"Young masters, do you want to be counted?"

The blind man gently shook the copper bell in his hand, and the silent street echoed with several crisp sounds.

"I recognize you." Li Wuqi's drunken eyes suddenly confirmed, "You are the blind man in Luoguan Town who deciphers Chinese characters randomly!"

"I recognize you too." The blind man said in a long voice, "You are the brat who cursed me for being a widower."

Shen Chu looked puzzled and said: "Lonely and widowed? Taoist priests still care about this?"

The blind man chanted: "The butcher learns literature and brings peace to the country, the Taoist priest gets married and enjoys a family life; the world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders!"

"Huh?" After hearing this, Shen Chu's expression gradually became serious, "I'm afraid this Taoist priest has something."

"There aren't many things," said the blind man, "just a bell, a flag, and a shirt."

"Dare you ask for your name?"

"The name is Jiang Guichen; the name is Guichen."

"Shen Chu, I have met Taoist Master Guichen, and I hope that the Taoist priest can give me some advice!" Shen Chu saluted solemnly.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Official career!" Shen Chu said seriously.

"Hopeless." Taoist Master Guichen didn't even hesitate at all.

Shen Chu's face suddenly fell: "Is there really no hope?"

Jiang Guichen nodded.

"I can't live anymore!" Shen Chu suddenly hit the wall!

"No! No!" Li Wuqi hurriedly stopped him and consoled him, "Don't you just want to be an official? When I become the emperor in the future, I will make you the prince! How about that?"

"Wuqi!" He Chuan's face changed slightly, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"How rare!" Li Wuqi said disdainfully, "People like me, who travel across a world, always want to kill immortals and gods. I just kill an emperor, what's the big deal?"

He Chuan hurriedly covered his mouth: "What a treason! You don't want to live anymore?!"

"I made a mistake while drunk." Jiang Guichen chuckled, "But he turned things around."

He Chuan took a deep look at Jiang Guichen, then lifted Shen Chu onto his shoulders and dragged Li Wuqi away with his other hand.

"Li Wuqi, you are in danger, but you still don't know it?"

This ethereal sound seemed to come from all directions, and it was like rolling thunder, rumbling and making He Chuan's ears hurt.

He suddenly looked back, only to see that Guichen's figure was no longer under the broken wall.

"Nameless cause and effect, unreasonable disaster. If you want to live peacefully, I won't be here for three days."

He Chuan threw Shen Chu to the ground, held and pointed the handle of the sword with his right hand, and asked in a deep voice: "What day is today?"

Li Wuqi looked thoughtful: "September 9th?"

"No!" Shen Chu, who was lying on the ground, shouted, "Today is July 15th!"

"Hungry Ghost Festival." He Chuan frowned and looked around with vigilant eyes, "We're afraid we may have bumped into something unclean..."

On a deserted night, the dark wind passes by, whining like the wail of a ghost.

He Chuan made a crouching posture, tapping the handle of the knife lightly with his fingers, ready to make a fatal blow at any time!

Wind blows!

The fine gravel lifted off the ground and swirled lightly around the three people.

Gradually, a sand barrier was formed that blocked out the sky and the sun, and the inside and outside were two completely different worlds.

"You are the unclean thing." Qianhan said in a sullen voice.

He Chuan looked solemn and said: "Looking at your methods, I'm afraid you are no longer in the mortal realm."

"It's just Nirvana."

Jiang Guichen appeared quietly behind He Chuan.

He Chuan felt a chill behind him, but he didn't turn around in a hurry. He just asked: "What did you do, senior?"

Jiang Guichen didn't move, and neither did He Chuan, but the world in this area twisted and changed, and the two faced each other.

The Taoist priest had taken off the black silk blindfold, and his eyes were filled with yellow light, like a blooming golden flower.

Meeting these eyes, He Chuan was shocked.

"wake up."

Jiang Guichen hooked his fingers, and it was as if a pair of invisible big hands pushed Li Wuqi, allowing him to stand upright. After a moment, Li Wuqi's whole body trembled violently, and his eyes finally became clear.

"Li Wuqi, can I give you a baby?"

Jiang Guichen's smile was warm, and his strange golden eyes were breathtaking and made people curious, but they didn't dare to take a closer look.

Li Wuqi frowned slightly: "What baby?"

"Your life."

"..." Li Wuqi was speechless. Do you still want me to give up my life?

He Chuan, who was expressionless on the side, reminded in a low voice: "We can't afford to offend him."

Li Wuqi knew the weight of this sentence, so he nodded helplessly and said: "Okay, I want it."

Jiang Guichen smiled: "You have to change your name for three days."

"Change your name?"

"right."

"Change the name in three days?"

"That's right."

"Li Sanri? Isn't this too unpleasant?" Li Wuqi said in disgust.

"Uh..." Jiang Guichen was speechless for a while, "I mean, you can change your name starting from midnight tonight, and you can change it back after three days."

"Why?"

"If you don't change, you will die."

"..." Li Wuqi said, "Then what should I change my name to?"

"Li Youqi, Li Daqi, Li Jiaqi...it's up to you."

"It's only three days...then let's call it Li Tianqi." Li Tianqi asked, "Then, how can it be considered changed?"

Jiang Guichen smiled slyly: "This is considered a change."

Li Tianqi: "???"

Jiang Guichen added another instruction: "In the next three days, no matter who calls you by your old name, you will not be able to answer. Remember, remember..."

The voice of Taoist Master Guichen gradually faded away, until the figure was completely hidden in the darkness, and the cold streets echoed with a few crisp bells.

Li Tianqi looked at He and Chuan: "It's baffling."

He Chuan looked solemn: "This Taoist priest is very extraordinary. You'd better listen to him."

…

Changning County, Guanniu Town.

A clearing in the forest that is more than ten feet long.

Dozens of guards surrounded him, all of whom were in the martial arts realm.

In the center of the open space, fortune teller Ye Candao held blood sand and a large pen and drew a huge, detailed and complicated pattern on the ground.

Put away the pen.

His face became even paler, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Guan Qi stood on the top of the mountain and looked down, only to see the blood-red lines filled with murderous intent, like the eyes of the god of death, staring at the next target.

He nodded slightly: "Set up the formation."

So his subordinates passed the order: "Set up the formation!"

A group of people in black robes brought bloody cows, sheep, pig heads, red gold, old wood from Yinshan Mountain, soil from barren graves, human bone fire, rootless water, blood-stained swords, and several crystal clear souls.

The ores are placed according to specific locations.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ye Candao shouted: "Bring Li Wuqi up!"

"yes!"

There were about a hundred people, all men, old and young, but they were all dressed in white prison uniforms with "Li Wuqi" written in big red characters on them. Their hands and feet were chained, and they lined up in a line and walked slowly to the formation.

The Dharma Center knelt down.

No one spoke during the whole process, only the chains that locked people were rubbing and clanking.
To be continued...