Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Yan Xinglie's sword did not go down after all.

Relying on the scholar's tactics, the dark clouds that had been behind him dissipated temporarily, and several people had spare energy, and found a place to take a break.

However, it was supposed to be the time to toast and celebrate, but because of the words of the white lotus saint by the lake, an imperfect end was drawn.

After hitting there, Yan Xinglie's expression remained gloomy, and the man who acted decisively became hesitant.

Right now, he was guarding the wing where the White Lotus Saintess was placed, and he didn't go in, just pacing back and forth at the door. Sometimes holding the hilt of the sword, gnashing his teeth, sometimes shaking his head and sighing.

"You have to kill her in a hurry, even if you go in and kill her; if you are not in a hurry..."

Li Changan raised his hands two jars of old wine and a piece of side dishes he bought.

"Why do you have a drink with me first."

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The two sat down in the pavilion in the courtyard.

Li Changan wouldn't ask too much if he didn't say anything about the beard.

He only pushed the cup and changed the cup in silence for a long time, until the cups were messed up, the beard put down the cup again, and was stunned for a while, then finally opened his mouth.

"Does the Daoist know about this thief, Li Kuiqi?"

The Taoist nodded.

He really knows a thing or two about this person. The world is chaotic, and the small court in Chang'an is unable to give orders. There are many warlords in various regions, and the small ones occupy the mountains and the villages.

"Presumably the Daoist Chief also noticed that Yan was born in the army..."

Li Changan didn't answer, waiting for Yan Xinglie to continue to pour out.

He pours a glass of wine, but he hasn't sipped it for a long time, his expression is getting more and more trance, the focus of his eyes is getting more and more distracted, as if immersed in the past, it is difficult to extricate himself.

"... Back when I was serving in Northern Xinjiang, Ren Ping Lu's lieutenant commander, led the children from my hometown to resist the Turks. At that time, Li Kuiqi and Cheng Liang were in the army with me, dating each other as brothers, and called the three tigers..."

He mentioned these two names, and his body trembled a few moments impenetrably.

"At the Turkic side, I led my troops to fight, leaving Li Kuiqi to guard Pinglu...Although the thief army was strong, relying on the solidarity of the soldiers, the battle situation gradually turned into peace. Seeing that victory was in sight, unexpectedly Li Kuiqi... That thief was in trouble! The enemy is now, the back road is blocked, and the food and grass are inadequate...The death and injury on the way to retreat, the children in my hometown are almost killed in a battle, pity my wife, children and children trapped in the city of Pinglu..."

He didn't say what was going on at home. He only squeezed the wine glass in his hand into pieces, and then kneaded it into powder, mixed with the wine like blood dripping from the heart.

"...I felt ashamed to see brother Paoze in the army again, and to see my father and elder in my hometown, so I resigned from my post in the army. But how can we not repay the hatred of the country and the family?! After living in the rivers and lakes, I designed to ambush the thief many times. Suddenly there were a lot of evil demon guards around me, and now I think it is the White Lotus Cult. I did not say anything in vain, but it took the lives of several relatives and friends...cough cough..."

At this point, Yan Xinglie, who was getting more and more excited, suddenly coughed violently.

"Brother Yan..." Taoist frowned concerned.

"It's okay." The bearded waved his hand. "It's getting sick, it's not in the way."

He wanted to pour the wine, only to find that the wine glass had been crushed by himself, so he put his head up in the wine urn and poured most of it.

"After that, I learned from the pain, knowing that I can't avenge revenge with swords and crossbows alone, so I joined the Zhenfu Division...Does the Dao Chief still remember my bronze sword?"

The Taoist nodded, he remembered the ferocious bronze dagger.

"That sword is the way I found to fight against the demon of the White Lotus Cult. It is made by the ancient sword fairy refining flying swords. It is fierce and terrible. It kills demons, and cuts gold and jade! With the help of Zhenfusi, nearly ten years later, the material is still lacking, and the sword is still just a sword embryo."

