"Brother Li, I'm one step late." Yin Changsheng looked at a group of constables who turned into mummies and hurried towards Li Jiang's body. He was just his clothes.

This time, Yin Changsheng tried his best to slid tears from the corner of his eyes, which made him feel so hard to death.

The crying sounds lasted in this gloomy inn, which is enough to prove Yin Changsheng's importance to the surplus value of these people.

"Donor, a person cannot be resurrected after death. I hope he will be mourning and following changes." Monk Huiyuan came up to comfort him.

Yin Changsheng's face was covered in tears and wiped it with his own linen cloth: "Master, if I hadn't killed that Wang Haoxian, Brother Li and the others would not have suffered this disaster."

This tone was very helpless, and she was a very good old man.

"Donor, you are obsessed with the appearance. Even if you don't kill, the Yin Corpse Dharma King will not let them go. Also, we should burn the corpses as soon as possible and put them in peace. Otherwise, you may turn the corpses into zombies. Donor, you are not willing to see the corpses turning into zombies." After Monk Huiyuan advised him, he reminded Yin Changsheng that he should deal with it.

"Then follow the words of the master."

Yin Changsheng actually didn't care. His purpose was halfway, and he just missed an opportunity. Monk Huiyuan accidentally sent it to him.

I have to say that it is really difficult to pretend to cry. If he hadn't recalled all the memories of his previous life, otherwise, there would have been no such behavior in his previous state.

The two of them worked behind the inn for a long time. When things were over, it was already dawn and the ashes were buried. They were basically all relying on Monk Huiyuan, and Yin Changsheng was just helping to help.

Yin Changsheng watched Monk Huiyuan reciting the Sutra of Rebirth, but he didn't say anything, just watched Monk Huiyuan perform the rituals quietly.

It was not until dawn that Monk Huiyuan finished the ritual and stood up.

"I wonder what the donor has plans?" asked Monk Huiyuan.

Yin Changsheng stared at the raised grave blankly. When he heard the words of Monk Huiyuan, he pretended to come back to his senses: "Master is powerful, I want to ask the master to get rid of the cancer of the world of the fragrance smelling sect with me."

"Please help me, Master." Yin Changsheng said, bowing down and giving a big gift.

Monk Huiyuan was also stunned and hurriedly helped Yin Changsheng up, but he didn't say anything.

It's so hard for him to beat the Yin Zi Dharma King. Do you ask him to remove the Scent of Incense?

Not to mention the strength of the leader of the Yinxiang Sect, Xu Hongru, the Painted Skin King, who is as powerful as the Yinzi Dharma King, is a bit difficult. He does not think that the Painted Skin King is as unlucky as the Yinzi Dharma King.

But the words of rejection came to his mouth, but he swallowed them down. The person in front of him was a person with deep blessings and great luck.

After a simple look at the energy, Yin Changsheng's luck not only did not fall, but also increased.

This made Monk Huiyuan a little confused. Why did you still have this thing?

Although the increase is not much, it is still very obvious. You are nonsense. He has lived for so much of his life and has never seen such a situation.

This cannot be increased. Yin Changsheng's "Record of Life" was practiced by the Fuyuan Ghost all day long. It is not normal to increase the upper limit of the fortune value after 2 o'clock. Moreover, because of the 2 o'clock return to the demon, it has been full. This is an incredible thing for Monk Huiyuan, but for Yin Changsheng, it is an ordinary energy system.

Monk Huiyuan was still a little hesitant about this. Just agree that something really happened. In this case, there will definitely be no accident. Most likely, he will be the only one who is unlucky.

I don’t agree, the other party probably won’t hold grudges, but I’m afraid the fate we have made today will be shallow.

It's even more unworthy of the loss.

Look at today's harvest. Just like today's harvest, at least, it will make his small temple's heritage, and the charm of the corpse king and the tiger's arhat will become fatter.

Finally, Monk Huiyuan gritted his teeth: "Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, I will definitely help the donor get rid of this incense smelling sect. However, I am not strong enough, and I still need to ask fellow Taoists to help them in order to be sure."

Monk Huiyuan knew that he would definitely not be able to win alone, so he could only ask someone to help him.

So, he immediately thought of the Taoist temple opposite his temple, his mortal enemy, Taoist priest.

Speaking of mortal enemies, it is just a grudge from the previous generation. They just adhered to it. When they were young, their relationship was still very good, and they were a pair of happy enemies.

Because the Taoist priest who is wise recently went out to do rituals for a wealthy family, it is not in the Taoist temple, but it is very simple to contact people in their practice.

"Thank you, Master, Zhang San is very grateful." Yin Changsheng said with a grateful look.

This time I was grateful. I thought I wanted him to remind him in a tactful way and asked him to call more people to fight him, but I didn't expect that I thought of it. He was simply a good teammate.

"Punishing evil and promoting good, subduing demons and eliminating demons is the duty of my practice. It is better for the donor to go back to the temple with me to rest temporarily. Judging from the journey, fellow Taoists can arrive at noon." said Monk Huiyuan.

Yin Changsheng nodded: "That's Master Dao Nag."

After saying that, Monk Huiyuan took Yin Changsheng to his temple and also informed the Taoist priest Mingli to return quickly with a thousand miles of voice transmission. If there is an urgent matter, it is very urgent.

...

"Strange, according to the time of the previous life, those group of constables should have arrived here a long time ago, why haven't they come yet?" Bai Liming squatted in the grass, waiting a little impatiently.

In his previous life, he followed the crowd of dimensional apostles and joined the incense smelling sect, triggering the main mission, killing 10 officers and soldiers to return.

At the beginning, the Winter Sect was indeed extremely powerful, and it actually defeated the officers and soldiers.

But soon, a decree from Kyoto, the Tianshi Mansion and the White Horse Temple arrived again and again. Even though Xu Hongru practiced his magical powers, he did not walk a single round in the hands of the monk and Taoist. He was nailed to the capital on the spot and escorted him to Beijing.

Without Xu Hongru's incense smelling sect, the loose sand is not considered a matter of being considered a scattered sand. Baili Ming and his group of people who joined the incense smelling sect will basically be numb.

They were also wanted by the officers and soldiers, and they died and fled. In the end, he finally completed the mission by fighting hard. He killed 10 officers and soldiers before he was able to return, but his evaluation was only D-level.

Therefore, Baili Ming suspected that Zhang San, the real person in Duobao in his previous life, probably had the main task triggered by joining the court, and he received an S-level evaluation through this destruction of the Scent of Scent.

Therefore, he planned to replicate the other party's task process. In his eyes, this time, the camp was the court except the Scent of Incense Sect.

If you don’t join the incense smell, you can only join the court.

According to information from his previous life, under normal circumstances, a team of fleeing constables would pass by here. This was the opportunity to join the court to trigger the main mission.
Chapter completed!