to the mountain, what if he ran away?

"Yin, evil, and evil do not separate families. As a demon cultivator, he should be able to see something, otherwise, would he really think that I, Kongyingtan, is a collector of tatters?" Mo Qingxi paused, "Go and tell the master about it." With one sound, we will leave the mountain tomorrow."

It was the first time for Feng Ye to travel to this world and go down the mountain. Comparing the dark appearance of the prison and the view of the empty shadow lake, where nothing but flowers, plants and trees, there were birds, beasts, insects and fish, the popularity of the town is more suitable for him.

According to 001's information, the small town they came to was named Ruichuan, named after two small mountain ranges facing north and south on the east and west sides. There is a [-]-meter waterfall sandwiched between the mountains, and Ruichuan is located on the alluvial plain under the waterfall. It is a small town with rich soil and water and convenient river transportation. It is a small town with well-developed agriculture and commerce.

Also because of Ruichuan's geographical advantage, it didn't suffer much when Fengye ravaged the Three Realms. Instead, it became a shelter for the surrounding cities, and the population exploded.

In addition, the flow of time in the mortal world is different. Although less than half a month has passed in the Kongyingtan, 12 years have passed in the mortal world. Most of the disasters and plagues have been eliminated by the cultivation world, and the development of the mortal world has returned to a prosperous appearance.

Feng Ye's skills were sealed, and they came with Mo Qingai's flying sword. In order to avoid attracting the attention of the mortal world, the two deliberately landed five miles outside the city.

Just when Feng Ye was full of anticipation and finally able to see other living people, Mo Qingai said nonchalantly, "You are forbidden to leave my line of sight. If you try to do stupid things in vain, don't be afraid of being executed on the spot."

The young man glanced at the man with a sneer, and he really didn't have a good face.

This kind of fickle person is going to be single for a lifetime.

He went ahead into town.

It really is a bustling city, a river runs through the town, there are many stone bridges, the streets are full of vendors hawking, people are coming and going on the road, many people are carrying bamboo baskets to buy things, and there are children chasing and playing on the side of the road, carrying copper coins to buy candied haws and honey cake.

How can there be any evil spirit in this?

The former Mozun raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Mo Qingai.

The man also frowned, facing a small city with the spiritual power of the Mahayana period, it should be clear at a glance where there is evil, but Mo Qingai walked into the city for a long time, but did not notice the slightest thing wrong .

"You won't be assed by your mirror, will you?" Feng Ye's nose moved slightly, and he smelled the aroma of osmanthus honey cake.

Mo Qingyu shook his head, "The ancient mirror is composed of 33 of the best practitioners of the Meditation Sect. They are the eyes, ears, and mouth of the sect. The information collected is rarely wrong—after all, the disciples who came to investigate are indeed missing. , this thing is weird."

He raised his eyelids, and found that Mo Xiu, who had asked the question just now, was holding an osmanthus honey cake on a stick in his mouth, staring at him expressionlessly, and beckoned him to pay.

Mo Qingai paused for breath, and took out a copper coin under the cannibalistic gaze of the vendor owner.

"Isn't it weird that you're too tired?" Feng Ye and his wife stuffed something into their mouths, and then swallowed a can of sour plum juice by the side of the road.

Mo Qingai was slightly annoyed, and after paying the money, she made a trick, making Feng Ye unable to stay three steps away from him.

"Tsk." Feng Ye snorted a disdainful murmur, he cleared his throat, "Hey, what's so weird about what you said just now?"

Mo Qingai turned to stare at him, "How on earth did you become the Demon Lord?"

Feng Ye reacted for two seconds, realizing that this person's face became a little ugly after mocking his IQ, how did he know how this body became the demon king in the first place?He was deceived to death by a white lotus without even noticing.

