The head of the Guixian Sect and the Supreme Elder, both Nirvanas, are dead.

When the tree falls and the hozens scatter, the remaining disciples in the mortal realm will not be able to cause any trouble.

Therefore, Li Wuqi did not kill any more people. He only took the two heads and hung them above the sect as a deterrent, and then went down the mountain with He Chuan.

The so-called barrier of immortality no longer exists, and the biting cold wind howls.

When they reached the bottom of the mountain, the two of them looked back and saw that the previously lush green mountain withered at an extremely fast speed and soon turned into a lifeless mound, covered in snow in the last winter of the seventeenth year of civil and military affairs...

"Going against the natural way of heaven and earth, the so-called immortality is nothing but an illusion..."

The two took their horses, took the flag, and moved on.

"Master! Master!"

On the road, a voice suddenly reached Li Wuqi's ears, but looking around, only He Chuan asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

It seems he can't hear it.

It seems to be Li Wuqi's own voice.

After a moment, Li Wuqi realized that it was the little Taoist boy in the giant Gu who was communicating with Li Wuqi's thoughts through the mark of the giant Gu.

Li Wuqi calmly said in his heart: "What's wrong?"

The voice paused for a moment and then said: "Can you let me out? I can help you find merit."

Li Wuqi said: "In that case, you can come out."

With a thought in his mind, a stream of light came out of the giant's Gu and landed on the roadside.

The two little pigtails on the head are fruit boys.

Guotongzi glanced at Li Wuqi and said, "Master, your sins have increased."

Merit points to good and sin points to evil.

Merits and sins, good and evil, good causes and good consequences, bad causes and bad consequences - this is the key to Li Wuqi's tribulation.

After hearing Guotongzi's words, Li Wuqi was immediately unconvinced: "Isn't this a good deed by destroying the Guixian Sect and benefiting the people from all over the world? How come the crime karma has increased instead?"

Guo Tongzi said: "Sinful karma arises from the heart. When you kill people, you have evil thoughts, so you get sinful karma."

"..." Li Wuqi was speechless, "Isn't this nonsense? It's natural to have evil thoughts when killing people! Could it be that I wish others a long life while killing people?"

"Pfft!" He Chuan couldn't hold back his laughter.

Guo Tongzi said: "If what you are thinking about is the suffering of the people, you will get merit; but what you are thinking about is killing people to vent your anger, so you will get sin. It's just a difference of one thought."

Li Wuqi: "..."

Is this thing so troublesome?

Guotongzi said: "I have already seen the next place that may produce merit."

It's white and fat little hand pointed: "Wanling Temple."

…

Li Wuqi and He Chuan rode on horseback, and the small fruit boy sat in front of Li Wuqi.

Not long after, a group of people came to a small city.

But what is different is that white flags, paper money, incense candles, tribute rice and other objects can be seen everywhere in the city, and most of the pedestrians in the city are wearing mourning, as if there is a funeral at home.

Li Wuqi frowned: "What happened here? Why are there dead people in every house?"

Guo Tongzi said: "Master, this place is full of sins."

He Chuan said: "Although everyone observes filial piety, they do not hear filial sons crying. They are not doing funerals, but making arrangements."

Li Wuqi said: "As long as it's not a plague."

The two of them walked into the city.

I saw strips of white flags fluttering in the air, and the cold wind rolled up paper money on the ground. People walking all over the street were "filial sons" like zombies, with their heads lowered, saying nothing, and walking in a hurry.

The scene is a bit scary.

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Li Wuqi frowned: "Another breath that I have never seen before."

Guo Tongzi said: "What the master saw should be resentment, also called ghost energy."

Li Wuqi raised his eyebrows: "There are still ghosts in this world?"

Then it's over, after killing so many people, those ghosts won't come to haunt me every day?

"Master, don't worry! Ghosts are one of the weakest types of life in this world. Under normal circumstances, they are afraid of things that kill them. What's more, the master's evil aura is not under the ghost aura. These ghosts are extremely dangerous.

Don’t dare to get close. Of course, we can’t rule out the possibility of encountering powerful ghosts, but the possibility is very low.”

He Chuan said: "Is Wanling Temple nearby? It's strange. Why is there such heavy resentment near the temple?"

Li Wuqi pointed to a gloomy temple on a hill in the distance: "Could that thing be the legendary Wanling Temple?"

Entering the city and passing a magnificent mansion in the center of the city, everyone heard the voice inside:

"Amitabha! Donor Li, this is the most precious treasure that has been consecrated by a poor monk - the red sandalwood fish. It has the most miraculous effect in dealing with such resentful spirits that pester the young lady! I, the Buddha, are compassionate and should have helped quickly, but this thing is really valuable.