Sword embryo? !

Li Changan couldn't help being stunned. Such a weapon is actually only a semi-finished product?

Yan Xinglie nodded. Speaking of this sword, although there is no lack of distress in his tone, he also lifted his spirits somewhat.

"Dao Changli also saw it. In the mountain monarch demon's nest that day, I reluctantly drove it to shoot the pig demon. In a blink of an eye, it would break free from the **** and bite my master..."

Yan Xinglie was still shaking his head, but Li Changan understood why his hesitation and depression came from.

He said that since the fall of Pinglu, he has actually lived for revenge for the rest of his life. And right now, on the one hand, the enemy’s daughter is right in front of him. Even if you kill her, you can still comfort your anger a little bit. On the other hand, the bearded person is almost stubborn about the word "loyalty", as if killing her. The Bailian Demon Girl, for one, abandoned his duties, and for the second time, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Si Paoze who died for this matter.

Therefore, it is lingering and unsettled.

Li Changan thought for a while, remembering some travel experiences, and comforted:

"I heard that the imperial court appointed famous generals to conquer Li Kuiqi, and his people were retreating steadily, and the destruction was just around the corner..."

"Nothing." Yan Xinglie shook his head. "Although the general is a famous general in the world, his helpless officers and soldiers are worrisome, and there are many constraints on the center. The previous slogan is only Li Kuiqi's contraction and defensive strategy, behind the thief. Some Turkic people are cited as Austrian aid, and the outcome is still between the two...Oh."

As he said, he suddenly sighed, and this breath seemed to let out a gloomy breath.

He bowed his hand to the Taoist priest:

"Thanks to Daochang's wine and dishes, Yan also figured it out..."

"Employing children to vent their anger, is it the work of a big man?!"

Yan Xinglie's face regained his former high spirits.

"How can revenge and hatred be with others and wait for the court to quell the rebellion?!"

"I have made up my mind. I just wait to take the demon girl to the Thousand Buddha Temple. I gave up this old face and returned to the army, and put it under the command of the general. Head!"

"Come!"

He grabbed the wine jar and realized that he was embarrassed by the two jars of old wine. As for the Taoist priests, the cups are almost dry.

"But it was Yan Mou who lost his temper. I heard that there was a man from the nearby Yanlou who was selling good wine and meat. I bothered to look at the enchantress and I went to buy some."

After speaking, he was about to get up, but was stopped by Li Chang'an raising his hand.

"not busy."

The Taoist moved his nose and smiled.

"The wine and food came to the door by yourself."

Immediately, a hearty voice came from outside the yard.

"I only know that Dao Shi Li is fast, and I can pinch it if I don't know it."

"The nose is good."

The Taoist turned his head with a smile, and the scholar pushed in with the wine and vegetables.

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Although Han Zhiwei is a descendant of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Ziyun only learned spells, but didn't enter the Taoist school.

After that night, the scholar asked the ghosts and gods to send the two and the white lotus saint ashore, but they were kept by the city god, saying that they were helping with some official duties.

The two stayed here, on the one hand to repair, on the other hand, they were also waiting for him to reunite again.

The three of them sat down in the pavilion again and changed to new wines and dishes. They were not busy arguing about the white lotus demon girl.

At the end of the meal, the scholar leaned on the pillars of the pavilion, flicked his teeth, and touched his belly while complaining:

"This Pingye Chenghuangye was very careful. He left me for most of the day before he let me go back to the sun. Poorly, I haven't dripped water or rice since last night. I was so hungry that I was dizzy and almost didn't. I really went to work in the underworld."

He babbled and talked for a while, watching both of them calmly, without any signs of being unable to sit still. Only then did he put away his frivolous appearance, sat in a dreadful manner, and said to the two of them.

"It's true that I'm here for two things."

"One is to bid farewell to the two."

