Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

It is true that Beitouda has been coveting the "Kingfisher's Nest" organization for a long time. After all, who in this world has a secure job? The special-shaped pendant hanging around the waist is a symbol of identity, status and strength, and she walks with the wind.

Despite this, I was so overwhelmed that I didn't respond to the invitation immediately.

Seeing that she was put in a difficult position by the elders of Yuntian Sect, she immediately stopped and left the sect to rush to the mortal world. Fortunately, she was not stopped by anyone during the whole journey. The disciple on duty that day did not even make a sound.

At this point, it was no longer possible to bring up the fact that she should be put in solitary confinement. After all, the people from the Yuntian Sect had quarrels with the "Three Realms Gossip Girl" at home, so they always had to move her out to calm the situation.

And was the reason why they went down the mountain to correct it.

I am poor, so I informed this person in the letter.
【The Miaoshu world has been suffering from the same predicament for a long time, and the situation is even worse. Please leave immediately.】

This unprovoked disaster did not stop at the immortal world, but also spread to every corner of the world. The mortal world was also gradually affected by spiritual pollution, just like the scholar who wrote in the first letter, "This world is too weird, our life is a scam", and the mortal world began to touch these taboos one after another...

Compared to the immortals who would explode and fall everywhere after being contaminated, it is obvious that ordinary people have many different ways to commit suicide.
For example, in Dongji, the guards called the households and found that within three days, seven and twelve-year-old children had drowned themselves face down in the paddy fields in front of their homes. When they were found, all of them had taken off their collars, and even their sleeves were not wet.

When the head of the quilt read back my poor letter, I felt horrified.

The number of them is huge, and their mental strength is much weaker than that of the immortal cultivators. The situation of their mental pollution now seems to be even more serious than that of the immortal cultivators.

However, anyone who was so worried about this was about to be turned upside down by the official information release methods of the Immortal Alliance, including "Three Realms Gossip", and no one even saw any small corner reporting this matter.

It seems that the world of immortal cultivation is completely self-contained, and has temporarily forgotten the slogan "Protecting peace in the three realms and six paths is the mission and obligation of immortal cultivators."

After much thought, she came to an understanding. The Yuntian Sect's eldest senior sister had no choice but to bring the countless dream catchers that she had originally intended to distribute to the other disciples down the mountain in person.

I stood at the door of the Pavilion of Rare and Exotic Treasures.
After not seeing each other for a long time, the handsome and graceful owner of the rare treasure pavilion leaned against the door and smiled at her brightly.

The head-turning man stared at her expressionlessly for a long time and asked, "Why do I feel like you don't seem to be an NPC for the main quest?"

I am poor: "..."

Wu Qiong: "Don't spit blood! Who can Wei Chui be a running dog?!"

The head is big: "?"

What the hell?
I'm not anyone's lackey, why am I shouting so loudly?
……

As the saying goes, it is good to lean against a big tree for shade. Below the gate of Yuntian Sect, the mortal world is densely populated. There are three major mountain strongholds with about thirty villages, including Dongji, which I mentioned in the letter.

She was just an ordinary cultivator, and had no right to do such a great thing as saving the common people. She only had to carry a heavy bag with her and head to the worst-hit area.

Of course, she could easily create a dreamcatcher that could capture and store nightmares like the monks did. The boys could only endure it, either sleep with her or leave it to fate.

When she arrived at Dongji, she felt overwhelmed by the silence outside.

It was afternoon, and it should have been the busy farming season, but the fields were empty. However, there were signs of repair work in every courtyard. The children seemed to have noticed the repairs at the front door, so they opened the doors and looked out.

Seeing the man with the big head and the Yuntian Sect Taoist robe coming in with a sword, they looked at each other and whispered.

"This is the fairy sister from the Yuntian Sect, and also Boss Xiuwu, thank you for coming and coming to greet me!"

Welcome to the middle-aged man who looks more respectable than his son. He calls himself a son. His surname is Sheng, and his surname is also Sheng.
At this moment, she rubbed her hands, squeezed her smile to you, but stopped looking at you with her eyes wide open.

