The autumn wind blows and all things wither.

The earth is vast and desolate.

There were no people along the way, and there were only a few villages. The land was vast and sparsely populated, but I saw a few ancient temples on high hills.

This is Chazhou. Although it is still under the jurisdiction of the Wei Dynasty, it is no longer a place in the Central Plains. Except for the Wei people, most of them are Rakshasa people, Rong people, and Xiyi people. The biggest one in Chazhou is not the governor, but the Northern

King of Chassis.

People here do not believe in Buddhism, but they believe in Buddhism.

Buddhism came from the north thousands of years ago. In addition to the deep-rooted Daoism of the Wei Dynasty, Buddhism and Taoism flourished in the four kingdoms of Zhou, Yu, Shu, and Chen.

A donkey pulled a cart past, and the wheels of the cart crushed the loess on the ground, leaving two rows of ruts.

The Taoist sat cross-legged in front of the car, blowing the wind, and meditated quietly.

General Donkey looked at the dead trees scattered around, weeds everywhere, and even the mountains were bare, showing that the land here was barren.

moan and groan.

"Master! You need to prepare more good ones in the future, otherwise there won't be anything good to eat or drink on the road ahead."

General Donkey despises poverty and loves wealth. What he likes most is the prosperous downtown of Kyoto, and what he dislikes the most is the remote countryside.

"General Donkey is interested. Your master and I have already prepared enough." The Taoist had already anticipated everything.

"There's a little donkey too!"

"Sir, you see, General Donkey has lost a lot of weight recently." After hearing this, General Donkey immediately turned his head and yelled.

"Peace of mind." Kong Chenzi responded calmly.

General Donkey immediately felt at ease. The master still remembered General Donkey’s hard work and hard work along the way.

The Taoist then continued: "Although the road to the northwest is barren, there is still no shortage of fodder."

The clouds and mist shrouded it, and it emerged.

Yunjun looked at the sky and the surroundings sensitively: "Daojun! Why do I feel that there is something weird in Chazhou?"

Kong Chenzi remained calm, as if he had already sensed something abnormal: "What's abnormal? Tell me?"

Yunjun's perception and consciousness are the most powerful and broad among the protectors, and he looks around.

"A strong sense of depression is pressing in my heart. There should be some powerful existence in Chazhou, but I can't find any trace of Qi, and the smell in the air is different."

"It smells like the power of incense, but it feels different."

"This Chazhou is not normal."

Kong Chenzi nodded.

"Don't worry."

"Now that I'm here, I can always see it."

Going further, I saw a deserted village.

The village has been abandoned for who knows how long. The road passes directly through the village, and the earthen walls of the houses have been blown away by the wind. Only half or even the roots of the walls are left.

At first glance, it looks like a ruin.

The donkey cart gradually approached and reached the entrance of the village, trying to pass through it along the road.

But when they got closer, they discovered that there was a man in a rough linen cloak sitting at the entrance of the deserted village, as if he was waiting for something.

He also heard the sound of the donkey cart approaching and immediately turned his head to look over.

What was revealed was not a human face, but a mask of a laughing grimace.

The originally scary ghost face, with the addition of a few funny beards, no longer looks so scary, but more friendly.

He was sitting on the side of the road holding a broad-bladed long sword and a golden sword. No matter how he looked at it, he felt like he was robbing the road.

The donkey cart passed by and headed directly towards the village.

"Hello!"

The man finally spoke, trying to stop the donkey cart and the Taoist priests from entering the village. But listening to the voice, the man sitting at the entrance of the village with such a fierce and fierce attitude, like a bandit, turned out to be a woman.

"There are monsters in the village, please take a detour!"

Her voice was long and lazy, weak, but not cold.

The donkey cart was still moving forward, and the man on the cart sat quietly with his eyes closed, as if he didn't hear his shouts. Only the donkey looked back at the man, but he kept walking.

Wearing a mask, you can't see your expression, but your words reveal everything.

"whispering sound!"

"He's another guy from outside. He's so stubborn that he doesn't know how to live or die."

Not long after the donkey cart entered the deserted village, the things inside sensed that someone had entered the village, and the ground began to shake.

The road ahead was arched layer by layer, as if something was moving underground, heading towards the donkey cart and the Taoist.

Then it burst out of the ground.

I saw a giant scaly beast three feet long rushing towards the donkey cart, carrying flying rocks and sand.

In this deserted village, there are indeed monsters just like what the man said.

This is a pangolin monster. It has been hiding underground and has been hungry for several days. At this time, it finally saw people and couldn't bear it anymore.

On the donkey cart, the Taoist still meditated and understood the Tao without moving his body.

But the donkey pulling the cart had a sinister smile on his face, looking at the three-foot-long monster body in his eyes, he almost drooled.

If the master doesn’t prepare anything for you, just do it yourself and you’ll have enough food and clothing!

You can have a good meal today.

General Donkey swung his mouth, his tongue dangled in his mouth, and the fire was surging in his mouth. He was thinking about whether to steam or braise it.

A figure shuttled past, pointed its toes on the top of the carriage, leaped up and struck the monster with a knife.

This long knife was also a magic weapon, and it directly cut through the strong scales of the monster, causing blood to splash everywhere.

"You monster, don't hurt anyone."

The donkey general was stunned and didn't know whether he should take action or not. When he spit out fire, not only the pangolin was cooked.

The person is probably familiar with it.

The pangolin demon let out a mournful cry and immediately fought back in anger.

He directly carried the injury and knocked the ghost-faced man into the deserted village. The walls kept collapsing. The ghost-faced man didn't know what kind of magic he was practicing. His body was extremely strong. He was not injured in this way, and he was still fighting with the monster.

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It seems that this is not the first time that the pangolin has fought against the ghost-faced man. The two are extremely familiar with each other during the fight.

One has a sharp sword, and the other has a demonic body that is so powerful that a fight would be half a pound.

The moves used by the Ghost-faced Man to kill monsters are extremely fancy, and each one of them is extremely handsome. He shouts the name of the move while fighting back.

It was clear that the person he was killing was just a little monster who didn't even have powerful magic skills and only relied on his monster body to show off his power, but he still displayed the momentum of a peerless battle for 300 rounds.

Finally, he cut off the head of the pangolin monster with a single blow.

"Kacha!"

The monster's huge head rolled to the ground, and the ghost-faced man was exhausted and took out a golden bowl from under his wide burlap cloak.

The golden bowl bloomed with golden light, drained the pangolin demon's demon blood essence, and sealed it into it. Finally, it was put into the sleeve of the ghost-faced man, leaving only a demon corpse.

The ghost-faced man then took out a piece of cloth, wrapped the pangolin demon's head, which had shrunk several times and dried up, and carried it on his back.

General Donkey stared at her, this guy was really good at eating everything!

At this point, the ghost-faced man finally stopped.

As tired as a dead dog, he struggled to get close to the donkey cart, held on to the handle, and looked at the Taoist in the cart.

He was breathing heavily, and his chest was shaking constantly.

After panting for a long time, I finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"I played so wonderfully, why didn't I exclaim and be grateful?"

Kong Chenzi was stunned for a long time. Facing his expectant gaze, he finally could only awkwardly slap his hands: "Pah!"

"whispering sound!"

His eyes were obviously very happy, but he said with disgust.

"Too perfunctory."

"Isn't my posture just now not handsome enough?"

"Or is the action of killing demons not sharp enough?"

The ghost-faced man was muttering nonsense, but the Taoist above said nothing, just looking at his mask.
To be continued...