I became a saint in the world of Liao Zhai, and flirted with monster girls

Unfortunately, destiny was not on the side of the Han Dynasty, and Zhuge Kongming eventually died at Wuzhangyuan.

No one knew where this magician got this fragment of what should have been the righteous Dharma, but unfortunately he did not understand the profound meaning behind it and turned it into a sorcery.

But due to his extreme desire for longevity and his constant study of the magic sacrifice method, he simplified the ritual into its current form.

Using human popularity as the furnace fire, in front of everyone, the life of the Beidou boy was refined into peaches. After taking them, one can increase his lifespan by three months.

However, every time you swallow a peach, you will accumulate karma, reduce your own luck, and your soul will decay a little, ultimately leading to a bad end.

Of course, for a man whose life span has ended and who has fallen into madness, these are nothing.

In order to continue to survive, the magician can do anything and pay any price.

Chapter 12: Covered in shit, hurting others and yourself

For the magician, this should have been another day of reaping "fruits".

However, he never expected that coming here today would be the end of his evil deeds.

"Boss Zhang, it's time to take action." Zhou Kao stood by the window of Wenhui Building, staring at the magician downstairs, and spoke calmly.

"Yes!" Zhang Long responded, his voice full of determination and courage.

Downstairs, the magician, with a beaming smile on his face, said to the crowd around him, "Everyone, I am old and frail, and I'm afraid it's difficult for me to climb this ladder to pick the peaches. I'll let my son do it for me."

As he spoke, he glanced at the boy beside him. The boy's body trembled slightly, but he remained silent, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

"Son...son," the magician called out hypocritically. Under his urging and the curious gazes of the crowd, the boy's body stiffly moved slowly towards the hemp rope.

He slowly stretched out his trembling little hand, as if every inch of movement took up all his strength.

The atmosphere around them grew increasingly tense, and it seemed that a cruel sacrifice was about to be inevitable.

"Ahhhh, that guy!!!"

At this critical moment, a sharp shout broke the tense atmosphere.

"Wait, wait! Do you understand the rules? Do you understand the rules? Don't you know whose territory this is?"

I saw a ruffian in ragged clothes squeezing through the crowd, cursing.

He had a face full of flesh and walked with a stagger, looking like a gangster.

"You dare to play tricks here without my permission, Master Zhang San? Are you tired of living?"

This Zhang San was none other than the scoundrel who was thrown into jail yesterday before he could get away.

Today, he was taken advantage of by Zhou Kao and others and came here to play himself.

You know what, his reckless attitude is really on point, and he portrays the image of an arrogant and domineering local tyrant to perfection.

Seeing this, the magician was angry, but he also knew that such a street scoundrel was not to be trifled with.

He suppressed his anger, took out a handful of silver from his pocket, and handed it over with a smile on his face, saying, "Sir, I'm a newcomer and don't know the rules. I hope you can forgive me."

In his opinion, spending money to ward off disasters is nothing as long as it allows him to successfully complete the spell.

However, Zhang San didn't think so. He slapped the silver the magician handed him and threw it to the ground, shouting, "You think I'm your uncle begging for food? I just casually took two taels of silver from Old Song yesterday. This isn't even enough for a cup of tea for my brothers!!!"

Uncle Zhang San was so arrogant that his nose was almost pointing to the sky.

The few followers behind him also wisely started to drive away the crowd around them, shouting, "Get out, get out! What's so good about this?"

The magician watched helplessly as these bastards drove away the onlookers. He was forced to stop the ritual he was performing halfway, and the evil fire in his heart suddenly rose up.

In his eyes, these people in the market are nothing but insects and ants with dim life stars, foul air all over their bodies, and decayed essence and blood. Only their weak souls still have some value.

He thought to himself: Later, I must kill all these people and give them to that fortune-telling bastard as a gift.

But now he had to endure it. After all, he couldn't easily reveal his true identity in public.

But Uncle Zhang San seemed not to think it was enough. He was incredibly brave and kicked and hit the magician's shoulder pole on the ground.

Suddenly, his eyes locked onto the hemp rope that flew into the sky, a greedy smile appeared on his face, and he said, "The immortal rope asked me to go up and see if there is a Peach Garden.