"My boss, you mentioned last time that you invited the monks of Yuntian Sect to come to help. I'm sure this person is very surprised."

Finally, I realized what it depends on. It depends on what method she uses, and whether she has the ability to solve our problems.

"This is the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect. She is the disciple of the Immortal Master Yun and the number one female sword cultivator in the Golden Core Stage in the Kunfa Continent. I'm in a dilemma." Wu Qiong said, "If you have any doubts, you can invite her son to come to the door. There are many cultivators in the Yuntian Sect who are waiting for you..."

At this time, there were also people standing in front of the gates of various houses, and they had rarely seen Jindan-stage cultivators in the small Dongji Sect, and even the outer disciples of the serious big sects. Now when they heard about the "Yuntian Sect's eldest sister", they all sighed and looked at the old lady with a slender figure staggering to the door of their house, and asked with tears in their eyes: "Why? Did the Yuntian Sect send this fairy to us? Did they save us? Do the cultivators of the original sect really care about our life or death?"

As soon as the words fell, the old lady's son rushed to the door, covered the old lady's mouth and the quilt, nodded and bowed to apologize, and emphasized, "It's not that she has the intention to blame the immortal world for controlling us," and then dragged the old lady back to the house.

He had heard the voice of a "Jindan-stage cultivator" many times before, and his eyes lit up. He nodded repeatedly, shouting "Fairy Sister Jiuhou, please come and visit us!" and led Beitouda and Wuqiong to the ancestral hall.

According to us, after Dongji had committed suicide, he did not just lie down and wait for death. No matter how slow he was, he soon realized that he had been affected by something, so he was "demon-stricken" and wanted to commit suicide...

So, after thinking about it, we decided to collect those children who behaved abnormally these days and have them taken care of and supervised by several young men on weekdays.

At this moment, all those who arrived were closed in the Sheng family ancestral hall.

It should be said that the symptoms of ordinary people are more controllable than those of monks. The pollution sources they are exposed to are not as seriously affected as those of monks. After being taken care of, the people have not caused any deaths except being in a daze. They just sit in the ancestral hall and talk to themselves every day, or occasionally go crazy and unable to work.

The boss gave them the task of hanging the "I will get rich when I wake up" in the ancestral hall, and then took care of them until they had a good sleep, and maybe they would return to normal after waking up.

Although according to the laws of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree, any use of a magical tool in the mortal world must be strictly reviewed and a written application must be submitted, the current situation is urgent, and it seems that these things have already been widely promoted and used by monks...

It shouldn't matter.

This almost counts as doing good deeds every day, but of course she might refuse if she is overwhelmed.

……

Dongji is not that big, and after walking around for a few minutes, you will arrive at the ancestral hall of this family.

Don't think Dongji looks ordinary and shabby, but you can tell from one look at this ancestral temple that such a huge amount of money was spent on its renovation. It has a green glazed tile roof, a golden nanmu plaque, and four characters "Sheng Gong Sheng You" written on it. You can tell what they mean.

When you walk in, you can see that even the doorposts and beams are made of this century-old waterproof sunken wood. Standing at the door of the ancestral hall, you can smell the special wood fragrance of the sunken wood.

The ancestral hall was very quiet, except for the strong incense and swaying oil lamps, which seemed to be mostly absorbed by the darkness. At a glance, only the outlines of the lamps could be seen, and the rest were swallowed up by the darkness. The autumn wind blew past, and it almost made the cultivators feel a chill.

When she raised her head, she saw such high-level gods enshrined in the center of the ancestral hall. Of course, she knew that the major immortal sects also enshrined ordinary gods such as the Three Pure Ones or the Holy Emperor... She looked here and there, and only saw a statue of a person sitting cross-legged in meditation, with a skinny face, head bowed and eyes closed, long hair reaching his hips and tied up in a bun, and wearing a Buddhist robe.
Practitioners, please bear with me. In this posture, cross the left hand's little finger across the four fingers and hook it with the thumb. Pinch the third section of the four fingers, pinch the horizontal line of the palm print with the middle finger, and stretch the index finger and ring finger straight.

