The noise of the city is gone in the wind, and the branches and leaves are swaying in the forest, and a black shadow passes by.

For a moment, stop in an empty place.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The donkey's mouth was squirting thick air. With a humming sound, a figure above his head was thrown high, falling to the ground, rolling out with fallen leaves.

Lu Liangsheng looked at the unconscious monk of the Fire Cultivation on the ground, fell silent and took out the folded easel from the bookshelf, and the blank scroll was set up nearby.

Squeak...

The small door of the bookshelf compartment was pushed open, and the toad Taoist covered his mouth and pressed down the feeling of vomiting from the donkey. He jumped down, walked to his apprentice, raised his toad face and looked at the scroll spread out on the easel.

"Ryosheng...isn't he cross-examination? What are you doing?"

"We are not good at torture and confession... Ordinary interrogation will definitely not be able to be tried."

The scholar held the inkstone and gently polished the ink block. He glanced at the unconscious figure there, put his fingertips across the edge of the cuff, took the brush with his other hand, dipped the ink off, and scraped it around the ink.

The blank paper was drawn and the voice was also saying:

"...then there is only another way!"

The ink of the pen shines, the dark woods blew the night wind, and the birds in the forest flapped their wings, flying everywhere in shock.

Aww ~

The wolf howls sounded far away in the forest, above the gaps of trees, the night clouds scattered, revealing the fluorescent moonlight.

Well…

The figure of the fallen leaves lying on the ground slowly woke up. He opened his eyes, covered his forehead and supported his upper body in a daze. When he was awake, he suddenly thought of something and subconsciously touched his crotch, and then he let out a long sigh of relief.

…Fortunately, it’s still there.

"I'm out of the city?"

The monk on the ground stood up with his arms shaking and looked around, and the moonlight in the forest was clear and illuminated the mist.

"We must inform Mingzun quickly about the matter in the city."

He staggered and used magic to contact the rest of the sect. He suddenly found that his magic power could not be wielded out of his body. He immediately frowned, withdrew his hand and looked into the four fields.

"What's going on..."

Hurry!

When the monk was surprised, the branches of the forests and wild trees swayed randomly, and the mist rose in the moonlight, and the cold breath instantly swelled.

"Who?!"

He shouted at one side, and two figures hang out of thin air through clusters of hanging branches, and the iron chains dragged behind him slammed.

"The Chang'an City God sent a public servant to the office!"

The monk was stunned for a moment, and felt a trembling coldness that rushed straight to the back of his neck, and quickly bowed: "The monk Fang Qingde of the mortal world has seen two Yinchas."

The two men stopped a few steps away. Fang Qingde, who had bowed his hands to show his respects, shook it over and wrapped his arms and shoulders around him.

"As a practitioner of Taoism, you jumped out of the mortal world, but you are in arbitrary chaos in the city, destroying the stability of the people. Come back to the city god with us!"

The City God is transformed by the heroic spirits in the world who are worshipped by the world. They have the power of incense and vows to protect the people from evil spirits. Only by virtue can one follow the mortals to practice Taoism and are also afraid of the word "City God".

But after all, people who are practicing Taoism cannot help but know more.

"The City God is just a full-time evil and evil thing. When will we be responsible for our Taoist practitioners!"

"snort!"

The two secret misunderstandings didn't care. They dragged and pulled the iron chains in their hands. Fang Qingde only felt his body fluttering. When he turned around, he was so scared that he trembled. His body was still standing there straight.

"Now, the City God has the right to ask you!"

After saying that, before the other party could retort, he grabbed the iron chain and pulled Fang Qingde's soul into the cold wind and drifted away.

Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh hu

The faint sound of wind blew by my ears, Fang Qingde was dragged into the sky in the mist, and the woods and fields below were flying backwards in their sight. In the distance, the huge city with the lights on thousands of families entered the bottom of their eyes. The next moment, the vision tilted downward and fell to the suburbs of the city.

The fragrance of sandalwood was wrapped in wafting. Two strangers pulled him along the paved road of white stone and walked up the stone steps. The huge blue-bottomed plaque with the words "City God Temple", which made Fang Qingde tremble. The clay statue of the judge on both sides of the temple was originally in the daytime, and at this time he was lying in the long case with his pen and ink.

The first person, wearing an official hat and an official uniform, sat upright on the desk table with his eyes like an eagle and falcon, quietly staring at Fang Qingde who was brought in, as if he was judging his crime.

The cultivator's soul came in, was pushed into the middle, knelt down, lowered his head... and refused to admit it. Even the city god could not do anything to me. As long as Ming Zun noticed it, he would definitely save him...

On the upper side, the judge of the evil officer wrote a bamboo slip.

"The mortal monk is light in virtue and is directly punished to enter the samsara of reincarnation..."

Fang Qingde, who was still thinking about the details, was stunned when he answered, and opened his mouth slightly to look at the judge.

"Don't ask about my crime?"

"What's the point of asking you? The City God's Good and Evil Merit Book is recorded!"

As the judge of the Punishment Office spoke, the city god who had been silent on the long-term case narrowed his eyes: "As a mortal monk, you imprison innocent women as ventilators, violate the laws of the world, and also touch the evil of the underworld. What else can you say? Repay for one retribution and retribution. If you are *** women, you will be lustful and you will suffer this in the next life."

