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"insect?"

The old man frowned.

There was a hint of self-mockery in this tone.

Those honorable "immortal elders" would not call themselves that.

"Could it be that this is really a wild Taoist priest without 'mana'?" the old man thought.

Naturally, he didn't know that there was a person named "Ji Nian" in the world who was greedy and shameless, and he didn't take the self-proclaimed "Bug" seriously at all.

But the survival wisdom transformed from years of experience still kept reminding him that there was a high probability that there was something wrong with the Taoist in front of him.

What's more, just three days ago, the "Gao Xianshi" who always sees the dragon but never sees the tail suddenly appeared, reminding them that there will be "evil guests" coming to the town.

"is it you?"

The old man set his eyes on Ji Nian, as if he was thinking.

"Third Uncle, please give me an idea, whether to rush or kill."

The dark-skinned, scarred young man approached the old man's ear and reminded, "Whether he is that person or not, we have to get him out."

"The immortal master only gave the order to die two days ago. If we dare to disobey, then [Corpse Demon King Dharma Protector] and [Ghost Eyed Dharma Protector] will definitely eat us!"

"Um……"

The old man groaned for a while when he heard the words, and rubbed back and forth on the dark red walking stick with his hands full of grooves.

After decades of suffering in this desperate world, he has far more survival wisdom than these young people.

Knowing that many things are not as simple as they appear on the surface.

Just say the Taoist in front of him, if he says he is a "worm", must he be a "worm"?

If this is some kind of "evil god" who uses "deception" as his way of practice and has a bad personality, and I and others drive him out, wouldn't it be troublesome?

They can't afford to offend the high immortal master who "protects" the town; they can't afford to offend a potential "immortal god".

Survive in the cracks, struggle to survive.

This is Dajing Mortal.

"This priest... we..."

After pondering for a long time, the old man still decided to say some soft words, and coaxed this "great god" away with a good show.

But only halfway through the words, the familiar and magnificent voice sounded in his mind: "Zhang Liusan."

"Fairy Master."

The old man swallowed and replied cautiously.

"Put that person in."

The immortal master's decree was like thunder rolling from the sky, with a magnificent bearing.

But Zhang Liusan always felt that this voice was indifferent and cold.

"Zhang Liusan?"

The "immortal master" repeated again, as if he was about to get angry.

"The Ant People understand."

Zhang Liusan sighed silently, motioned for the crowd to disperse, and then cupped his hands at Ji Nian:

"This Taoist priest, please come in. These days natural disasters continue, and the [Insect Habitat] was blown up not long ago. There is nothing to entertain. I hope you will forgive me."

"There is a shelter from the rain, and the poor are very grateful, how dare they ask for more." Ji Nian shook his sleeves, held a bamboo stick, and walked towards the town side by side with Zhang Liusan.

The moment he entered the small town, the bat-winged human-bodied stone beasts guarding both sides of the town gate opened their eyes and their fangs were slightly exposed.

In an instant, the cold wind spread across Shijie Town, where the traffic and houses look like, like an invisible net, enclosing Ji Nian, Zhang Liusan and others in it.

At the same time, the lacquered mahogany door of the small temple in the center of the town was also pushed open by an invisible force, revealing three chairs, one high, two low.

The corpse demon king with three eyes slightly closed, green face and long fangs, ghost eyes with dim eyes and extremely short forelimbs are located at the bottom.

The ghost king wearing a crown and a dragon robe sits high in the center, and the crown made of blood-red bamboos moves with the wind.

There are two stone platforms behind.

A ghost seal filled with dark green light, with four ghost dragons guarding it, and eight ghost masks on the bottom.

There were several dilapidated books in one, the slightly yellowed pages were blown away by the wind, and there was no word.

This is the arrangement of Goldman Sachs.

"Oh, no matter how powerful it is? My anchors are all real 'living people'."

