host country

Yu Xian had no choice but to point out the direction for him.

Although the pig demon was stupid and brave, but at the moment, he was very obedient.

After several runs and bumps, under Yu Xian's command, he threw away the Zhitou Dajijiu who was chasing him so that no one could be seen.

Zhitou Da Jijiu was extremely angry, and was about to let the ghost soldiers scatter to hunt him down, but he saw a strange girl standing in front of him with a smile, as if born out of thin air.

Zhitou Da Jijiu saluted quickly, "It turns out to be the young master."

It turned out that the woman in front of him was Zhang Qiying, Zhang Lu's beloved daughter.

All Zhang Lu's disciples participated in the study of "Tao De" and understood Xuanxuan. Only Zhang Qiying inherited Zhang Lu's ability of ghosts, and Zhang Lubao loved him very much and always regarded him as the apple of his eye.

The little master smiled and said, "Zhitou Dajiu, my father has already seen the monster's heel. His background is pitiful, you don't have to chase it anymore."

Then he said teasingly, "However..., it seems that I don't need to worry about it."

The first Zhitou Dajijiu who came here was called Baiyunzi, and he was also a well-known figure in Heming Taoist Palace.

His face was flushed with embarrassment by the little master, and he remembered something again, and hurriedly reminded, "Does the little master know that the monster is also colluding with the traitor and stealing away the treasure box enshrined in the Heming Palace!"

The little master has always practiced the way of ghosts, but he is only ignorant of the affairs in Heming Mountain, and he doesn't know the importance of the treasure box.

Immediately, he waved his little hand with an ignorant expression, "I will go and tell my father, you don't have to worry about it."

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Zhu Yao and Yu Xian, who were fleeing desperately, did not know that they escaped by accident.

The two fled in the mountains for half a day, and only stopped to breathe under the shade of a big tree when they were sure they were safe.

Before Yu Xian could speak, the wild boar the size of a bullock suddenly stood up, wriggling its four hooves and turned into that sturdy young man again.

It's just that the blue shirt is not there at this time, and he is naked, looking quite embarrassed.

"You, you, who are you?"

It was only then that Yu Xian remembered that the idiot in front of him was a monster.

The burly young man let out a heavy breath, his chest rose and fell violently, obviously it was not easy to be hunted down all the way.

He calmed down, and when someone asked his name, he immediately said proudly, "I am a great virtuous teacher who sits down to be the pioneer officer of Zhengyin, Guan Hai!"

"Guan, Guan Hai?"

Yu Xian suddenly had a little impression.

Wasn't Guan Hai the Yellow Turban general who beheaded Zong Bao with one blow and fought dozens of rounds under Guan Yunchang's Qinglong Sword?

How did you come to Sichuan?And tied your own ticket?

In addition, the most important thing is that his name is Guan Hai, why is he really a pig!

After Guan Hai finished speaking, he looked at Yu Xian and asked curiously, "What's your name?"

Yu Xian didn't need to hide this matter, he replied honestly, "My name is Yu Xian."

Guan Hai looked at Yu Xian with piercing eyes, and asked strangely.

"Shouldn't you call yourself poor?"

Yu Xian wondered in his heart, wondering why Guan Hai was entangled in this.

Well, though, as long as you're happy.

"The poor Taoist is called Yu Xian."

Only then did Guan Hai become happy, he looked at Yu Xian with satisfaction, was a little happy, and then became sad again.

In the end, I couldn't bear the sadness and burst into tears.

Yu Xian was dumbfounded.

This feeling is like meeting a long-lost son!

Before Yu Xian began to doubt himself, Guan Hai wiped away his tears and opened his mouth.

Three pieces of yellow silk grew from small to large from Guan Hai's mouth, and fell into his palm.

Then, Guan Hai forced the yellow silk into Yu Xian's hand, and said with a choked voice, "Master Yu, from now on... the future of our Taiping Dao depends on you! You must inherit the legacy of the great virtuous teacher, Overthrow the big man and re-establish Huang Tian!"

"Great virtuous teacher...but I'm watching you from the sky!"

I, I, my day!

Yu Xian's hand seemed to get an electric shock.

He has seen the power of these three pieces of yellow silk before, and knows that they are not ordinary things.

Originally seeing Guan Haisai for himself, he was a little happy, but who would have thought that these three volumes of heavenly scriptures are the Taoism of the Taiping Sect!