"City God! City God! You wait!!!"

Fang Qingde didn't think anything about the first half of the sentence, but the second half made him feel scared. Even if he became an animal, he would end his lifespan after a year or two and reincarnate. But if he turned into a woman and became like that... he was afraid that he would not be able to survive or die.

"The City God's clarification, the imprisoned woman was not what I did, but the green forest guests under my command could not stand the loneliness, so they came to vent their kids."

On the side, the judge snorted disdainfully: "If you practice Taoism and worldly affairs, you will not act according to virtue. Instead, you will gather mortal warriors and restrain them. The crimes they committed will naturally fall on you."

Around the surroundings, several strangers looked gloomy and looked away, and a tall and thin figure wearing a hat covering her face swayed and swayed.

Fang Qingde glanced at him from the outskirts, his soul was rippling, and he hurriedly kowtowed.

"City God, judge Mingjian, they are not under my command."

"oh?"

A sound of unknown meaning made the monk below tremble, and only the sound of flipping a book in his ears was like a book of flipping a book. His face was slightly raised, and the afterglow looked at it. On the long table, a book of magic light flashed. Fang Qingde could probably guess that was the City God’s book of good and evil merit.

After a moment, the City God raised his head: "You are a member of the Fire Prayer Sect. The evil you do should be put on the above. Tell me the City God where the Fire Prayer Sect is!"

At this point, he paused and added: "Don't worry, you are now a ghost and are within the power of the City God. The restrictions on your body will not work."

Even know this?

Then why don’t you know where my teaching is... It’s right, the city god is in the same place, and the matters in the same place are not here.

But...say or not?

Fang Qingde looked at the city god above him hesitantly, and saw the ghost of reincarnation wandering not far away. His teeth loosened and his forehead suddenly touched the ground.

"I report to the City God, the Fire Sect is in Yingshi Mountain, Huaiyizhou, and the Holy Fire Mingzun is me..."

The words suddenly stopped, Fang Qingde was shaking all over, and there was a burning pain. He raised his head suddenly. The surrounding scenery was twisted and broken, and the color of the night entered the bottom of his eyes again. An old donkey, a scholar, and a toad stood not far away.

"You...you...uh..."

He pulled his clothes suddenly, revealing his chest, and the five fireballs above him were bright and gradually illuminating the surroundings. Fang Qingde swayed and took two steps back, screaming shrillly. Seeing the scholar opposite, he couldn't help but shout: "Save me..."

Then... with a bang, the blood mist exploded, and a cluster of bloody internal organs and minced meat splattered everywhere, hitting nearby trees and slowly falling down, some hanging directly on the treetops.

"This...isn't it considered me to kill, right?"

With his wide sleeves covering his face, Lu Liangsheng removed the spell, and his fingers flicked, and the flesh that was almost as blood as the tip of his shoe flew away. He turned around and put the easel and the picture "City God's Case" above, and put it in the bookshelf together.

"Now I know where their place is. The leader should have a high level of cultivation. What are the solutions for Master?"

Taoist Toad looked at the wreckage on the ground, swallowed, withdrew his gaze, walked back to the rope hanging from the bookshelf, and said while crawling:

"If you have a high level of cultivation and cannot deal with it, you secretly take back what you are a master and leave... Why don't you help him to settle this time?"

"Men who do not like bullying women the most is not like individuals."

Lu Liangsheng rode on the old donkey, pulled out the gourd, took a sip of wine, and urged the old donkey to go forward: "There is no need to be buried in peace like a human being."

"You use your father as the standard."

"Ha ha!"

The scholar smiled, looked back at the open compartment, turned around, lying gently on his back, and watched the dense branches pass through his vision.

"It's not all, Master is among them."

The toad Taoist embraced his webbeds and turned his face away. Looking at the night in the forest, the faint lights of the village reflected in the darkness.

It took a long time to say it.

"I... I don't miss the love between men and women."

As time passed, the night became deeper. The war horses from afar roared and neighed, and the people standing on the cliff stood up.

Xilulu

On the horse's back, Yang Su's short beard was stroking in the wind. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the forest in the cold moonlight, as if he could see things that ordinary people could not reach.

After a moment, pull the reins and turn toward the direction.

"drive!"

Carrying a long sword, he rode his horse to the bottom of the mountain.

...

After leaving the boundary of Chang'an and heading southeast to Huaiyizhou, the summer rain lasted for two days and traveled for two consecutive days. Lu Liangsheng felt that he was covered in water vapor and was so wet that he felt extremely uncomfortable.

In the past two days, the old donkey seemed to be sick and unable to recover. He did not eat or drink, and kept farting, which smelled extremely bad, forcing Taoist to come out of the small compartment and lay on his disciple's shoulder.

Passing by a village near the official road, there was an inn in the village. Unfortunately, it was late at night, and most of the shopkeepers and the clerks went to bed. After a few screams, no one answered.

"Tomorrow morning, buy some forage from the store to see if you eat it."

After taking care of the old donkey crawling on the ground, Lu Liangsheng sprinkled dust under the eaves at will, and lay down as a split firewood.

"I'll just make do with my rest under the eaves tonight."
Chapter completed!