Li Changan remained calm, and sure enough, he went on to say:

"The second is to ask Brother Yan to kill the demon white lotus girl."

Li Changan laughed a little, thinking that if you came here a moment and a half early, taking advantage of your big beard hesitating, you might still get his acquiescence, but right now...

"Brother Han's kindness, even if it is broken and broken, it is difficult for Yan to repay, but the affairs of the enchanting girl are really the responsibility of forgiveness."

The scholar looked calm, and he obviously guessed that it would be the answer. But since he is here to make the last effort, he will naturally not give up easily.

He pondered for a long time:

"Do you two know'blame'?"

Although Big Beard has an official background, he was a monk halfway through after all. He just shook his head and didn't know. It is Li Changan who has heard Liu Laodao talk about it, but he doesn't know it in detail. Half a reminder, half a question and said:

"Grand Nuo?"

The "Big Nuo" ritual is a popular ritual to expel epidemics and avoid evil in the folk and even the palace. Specifically, it is to imitate the ancient **** Fang Xiangshi to drive the twelve beasts to devour the Sifang epidemic ghost, so as to intimidate Xie Chong and keep him away from the world.

With this mention, Yan Xinglie suddenly realized, and the scholar nodded and said yes. The latter also clapped his hands and sang the "Twelve Beasts Eating Ghost Song" in the Nuo Opera:

"A is a miscellaneous food, a sulphur stomach eats a tiger, a male uncle eats charm, a simple food is ominous, takes all the blame for food, Birch eats dreams, Qiang Liang and Zuming eat together to kill parasitic parasites. Poor and strange, tense root eats Gu. Everyone who makes the twelve gods chase evil and evil, hey your body, pull your body, save your flesh, pump your lungs and intestines. You are not in a hurry, the latter is for food!"

The scholar continued.

"When the world hears the word'epidemic ghosts,' they think they are all evil ghosts spreading the plague. In fact, these eleven pestilence ghosts have emerged in response to the various disasters between heaven and earth, immortal and immortal, and they are called ghosts. God, the plague is just one of them. For example,'blame' is to come to the world in response to the disaster of this world of swords and soldiers. He likes to kill and is warlike..."

Hearing this, Li Changan's expression moved.

"White Lotus?"

Isn’t it true? White lotus religion is a well-known shit-chucking stick in the world. His favorite is to stir up troubles and stir up wars, which is quite similar to the scholar’s ​​description of "blame".

The scholar also nodded.

"At the beginning of the founding of the great father of this dynasty, when the world was not yet peaceful,'blame' fell into the hands of the White Lotus Sect for some reason, and was also sealed into the body of the white lotus saint at the time. From then on, the White Lotus Sect rapidly expanded to become the number one in the world. The evil cult, and in order to feed the epidemic ghosts, it has continued to provoke wars for hundreds of years... and now."

The scholar looked at the two with shining light.

"The opportunity to sever the foundation of the White Lotus Sect is here!"

After hearing these words, the Taoist priests almost understood that this ‘blame’ must be in the body of the white lotus sage of this generation. I also understand why the judge was frightened at the bottom of the lake last night.

"It's just..." Li Chang'an was still a little puzzled. "If you kill the demon girl, don't you also release the epidemic ghost and let it mess the world?"

The scholar shook his head:

"Dao Master, according to your opinion, will the world collapse due to a diseased ghost?"

"will not."

"Then, will the world be settled by an epidemic ghost again?"

"will not."

"Yes." The scholar nodded, "The sky is permanence."

He turned his head and asked Yan Xinglie.

"Brother Yan, in your opinion, which one of the White Lotus Sect or the Ghost of the Epidemic is more harmful to the world?"

The beard did not hesitate.

"White Lotus."

The scholar then smiled with his palm.

"In this way, putting a diseased ghost can only add a mange, and killing a demon girl can eliminate a major problem, why not do it?"