If there is one, I will eat one and throw one away, then go look at the fairies in the sky, ahahahahahahahahaha"

As he spoke, he laughed loudly, and his rotten teeth looked particularly glaring in the sunlight.

The magician could no longer bear it, and he quietly put his hands into his sleeves, ready to strike at any time.

In his mind, whoever touches this rope will die!

This rope is the key to his evil magic of "God's Life-Taking" and must not be lost.

"Zhang San! It's you again! Are you looking for death?" At this critical moment, Zhang Long appeared with dozens of constables. They marched in unison, their momentum fierce, like a divine army descending from the sky.

Zhang Long held an iron ruler in his hand, pointed at Zhang San and the others majestically, and shouted loudly.

His voice was as loud as a bell, instantly calming the situation.

The detectives acted quickly, swinging their iron bars at Zhang San and the others.

For a moment, the hooligans cried for their parents and fled in all directions. Seeing this, the magician secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: This Beiguo constable is still useful. At least he helped me drive away these annoying guys.

However, before he could be happy for too long, he saw that Zhang Long and others' target was actually the boy next to him.

"Huh? Why are you arresting my boy?"

The magician was startled and was about to ask something when suddenly a ball of grayish-white powder flew towards him, stuck to his face and instantly blocked his vision.

Immediately afterwards, several iron bars hit him heavily, making a "clang clang" sound, as if hitting stones, which made the detectives' hands numb.

At the same time, a hook flew over from a distance and quickly bound his limbs.

This series of actions was smooth and flowing, obviously carefully planned.

Danyangzi once said that the method practiced by this magician was a legitimate method of dual cultivation of sex and life, but he used it in a wrong way.

During the day, his fighting ability was much stronger than Dan Yangzi's. And the word "much" sounded so frightening at this moment.

The magician stood there, remaining silent at first, but soon his heart was filled with anger and he became furious.

His clothes began to change strangely, with tiger stripes moving across them like living things.

He allowed the iron bar to hit him continuously, but he was not hurt at all.

At the same time, his lips turned bright red, as if he had just drunk blood.

"Danzhu, the mouth god, spews out filth and removes evil. Hu Ben, the throat god, draws in fluids."

The magician was muttering to himself. He used the evil blood-feeding method to cultivate an evil spirit and possessed a body. With these two tricks, he was notoriously difficult to deal with among the evil cultivators.

At this moment, he took a deep breath and thought to himself: When I open my mouth, the evil tiger will roar in the mountains and forests, devouring souls and spirits, and everyone here will die.

Then, he planned to take advantage of the chaos to escape from Beiguo County immediately, as he had realized that there was a trap here.

However, just as he opened his lips slightly and was about to use his magical powers, someone suddenly brought a bucket of night-scented perfume and poured it heavily on him.

In an instant, a pungent stench spread.

The smell is so disgusting that it can make people faint. The night incense barrel is filled with filthy things.

Originally, the purpose of cleansing the mouth and throat was to eliminate verbal karma and strengthen cultivation.

But now, he was covered in filth, his mouth and nose were covered in filth, and the magician's magical power was instantly broken.

Not only that, this sudden mental attack filled the magician's head with a strange smell and great humiliation.

He felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, with anger, humiliation, pain and other emotions intertwined.

"You all... Ugh... Ugh..."

He wanted to curse, but when he opened his mouth, he was choked by the filth and could not speak. He could only make intermittent retching sounds.

Zhang Mingdao in the building instinctively leaned back with a look of disgust on his face.

Even some constables switched to long-handled weapons such as sickle-hook spears. After all, the smell was too bad and it was harmful to both themselves and others.

At this moment, a constable rushed over and reported to Zhou Kao, "Mr. Zhou, the child's identity has been verified. He is indeed the son of the Li family."

"Okay, Brother Zhang, let's retreat. A gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall."

Zhou Kao nodded and spoke calmly.

He also wanted to go up and try the magician's skills himself. The tiger-patterned sword in his hand hummed softly when he saw the demon man performing the evil tiger magic, as if he couldn't wait to drink the evil man's blood.