, every time he takes action, it is a huge loss! It cannot be borne by the poor monk alone! The poor monk has no choice but to ask donor Li for some common money, which not only saves Miss Li, but also benefits the world..."

Li Wuqi looked up and saw the "Li Mansion" plaque hanging on the door.

An anxious voice said: "Master! As long as I save my little girl! No matter how much money I have, I will give it to you!"

"Amitabha! You really have pity for the hearts of parents in the world! The poor monk's wooden fish is made of thousand-year-old red sandalwood. It was originally worth ten thousand taels of gold, but my Buddha is compassionate. Today, ten thousand taels of silver will suffice..."

"Damn! The liar actually tricked you into arriving at my Li's house!" Li Wuqi suddenly pushed open the door and entered.

Hearing the sound, the people inside the door were shocked!

A young monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks shouted: "Who are you! Don't you know you shouldn't trespass?"

Li Wuqi glanced over with cold eyes, and saw a rather wealthy mansion. In the courtyard stood a fat monk in cassocks, followed by five or six young monks in monk robes.

An old man with gray hair and beard stood in front of the monk, looking humble and pleading.

"Master! I really can't afford ten thousand taels of silver! The amulet I bought for my little girl last time is already worth thousands of gold. This is the Li family's entire year's income!"

The fat monk was not in a hurry to answer. He only looked at Li Wuqi and his group and saluted: "Amitabha, several donors, but there is a resentful spirit in your home and you need to be rescued in the dojo? Just wait, I have rescued the resentful spirit in Li's house.

Just go and help you..."

But Li Wuqi's face darkened and he cursed on the spot: "The resentful spirits just come to your house! The resentful spirits come to your house every day!"

Several monks suddenly changed their expressions: "How dare you! How dare you be so rude to my master!"

The fat monk's eyes darkened: "Donor Li, are these people your family members?"

The old man said: "No, Master, I have never seen them before. I think they all look very familiar. They should not be local people."

The fat monk said: "The resentful spirit has gone crazy due to the collision of these people. Your daughter cannot be saved. Prepare for the funeral!"

"Ah?!" The old man suddenly fell to the ground, "Master! No! Ten thousand taels of silver! I'll send it over right now!"

The fat monk said: "Ten thousand taels is no longer enough. The resentful spirit has gone crazy and must be dealt with by the poor monk's other magic weapon - the magic pestle! This thing is more valuable and costs fifty thousand taels of silver."

"Fifty thousand taels?! That's all the old man's belongings..."

"No matter how late you are, fifty thousand taels may not be enough."

"No, no, no! Accountant, get the money! Get the money quickly!"

"Yes! Master!"

The fat monk looked at Li Wuqi and others with a sneer: "These donors were reckless and almost killed people."

Li Wuqi took a step forward: "Li has traveled around the world for many years and has never seen a wooden fish worth ten thousand taels. I wonder if master can bring out the magic weapon so that we can open our eyes?"

The fat monk said: "Dharma treasures are about fate, and this treasure has no fate with you."

The old man let out a long sigh and said to Li Wuqi and others: "Two young masters and little Taoist priest, since you two are not locals, please leave quickly. There have been many resentful spirits here in recent years, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time..."

Li Wuqi felt angry and took a step forward.

The young monks looked at it and came forward one after another: "Back off! No strangers are allowed within one foot of my master!"

Li Wuqi took off the Haoran knife: "If you are not afraid of death, just stand here and don't get out of the way."

The old man was shocked and said: "This young master! Never be rude to the master!"

Just as the situation became increasingly tense, the cashier came over with a thick stack of banknotes.

The fat monk accepted the banknote and said: "Amitabha! This donor, this poor monk is going to cast a spell to save people. I hope you leave as soon as possible, otherwise this Miss Li will definitely die!"

The old man was extremely anxious: "Sir! I'm kneeling down to beg you. No matter what happens to you, please step aside. My Yan'er is the lifeblood of the old man. If anything happens to her, I'll beg you."

My son will no longer be alive!"

"Tsk!" Li Wuqi felt angry and annoyed.

He Chuan stepped forward and stopped him: "Don't worry, let's see what kind of medicine they are selling in the gourd."

So Li Wuqi and the others stepped aside.

The fat monk sneered: "Amitabha! Young Master, I think you and I are very destined. I will talk to you in detail later."

The old man knelt down on the ground and bowed to the fat monk: "Master, please save my little girl!"

"Amitabha. The poor monk is an enlightened monk. Since the poor monk has agreed to take action, you don't have to worry." The fat monk glanced at Li Wuqi contemptuously, "Since these young men are curious, they also came to take a look.
To be continued...