Chapter 3 How to address the Taoist priest -in- Chapter
"I think you were so sleepy that you peed at the door! How shameless!"

The woman was cursing to herself.

The next moment, Yang Jian swung his sword, and a huge head flew up into the sky and slanted into the woman's arms, and the blood soaked the bed sheets.

"Ah~"

The woman let out a shrill cry, holding her head, not knowing whether to throw it away or keep it.

Then, she saw Yang Jian, covered in blood, slowly walking into the room.

"Good evening, godmother."

Yang Jian forced a smile on his blood-stained face, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, which was extremely creepy.

"Yang Jian, where is your brother Tiger? Did you kill your brother Tiger?"

The woman's concern for her son overwhelmed her fear and she asked repeatedly.

"Don't worry, godmother. Brother Hu is fine and sleeping soundly."

The woman suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good."

"Please let me go, all the land your father left behind is yours. No, no, all the land in the family is yours. From now on, I and Yang Hu will work like slaves for you and your sister, and let you enjoy the happiness."

Yang Jian shook his head, but kept walking, getting closer and closer.

The footsteps sounded like a death knell, ringing in the woman's ears.

"Then can you please kill my godmother and spare Xiaohu? I beg you."

The woman knelt on the bed and kowtowed continuously.

Yang Jian stretched out his left hand, grabbed the woman's hair to make her stop, and whispered in her ear.

"Godmother loves Brother Hu so much, why don't you go and reunite with Brother Hu and Godfather's family?"

When the woman heard this, her pupils shrank suddenly and she was stunned for a moment.

Yang Jian just felt extremely happy in his heart. All the oppression he had endured for more than ten years was released today, and he was about to chop down with the hatchet in his right hand.

"stop."

A voice came from behind.

Yang Jian didn't care and chopped it down directly.

"Whoosh~"

An arrow came and knocked the hatchet out of his hand.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind.

He turned around and found himself surrounded by three people.

These people were wearing leather armor and holding spears, pointing them at Yang Jian.

Behind the three people was a sturdy middle-aged man, holding a bow and arrow pointing at Yang Jian. It was obviously he who knocked the hatchet out of Yang Jian's hand and saved the woman's life.

Seeing that Yang Jian did not continue to resist, he released the bowstring.

"Damn it, I'm really screwed this time."

When the voice behind him sounded just now, the evil eye between Yang Jian's eyebrows automatically shrank back, and he kept cursing at this moment.

"What a coincidence, Uncle Zhang. It turns out you are in charge of night patrol tonight."

Yang Jian greeted him with a friendly smile, but the blood all over his body made him look extremely scary.

As he remembered, he was quite familiar with the middle-aged man holding the bow and arrow. The man took good care of them and often gave them some leftovers.

Uncle Zhang’s name is Zhang Deshuai.

He is the leader of the night watchmen in the town, responsible for clearing out wild animals that stray into the town, to prevent anyone from sleeping well at night and ending up in the stomach of a wild animal the next day.

They were attracted by the woman's scream and happened to see Yang Jian committing a crime.

"Ji Lang, you~~Hey!"

Zhang Deshuai wanted to say something but stopped himself. He patted Yang Jian on the shoulder and said no more.

He knew Yang Jian's situation and could guess why he did this.

"Brother, there is a little girl here, covered in blood. I'm afraid she is this boy's accomplice."

A man dragged Yang Chan over.

Yang Chan did not struggle, but just looked at Yang Jian with concern.

Yang Jian forced a smile on his face to indicate that he was fine.

"How could a little girl kill someone?"

Zhang Deshuai hurriedly snatched Yang Chan from the man, took out a piece of silk cloth from his arms, and wiped the blood off Yang Chan's face.

Yang Chan raised her head stubbornly and said crisply, "I was the one who released my brother to kill them. They wanted my brother to be eaten by the demon in place of Yang Hu, and they also wanted me to marry Yang Hu. I was just worried that my godmother and the others would die too comfortably."

"Well, in that case, let's offer both the brother and sister to the demon."

Zhang Deshuai was shocked when he heard this, and when he looked up, he saw the mayor coming over.

A distant relative of the mayor's family won the lottery, and money has been sent to his home in the past two days.

The mayor was worried about which child to use as a substitute for death.

Right now, Yang Jian and his sister have committed a crime, and they have walked into trouble.

The next day, the wind was very strong and the waves hit the shore.

A row of wooden stakes were erected along the river bank.

The ten boys and girls tied to the wooden stakes cried bitterly.

Behind him are his grief-stricken biological parents.

"Tiger, please don't feed my tiger to the demons."

Yang Jian's godmother pounced on him like a demon, trying to untie the ropes on Yang Jian.

The next moment, he was pulled back by the man next to him.

