In the evening, dark clouds in the sky became thicker and heavy snow fell.

The once prosperous and lively city of Minzhou is now desolate and bleak, with the streets extremely empty and few pedestrians.

In the Quefeng Teahouse, the shopkeeper He Chongwen was not only not in a hurry when facing a few customers, but instead felt relaxed and relaxed and drank boiled water leisurely.

An old man sat at the table next to the window, staring blankly outside the window, looking very depressed.

He Chongwen was idle and brought hot water to the table and said, "Brother Xi, you are a ghost-exorcist who has been famous in Minzhou City for many years. His magic cultivation is extremely high. Can you not eradicate the evil ghosts in the temple?"

In the corner was a young man wearing a black cloak, his hood covered half of his face, looking at the fire.

After hearing what the shopkeeper said, he couldn't help but take a look here.

Mr. Xi is named Xi Fazheng. He is nearly 70 years old. He has always been the guardian saint of Minzhou City. He has surrendered countless evil spirits and is extremely respectful. Ten days ago, he was red and was trapped in the ancient temple for seven days. He walked out with half his life. He became old and withered and sallow.

He Chongwen respected Xi Fazheng a little and said sadly: "From your old face, I guess he was seriously injured. The person who went to Yulong Pavilion to ask for help was also dead. It seems that Minzhou City is in a disaster."

The young man couldn't help but be surprised, got up and walked to Xi Fazheng's table, took off his hood, saluted and sat down, and said, "Shopkeeper, if you have any famous snacks here, I'll pay for the silver. Remember, I only want to eat vegetarian food."

He Chongwen is a shrewd businessman, and he has seen countless people. When he first saw the young man in front of him, he was immediately shocked by his outstanding temperament.

Xi Fazheng looked up casually and was immediately attracted. He was obviously a young man in his early twenties, but he was quite windy and frosty. His eyes were dark and bright, deep and spiritual, and bright, as if there was endless emotions hidden in it, but it seemed that there was no emotion at all.

Xi Fazheng has become famous for many years and has seen countless people. He has never seen such a young young man. He, a respected elder, couldn't help but feel respectful.

He Chongwen determined that he was not an ordinary person. He shouted to the waiter in the shop to bring various fragrant pastries such as osmanthus cakes, hibiscus flowers, jujube mud walnut cakes and other pastries to Xi Fazheng's table. He personally grabbed a handful of Biluochun and brewed a pot of strong tea, and served them with a smile.

Mu Changfeng was quite proficient in tea ceremony. When he saw the shop owner ruining the best tea, he felt very sorry.

He Chongwen observed his words and said with a smile: "The two tea ceremony masters in the Quefeng Teahouse died in the ancient temple. I couldn't find a suitable candidate for a while. I don't understand the tea ceremony, I only know how to brew it with boiling water. I hope you can forgive me."

The young man stared at the shop owner for a while, thinking that this person was fat and fat, but he was a personal spirit. He saw through my thoughts at first glance. It was a pity that both masters of tea ceremony died in the ancient temple. I wonder what was strange about the ancient temple, and such a big noise had caused such a big noise. He said, "My younger generation Mu Changfeng, the fourth generation disciple of Yulong Pavilion, Mr. Xi must be the first exorcist in Minzhou City that my grand master often mentioned. I have admired you for a long time."

Xi Fazheng and He Chongwen were both surprised. There were three major exorcist sects in the world, Yulong Pavilion, Wunu Gorge and Gemini Gorge. Among them, Yulong Pavilion was headed by Yulong Pavilion, and the pavilion master Xin Qing was over 100 years old, and his magic cultivation was unmatched. The nine disciples sat down and all became great. Dozens of disciples have become famous in recent years. Especially Mu Changfeng, who was only twenty-two years old and was extremely famous. Among the young juniors in Yulong Pavilion, only Zhou Nianping can compete with him.

Xi Fazheng was solemn and said, "The little brother must be the descendant of Mu Rusong, the first disciple of the Lord Fang Pavilion. Your great-grandfather Mu Tieshan is the head of the founding ancestors of the three major schools of Yulong Pavilion. There are still many songs circulating in the world, talking about the strange stories of your ancestors who influenced evil spirits."

He Chongwen laughed and said, "I understand. There are three founding ancestors of Yulong Pavilion, and the candidates of the Pavilion Master are all selected among the descendants of the three founding ancestors. Master Xin's children and grandchildren have been missing for twenty years. The young man must be the heir of the Pavilion Master. He is indifferent to the respect. He has no idea about Mount Tai."

Mu Changfeng was extremely disgusted with the flattering person. When he saw his flattering smile, he immediately became disgusted and said seriously: "I am not the heir to Yulong Pavilion, so don't talk nonsense, the shopkeeper."

He Chongwen laughed, as if he didn't realize Mu Changfeng's disgust and dissatisfaction, and said, "I forgot that Zhou Nianping, another descendant of the Zhou family, is seven years older than you, and has made countless contributions. It is unknown who can win the position of the chief of the Pavilion. Since ancient times, the struggle for power and profit has been carried out one after another, but I don't think that the young man is a person who focuses on fame and fortune, so this kind of thing will definitely not happen. Hahaha."

Mu Changfeng felt that the shopkeeper's words were very harsh and did not want to talk to him anymore. He turned to Xi Fazheng and said, "Old Mr. Xi, I am going down the mountain to experience it. Eight months ago, when the city was prosperous and prosperous, and now it is rare. I heard that the ancient temples in the suburbs of the city have been fierce and many people have lost their families. I want to learn more about the situation and make complete preparations."

