The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 293 Ji Ping’an warms wine and kills demons (please subscribe)
"Sorry!"

Outside the ruined temple, in the mist, three horses came almost side by side, like sharp knives, plowing out a clear trajectory in the gradually thickening mist.

Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly and found that besides the scholar, there was a man and a woman, both young.

The man is dressed in black and has a sharp knife on his waist. The woman is also dressed as a warrior. She has a beautiful appearance, a slender waist, a long sword on her back, and her hair is tied high.

This will crash into the temple, Fang Fu tightens the reins and dismounts one after another.

The scholar first turned his head and looked behind him with lingering fear, and then he noticed that there were already people in the temple.

"Are you all on your way too? Xiaoke and his companions arrived here for the first time, and were about to go to Beiling County. They didn't want to encounter this weird fog, so they came to take shelter when they saw this temple."

The scholar carrying the book box cupped his hands and explained in a formal manner.

The woman behind her looked at the three of them curiously, while the man in black attire beside him had a wary look in his eyes and his hand was hanging on the side of the knife.

Although Dazhou is generally relatively stable, you should always be vigilant when walking outside.

Especially the combination of the three people in front of me is really weird:
A young Taoist priest, a cool young man dressed as a martial artist who carried a book box, and a book boy squatting on the ground, sticking out his butt and pulling firewood.

Somewhat strange.

Ji Ping'an smiled and nodded, and made a Taoist ritual:
"I've just arrived, please excuse me."

Seeing his calm demeanor, the scholars also breathed a sigh of relief, and the woman cupped her hands and said thank you.

The man in black attire looked outside again and said in a deep voice:
"Why did this damn place suddenly get foggy? It almost scared the horses."

"Hush, don't say the word 'ghost'!" Suddenly, the young boy in Tsing Yi, who was pulling firewood with his butt stuck out, stood up in a panic, hugging a pile of branches, showing that he was quite afraid of the word 'ghost'.

The scholar asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

The Tsing Yi book boy shook his head, walked to the side quickly and started to light the fire, and whispered:

"You are outsiders and don't know anything. This foggy miasma in the mountains is a strange phenomenon in our Beiling area. The old people say that it is caused by evil spirits coming out from the underworld, and fog will appear during the day. It goes away as quickly as it comes. Also unexpectedly, there is a 'fog demon' or something called a 'fog ghost' walking in the fog. If you accidentally encounter it, you must light a fire in time to drive it away, otherwise it will easily become sneaky!"

As he spoke, he took out the fire stick and lit the fire with a bang.

As a circle of fire spread and illuminated the surrounding area, the Tsing Yi book boy's nervousness was relieved.

Ji Ping'an and the God Emperor looked at each other, both a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, just now he was talking about being sneaky, and here he is.

However, the scholar somewhat distrusted the two of them. Generally speaking, sneaky souls, let alone attacks, would avoid the monks as long as they were detected from a distance.

But in the heart of the little country book boy, it was obvious that these two "immortal masters" who had not been in contact for a long time were not important enough. At least the "magic power" displayed by Ji Ping'an could not offset the fear of the "fog ghost".

"Tsk." Hearing this, the man in black attire smiled, patted the scabbard, and said disdainfully:
"What a mist monster, don't say these words to scare people."

The woman also looked normal and smiled:

"My brother and sister have been practicing martial arts for many years. We have fought against gangsters and gangsters, but we have never seen any ghosts."

Only the scholar was a little timid. Hearing this, he shrank his neck and said harshly:
"Zibuyu is strange and confused..."

But he still walked to the firewood honestly, hugged a little, and tried:
"But it's dark in this temple, so it does need lighting."

After saying that, he also lit a fire on the other side of the temple.

They put some distance away from the fire between Ji Ping'an and the others.

The young men and women who looked at them shook their heads and laughed, but they did not stop him. They walked over to help. They even sat on the ground, took out their dry food and water bags, rested and talked.

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the other side.

Ji Ping'an and the other three simply sat down around the fire and asked about the fog ghost.

The Tsing Yi bookboy explained that it was rare in previous years, but it was more common this year, but this was also the second time he had encountered it in his life.

The first time I bumped into him was when I was walking with my parents when I was younger.

A heavy fog enveloped their village, and the family waited for the fire pot until the fog cleared. When they went out, they found that all the poultry and livestock left outside the house were insane, and some villagers had also mysteriously disappeared.

The old man in the village said that those people lost the protection of the flame and were carried away by ghosts.

When the book boy told the story, he was trembling all over, his childhood was shadowed.

"Why are you panicking? I am... the uncle is protecting you. When the immortal Buddha comes, he will kill him with one sword." The God Emperor saw the cowardly look on the boy's face and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

However, with the expressionless expression on the puppet's face, the book boy was almost frightened to tears.

