After refusing each other, the old village chief insisted on not wanting his money, and Anyang had to give up.

The hot water was ready soon, and there was also a big bucket for bathing. In order to avoid him being used to it, the village chief asked his daughter-in-law to clean it several times before filling the hot water for him to bathe.

He was bored and tired all the way, and practicing magic was also a difficult process. Now soaking in hot water is a kind of enjoyment. The muscles of the whole body are relaxed, and the nerves seem to relax. Now he doesn’t care about any monsters. Originally, his original purpose of coming to this village was to rest. Now, although there is an additional task of killing demons and eliminating demons, he cannot forget to relax and enjoy.

Anyang has been in contact with Taoist practice for several years, but has been in contact with magic for less than a month. Compared to people who have lived in such an environment since childhood, he is like a wild path and a professional. In addition to cheating people, any Taoist practitioner can see the abnormality of this village. Some people can also see that the tomb is a seal of demons, and use this to infer whether he can handle it. However, he only feels that something is wrong, and he doesn't know how powerful this demon is.

Thanks to his courage and certain strength guarantees, he dared to stay here.

As I was washing, a noise suddenly came from outside.

"Fourth Master, Fourth Master is not good. Luo Mangzi is a ghost. I'm asking your Taoist priest to come out and take a look!"

An Yang's face was slightly calmer, and he was almost finished bathing. He turned over and stood up, put on his clothes quickly, changed into the white robe and walked out.

When he came out of the room, he saw Xiaochan, who was still wet, standing at the door, wearing an extremely loose Taoist robe, looking out carefully. The old village chief's family was killing chickens to cook, and the village chief's daughter-in-law caught a farmer's chicken at a loss. Two men outside the door were carrying a bamboo stretcher into the yard, perhaps because they were afraid that the village chief would blame him or not, so they did not dare to enter. On the stretcher was a simple-dressed farmer lying on it.

"A genius dared to come out to make trouble just now. These things are also brave. Are you not afraid of being caught and eaten as barbecue?"

After walking a few steps outside the courtyard, the farmer's face was black, and his facial features were so dark that he could not see clearly as if he was covered with a layer of black fog. At first glance, he saw the appearance of Yin Qi depicted in Yan Qingzhi's conversation.

Anyang did not hesitate, and pointed his finger at the farmer, which was a magic trick to exorcise evil. The black aura on the farmer's face suddenly disappeared, and his face looked good but bad.

The two men who brought him up were so shocked that their eyes widened, and they sighed that this was the one with real skills. The methods were directly and effective. They were definitely not comparable to those fake Taoist priests who pretended to behave. It was the kind Taoist priest who found the corpse ghost for Zhang Laowu's family. He also used a lot of medicinal materials to cure Zhang Laowu who was possessed.

Immediately afterwards, Anyang was another art of shining Buddha's light. With a wave of his hand, a golden light was sprinkled, completely removing the black air from the farmers' faces.

This hand that looked like a miracle was revealed, and even the village chief’s daughter-in-law who caught a native chicken was shocked. The village chief, who was quick to hear the news, was full of surprise and said that he had met a living god.

The farmer on the stretcher suddenly coughed a few times and opened his eyes. The first thing he did was to struggle. He didn't wake up until he fell on the stretcher and looked around for a few seconds, completely unaware of where he was.

Anyang clapped his hands and said, "Okay, I'm just being infected. Give him some hot water. It's best to have ginger soup, so drive away some cold."

The two men who carried him were stunned for a moment, bowed to Anyang, and shouted to the immortal master.

The old village chief quickly reacted and asked his daughter-in-law to pour hot water and cook ginger soup for the man to drink.

Seeing their fussy look, An Yang was very suspicious of what the previous Taoist priests were like. Even if there were liars among them, at least the Taoist priest who found the corpse ghost for Zhang Laosi to remove evil spirits had real materials. Could it be that he had never used spells?

Soon, the farmer named Luo Mangzi had woken up. The old village chief quickly asked him what was going on. He looked at Anyang beside him and said with lingering fear.

Today, he just came back from the field after finishing farm work, and felt tired. He felt that it was caused by the work of the whole day and didn't take it seriously. He took the cold porridge left at noon and ate it casually. He went to bed early. But just when he was sleeping in a daze, he felt a woman swaying at the head of his bed. At first, he thought that his wife who ran back to his parents' home was angry with him, but when he looked closely, he found that from time to time. This man was much thinner than her wife, and was wearing mourning clothes and mourning cloth. Thinking that the village chief's daughter had just died, he thought that it was a relative of the village chief's family who came to his house to borrow things, and he didn't care whether it was bad or not, so he remembered to entertain him.

As soon as he wanted to get up, he saw this figure walking straight towards him. As soon as he moved, the figure was pressing against him, as if it was hundreds of pounds, and he couldn't even move a finger, only his head could move. Seeing the woman's mouth open and her mouth biting towards him, he made a move, and opened her mouth and bit the woman's chin. Only a shrill cry could be heard. The woman climbed up from him in pain, and turned over the window and didn't know where to go.