"Mrs. Yang, please look carefully. This is Yang Jian who killed your husband and son, not your son."

The woman had gone mad. She couldn't tell the difference and she treated Yang Jian as her own child.

"What a sin! The Yang couple raised such an ungrateful couple."

The onlookers all sighed.

"Fortunately, the murderer's sister can make up the number, so we can save a good girl."

"They wanted to feed my brother to the demons and beat us, so we planned to escape. Yang Hu even~"

Yang Chan explained to everyone in a tearful voice, but her voice was drowned out by the waves on the river bank.

"Yang Chan, don't cry. Even if I turn into a ghost, I will settle accounts with them one by one!"

Yang Jian spoke out to comfort him.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, sweeping the river water against the shore.

Everyone realized that this was a sign of the appearance of a demon, and they all hid back home.

The noise died down, but the boys and girls here were still crying. They could already foresee their fate.

Yang Chan's tears had long since dried up, but she had yet to ask the questions in her mind as she had been holding them in for the entire night.

"Brother, godmother said that mother is a whore, not a fairy, and she abandoned us and ran away after father died. Is that true?"

Yang Jian turned his head to look at Yang Chan who was tied to the wooden stake beside him, and shook his head to explain: "That's because they don't understand. How can mortals understand what immortals think? Immortals will come to save us soon."

"Yes! I believe in my brother. There will definitely be an immortal to save us."

Yang Chan nodded heavily.

Yang Jian smiled bitterly in his heart. An immortal came to save him? How ridiculous.

As for the biological mother.

A fairy or a bitch?
Yang Jian himself didn't know, he had no memory of that time.

He used these words to continue deceiving Yang Chan.

He felt that there was nothing wrong in keeping some good expectations before death.

The howling wind suddenly stopped.

The next moment, a strong fishy smell filled the air, as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood were right before our eyes.

Several men and women were frightened by the smell and fainted, with feces and urine all over the floor.

"Boy, do you have any last words?" The big eyes made a voice in Yang Jian's mind.

Yang Jian didn't say anything. He had been digging into the hemp rope that bound him with his fingernails from the beginning. Even though his fingers were covered in blood and half of his ten fingernails had fallen off, the hemp rope had also been torn off in half.

"If only you knew some skills and Taoist magic, there's no way this broken rope could possibly trap us. Even if we have two spirits now, your current mortal body is simply unable to refine and absorb them. You're really unlucky."

The Demon Eye kept complaining in his mind.

Just as it was about to continue speaking, it suddenly heard some noise and fell silent.

A Taoist priest in a black robe came slowly on a black tiger. His face was like a mountain, with prominent brow bones, a high nose bridge, a goatee, and a sword on his back.

The strong fishy smell was emanating from the black tiger, but the Taoist seemed unnoticed.

"Hehehe~ Such fresh and tender flesh."

The Taoist in black robe breathed greedily, and the black tiger under him also seemed eager to move, just waiting for the Taoist's order so that it could go up and feast on the food.

The teenagers who were still conscious cried even louder.

Yang Chan's teeth were chattering with fear: "Brother, I have some candied haws here, do you want to eat one? Then it won't hurt."

Yang Jian raised his eyes and turned his head, and saw that Yang Chan was holding a bright red candied haws in her little hands tied behind her back.

He did not say anything, but just tore the rope even harder. Even though blood was dripping and his fingers felt piercing pain, the last bit of rope seemed to be even stronger than before and he could hardly move it at all.

"I'm sick!"

The Taoist was annoyed by the noise and pointed.

The black tiger opened its mouth wide and swallowed the child who was crying the loudest into its mouth, chewing him, and the blood that overflowed dripped onto the ground.

The crying still couldn't stop.

The Taoist couldn't bear it any longer, so he made some hand gestures and chanted some incantations, and after a burst of fluctuations, the Taoist priest passed.

The crying stopped abruptly and the children fainted one after another.

Except for Yang Jian, when he fainted, the vertical eye between his eyebrows suddenly opened, awakened his consciousness, and then hid again.

He saw Yang Chan's grip on the candied haws loosen, and the candied haws fell to the ground and rolled to his feet.

The Taoist commanded the black tiger to eat them one by one starting from one side.

Yang Chan was in front of him.

The black tiger was getting closer and closer to Yang Chan.

But Yang Jian still couldn't break free from the rope.

Just as the Taoist was commanding the black tiger to come in front of Yang Chan.

Yang Jian's heart suddenly tightened.

He said hurriedly, "Don't eat her. I'll find you ten, no, a hundred. Don't eat her."

"There is still one person awake. Did the Taoist's magic fail?"

The Taoist priest in black robe rode a black tiger to Yang Jian and looked him up and down with great interest.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, he's so thin but full of energy and blood. What a miracle~ It's really a miracle. It must be delicious."

