As we all know, the owner of Zuixiang Tower has a weird temper. Even the City God can't even eat a few drunken fragrant banquets, but he cooks them for the storyteller every night.

"I... didn't dare to use magic on the Zuixiang Loudong family and show up to inquire. It seems that the Zuixiang Loudong family has known the storyteller not long ago," Yin Zai said hesitantly.

Everyone knew what he was worried about, and they wouldn't dare to do it.

"This matter is not something we can handle. Since he allows us to report the message, it is as he wishes. Unfortunately, several adults are trapped and cannot use treasures to report the message. We can only ask one of our brothers to go there in person.

Fucheng, you must make it clear when reporting, because if the other party is strong, I am afraid that Fucheng will not be able to cope with it."

A ghost soldier with the highest prestige looked around and noticed that a land man had a strange look on his face.

"Brother-in-law, what do you know?"

This person is from the land where Qingyang Temple is located, and his name is Yue Wenfu.

At this moment, he was thinking about what happened yesterday.

After the city god and judge visited Qingyang Temple and explained to him, something happened when they returned to the city.

Is it just a coincidence?

However, Yue Wenfu did not disclose this matter.

Taoist Master Qingfeng had experienced the world of mortals and lived in seclusion in Qingyang Temple. He definitely did not want to be disturbed by others. The city god and the judge had specifically stated this.

Even if Taoist Master Qingfeng has nothing to do with this matter, asking him to take action might help Jin County survive this disaster.

"There is indeed something, but I can't explain it clearly. I must go back as soon as possible. I'm sorry..."

Yue Wenfu said hastily and used his escape technique to escape.

The ghosts and gods were left looking at each other in confusion, and had no choice but to continue to act according to the plan.

Without stopping, Yue Wenfu hurried back to Qipai Village, tidied his clothes at the foot of the mountain, and walked up the mountain to show respect.

The sun is shining brightly and it's not as cold as yesterday.

Even though it was New Year's Eve, there were still patients going up the mountain to seek medicine.

Entering the Taoist temple, Yue Wenfu saw Qin Sang diagnosing the pulse of an old man. Yulang and Xiaowu set up a brazier in the main hall and warmed themselves by the fire with other patients.

"Wen Fu met the Taoist priest."

Yue Wenfu walked up to Qin Sang, bowed respectfully, and wanted to speak, but saw that Qin Sang just nodded and was busy diagnosing the old man's illness.

He could only suppress his anxiety and watch Qin Sang explain the condition to the old man in a slow speaking speed, then write the prescription, take the medicine, explain the contraindications and how to take the medicine, take a pen, lick the ink, keep accounts, and finally accepted the old man's instructions.

Thank you very much.

Before Yue Wenfu could speak, the next patient sat down immediately.

After half an hour, the last patient was finally sent away.

"Taoist Priest..."

Yue Wenfu was already worried.

Qin Sang waved his hand and said to Yulang: "Yulang, go down the mountain and borrow two horses from Chen Xiucai. Let's go into the city today."

"Enter the city!"

Yulang cheered and ran down the mountain.

Qin Sang said to Xiao Wu again: "Xiao Wu stays to look after the house."

Xiaowu didn't ask the reason and nodded lightly.

"Let's go," Qin Sang called to Yue Wenfu and walked down the mountain.

Only then did Yue Wenfu realize that Taoist Master Qingfeng was about to take action. He was immediately ecstatic and hurried to follow.

'Da da da!'

The rapid sound of horse hooves sounded on the official road.

The two Taoist priests galloped on their horses, attracting the attention of others.

The speed of the galloping horse could not compare with the speed of escape. Yue Wenfu followed easily, but did not dare to rush him. He sighed in his heart that Taoist Master Qingfeng was really into the drama.

Yue Wenfu arrived a step early, allowing the ghosts and gods to retreat.

The master and the apprentice galloped to the gate of Jinxian City, tied their horses to wooden posts outside the city, and entered the city on foot.

“So lively!”

Yulang took a deep breath. The aroma of various foods was mixed in the air, which was intoxicating.

He was born in a mountain village since childhood, and the opportunities to go to the city were few and far between.

The most memorable time was when his father took him to the city for the last time to attend a temple fair. That day was as lively as now.

Although he went to the mountains to practice Taoism, this memory became more and more unforgettable and may never be erased.

In my memory, I not only have my father, but also the bright fireworks in the world.

"Master, why didn't Senior Sister come? I want to buy a gift for Senior Sister," Yu Lang raised his head and said.

"Okay, choose as you go."

Qin Sang seemed to be really here for shopping. He took Yulang leisurely and wandered on the street, looking here and there, which made Yue Wenfu behind him almost anxious to death.

There is a dazzling array of products.

Yulang was almost dazzled by the choices.

After walking all the way to Miaoqian Street, Qin Sang walked slowly to the teahouse and stopped in front of the door.

Seeing the master stop, Yulang listened for a while, glanced at the scene inside through the curtains, and asked doubtfully: "Master, is this story good to hear?"

Qin Sang thought for a while and commented: "It is a story full of vulgar plots."

At this time, the storyteller was talking about the battle between the goddess, the blue bird, and the three star kings.

When the crisis came, the goddess and the blue bird accidentally discovered an ancient immortal's cave. Their strength increased greatly, and they started a fierce battle with Sanxingjun in the cave.

This battle was extremely fierce.

Little did they know, the cave was actually the place where ancient immortals sealed demons. There was a peerless demon sealed underground. The seal was gradually destroyed by the spells of both sides, but neither side noticed it.

"I just heard a thunderbolt, and smoke and dust billowed deep in the cave. Then there was a click, and the entire mountain split from the middle. Both sides were so shocked that they stopped. The cracks erupted with billowing magic smoke, and I heard Jie Jie laughing wildly from the ground, shaking the world.

A peerless devil appears out of nowhere! A willful act by the goddess finally brings disaster to the world!"

The storyteller spoke impassionedly, swung the folding fan in his hand, and pointed it towards the main entrance.

‘Whoosh!’

The minds of the mortals and ghosts in the hall were affected by the storyteller, and they all turned to look at the teahouse door.

Qin Sang stood in front of the main entrance with his hands folded, unmoved, and said calmly: "If Pindao never shows up, will fellow Taoist arrest all the ghosts and gods in this area before he gives up?"

"Hahaha... I can't afford this kind of karma, and I believe that fellow Taoists will not just watch the world become chaotic."

The storyteller laughed loudly, stepped off the stage, shook his folding fan gently, and walked towards the main entrance of the teahouse.

As he passed by, the tea guest was blown by the wind from the folding fan, and immediately woke up from a long dream and completely woke up.

The storyteller opened the door curtain, walked out of the teahouse, closed his fan and cupped his hands, saying, "I'm going to Qingyuan."
Chapter completed!