It is the Taoist Ziwei Seal.
Legend has it that this seal represents the Great Emperor of the North Pole, who can ward off ghosts and gods.

"Is this the Dharma?"

The sound is also long. Hehe, look at the sound. Pan Naisheng's ancestor fairy once obtained the holy liquid bestowed by the predecessor. From then on, she cleansed her mortal body and almost became a Buddha, leaving behind her flesh body. After a thousand years, she will decay and even grow hair naturally. She is enshrined here. Eating her hair can cure all diseases.

"Maybe in a few years, I will be able to give birth to a physical body. Then I can give you the real immortal flesh!"

The son's tone was firm, as if it was absolutely true.

She was so confused that she wanted to say something but stopped herself from saying it. She thought to herself, "You still want to eat the flesh of a god?" In fact, she could understand that she was wearing Buddhist robes and making Taoist seals with her hands. In the end, she didn't have any tricks. Buddhist cultivation only started to establish its own sect in recent years. So far, she has not been recognized by the mainstream cultivation methods.

She didn't have time to think too much, and had already followed the long path and gone around to the back wing of the ancestral hall.

She spoke in a long voice, stretched out her hand to push open the door, and spoke in a loud voice.

At this moment, she saw that there was a very large space in front of her. The room was so empty that there was not even a chair. All the walls and pillars were covered with layers of cushions...
In the room, there were dozens of people sitting, lying or standing, all with empty eyes, some in a daze, some talking to themselves at the corner, their feet or hands.

"She can bring it back to life. She can bring it back to life."
"This is the Gate of Disaster."
"Disaster, hehe, disaster... the truth has been revealed. I said that this god will have to return to our sect sooner or later."
"It also wakes up these damn things, and it also summons its followers! It's very brainwashing!"
"How stupid! How stupid! Those monks, how stupid!"
"god!"
"Making a rite! Curse to death! Ummaheiqinapoke, Om kama... Hey! Hey!"

She looked forward with a big head, stepped into the room, and at this moment she shuddered as she watched what was happening. In the room, she muttered to herself, sat or lay down, got up from the door, stared at the wall in a daze, and moved her head.
All of the cultivators suddenly turned their heads in unison, and saw that both of them had blood-red hair under their eyes, staring at her silently like a black hole.

She walked into the crowd and saw that there was no girl standing in the corner. She walked through the door.

She looked very young, with her hair wrapped in a white cloth, and the dark circles under her eyes showed that she hadn't slept for several days. She first looked at him with her black and white eyes, and then turned to the chief and asked in a light voice: "Chief, have you tried to save us? How can we bring the believers of the disaster here?"
The head was stunned: "Who is the believer? Me?"

She seemed to be very embarrassed. She said "Aiya" and stamped her feet. At this time, the girl looked away and started to sing the opera again. She laughed awkwardly at the quilt: "Crazy, crazy, Huilan, you are crazy! How can we fix her like this? Fairy sister, please ignore it!"

The girl who was said to be crazy heard this and sang again.

Sheng Huilan turned her head and looked at the loud speaker with clear eyes and sneered, and said, "Go away."

Leaving behind the original site with a big head and confused.

Wuqiong pulled her aside to look at her and whispered, "Hurry up and hang up your dream catcher, let's go."

The quilt nodded.

Just as she was about to take action, another unexpected explosion occurred. The old man drooled and approached her crazily. Without saying a word, she knelt down with a plop and cried loudly: "Oh, old man! I'm sick! Please, let me eat a bite of our ancestors' holy relics! I want to heal my illness, I'll cure the old one and the young one next to me!"

"Sheng Dongsheng! Stop messing around!" Sheng Yechang pushed the old man away and shouted, "I'm here to find a monk from the Yuntian Sect, and I'll come down to save your eyes."

