Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

The swaying limbs, the trembling and retractable white fangs, these things twisted together with the percussion ritual music.

The three people dancing Nuo opera in the distance gave Li Huowang a feeling that they were no longer people, but trees.

With the effort of twisting a cup of tea, some kind of high-pitched singing came from behind their wooden masks.

"ㄨㄛˊㄕㄣˊㄑㄨㄍㄨ~~"

This is a singing style that Li Huowang and others can't understand. The tone fluctuates with the sound of the instrument, with a special charm.

Li Huowang and others didn't understand it, but the locals seemed to understand. They closed their eyes slightly, tapped their fingers on their legs, and hummed along with them.

"ㄓㄨㄢ~ㄨㄓㄧㄡˇ! ㄙㄢㄗㄧㄨㄤˊ, ~! ㄨˊㄦˊㄨㄟˊ, ㄧˋ!! ㄍㄨㄟˇㄩˊㄕㄧˋㄧˇㄙㄨㄟˋ… "

After listening for a while, Li Huowang raised his foot and walked forward after hearing nothing.

It doesn't matter if he is strange or not, anyway, he is not a big show, and it has nothing to do with himself.

But just after walking a few steps, Li Huowang saw Lu Zhuangyuan staying there and not moving.

"It's not busy, you all go first, hum! I want to see the drama here, what's the name of it."

Maybe it's his peers who are enemies. It sounds like he is very hostile to those dancing Nuo operas.

"Father, why don't you change it? People here are unfamiliar. Uneasy."

Lu Zhuangyuan suddenly widened his eyes and raised a cigarette stick to his eldest son.

"Oh, you still take care of your father? There are so many people on the street, what's wrong with you?"

Taking advantage of their noisy time, Li Huowang had already led the others to move forward.

After walking for half a stick of incense, they finally opened a guest room in an inn with the word wine hanging on the door.

In an old bedroom, Li Huowang put those things on the table and breathed a sigh of relief.

The two swords, the Daqianlu, the slate scriptures, and the torture tools, all of which are added together in bits and pieces, and the weight is not light.

Picking up the teapot, pouring out a glass of water and taking a breath, Li Huowang's brows suddenly wrinkled.

Bai Lingmiao, who was sorting the quilt, saw this scene and came over. "What's wrong?"

"Try it, is there a strange smell in the water?" Li Huowang handed over the tea in his hand.

Taking a sip with both hands, Bai Lingmiao nodded in surprise. "Really, it has an earthy smell."

"I thought I was too sensitive. It doesn't seem to be the case. The water quality in Houshu is not good."

Li Huowang walked to the window and propped up the paper window with wooden bars. "Wait until tomorrow, let the others go out and inquire about Houshu. It's best to find a detailed map, so as not to go astray."

"Well, okay, I'll listen to you." Bai Lingmiao tidied up the sheets, and reached out to remove the Taoist robe on Li Huowang's body.

"When I was leading the horse, I just saw a well beside me. I'll go do the laundry while I have time now."

"By the way, Senior Brother Li, I remember that there was a dead Taoist boy whose home seemed to be in this town. Shall we send his ashes there?"

Li Huowang's heart moved, and then he remembered that he had indeed heard people say this before.

"Who keeps the ashes? I'll deliver it."

"Now? It's so late, why don't you take a break and go tomorrow."

In the end, Li Huowang still carried the ashes, and walked out of the inn with the steamed buns and the Yang child. He was too lazy to delay this trivial matter.

The reason why he wanted to take Young Child is because he had a good time with the dead Taoist boy, and he knew where the man's family lived.

Of course, he also had another tacit meaning, that is, he was afraid that Li Huowang would go crazy halfway and no one would take care of him.

Li Huowang can't get rid of anyone around him now. With him around, he can come back in time to inform others.

Child Yang, who was holding the urn, told Li Huowang the story of the dead Taoist boy.

"When we were in Qingfengguan, we called her Mao bragging, because she liked to brag. She said that her family was bigger than the whole Qingfengguan, and there were more than 100 sheep at home."

"He also said that he was the only girl in the family, that the family loved her the most, and that his father would kill her to eat as much mutton as he wanted to eat."

Li Huowang glanced at the urn in his hand in surprise. "Is this boy a girl?"

"Yeah, Senior Brother Li, don't you remember?"

Li Huowang shook his head, these Daoists basically didn't occupy a place in his heart, and he didn't pay much attention to these diligent children.

"Hey...it's also a poor person. Seeing that he escaped from the Qingfeng Temple, he was drowned." Li Huowang suddenly felt a burst of regret.

"Don't you feel disgusted when you say this from your mouth? What right do you have to say this? Do you know how many people were strangled to death by your own hands?"

Hearing Jiang Yingzi's words made Li Huowang feel extremely irritable, "Shut up for me!"

These words frightened the young child on the side. He and others had already seen many times before Senior Brother Li was talking to himself from time to time, but he was still not used to it.

Li Huowang, whose face became a little ugly, stopped talking and walked forward with his head buried in it.

Although Li Huowang tried his best to ignore these hallucinations, this was not an easy task.

They went further and further, gradually walking towards the edge of this Gobi town.

The sky has darkened a lot, and there are fewer people on the road~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Most people are in a hurry.

Just when Li Huowang was about to ask whether Young Child Yang was here, a joyful shout rang from behind.

"Taoist! Taoist!! It's me!"

Li Huowang turned his head to look subconsciously, and was overjoyed when he saw the call.

That person is the old monk who stayed in Zhengde Temple before.

Compared with the clean appearance in the temple before, now he has turned into a sloppy old appearance.

"Monk, how did you come here? Didn't you stay at Zhengde Temple?"

Hearing what I said, the monk couldn't help complaining. "Don't mention it. In the temple, I was almost suffocated to death. I couldn't do good things without saying anything. They even asked me to recite Buddhist scriptures."

"I can't stand this, and then I just came out and forget it. By the way, where are you going?"

"Go... give me something. Just go together, you came out of the temple, didn't the monk of Zhengde Temple embarrass you?"

"Why do they embarrass me? Not only do they not embarrass me, but they also give me a lot of money. Monks are good people, not bad people."

"Heh." Li Huowang smiled, not too lazy to argue.

Meeting old friends in a foreign land made Li Huowang feel a little better. It was always easy to get along with simple people. Li Huowang chatted with the monk very speculatively.

Li Huowang deliberately provoked some things he had experienced in the past, and the other party accepted it.

Just when he was chatting, the voice of Young Child brought him back to his senses. "Senior Brother Li...it's here."

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