Begin immortality by slaying demons

Chapter 150 I count to three (Thanks to the leader of Brother Happy Tyrannosaurus)

 Qingzhou, Linjiang County.

There was an endless stream of vendors and walkers on the long street, which seemed to be the same as usual.

Facing a much larger number of guests than before, the storyteller in the tea house tried his best to earn two more coppers. Unfortunately, there were more people listening and fewer people willing to pay.

The common people in Shengdou could not understand the situation, and could only get a few pieces of information about the relationship between Qingzhou masters and demons from embellished rumors.

 But a keen sense of danger is the instinct they rely on for survival.

Sighed when he saw the Yamen officers patrolling the streets, or there were a few more strangers in the city with strange faces and solemn expressions.

So the brown rice in the pot was replaced with coarse bran, the two pieces of oil residue in the bowl were replaced with black pickles, and the saved copper coins were exchanged for grain storage and hidden in an inconspicuous place at home.

A carriage drove slowly through the long street and stopped outside the slightly old Demon-Suppressing General's Mansion. It looked like it had not been renovated for many years.

In front of the door was an old man with trembling hands, holding a broom and carefully sweeping the fallen leaves.

It seemed that he was still a little deaf. It was not until the coachman grabbed the reins to stop the demon horse and shouted three times in a row that the old man raised his head in confusion: "Who are you looking for?"

The next moment, the figure walking out of the car made him subconsciously throw away the broom, try to stand up straighter, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Huang Jian is here to follow the general!"

The young man tied his hair with a hollow black gold crown, wore a large cloak with a ferocious wolf swallowing the moon, a yin and yang fish pattern embroidered on the collar, a precious jade girdle around his waist, and a three-foot ink knife slung across his body.

All this means that the other party is the master who guards Linjiang County.

But that young and fair face made Huang Jian full of regret and self-blame. He couldn't even remember the other person's name even if he tried. He was really old and useless!

The young man nodded his chin and said in a gentle tone: "Shen Yi has something to report to General Chen Qiankun. Please inform the old man."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Shen, wait a moment, I'll go right away, I'll go right away..." Huang Jian seemed a little flattered, turned around excitedly, and then patted his forehead hard.

He looked back and said, "Sir, General Chen is not in the house."

It seemed that Huang Jian's previous shouts had shocked the inside, and several young captains rushed out quickly. Seeing Shen Yi's dress, they were stunned for a moment, and then one of them seemed to remember something: "You are Qingfengshan... Master Shen, hurry up." Please come in!"

The young captain reacted very quickly and remembered the ban. The other party's killing of the dragon was a top secret. Even he overheard half of the sentence when the two generals were chatting. Then he was whipped three times by the general and ordered Get out of the camp yourself.

“I didn’t expect that Old General Chen would even invite you back.”

Several people invited Shen Yi into the mansion with greetings: "Master Shen, are you going to Shuiyun Township?"

 “What happened?” Shen Yi stopped.

The captains looked at each other and sighed: "I don't know why the Yangchun River Shui Tribe went crazy. The three Jiao Lords suddenly left the river, causing violent injuries and killing people. Most of the monster hunters have come to hunt them down. General Chen wants to Staring at that old dragon...

"The Yangchun River is more than four thousand miles in length, and the two ends are even outside Qingzhou. How could it be so easy to guard?"

 “That’s all, you’d better get there quickly.”

The captains did not dare to say it bluntly. The Yangchun Jiang Jiao Clan was clearly trying to keep the old man alive. Unless General Chen was exhausted, the old dragon would never appear.

Other followers were running along the river bank, cooperating with the monster hunter's ability to track down monsters, and they must capture the three-headed dragon king as soon as possible.

“Don’t go yet.” Shen Yi shook her head.

This journey is not in a hurry, both the green and red awns and the sky-breaking sun bow have been restored.

But the Heavenly Demon's outer elixir is still empty, and Bailu's demon elixir has not been used for the time being. After all, the fifth transformation took nearly 3,500 years, and the current demon's longevity is obviously still lacking.

“What are you doing?” The lieutenants were a little confused.

 “Go and make some extra money.” Shen Yi took out the silver bell and passed the news into it.

 Soon, the nearby demon hunter pointed him in the general direction.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man's eyes flickered, like the divine eagle looking into the distance, suddenly soaring into the sky, and then turned into a breeze and swept across the sky. The captains had never seen such a method displayed by their personal generals, and they all stood there in astonishment.

 …

 Linjiang County, Qiping County.

 At this time of turmoil, a large local family contributed money to build a new temple.

It is said that the Yangchun River God can ensure smooth weather, marry a wife and have children, and deter evil spirits.

 I don’t know whether it is true or false.

 But Qiping County can be considered a large county, not a remote place like Shuiyun Township.

Building a wild temple by the river and building one in the county are completely different concepts. But surprisingly, the Demon Suppressing Division didn't say much. They just sent two captains over to take a look, and there was no more. People took care of it.

 It is probably because the people were too nervous and in urgent need of spiritual sustenance.

Because of this, the incense in this newly built new temple was extremely popular, and people who came to offer incense formed a long queue.

 In the temple, the statue of the **** sits solemnly, with his palms flat on his knees, a luxurious Liuyun shawl hanging down, and a straight sword on his waist. The sculpture as a whole is ink-colored, and it looks more solemn and murderous.

Pilgrims knelt on the futons one after another. As news of the death spread, their prayers changed from holding a fat boy to wishing for the health of their families.

 In this situation, there are two things that are extremely abrupt.

First, there was a long queue outside the temple on the mountainside. Dozens of people dressed in various costumes gathered in scattered directions. Occasionally, they reached out to touch the bell hidden in their belts.

 Then there is a tall figure in the temple who neither offers incense nor prays.

 “The Yangchun River God?”

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his hands and found that the statue was looking down at him indifferently. The smile on his face became more intense.

 The lip angles are becoming more and more exaggerated.

Until I couldn’t help but burst out laughing: “Hoo...ha!”

“In front of me, do you call yourself the **** of Yangchunjiang?!”

The fifth prince Jiaojun smiled unabashedly, which inevitably aroused the dissatisfaction of the pilgrims, who all looked over with frowns.

In a flash, he suddenly stared back.

A pair of fiercely red eyes shocked all the pilgrims, and the less courageous ones became incontinent on the spot.

 “What? I am not qualified to comment on your wild god?”

 “It’s better than this.”

The Fifth Prince of Jiaojun seemed to enjoy this kind of pre-appetizer play. He put away his anger and smiled calmly: "Now I plan to eat you. I will count to three and see if your river **** will..."

Before he could raise his finger, Jiaojun suddenly noticed that all the pilgrims around him had their eyes widened.

 The next moment, a popping sound suddenly sounded in my ears.

After searching carefully, he found a blood-stained white palm sticking out of his throat.

When the palm was removed, he looked back tremblingly, and what came into view was a slightly swaying black cloak.

 The young man stood sideways, holding the scabbard with one hand and looking at himself indifferently.

 (End of this chapter)