Today I hold the world

In the snow at the foot of the mountain, drops of blood pierced through the small cave. The skinny old man knelt with his head in his arms and howled madly. He tried his best to restrain himself, and his scarlet eyes gradually became calm and clear.

If Xie Xuan hadn't arrived in time with Ying Zhaoshou, I don't know what the old man would have done.

According to Yushu, the old man was originally normal. He came down the mountain, respectfully paid respects to the Zhike Pavilion, and wanted to meet the master. Unexpectedly, when he was talking, he realized that something was wrong with him, so he turned around and went down the mountain again. He ran away, and as soon as he reached the mound at the foot of the mountain, he couldn't control himself and went crazy. He beat the spirit power and spells like he was out of control, and the sky and the ground were full of earth spirit power.

There are really too many people who came to visit today, and there are quite a few groups standing in the distance, all of whom are watching a play.

Xie Xuan pointed at the old man who was kneeling on the ground panting in embarrassment and cursed: "You madman, why don't you just stay in the old den for recuperation when you are sick, why are you so crazy when you run to my mountain gate?"

Yingzhaoshou exuded the aura of golden core and pressed down on this man fiercely, his long gray and messy hair covered his face, except for a few splattered bloodstains on the bone-piercing snow, his torn sleeves were all covered.

Bodhi stared at the old man with divine wisdom for a long time, and said to Xie Xuan: "This senior's lifespan has long been exhausted, and his cultivation seems to have fallen sharply. The power of the earth spirit scattered around his body is thick and pure. , which is mixed with filthy and evil spirits, and the two forces are constantly confronting each other, which may be the main reason for his madness."

Xie Xuan waved to Yu Shu who was beside him: "Little Yuniang, you go back to be on duty, leave it to me here."

Then he cupped his hands coldly at the people who were watching the theater in the distance: "There is nothing serious here, all visitors, please go to the Zhike Pavilion and wait a while. My family's big day is approaching, and we will inevitably encounter some small troubles. Please bear with me."

Those people were all savage cultivators, seeing Xie Xuan with a golden core beast, they bowed their hands and persuaded them politely, and they all returned their salutes and walked towards the Zhike pavilion on a high place.

The three people who stayed in place looked at the old man vigilantly, and when his hands dropped to the ground and his gaze completely returned to normal, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he is a foundation cultivator, so Xie Xuan didn't want to be too mean. He scolded at first, but then said with a cold face: "Senior, can you stand up and raise your head? Tell me why you broke my small formation outside the mountain?"

Ni Jinjin looked at the old man motionlessly, and when the old man struggled to get up, his head was slightly raised, his eyes were shocked, and for a moment, he unconsciously cried suspiciously: "Master?"

This call from Master surprised Xie Xuan and Bodhi greatly.

"Brother Ni, are you kidding, he is your master?" Xie Xuan asked in a daze.

puff~

The old man spit out the black blood in his mouth on the snow, his back gradually straightened, revealing his complete face, his messy gray and white beard stuck to his neck with thick blood, his cheekbones were high, his face was long, his eyes were calm and tired, panting Qi tried his best to show a smile: "Hehehe~"

This hoarse chuckle made Ni Jinjin ignore Xie Xuan's response, and sprinted two steps and knelt down in front of the old man, "Master, it's great that you're still alive."

The obvious situation, Xie Xuan scratched his head, 'What's this called? While speaking, he waved his hand to indicate that Yingzhao Beast had accepted the oppressive power of Jindan.

Ni Jinjin's filial heart is still there, he lost his position at this moment, he just hugged the old man's leg tightly, he never thought that the master who tried to protect himself to escape and was surrounded and killed by more than a hundred ghosts was still alive.

The old man's eyes were complicated, but he was more compassionate and loving. After touching Ni Jinjin's bald head, he folded his hands and apologized to Xie Xuan:

"It's really impolite. This old man came here to visit the bell master of your sect because of his fame. He didn't want the evil spirit in his body to break out suddenly, causing damage to your sect by mistake. Please don't misunderstand me. I don't mean to be provocative. No amount of compensation will be owed to you."

Xie Xuan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ni Jinjin who was kneeling there, and waved his hands vigorously: "Forget it, since I am brother Ni's master, and senior did not do it unintentionally, I will report myself to the door and take my salary for any loss Compensation will do."

When the incident happened suddenly, Xie Xuan, who was originally angry, was a little at a loss. After thinking about it, he said again: "Hey, since I have something to look for, I should go back to the door and neglect you."

Yunzhou came out, pulled a few people onto the Yunzhou, and soon returned to the Duanshuiya Square, explained to Sha Datong, and led the old man to the side hall first, because there are still people talking about it in the main hall of Chilong. thing.

It's easy to treat people with proper status. Now that the old man is considered a guest, Xie Xuan told him that Zhong Ziyan was talking with other guests, and asked, "Why did you come here, senior?"

The old man reported his surname as 'Lin', and he simply cleaned up the filth on his body, and the bones could be clearly seen under the thin clothes. People with exhausted life energy usually look like this.

"I came here this time because I have a secret treasure to give to Master Zhong." When he said this, his tired eyes were rare and unfathomable.

Xie Xuan and Bodhi looked at each other, first taught Ni Jinjin to talk to the old man, the two left the side hall and walked towards the main hall, "Bodhi, what do you think this old guy wants to do?"

Bodhi responded solemnly as he walked: "Where there is profit, there must be something to ask for. This person's lifespan is exhausted, and the evil spirits in his body are already dying. Su Wenzhong's predecessors have supernatural powers to dispel evil spirits. He must have heard the rumors and came to seek medical treatment. road."

"Smart, little monk, your brain is definitely not in vain. Although the old guy is the master of Brother Ni who has been dead for many years, Gou'er and I feel that he is not a good person. A major event is approaching. The master master is working hard every day. If he has You have to be on guard against any evil thoughts." Xie Xuan stroked his short beard thoughtfully.

The two came to the main hall of Chilong and learned that the people talking inside had not dispersed, so they sat on the side corridor and waited. After waiting for more than half an hour, they saw Zhao Chong and Zhengming come out.

Xie Xuan stepped into the hall quickly and saw Zhong Ziyan drinking spirit tea, so he explained the matter clearly and expressed his doubts and worries.

Zhong Ziyan got up and smiled, "No problem, you pass him in."

Xie Xuan ran out of the hall in two steps, and about half a moment later, he brought the old man into the hall again.

As soon as he entered the hall, the old man bowed his hands, "I have seen Master Zhong."

Seeing that Xie Xuan didn't plan to go out, Zhong Ziyan let him sit and listen, and asked the old man, "Your fellow Taoist has a relatively familiar face, where did you come from?"

The old man responded with a smile, "This old man is a casual cultivator, originally surnamed Lin, who is dying. He has been wandering around the Huaishan area for nearly 200 years. The noble family has been here for less than 30 years. It is normal that the head of Zhong doesn't recognize the old man."

"Oh? No wonder, can you tell me the name of that fellow Taoist?" Although Zhong Ziyan was still smiling, his brows were slightly condensed.

The old man hesitated a little, and said, "Old Woodland Dragon."

Zhong Zi frowned furiously, "You are...the five ghosts of Huaihe River, the hand of Dixuan ghost!"