The yellow turban bandits have long been wiped out by the heroes, okay, these autumn grasshoppers still expect to continue to jump?

Do not make jokes!

Even if I am ambitious and have long wanted to start a career, I can't take over your mess.

Without further ado, Yu Xian quickly rubbed the three silks, and stuffed them quickly into Guan Hai's mouth.

Where did it come from or go back.

Just as Guan Hai was talking about the emotional part, his mouth was suddenly covered with a cloth, and he became numb for a while.

Is this special?

Afterwards, no matter how stupid he was, he understood what Yu Xian meant.

His face turned red in an instant, and then he became ferocious, and swallowed the ball of yellow silk in one gulp, then his fangs turned out, his mane burst out, and he was about to reveal himself!

Only then did Yu Xian realize his situation, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

After the rest of the matter, right now my life is still in the hands of others!

He saw Guan Hai's ferocious look of wanting to eat people.

Hurriedly and shamelessly punched and shouted, "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand! The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand! The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand!"

Guan Hai was halfway through his transformation, and was almost dodged by this unscrupulous little Taoist priest.

"Humph!"

Seeing Yu Xian submitting, Guan Hai snorted viciously.

However, this little boy's festival is so low, Guan Hai no longer mentions the matter of the three volumes of heavenly scriptures.

He bowed his head and thought for a while, but instead of turning into a human form, he lay on his back under the tree and fell asleep.

Yu Xian carefully looked at the strong wild boar a few times, not daring to have the thought of running away.

The forest around here is very barbaric, with his weak magic power, he might be caught and eaten by mountain elves and wild monsters within a short distance.

How can this be good?

Thinking about it, Yu Xian casually took out the wooden box from his bosom.

When the wooden box was shot just now, it seemed extremely powerful.

Even Zhang Jiao's three volumes of heavenly scriptures, "Lao Tzu Xianger Zhu", which could not do anything about it, were all repelled by this wooden box in one fell swoop.

It's just that the treasure that had to be suppressed with runes, after being drenched in his own blood, not only did not have the effect of recognizing the owner with a drop of blood, on the contrary, he sincerely couldn't see the appearance of any treasure.

There are a few ancient inscriptions on the side of the wooden box, the words dance like dancing, I don't know how long it has been.

"Prajna Paramita?"

Yu Xian tried to shout.

"study hard, improve every day?"

The wooden box didn't respond either.

"Do whatever the fuck you want."

Yu Xian was helpless, and turned over the wooden box in his hand to look again.

It is also these clumsy words that make Yu Xian more and more believe that this treasure in his hands is not simple.

But, what kind of treasure is this?

weapon?Certainly not.Armor?Not reliable either.Could it be used by others?

Thinking about the sweeping scroll, Yu Xian suddenly had an inspiration.

Maybe he was wrong!

Think about it in Journey to the West, since even Taishang Laojun's alchemy gourd and trouser belt can be super magic weapons, these things may also be some kind of ordinary things.

Taking a closer look at the wooden box in his hand, there happened to be a small opening on it.

But the wooden box hadn't been sealed, obviously it couldn't take people.

Just looking at the shape, Yu Xian's heart suddenly moved. If this thing was bigger, it would look like a merit box in temples and Taoist temples!

Could it be for donating money to make a wish?

Just a little bit smaller?

Yu Xian was exhausted from thinking, and simply lay on the ground looking at the blue sky in a daze.

After all, he didn't give up, got up again, holding the wooden box in his hand and said something without thinking.

"Everyone gives a share of love?"

After finishing speaking, I also felt that it didn't make sense, and was about to put down the wooden box, when suddenly the wooden box flashed black and became heavy.

Is there a reaction? !

Yu Xian was pleasantly surprised.

Ouch!This thing is really a merit box!

I just counted the inscriptions on it carefully, but there were no more than ten words, which obviously didn't match what I said.

It should be that the meaning is already similar, so it was sensed by this wooden box.

At this time, the wooden box in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and Yu Xian couldn't lift it, so he quickly turned it out to pour out the contents.

As soon as the wooden box was tilted, white rice could be seen pouring out of the wooden box.

The wooden box looked small, but after Yu Xian poured it down for a long time, there was still an endless supply of rice.

It didn't stop until there were about five buckets of rice piled up on the ground.

Yu Xian was overjoyed, "It's still like this!"