The old man kept pestering you: "Just let me eat a bite, just let me eat a bite! Eating a bite will make me better! Didn't she give us incense in previous years? What if her sons take her place this year? She will do it! It's really a headache for us! You see, we don't have much in total, and every bite is not enough for us!"

As the Master said this, he retreated toward the door.

Open this door at the gate.

The young and middle-aged people guarding the door also looked alert and surrounded the door, ready to go.
But when the crazy things started, the power of the lower cultivators exceeded their own power.

That Sheng Dongsheng ran to the door frantically, and this action alarmed the children in the room. When the children heard the "holy relic", they looked at the big head of the quilt again, and when they heard Sheng Dongsheng say "It's not time to look at the door", their eyes lit up.

At this moment, Sheng Dongsheng ran towards the door, as if to show them that there was no signal. All the cultivators had moved at this time, with stiff limbs and obsessed eyes, the children were like a tide of zombies being controlled, rushing towards the door.

Look at this sudden outburst!

The young and middle-aged men at the door were no match for these crazy people. They were knocked over by them in a few moves. It seemed that they were not related to them, so they had to watch helplessly as they were called uncles and aunts, or simply stepped on by their brothers and sisters!
At this moment, she knew that a strong draft was blowing through the hall from no direction, the wick was swaying, the candle was flickering, and the candle holder was finally knocked over by the running crowd, plunging the entire ancestral hall into unbearable darkness!
In the chaos, the monks with big heads used their eyesight to see that they had not been stepped on and had already vomited blood. The young and middle-aged men were pulled from the crowd to the corner.
The young man was choking on blood, and his voice was cut off. He looked towards the door with his dying eyes, shouting: "Dad... Dad!"

The boys were overjoyed and saw the old man as agile as a monkey, jumping under the altar at the front of the ancestral hall.

The sound of the rain is rising in the east.

I saw that their feet had already been kicked off by their cloth shoes, and their feet were cracked due to years of farming. They stepped on the fruit plate, and the fruit fell off the plate, breaking it into pieces and cutting their feet so that blood was flowing out.

However, you and she are not.

The boy seemed to feel no pain at all, so he kicked away and crawled towards you. Then, to our disbelief, the boy reached out and grabbed the long hair of the "Holy Ancestor Dharma Image", pulled the whole Dharma Image in front of him, and then reached out to dig into its already shriveled eye sockets.

They dug out some dried meat with skin on, or even their eyeballs, and stuffed them into their mouths frantically.

Their sons also followed suit, chewing their feet, hands, lips, or simply pulling their dry hair and chewing them!

"I will regenerate you guys, I will regenerate you guys!"
"It's okay, may the ancestors bless me, I will be free from illness and disaster! I beg the ancestors to give me a good incense!"
"Ahhh, my head hurts so much, it really hurts so much, everyone, eat quickly, we will have more children anyway! Ancestors bless us, I beg the ancestors to give us good incense!"

The people tore this and that, shouted this and that, making a mess in the ancestral hall.

Soon, the flesh of the so-called ancestor immortals was torn into pieces by the group. The ones behind them were in a hurry to grab them, so they pushed them down and ate them. They reached into their mouths and tried to take out a piece of flesh, but they couldn't swallow it in time.

"Stop! Don't rob, or you'll be punished!"

The long stamping of feet, shouting, and crying for the children to stop had almost no effect and the children were not heard at all.

"Look at what you have done."
She knew when Sheng Huilan would appear. She had no intention of following him to grab the food. Instead, she stood by and looked at him coldly, smiling, "You guys are going to get your retribution. You too."

"Look, shutter, look, look, what good things are they doing... They even dare to gnaw on the holy relics! This strange sound is so long, it suddenly brought the believers of the disaster into the door, and she was also brought in, so all the cultivators are crazy!"
Sheng Huilan began to laugh, and the louder she laughed, the more she turned to the man in the quilt. "Something bad is going to happen to the kids, and it's all your fault!"

The sound became louder and louder, and in the end it was actually very shrill!