As the Taoist said this, the black tiger under him also made a sound in agreement.

"I will capture people and steal money for you. I will be your apprentice and serve you exclusively. Then you won't have to run around and eat people like this."

Yang Jian recognized this Taoist priest. He was clearly the Taoist priest who came to the village after the demon appeared.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that this was a play directed and performed by the Taoist himself, letting his mount eat people so that he could cheat people out of their money.

No matter what the final result is, you can always get money and people.

The Taoist was obviously tempted. It was inevitable that he would incur karma if he took his pet out to eat people and cheat them of their money. With this kid taking action, the karma would naturally have little to do with him. What's more, if he was caught by his fellow Taoists, it would be harmful to his reputation.

The sitting black tiger suddenly became restless, baring its fangs and claws, wanting to rush up and eat Yang Jian.

The Taoist priest reached out his hand and slapped the tiger's head hard. The black tiger suddenly fell to the ground with all four limbs limp, howling non-stop.

"Good boy! You are quite courageous. I think your idea is good. You and this little girl's life are on my side. If I am not satisfied, you know the consequences."

The Taoist said in a grim tone.

"Young man Yang Jian, I pay my respects to the master. Yang Jian will certainly do what he says."

Seeing that the Taoist's tone softened, Yang Jian hurriedly agreed.

"I don't think you can get over the Taoist's Five Finger Mountain."

The Taoist stretched out his hand and pointed, and the hemp rope that had troubled Yang Jian for a long time suddenly loosened.

Yang Jian rolled straight to the ground, and when he fell, he deliberately avoided the bright red candied haws on the ground.

He picked it up carefully, blew off the dust on it, and held it in his arms.

Then Yang Chan was taken down from the wooden stake.

At this time, Yang Chan had her eyes closed and her breathing was even, but she was unconscious due to a spell.

"My dear disciple, come sit on it! I am going back to the mountain to rest. I will show you the way."

Yang Jian looked over when he heard the sound, and saw that the wooden stakes around him were empty, apparently all of them had gone into the belly of the Taoist's mount.

The Taoist priest patted the tiger's back and motioned Yang Jian to sit on it.

Yang Jian held Yang Chan in his arms and carefully climbed onto the broad back of the black tiger.

Before I could sit down firmly, I felt my center of gravity shake and a strong wind blew in my face.

The black tiger has already run out wildly.

He could only hold Yang Chan in one hand and hold the Taoist's robe with the other.

"What's your name, Master?"

"Shen Gongbao!"

Yang Jian's heart was filled with turmoil and his face suddenly turned pale.

When he was about to think that this was not the place for the Conferred Gods, he met the core figure of the Conferred Gods.

Why is it Shen Gongbao!

Since he is related to Shen Gongbao, he will definitely not be able to escape the great calamity of the Conferred Gods in the future.

Just when he was worried.

I felt a sudden pause.

Then they arrived at a range of towering mountains and steep cliffs, as rugged as Shen Gongbao's face.

There is a lake in the middle surrounded by mountains, and a wooden house beside it.

The black tiger suddenly stood up, and Yang Jian was thrown to the ground. Fortunately, he protected Yang Chan tightly and did not let her get hurt.

It was just the sharp pain in his butt that made him grimace.

Shen Gongbao seemed to have expected this and landed lightly on the ground.

He stretched out his hand and tickled the black tiger's chin. The black tiger squinted his eyes in enjoyment and made purring sounds.

"This is where I am staying temporarily. I am going to be in seclusion, so please don't bother me if you have nothing to do.

When you catch someone, bring him here quietly to feed Xiao Hei. Don't make a big fuss and attract others. When they want to slay demons and monsters, I won't bother with you."

"Yes~ Master."

Shen Gongbao turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something and pointed to a sunny valley in the east and said, "That's where Xiao Hei usually stays. Remember to clean up his poop every day. If Xiao Hei doesn't have enough to eat, you two siblings will have to be careful."

His tone was grim, and he suddenly made a move and shot a beam of black light at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked down and saw a strange black line on his chest, entangled and dancing.

"This is Daoye's Heart-Eating Curse. If you dare to escape, Xiao Hei will make your heart burst and die."

The black tiger cooperated by baring its fangs.

"Got it, Master. I will definitely feed and clean the shit on time."

"Hey~ Good luck~"

Shen Gongbao flicked his sleeves and disappeared. White mist gradually rose around the cabin and it disappeared.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have nothing to do but practice. Otherwise, I won't have the energy to feed Xiao Hei."

A bundle of bamboo slips flew out from the white mist and hit Yang Jian on the head, causing a big bump to appear on his head.

Yang Jian picked up the bamboo slips, wiped off the dust on the ground, and vaguely made out the four large characters "Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts" written in cloud seal script.

(End of this chapter)