Xi Fazheng's withered face showed a look of fear. He took a big sip of tea and let out a long sigh, "You are the only one here?"

Mu Changfeng said: "I am the only one who comes back to Yulong Pavilion and passes here."

Although Xi Fazheng had heard that Mu Changfeng was the best among the young disciples of Yulong Pavilion, he was still afraid that he would make a mistake and said, "Listen to my advice, I think you don't know about this. You are still young and have a bright future. It's not worth it if you lose your life."

Seeing that Xi Fazheng's care was from the bottom of his heart, Mu Changfeng was really moved and said, "When he walked on this road, he had already sacrificed his life. Those who were afraid of wolves in front and tigers in the back would not be exorcists."

Xi Fazheng said: "I am also thinking about your father. He lost a child and suffered from the pain of sending black hair. He can't suffer any further blows."

The child Xi Fazheng mentioned was Mu Wanlian, a sister four years younger than Mu Changfeng. She fell into the water and died at the age of six. Her parents suffered a heavy blow to lose their beloved daughter, especially her mother Xu Rumei, who was mentally ill and often cried hysterically.

For twelve years, Mu Changfeng has been living in guilt and regret. At this moment, he suddenly heard Xi Fazheng mention it, and his eyes suddenly turned red. The young girl's lively and playful appearance appeared before her when she was a child, and she couldn't get rid of it for a long time.

Xi Fazheng said: "As a son, filial piety is more important than anything else. You can go quickly and don't step into the land of right and wrong again."

"I won't leave." Mu Changfeng shook his head firmly and said, "As a son, it is important to keep his parents filial, but it is also important not to let them down. His parents are also exorcists and have never feared life and death. After hearing about Minzhou City, how could I pretend not to know and run away? My parents know that I am such a person and will be heartbroken. My great-grandfather is also an exorcist who is ready to die. Mu Changfeng cannot shine his family in his lifetime, but he cannot lose his great-grandfather's face."

A slight footsteps sounded on the stairs, and a ragged beggar mother-in-law staggered to the teahouse and squatted down near the fire.

He Chongwen uttered aloud, brought the hot tea and soup in person, put it in front of her, and put it one by one, saying, "I'm hungry again, eat it quickly. I'll leave you some food to heat it in the pot every night, just waiting for you to come."

The beggar mother-in-law smiled and thanked her, sat cross-legged, and started eating without hesitation.

The hot soup smell filled the room. Mu Changfeng took a look and saw that the soup was bright in color, with meat and vegetables inside, with a few white chrysanthemums and countless bright red wolfberries floating there, which were very particular.

He Chongwen had a businessman's shrewdness and annoying smile. Mu Changfeng was used to bullying the weak and shameless snobs, and thought He Chongwen was also such a villain, but he never expected that he had such a kind heart, and he felt respect and guilt.

Xi Fazheng said: "This mother-in-law has often come to the teahouse to eat some food recently. The shopkeeper is kind-hearted and treats him with good food every time. It's really hard for him to have such kindness."

He Chongwen said: "The old man praised me. I thought I was a rooster who was irresistible. After being saved by Miss Xin, I swear to God that I will do more good deeds in my lifetime in the future so that I will not be in vain for Miss Xin to save my life."

Mu Changfeng felt guilty and stood up and apologized solemnly: "Mu Changfeng has no eyes and blames you for your mistakes. I hope he forgives me."

He Chongwen said: "It's okay, it's okay. I have a disgusting face. I know it myself. Miss Xin's good temper was so angry that I stared at the eyes."

Xi Fazheng glanced at He Chongwen in secret, coughed gently, and said, "Young man is full of energy. You don't know how terrible the evil spirits in the temple are. I have never seen such a terrible evil spirits for more than 50 years." After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves, and a large piece of flesh was missing on his arms, and the bones were exposed outside, which had turned into black. Xi Fazheng pulled open the collar of his chest and tore off the plaster that was attached to his chest.

Mu Changfeng was very skilled and brave, and he couldn't help but change his face.

He Chongwen looked up at him without any fear, and said, "What's the matter?"

A wound as big as a bowl on Xi Fazheng's chest, and a thick black air overflowed from it, like a demon with teeth and claws, making people feel chilled, saying, "Have you ever seen such a wound?"

Mu Changfeng said: "No."

Xi Fazheng said: "It was the first time I saw it. It was very strange. When the injury was so painful, I didn't feel any pain. Every day, I watched the wound grow bigger little by little, and the black gas became thicker little by little. The strength disappeared little by little, and I wonder how long it would last. Seeing me like this, you wouldn't change your original intention?"

Mu Changfeng suddenly became afraid, but insisted on not changing his original intention and said, "I will definitely eradicate the evil ghosts in the temple and try my best to find a way to save the old man."

He Chongwen gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good boy, you really have it."

Xi Fazheng shook his head helplessly and said, "Since the temple was so fierce that everyone in Minzhou City was panicked, and many people fled to the countryside to take refuge. The people who stayed behind were also trembling and did not dare to go out. The good home has become like this, alas." He shook his head and sighed, his eyes red.

Xi Fazheng looked dull when he talked about his life and death. When he talked about the desolate and miserable situation of Minzhou City, his heartache was beyond words. It can be seen that this person is a person who truly cared about the common people.
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