"There is darkness everywhere." Mo Qingai said, "Darkness is evil, and it is the origin of all monsters. Unless the cultivation sect has the blessing of formations to get rid of evil spirits, no matter how prosperous the city is, it cannot escape the infestation. "

He paused, "The origin of evil comes from resentment. As long as there are people, there will be resentment. Small resentment breeds hatred, big resentment breeds hatred, live resentment breeds evil, and dead resentment breeds evil. Not even the slightest bit of evil spirit, do you think there is any weirdness in it?"

It was only when Mo Qingai said this that Feng Ye realized that the place was indeed too clean, as if it had been artificially made by someone, it was too deliberate.

"But there is no trace of evil spirit, how to solve it?"

Mo Qingai thought for a moment, "Then wait for Xie Chong to come looking for him on his own initiative."

Feng Ye stared at Mo Qingai for three seconds, just when the man thought he was about to say something, Feng Ye touched the pear on the nearby shop and took a bite, and said vaguely, "...Boss Mo, pay the money .”

Mo Qingyu: "..."

While the two were investigating, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly came from the stone bridge in the distance.

The crowd gathered, and Feng Ye could see from a distance that it was a procession of wedding floats, a horse and a sedan chair with about ten people, the bearers all wore red silk on their heads and chests, and the groom was sitting on a date-colored horse, looking really majestic .

"Why is that sedan chair so small?" Feng Ye saw something wrong at a glance, the pace of the bearer was too easy, as if he was carrying a toy.

Mo Qingai nodded, he also noticed this.

"Ah, a foreigner." The stall owner who bought pears explained kindly, "This is our traditional performance in Ruichuan, where puppets get married."

"Puppet marriage?" Feng Ye asked suspiciously.

"It's actually a custom of praying for blessings." The stall owner pointed to the sedan chair, "When a man and a woman get engaged, they will play two pairs of puppets, one representing the bride and the other representing the groom. Walk around to ward off disasters and pray for good fortune, and hope that the family will be happy and happy for a hundred years."

Puppets to prevent disasters?

Feng Ye and Mo Qingai looked at each other, feeling a little uncomfortable. All cultivators know that wood belongs to yang, dead wood belongs to yin, and puppets are even more so in yin. The most basic is the resurrection of the puppet.

Moreover, it is ridiculous to say that puppets are used to ward off disasters. Yin objects will only attract evil spirits to possess them. On the contrary, most evil objects are made of gold, jade and jewelry.

Even ordinary wood carving objects and wooden bead jewelry are mostly worn after entering the temple and offering incense.

"A puppet?" Mo Qingai said suddenly, "Is the groom sitting on the horse a puppet?"

Feng Ye looked up subconsciously, and saw that the person on the horse was really awkward, motionless, his eyes were dull, and he used the magic energy in his eyes to look closely before he realized that it was really carved wood.

"Isn't it, you outsiders don't know, but our Ruichuan's carpentry skills must be very good, and most people will praise their lifelikeness when they see it!" The stall owner said proudly, "The good things are even the hairs of the hair. Now, it's beautiful."

The sedan chair gradually came over from the bridge, getting closer and closer, and a strong sense of treachery lingered in Feng Ye's heart.

He stared at the noisy team, and took a step forward. Unexpectedly, this just surpassed the three-step restriction Mo Qingai gave him, and his body fell backwards like a spring touching the wall, just hitting the wall. A warm embrace.

Mo Qingai pressed her fingertips against the back of Feng Ye's head, pushed him away with some disgust, and rubbed her fingers on the handkerchief several times.

Feng Ye: "..." Who are you insulting?

During the movement, the bridal sedan team slowly passed by, Feng Ye looked sideways, just at this moment a gust of wind blew past, lifting the gauze curtain of the bridal sedan chair.

In the center of the small sedan chair sits a puppet figure in a red wedding dress, with a dark red silk hijab covering his head. There is nothing unusual about it, but Feng Ye's whole body tenses up suddenly.

The eyes covered with demonic energy could clearly see that under the red hijab, the puppet's head was turned [-] degrees and staring straight at him.