A black-robed man behind him took off his hood, revealing an ugly face full of flesh and blood, green eyes, and two inch-long fangs exposed outside his lips. It was obviously a corpse.

I saw it opened its mouth, a pale corpse gas spewed out, and the corpse that fell on the ground, the flesh and blood of this person festered in an instant, turning into wisps of blood gas that floated in from the crack of the palace gate.

Soon, the corpses on the ground disappeared without a trace, not even a trace of blood left.

Then the remaining three black-robed refined corpses jumped over the palace wall.

On the other side of the wall, in mid-air, there were eighteen blood jade bottles of the same style, which were pouring, and streams of extremely thick scarlet liquid flowed out from the mouth of the bottle.

Among them, the resentment and evil spirit diffused and merged, forming a semicircular blood mask, which was buckled upside down on the ground.

There seemed to be groups of leech-like things wriggling on the wall, clinging to the wall densely, with no gaps visible.

The three refined corpses jumped towards the blood mask, and when they touched it, they turned into a pool of blood and melted into it.

Inside the blood mask, an old man in sackcloth collapsed on the ground in a daze. This man was haggard, with sunken eye sockets. Apart from the bones, there was only a piece of skin left on his body. He looked no different from the mummy. .

The blood soul inside the hood seemed to be extremely afraid of the old man, not daring to approach him at all.

"Forget it, since the so-called five sects in Nanzhou have already reacted, the blood souls can only be collected here now, and we will make plans later. But these people are also useless people who slaughtered seven million mortals , unexpectedly only refined less than a hundred thousand blood souls." The old man said calmly.

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and focused, not saying any more.

After a long time, his right index finger moved slightly, as if something had been moved, and an invisible ripple spread between the heaven and the earth.

The next moment, the hundreds of thousands of blood souls in the mask suddenly started crying and howling, and instantly turned gray and white, condensing into gray beads the size of longan cores, and at the same time erupted a gloomy coldness.

The old man opened his mouth and took a breath, swallowing it into his stomach.

Soon, the man's skin, which was as dry as tree bark, became extremely crystal clear, as if finely carved from white jade.

After the blood soul was turned into ashes and consumed, the old man also turned into a childish-faced and white-haired man.

He moved his body, sat up with difficulty, and twisted his neck.

Suddenly the man's face changed, and he saw a magic subduing pestle with shining silver flames inserted straight from his chest and pierced out from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a palm appeared out of nowhere and rested on his shoulder.

"Fellow Daoist has done too much." An old voice sounded behind him.

Before the sound fell, petaled golden lotuses manifested all around, and golden light gushed out from the ground, shining in all directions.

Then with the sound of a bell, a phantom of a Buddhist bell more than ten feet high was seen covering the two of them.

"The fate of this seat is really hard to describe. First, I finally came across the Negative Spiritual Channel, but was plotted by Yinyue, a lowly maid, and was backlashed by the power of space. Instead of being able to ascend to the spirit world, I fell here, suffered heavy injuries, and exhausted all my magic power Lost, so that he could not move for more than ten years, and almost fell. Now he has managed to slow down a little, but he has attracted fellow Taoists." The old man said with a sigh.

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In a mortal city medical center more than ten thousand miles away.

A white-haired old man in common clothes was feeling the pulse of a middle-aged scholar with a haggard face. Judging from his appearance, he was clearly aware of this person.

Jueming, who had worked for seven or eight years in a small tribe in the desert of the vast sea, has now become a doctor in the secular world and has been practicing medicine for more than ten years.

Nanzhou didn't like Buddhist monks at all, so he went to do as the Romans did, and his hair grew.

And when the sackclothed old man displayed his supernatural powers, he suddenly felt a wave of fluctuation between the heaven and the earth, and couldn't help frowning.

"Old Ming, can I still be cured of my illness?" The middle-aged scholar asked anxiously when he saw that he was silent.

"Your illness is caused by exhaustion from studying and exhaustion of mind. After returning home, rest for a few days to rest your mind and work in the field for a period of time to strengthen your body." Jueming said slowly.

This middle-aged scholar has studied books all his life, but he is still unwilling to give up the imperial examination. The old wife at home is weaving and working in the fields, and she works hard to support him.

A doctor is not only about curing diseases, but also about saving people. Jue Ming hopes that this person can see this and no longer cling to the so-called Four Books and Five Classics and the words of sages.

Hearing this, the scholar breathed a sigh of relief, and then thanked him repeatedly. As for what will happen after returning, it is unknown.

"The old man still has some things to do, so I won't keep you here. Yu Wen, come here for a consultation." Jueming called out.

"Master, wait a minute, I'm coming."

In front of the medicine shelf, a middle-aged man who was grabbing the medicine answered loudly, and continued to prepare several medicines, packed them and handed them over to an old man whose clothes were patched, and then Yin Sheng instructed a few words .

After finishing all this, he walked quickly, changed places with Jueming, and received the patients behind him.

This middle-aged man is the young man that Jueming met from the vast sea and desert, but he has no spiritual roots.

Before Jueming left, he took this person away, taught him how to read and write along the way, and gave him Huang Qi's skills.

Now more than twenty years have passed, and this person is nearly forty years old, and he is quite accomplished in medicine. Of course, he also knows that Jueming is a monk, and he also knows that he has no spiritual roots and cannot practice.

However, as a slave, he is already extremely satisfied with the good life of having a wife and daughter, and he dare not ask for too much.

After Jueming got up, he walked towards the backyard.

Then, he stepped into the space crack and disappeared.

The next moment ~lightnovelpub.net~ he appeared in Fan Guo's Lenggong, and when he noticed that there was a lot of resentment here, he couldn't help frowning, and then restrained the old man in sackcloth without saying a word.

"When Taoist friends stirred up the rules between heaven and earth, it happened that the poor monk was not far away, so it can be considered that you and I are destined for each other." Jue Ming said slowly.

"The deity would rather not have this kind of fate. However, it is really unexpected that there can be such a person as a fellow daoist in such a barren land." The old man in sackcloth gave a wry smile.

"A barren land? Nanzhou is also considered a barren land in the eyes of fellow daoists. Dare I ask you where did you come from? Which fellow daoist is the Yinyue you mentioned just now?" Hearing this, Jueming was a little surprised.

"Old man Luo Qi belongs to the imperial family of the Great Jin Dynasty. As for Yinyue's lowly maidservant, she is the Supreme Elder of the Six Paths Demon Sect. Sure enough, those juniors who refine Qi and build foundations cannot know the details of the world of cultivating immortals here. Dare to ask for your friend's name. ?” Luo Qi asked.

"The poor monk presides over Jue Ming for the White Horse Temple in the West Desert. Fellow Taoists have sinned too deeply. You should follow the poor monk back to the temple so as not to cause disaster to the world." Jue Ming said.

(end of this chapter)