But after the constable poured those filthy things on the magician, he no longer wanted to go forward and chop him. After all, the "magic damage" was too high, and the stench was daunting.

Zhou Kao made a prompt decision and hurriedly evacuated with a group of people.

The magician below was now in a state of hysteria.

His mind was in a daze, and he knew only that everyone was going to die. Everyone who witnessed this scene was going to die!!! Everyone in Beiguo County was going to die!!!

"Ah?!" Suddenly, the magician's soul seemed to be shattered in an instant by a powerful force, and severe pain spread throughout his body.

"Ah!!! It hurts so much!!!" He let out a miserable cry, and his voice resounded through the sky.

It turned out that the last three jars of black dog blood were poured onto the hemp rope.

"The method of being born with a destiny" requires an object to carry the power of prolonging life, even if it is modified by a magician.

And this rope, like the Seven Star Lamp, is the key to his evil magic.

Wei Yan's ability to break the Seven Star Lamp was due to destiny, while Zhou Kao's ability to break the Immortal Rope was a matter of chance, effortless and effortless.

The hemp rope in the sky began to twist wildly, like an enraged python.

It fell from the clouds to the earth, and everything within dozens of feet was within its whipping range.

In an instant, the walls were shattered, the floor tiles were overturned, the archway collapsed, and even the Wenhui Building had one floor removed.

Rubble flew everywhere and bricks turned into powder. The scene was very terrifying.

Fortunately, everyone evacuated the dangerous area urgently under Zhou Kao's command.

Everyone on the outside watched the hemp rope struggle for a long time, and finally it stopped moving like a dead snake.

The magician's life-extending technique, which he had cultivated at the cost of his life, was broken, and he fell to his knees, howling weakly.

His body changed rapidly, and he quickly aged from a middle-aged man into a white-haired old man.

But time did not seem to let him go. His hair began to fall out, his teeth fell out one by one, his bones became brittle, his flesh and blood gradually lost their vitality, and his organs began to fail.

Finally, he fell to the ground, his eyes were cloudy, his body was incontinent, and then he died miserably in filth, reduced to ashes, his soul annihilated by the backlash of karma.

Afterwards, the detectives immediately began to clean the floor professionally and collect the debris.

They worked quickly and with clear division of labor, and soon the scene was almost cleaned up.

The crowd around also slowly gathered together. After all, this was not the battle in the small courtyard on the edge of the county town yesterday afternoon, but a fierce hunt in the downtown area.

Such a huge commotion cannot be hidden.

Then, Ximen County Magistrate came out. Ximen Bao was in high spirits, standing before everyone with his head held high and his chest puffed out.

From discovering the traces of the demon, to making careful plans, to personally supervising the battle at the front line, he played an important role in this incident.

It is not an exaggeration to call him Ximen Qingtian.

He spoke a few simple words to the people around him to calm everyone's emotions, and also mentioned that he would ask for rewards based on their merits.

After all, everyone involved this time, whether they were constables or other assisting personnel, made great contributions to maintaining the peace in Beiguo County, and they all have a bright future.

Because of this incident, Zhou Kao became even more famous in the already famous Beiguo County.

His heroic deeds are constantly praised by the people.

A stranger passed by and saw the group of people returning home. He was very curious.

He then asked the old man at the teahouse at the bridgehead, "How did this scholar become so strong and powerful?"

The old man smiled and replied, "The scholar's surname is Zhou, and his given name is Yixian. He has always been good at standing up for the weak and has a chivalrous heart.

He was well-read at Xiliu Academy, and because of his bold and righteous character, he was also known as the "Haoyi Xiucai."

"He's actually a scholar, but he doesn't look like one at all."

The stranger waved his folding fan and looked at the strong figures walking away in the distance, his eyes full of surprise.

Chapter 13: Old hag, do you still dare to play the game of He Bo marrying a wife?

In a clean and simple courtyard in Xiaohe Village, Zhou Kao, wearing a square flat scarf on his head and a green Confucian robe, was concentrating on using a cotton cloth dipped in knife oil to meticulously wipe and maintain his precious sword.

Different from the elegant and handsome appearance pursued by scholars at that time, Zhou Kao was tall and straight, more than eight feet tall, and full of heroic spirit.