Chapter 735

"You don't even have a penny, why are you here to buy ginseng? Kick him out! "A flustered and exasperated voice resounded from a medicinal herb shop.

Then, a twelve or thirteen year old boy was pushed out by a strong worker. He cried bitterly, "Shopkeeper, please do me a favor and let me redeem a ginseng. My mother is still waiting for it to save her life at night!"

A tall and thin shopkeeper with a goatee appeared at the door and sneered, "If everyone comes to redeem it, how can I open my shop?! You should try other shops, maybe there will be kind-hearted people? "

The boy kowtowed and begged, "I beg you, shopkeeper, I beg you. Also, the ginseng I bought a few days ago wasn't a hundred years old. I need to eat a few more pieces each time, otherwise I won't be able to last until I have enough money. " He begged and argued at the same time. Last time, he sold the last few acres of his family's land to buy that ginseng. Who knew that it would be cheated by this black-hearted shopkeeper and turn out to be inferior goods! Now he wanted to sell his property, but water from afar couldn't put out a nearby fire.

As if the latter words had stepped on a sore spot, the goatee shopkeeper jumped eight feet high and cursed acidly, "You little thief, why don't you use your urine as a mirror? Can your family afford ginseng? There's no hope for your damn mother's illness. It's best not to treat it. You'll harm others and yourself. Even if you go bankrupt, you can't escape death! "

As he cursed, the boy's crying and pleading came to an abrupt stop. It was as if someone had broken his neck. The veins on his hands that were pressed against the ground popped out. He jumped and jumped, his head buried deep, and was pushed far away by the worker.

"Serves you right to die!" The shopkeeper cursed bitterly before turning around and entering the shop.

A moment later, the goateed shopkeeper placed a stalk of ginseng in a black wooden box and carefully placed it in his bosom. He called for the strong odd-job worker from earlier and went to the yamen. This was what the Grand Master wanted, so he had to personally deliver it to him to show courtesy.

Because this ginseng was very valuable, the goatee shopkeeper looked left and right, afraid that some blind thief would steal it. However, the street was crowded, so he couldn't take care of the left but couldn't take care of the right. He couldn't take care of the two sides but couldn't take care of the front. If he wasn't careful, he almost bumped into a young Taoist in a green robe.

"Do you know how to walk? Don't you have eyes?! "The shopkeeper was shocked and scolded.

The young Taoist priest just smiled and didn't care, "I don't care about the dead." He didn't stop and left.

The goatee shopkeeper was furious, but he still had to give the ginseng away. He could only curse a few words and continue forward with the workers. He didn't notice that a skinny figure was secretly following them.

After walking for a while, the shopkeeper suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. It was unbearable and he held onto his abdomen. He anxiously looked around, but he didn't find a latrine. Instead, he saw a secluded alley that was rarely used. Thus, he hurriedly led the odd-job workers in.

After turning the corner, they realized that it was a dead end. The innkeeper ordered the servants to stand guard at the corner in front and not let anyone barge in. He then untied his belt and squatted down in the lush weeds by the wall. The weeds rustled, and it was very comfortable.

But at this moment, a head appeared on the wall at the end of the alley. It was the boy who had just been chased away. His eyes were red, filled with hatred and killing intent.

The boy jumped down with a rock in his hands and smashed it at the goatee shopkeeper. With a muffled sound, the shopkeeper fainted before he could even scream. Blood flowed from his head, mixed with white flocs. He was dead.

After smashing the goatee shopkeeper to death, the boy lost all his strength. He was at a loss, "I killed someone? I killed someone?! "

The sound of footsteps came from the corner. He came to his senses. Although the shopkeeper didn't scream, the sound of him landing on the ground wasn't small. He couldn't hide it from the workers guarding outside. He struggled to stand up and picked up the shopkeeper's money bag. Just as he was about to climb over the wall and escape, he saw the black wooden box in the shopkeeper's arms. It was half open. It was a ginseng that was over a hundred years old.

"Escape? Or use the ginseng to save my mother? "The boy, Jian Yun, didn't even have time to think before subconsciously grabbing the ginseng.

The footsteps stopped. Jian Yun held the ginseng and the stone and looked at the person in panic. He was shocked. It wasn't a worker, but a young Daoist priest wearing a green Daoist robe. He looked at him with a smile.

"Don't, don't come over. I, I will kill." Jian Yun held the stone and retreated until he was against the wall.

Shi Xuan laughed and said, "Thanks to you, I's killing intent is only lacking one last type. It can be considered complete. I'm in a good mood."

Jian Yun couldn't understand the killing intent at all, but he could feel the other party's good intentions. He carefully asked, "Daoist priest, are you not going to capture me?"

Shi Xuan didn't answer. Instead, he flicked his index finger and the goatee shopkeeper turned into a ball of yellow pus that seeped into the soil. "How can you not destroy the corpse when you kill someone? You're still too young! "

Jian Yun's eyes widened. "This, this is?"

"Corpse Dissolving Powder, there's a senior called Wei Xiaobao who loves to use it the most." Shi Xuan said in all seriousness, then patted Jian Yun's shoulder, "Alright, the second last killing intent was obtained from you, it can be considered fate. Let's go to your house, after curing your mother, I still have to hurry to the Desolate Beast Ancient Tomb."