"If they are loyal to me, they will definitely fight you to the death; if they are not loyal to me, will they be loyal to you? Isn't it because people's hearts are floating and they are in a mess."

In the mysterious place of Taoyuan, in the vast fog, Gao Sheng did not rush up the mountain, but found a piece of bluestone and sat down, hoping to see some arrangements of the year from the bottom of the mountain.

It's just that there is no gain for half a day.

It happened that a letter came from Shijie Town, and a Taoist who called himself "Congzi" was about to enter the village.

He simply let it in.

"I don't care if you're dating or not, Shijie Town has my base. Even if Bai Ziliang, who has not broken through a few months ago, came, he won't be able to please him."

"I'd like to see what kind of work you can do." Goldman Sachs thought to himself.

But like a sudden power outage, a "beep" auditory hallucination suddenly sounded in his mind, and the sensory connection with the "Three Kings" in Shijie Town was instantly disconnected.

Looking around, I saw a vast and thick fog coming up.

"Ho ho."

A dry and hoarse chuckle came from the mist, it sounded cheap and bad, and it reminded people of Ji Nian.

"Is this coming?"

With a serious face, Gao Sheng slowly approached the foot of the mountain under the protection of [Leafless Bloodflower King] and [Triangular-eyed Bald Old Daoist].

But before he took a few steps, he staggered and fell into the mud—someone kicked him from behind.

...

At the same time, Shijie Town.

Ji Nian walked in this rainy town, imitating Qi Ye in his facial expressions and movements, and he couldn't help exuding a calm, gentle and reassuring temperament.

The townspeople on both sides looked at him quietly, discussing in low voices, not daring to speak loudly.

In the end, it was Zhang Liusan who spoke up, breaking the embarrassment: "I just heard from Shanwa that the Taoist priest is here to treat illnesses and save lives?"

"Know some medical skills, and can use talisman water to treat diseases." Ji Nian said with a gentle smile.

"Turning water with a spell? This is a supernatural power! Why did the priest just call himself..." Zhang Liusan hesitated to speak.

"Insects?" Ji Qingnian smiled and said, "I really don't know any spells, but I just learned some tricks from other people. This journey of curing diseases and saving lives is not only to prove what I have learned, but also to increase my knowledge."

"The Taoist priest has gone a long way?" As if moved by Ji Nian's gentle temperament, Zhang Liusan's expression and tone gradually relaxed.

"En." Ji Nian nodded slightly.

"Then... what's it like outside?" The old man stroked the walking stick in his hand and asked seemingly unintentionally.

"I can't see anything when I go out, and the plain is covered by bones. The world is not the same, but the people are suffering." Ji Nian replied.

"It's all like this..." The old man laughed at himself and said, "We are bugs."

Ji Nian smiled and shook his head, but did not speak.

The old man hastened a few steps, raised his hand to lift the dark and tattered curtain, and led Ji Nian into a hut.

The child's sobbing came to Ji Nian's ears, very lightly.

"The Taoist priest has excellent medical skills, I wonder if he can treat our baby..."

Looking at the child with a sallow complexion and tear-stained face, as if he was about to die in a second, Zhang Liusan was distressed: "Please take a look."

He is also a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Who doesn't know how powerful [Insect Habitat Disk] is?

Having lived in Qingshan all his life, he knows better than anyone else that "Teacher Gao Xian" can't cure this "disease".

Just use this as an excuse to hang them.

But worms, you don't have the right to choose...

For children……

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, one should not give up.

Just like they believed in the "High Immortal Master" before, they are also willing to believe in this Taoist priest once.

Anything is better than not trying.

In the past two days, many people have mentioned the problem of slow rhythm, saying why the game is not over yet.

I would like to share with everyone here that the competition is actually over, and the current final is actually the beginning of a new chapter.

The calendar enters the grand scene, cutting down mountains and destroying temples, harvesting beliefs, creating new mythical cards and [playing gods] cards will all be written in the next period of time.

It is also the first major plot of the book.