And he felt as if he had eaten rotten meat in his mouth, which was extremely disgusting. A stinky stream of water flowed in his mouth. He spit out as soon as he opened his mouth. As he vomited, he lost consciousness and fainted. The neighbor who heard the movement rushed over and carried him to the village chief, otherwise he might not have lived tonight.

Until he spoke in the lobby, there was a foul smell in his mouth, like eating a dead mouse that had been rotten for a long time.

After listening to this story, Anyang couldn't help but sigh, it was a perfect style of Stories from a Chinese Studio.

I felt sorry for the female ghost who came to harm Luo Mangzi. There was only ghost biting people, but no one biting ghosts. I was scared away by a rural man. I was simply throwing away the ghost's face.

It's not like the ghosts in real world movies. They all come and go without a trace. Taking human life is like taking objects. Even Xiaoqian can kill countless people quietly. But I think so, this is a world full of demons and ghosts after all. It is impossible for every demon to be so strong. It is precisely because demons and ghosts often appear that people in this world have lost some mystery, so they are not as afraid of ghosts as people in the real world.

Well, if this ghost appears in the real world, it will be scary without biting people. Just scaring it to death.

And this man was really bold. After drinking a bowl of ginger soup and recovering from his own activities, he felt that he was no longer in a daze. After thanking Anyang again, he went back alone, not afraid of the ghost coming again.

I don’t know how much more courageous this monster, Xiaochan.

Xiaochan was rubbing her hair. It was just when she was so scared that she suddenly saw An Yang turn her head and stare at her. She couldn't help but wonder, and she was not as afraid of him as before.

Although the old village chief's family was poor, he made a lot of preparations to entertain him. He killed the old hen who laid eggs and the rabbits fed in the backyard. He asked about his taste and taste. He made several pots of vegetables, which were typical rural style. A bowl or a large pot filled with a pot of vegetables. It didn't look good, but it was very real. The meat was all big.

Anyang knows that in poor rural areas, there is no hybrid rice or various fertilizers. The grain yield of a mu of land is extremely low, and rent has to be paid. This has led to many farmers who are tired of planting a wide range of land. In the end, the harvest is not enough. Not to mention the chickens that lay eggs and the rabbits that take them to the market, just the white rice is not something that ordinary people can eat during festivals.

It can be seen that the old village chief has indeed put a lot of effort into it.

As Xiaochan was eating, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Anyang quietly. She felt that the meat produced by Anyang was more delicious.

Well, why do you think so much? Isn’t it good to eat meat? And it’s hot?

At night, the old village chief had insufficient rooms. He found Anyang in a dilemma and asked him that it was not convenient for him to squeeze in with his boy.

After being entertained by the old village chief, Anyang really couldn't bear to cause trouble for their family. His hometown is also from the countryside. He knew the hardships of the countryside and was not so particular. Not to mention letting the guests squeeze in a room when treating guests, it was common for the guests and the host to squeeze in to sleep. So he agreed very simply. No matter Xiaochan, who was full of panic and refused to resist, he grabbed her and carried it into the room.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Xiaochan curled up and sat on the bed, holding the quilt and legs, as if she was about to be molested by a little girl, staring nervously in front of her.

Following her eyes, a soft cushion appeared in the room. It looked strange and the material was also strange. Anyang sat cross-legged on the cushion, closing his eyes to rest, and at the same time he was also alert to the movements outside.

Xiaochan could feel the spiritual energy gathering towards Anyang. She knew that this behavior was called cultivation, and she was both envious and scared for a moment.

She also wanted to practice, but she was suffering from the lack of practice.

What I was afraid of is that one day Anyang will succeed in practicing Taoism, and she will kill her like other Taoists. She is even more afraid that once she leaves Anyang, she will be killed by Taoist priests or wealthy wolf beasts.

Finally, at midnight, a sensation came from outside, as if there was a heavy breathing sound.

Anyang suddenly opened his eyes, and even Xiaochan, who was curled up in the corner, was awakened.

A figure was swaying outside, crooked and slanted. A yin energy came to his face, and the figure happened to walk outside his room, and it seemed that it was smelling the strange smell inside.

Xiaochan said in a panic: "Let's go, the corpse is gone, that corpse is alive."

"There are so many monsters in this world. If you stay here, I will be back soon!"

Anyang glanced at her and reminded her that a spear appeared out of thin air in his hand. His mana suddenly covered the spear, and he opened the door and rushed out.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the body wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes flew out immediately, and the powerful force directly smashed the stool on the ground.

The corpse turned over and got up, not like a woman from the feudal era.

The old village chief and his son who heard the sound came out, and the daughter-in-law immediately opened her eyes when she saw this scene.
Chapter completed!