Ji Ping'an looked calm, and like a magic trick, he took out a bowl, poured the cold wine in the water bag into it, and then put it on the fire to roast.

In the quiet temple, one could only hear the conversations of the three people on the other side, as if they were discussing the next arrangements.

From the conversation, we learned that the three of them were traveling together. The man in black attire was called "Feng Wu" and the woman was called "Ruan Xiu". They were brothers and sisters of a certain martial arts sect, and they were traveling this time.

The cowardly scholar is named "Zhao Dengke". He has two purposes for this trip, one is to go to Zhongzhou, and the other is to deliver letters for others.

The three of them discussed in lowered voices, and then talked about Ji Ping'an and the others, speculating on their identities and purposes.

It's just that they thought their voices were very low and they were far away, so they had no idea that Ji Ping'an had already heard their conversation.

It's just that Ji Ping'an is too young and doesn't seem to have a noble temperament. Since the state religion is Taoism, Taoist attire is also very ordinary. Most of them are "literary" Taoist priests, namely:
Believers who don’t know any magic.

Therefore, after chatting for a few words, he no longer looked at him.

The flame is silent.

The fog outside the temple is getting thicker.

At first it was just a blur, but later it became a rolling thick white, as if the whole world was obscured.

The boy in green clothes became more and more frightened and kept adding firewood to the fire, chanting "Tianzun" and "Buddha"...

Ji Ping'an and the God Emperor looked calm.

Suddenly, several horses tied at the door stamped their hooves uneasily and neighed in panic, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Brother, something is wrong."

The woman named Ruan Xiu frowned, "Horses have a better sense of danger than people. Maybe something is approaching in the mist."

Zhao Dengke, who was holding the book box, trembled and lowered his voice:
"Is there something? Could it really be that?"

Feng Wu, who was dressed in black, glanced at him with a slight disdain and joked:

"Brother Zhao, you are a perfect match for that book boy."

"Senior brother!" Ruan Xiu reminded him and said:

"I'm afraid it's the wild wolves in the mountains that use the mist to walk around, so they have the theory of ghosts."

Feng Wu stood up, drew his sword out of its sheath, and said, "I'll go out and take a look. Junior sister, you can watch the reading."

"Brother, be careful."

"It's okay."

Feng Wu was quite confident that with his martial arts, he could escape unharmed even if he encountered a wild beast.

Then he boldly stepped out of the temple door with a sharp knife in hand. In the blink of an eye, his figure was swallowed up by the thick fog.

But there was no sound as expected. Ruan Xiu waited for a while, and finally a figure returned from the mist.

It was Feng Wu who was traveling with a fierce sword.

"Senior brother, you are back, have you noticed anything?" Ruan Xiu took a long breath, smiled, stood up and greeted him.

However, Zhao Dengke, who was hiding by the fire, stretched his neck and stared at Feng Wu who was returning.Feng Wu walked forward step by step, his messy hair hanging down, covering half of his face:
"There was nothing. The fog was too thick and I couldn't see clearly. I was worried that I would get lost if I wandered far away, so I came back."

Ruan Xiu nodded and said: "It should be so."

However, at this moment, Zhao Dengke suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"

The next second, Feng Wu suddenly raised his head, his messy black hair parted to both sides, revealing a slightly ferocious face.

But his eyes were covered with a layer of white, and the pupils could not be seen.

"Chong!"

He drew out his knife and slashed at Ruan Xiu!

Ruan Xiu was already keenly aware that something was wrong, and was secretly vigilant. When she heard the reminder, her long and tight legs instantly tensed, and she twisted her waist and rolled to avoid it.

Feng Wu slashed the ground with his sword, setting off a turbulent stream of sword energy. It was obvious that although he was not a monk, he was able to enter the room with his skills.

"Snapped!"

The sword energy extended straight, and the fire instantly fell into pieces, turning into balls of sparks and crashing in all directions.

"Ah——" Zhao Dengke timidly hid behind the book box, trembling.

"Run!"

Ruan Xiujiao scolded, pulled out her long sword with her backhand, and stabbed her senior brother. However, she was hit by Feng Wu's knife in her backhand. She flew into the air and hit the wooden pillars in the temple, causing the dust to rustle down.

Zhao Dengke screamed and ran around the temple wall with the book box in his arms. He ran a few steps and fell again.

Feng Wu turned his head, his pupilless eyes instantly locked on Zhao Dengke, and he stepped forward, but was interrupted by a horizontal sword thrust.

For a while, the man and woman started fighting, but Feng Wu was obviously stronger in martial arts, and Ruan Xiu didn't dare to really hurt his senior brother, so he couldn't use his full strength, and the battle soon became tilted.