The scholar was right, but Yan Xinglie still said something.

"Forgive me."

The scholar was almost impatient now, but the bearded man raised his hand to signal the other party to stay calm.

"Brother Han didn't know, Yan Mou's trip was to **** the demon girl to the famous Thousand Buddha Temple and fill it into the demon cave. If you enter the cave, even the demon in the Nine Nethers will escape. No, I can only perish till death obediently, let alone the mere devil girl. In this way, it can cut off the foundation of the White Lotus Sect, and will not let the epidemic ghost harm the world. Isn't it the best of both worlds?!"

Unexpectedly, the scholar looked at the beard with a weird expression for a long time. He frowned when he saw it, and said:

"Brother Yan doesn't know?"

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Bearded and Li Changan looked at each other, and both smelled a trace of anxiety from the scholar's words.

"Brother Han might as well make it clear."

The scholar contemplated for a moment, as if he was organizing the language, but also as if he was soothing his mood.

"You two know that the white lotus saint is the daughter of Pinglu Li Kuiqi?"

It turned out to be this!

Both of them were a little weird on their faces, they just nodded. The scholar also didn't pay attention, only throwing out another shocking news.

"Then Li Kuiqi was enlisted by the court to give him the title of admiral, and the white lotus demon girl will become a prince and noble girl!"

The Taoist immediately "cocked" in his heart, and the beard was all expecting to follow the court to avenge the rebellion. If the other party was recruited... Li Changan looked worriedly, but found that the beard was laughing instead.

"What kind of joke did Brother Han made?"

The scholar solemnly said: "The words are not bad, and there is no falsehood."

"That is to hear the rumor." Yan Xinglie still didn't believe it, but he also explained, "Back then, Li Kuiqi led the Turks to go south and invaded the Yan King's Mansion, and the tripod cooked the King Yan. The emperor today is the son of the King Yan. How can it be possible to enroll in the sky together?"

However, the scholar sneered:

"If the imperial court is the emperor, it is impossible. But no one in the world knows that the little emperor on the dragon chair is just a ‘fake emperor’, and the great **** Yu Huai’en standing next to him is the true emperor."

"Impossible!" Yan Xinglie changed his color suddenly, "The castrated thief will dare to risk the world's unrest!"

"Why don't you dare?"

The scholar's tone became more intense.

"The world is going crazy. Li Kuiqi has scoured the wealth from the North for ten years and gave it to Yu Huai'en. A cart full of rare treasures, texts, antiques, gold, silver and jade enters Mingde Gate via Zhuque Street and enters Yongyefang. , Walked all day and night!"

"What about the general? The general cannot agree..."

"The general was decreed to discuss the crime and was pressed into the imprisonment."

The scholar said with excitement, but he didn't notice the crimson face of the bearded man on the other side, and his body was shaky.

"Then Li Kuiqi is heading to Chang'an City, and he is waiting for the envoy of Lu Jiedu and Huaiyuan. If he counts his time, I'm afraid he will soon be in Juzhou City!"

"Insurgents...cough cough!"

"Brother Yan?"

"……puff."

Yan Xinglie vomited blood and fell to the ground.

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"Doctor, how?"

The well-known genius doctor, the little old man who was half-invited and half-tied, said with a cold face:

"It's late. I'm dying and there is no cure."

"That's still alive...oh..."

The scholar was ashamed, and he always felt that he had failed to say something, which irritated Yan Xinglie.

"The strong man inside has old diseases in his lungs, and there are so many old wounds all over his body..."

Speaking of the patient, the little old man's expression eased a little.

"This anger attacked the heart, and it broke out. If you can sneak and rest, maybe you can lie down for a year or a half, if you can't..."

The old man started a little bit of hanging, and ignored the scholar's repeated accusations, and walked away.

The Taoist organized a word in his heart, and then opened the door.

Yan Xinglie put on his armor and longbow and epee, standing proudly behind the door.