Before the head-turning one could react, Rong Xiu pounced on her from behind and bit Huilan's neck with a "Woo" sound. With lightning speed, he tore off a piece of meat!
Sheng Huilan was stunned at first, then she covered her neck in disbelief. After a while, she waited for blood to gushed out from her fingertips, and then she screamed!
Biting them will only make the next move.

The old man's eyes were red, and he said: "Why did you ask her to eat? Why did you ask her to have the Holy Ancestor Incense? Why did you give her a headache? Why did you affect her...ah, please give her a look."

The child paused here.

The child tilted his head and asked quietly, "Will your children also receive the blessings of the Saint Ancestors and have the same immortal bodies as the Saint Ancestors from now on?"

Sheng Huilan cursed Sheng Dongsheng, saying that his brain was rotten and he was hysterical. He suddenly overturned the incense burner and grabbed the incense ash to cover the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
But it was too late.

His sons also heard this, and turned their heads again as if they were inspired by something, stopped biting and wrestling, and began to mutter, "Why did you eat her?" "Huilan, you are practicing secrets." "Sheng Lao Si, you ate the flesh and blood of the Holy Ancestor, you are trying to get well"...

Then, the children look at you.

Before Sheng Huilan could react, the door was knocked over. Immediately afterwards, they pounced on them and began to gnaw at her eyes, just like they had just gnawed and tore at the ancestor's Dharma image.
The women screamed in agony and almost overturned the ancestral hall.

……

She almost rolled under the quilt and crawled on her hands and feet to climb up the beams of the ancestral hall. Before Huilan's blood covered the entire bluestone surface of the ancestral hall, she hung two dreamcatchers on the highest point of the beams.

Look, stop this.

Roaring sounds, chewing sounds, screaming sounds, and sounds of condemnation.

Look, everything stops here.

Squat and cross the beam, the girl's face is as white as paper, panting like a cow, saying that the three souls are scared away, and the seven spirits are also hers for passing the eye

She lowered her head and looked at the ground below. The altar was overturned, and the blood-stained tribute peaches rolled down. There were only the withered bones of the Sheng family's ancestor's body thrown beside them, the cassock was torn into pieces, the incense ashes were broken, and the dark red blood flowed along the bluestone bricks...

It's like being in purgatory.

The crazy ones suddenly stopped and fell unconscious, and the young men were separated by the crowd.

Huilan had been eaten to pieces by now, blood gushing out from every part of her body. She lay with her arms and legs spread out, her eyes half closed, her eyes blurred and her eyes staring at Liang.

"The followers of Disaster."

After saying these five words, she also acted like her own son and said, "Close your eyes."

……

Dongji was also polluted and the people did not fall into deep sleep like ordinary monks.

The girls were breathing weakly, their pulses were barely detectable, and their body temperatures dropped drastically in a short period of time. It seemed that they might not survive to this temperature...

In our poor words, if we die here, we can also say that we are still alive here temporarily.

……

She knew that they were also the people who rushed to the corners of the messy ancestral hall. When they saw the mess in the ancestral hall, they were surprised at first, and soon they ran to each family, and found their own family lying in the pile.

The big man will take out the dreamcatcher you built and hang you on the beam.

When her hair was falling, it happened to fall in the shadow of the corner. The young man who had just been rescued by her was huddled there half-dead. She was frightened by the loud "bang" sound of the hair falling on his head, and he raised his head.

The dark eyes were filled with blood and their faces were burning.

This made us all terrified and timid.

The man touched the old man's face in his arms and wiped the scraps of flesh off his lips. The man lowered his head, and after a long time, he made a sound that she could almost hear.

"She's rotten."

Just stand beside the guy and watch for a while.

Until she was far away, Wuqiong called their names with concern and asked her to pass.

The big head blinked, looked at the old man who was held in the arms of the young man, then looked at Huilan in the distance, who was surrounding her and the crying child who was clumsily wrapping bandages around her body.

Farther away, there were people lying in all directions, on the verge of death, with no certainty of their future.

The big head raised her left hand and silently held her trembling right hand tightly.

She blames me.

she said to herself.

(End of this chapter)