With the sound of weapons clashing, Ruan Xiu's body fell to the ground again. At this time, the cold wind blew in outside the temple door.

Make a purring sound.

The horses suddenly whined and fell to their knees, trembling.

The bonfire, which was already in pieces, was instantly extinguished by the cold wind, leaving only a few scarlet charcoal fires.

It barely reflects the surrounding scenery.

"Ah -" Zhao Dengke shouted again, staring outside the temple door with wide eyes, only to see humanoid shadows suddenly walking out of the thick black mist.

Densely packed, as if there were hundreds of them, those figures stood in front of the temple door, staring intently at this side, like countless evil ghosts choosing people to devour.

Ruan Xiu lay on the ground, stretched out her hand to grasp the hilt of the sword beside her, and tried to get up, but she felt as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cave, as if she had lost her strength.

I could only hold my body in despair and watch the senior brother in front of me holding a knife and approaching step by step.

Finished!

Ruan Xiu's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and she realized that she might die in this deserted temple.

She closed her eyes sadly, raised her head, and faced the sharp knife that Feng Wu raised with both arms to chop off.

But the next second.

Just as his eyelids were about to close, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a ray of fire coming suddenly, hitting Feng Wu's chest instantly, making a "Peng" explosion.

Sparks splattered.

Feng Wu, who was just now majestic and demon-like, had his eyes bulging out, his mouth wide open, streams of white mist sprang out from his mouth crazily, and he slumped down like a deflated rubber ball.

Immediately.

The bonfire at his feet that had been extinguished suddenly flickered, and a fire as high as a person's height erupted again.

Intense light spread in all directions, tearing apart the fog that had submerged the surface of the earth at some point, and the air was filled with shrill screams.

It was as if something had been annihilated.

Ruan Xiu felt the coldness on her body recede instantly, like ice and snow melting. She regained control and perception of her body, and staggered up.

Astonishment appeared on the face that was like warm jade, highlighted by the firelight.

what happened?

what happened?
Just when she was completely confused, she suddenly felt as if she was blessed and thought of something.

Yes, why was there such a big movement just now, but the other three strangers in the temple seemed to have completely disappeared?
Ruan Xiu turned around suddenly, and immediately she couldn't help but be stunned.

At the other end of the temple, a bonfire was burning quietly, and three people were sitting beside the fire.

The book boy was still huddled up in a ball, clutching the firewood and motionless.

The cold-faced martial artist, carrying a bookcase on his back and carrying a long sword at his waist, sat cross-legged and meditated, as if he didn't even bother to look this way.

The young Taoist priest who had taken the initiative to greet her and impressed her the most was still sitting by the fire at this moment, with a calm expression, without any panic or anxiety, and he was staring intently in front of him, with the firelight reflected in his eyes.

It seems that there is no change from before, and the movement here does not affect the other side at all.

It's like two very different worlds.

At this time, Ji Ping'an saw that the wine had finally warmed up. He raised his hand towards the flames and found a bowl of steaming soju in his hand.

He put it to his mouth, blew on it gently, and drank.

Ruan Xiu looked at this scene blankly, turned his head and looked outside the temple.

In the thick fog separated by the door, hundreds of ghostly black shadows were surrounded. They wanted to rush into the temple, but they seemed to be afraid of the fire.

It can only ferociously stretch the shadow into a twisted and weird shape, which is terrifying and weird.

It even roared like ghosts crying and gods howling.

"It's... annoying."

Ji Ping'an frowned, put down half a bowl of remaining wine, shook out a piece of tawny talisman paper from his fingertips, waved it on the flame, and pressed it to the ground with a "pop" sound.

In an instant, the dense fog rolled crazily, and the black shadows disintegrated in horror, disintegrating into balls of black "liquid" and rushing toward the burning talisman along the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the talisman burned out, and the countless ferocious "fog ghosts" disappeared without a trace.

Ji Ping'an picked up half a bowl of remaining wine and raised his hand towards the temple door.

After a crackling sound, like the sound of rain hitting plantains, a sharp scream could be heard faintly in the mist, and then the sound quickly faded away and disappeared without a trace.

Immediately, the fog that was as thick as a curtain gradually faded.

The fog dissipated.

Ruan Xiu stared blankly at this scene, as if she understood something. She turned back, looked at Zhao Dengke who was trembling as he walked over, and suddenly bowed deeply to Ji Pingan:
"Thank you sir."

Ji Ping'an just stared at the empty bowl in front of him, a little lost in thought, and said casually:

"No need."

It was as if he had just done a trivial thing before.

At this time, the God Emperor also opened his eyes: "Is there anything weird?"

Ji Ping'an thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Not sure, just ignore it."

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I felt very stuck before writing, but after I finished writing, I found that I had only written a third of the prepared chapter outline...

(End of this chapter)