The human killing intent was complete, and there was only one kind of backbone left that seemed to be able to control the other types of killing intent. As for this strand of killing intent, Shi Xuan was very clear that it should have come from him! However, when a person unleashed their killing intent, the world would turn upside down. If he wanted to unleash his killing intent, it would be more appropriate to go to the Desolate Beast Ancient Tomb.

Before Jian Yun could reply, he felt like he was riding on a cloud, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in his own room. On the bed was his mother, whose face was as yellow as gold paper, and whose breathing was weak.

"Daoist, Daoist priest? God, immortal! " Jian Yun's eyes were as wide as a cow's, not daring to believe what he saw. In the end, he knelt down with a thud, "Daoist priest, no, Immortal, please save my mother."

Shi Xuan flicked his index finger again, scaring Jian Yun so much that his heart trembled. However, this time, it did not turn into yellow pus, but a little rain fell onto his mother's body. In the blink of an eye, his mother's face became rosy, and her breathing became long and stable. Even if Jian Yun was not a doctor, he could tell that his mother's condition had improved greatly, and it could even be said that he could not tell that she was sick!

"You'll be able to recover after a few days of recuperation." Shi Xuan warned, then turned and walked out of the house.

Jian Yun was moved to tears, and hurriedly followed, wanting to thank him in person.

His footsteps were small, and he chased all the way to the main street before catching up to Shi Xuan: "Daoist priest, please wait."

"What, there's still something else?" How could Shi Xuan not know his goal? He said half-jokingly.

"Daoist priest, your great kindness, Jian Yun is unable to repay you. I can only set up a temple and pay my respects day and night. Please tell me your name." Jian Yun was afraid that this living immortal would misunderstand, so he quickly explained.

Shi Xuan originally did not care about this at all, but suddenly his heart skipped a beat, and he smiled and said, "I am Penglai Shi Xuan." This inexplicable movement came and went without a trace. Even if Shi Xuan calculated again and again, he did not find any clues, so he could only put it aside for now.

At this time, a tall man who was walking around the street saw Shi Xuan, who was wearing a green Daoist robe. He excitedly and happily shouted to the other side: "Master, Madam, that God, Daoist priest is here!"

When Hao Changshou and Madam Hao heard this, they ran over happily and excitedly. Seeing that it was indeed the living immortal, they immediately knelt down and kowtowed, thanking him, attracting the attention of the passersby. Why did the rich Hao Changshou, who was known as Hao Bancheng, and his wife thank this young Daoist priest?

"The reason why the two of you were able to survive this calamity is because of your deep relationship. There is no need to thank I so much." Shi Xuan waved his hand and rejected the plates of gold, pearls and jade, "I still have important matters to attend to, so I won't stay for long."

Hao Changshou suddenly thought that his wife was a wolf demon, she had a long lifespan and was strong, and he was an ordinary mortal, he was afraid that his husband would not be able to do anything, but the Daoist priest in front of him was a living immortal with great abilities. If he could teach him a thing or two, he would probably benefit from it for the rest of his life, and it would benefit his descendants. Thus, he quickly kowtowed and said: "This lowly one admires the Immortal Dao, I pray that Daoist priest will accept me as a disciple!"

This action caused Jian Yun to come to his senses. He was excited and agitated. Just now, he was only worried about his mother, and did not think about what it meant to meet an immortal. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Jian Yun also admires the Immortal Dao, I pray that Daoist priest will accept me as a disciple!"

Shi Xuan chuckled, looked at Hao Changshou and asked: "Are you willing to part with your wife? Are you willing to part with your young son and daughter? Are you willing to part with your wealth? Are you willing to part with your wealth? "

Hao Changshou was instantly speechless.

"Are you willing to part with your mother?" He then turned to ask Jian Yun.

Jian Yun was also tongue-tied, unable to answer.

Shi Xuan shook his head and turned to walk towards the crowd. He thought of a phrase in his heart and recited leisurely, "The people of the world know that immortals are good, only fame cannot be forgotten! Where is the ancient general? A pile of grass in the Desolate Tomb is gone. The people of the world know that immortals are good, only gold and silver cannot be forgotten! In the end, he only regretted that he did not gather enough. After a long time, he closed his eyes. The people of the world know that immortals are good, only their wives cannot be forgotten! "…"

The voice was faintly discernible. Hao Changshou, his wife, and Jian Yun chased after him for a few steps, but stopped in a daze. They watched as the green figure disappeared into the crowd in a few flashes.

… ….

In the ancient tomb of the Desolate Beast, Shi Xuan only released his aura slightly, and the ghosts hid far away, not daring to attack at all. Even if they only had some instincts left, they could still feel the terror of the cultivator in front of them.

Before long, Shi Xuan arrived at the depths of the ancient tomb of the Desolate Beast. The Yin Qi was so dense that it seemed to be solid. Sometimes it was pale white, and sometimes it was dark. A large river with turbid yellow water came from the void, flowing into the distance.

The high-quality Yin Qi and death Qi were like threads, seeping towards Shi Xuan like needles, wanting to assimilate him.

At this point, even a Primordial Spirit Stage Daoist Master would find it difficult to take another step forward. However, Shi Xuan did not even take out his magic treasure. Just by relying on his body and a faint layer of purple light, he easily stepped onto a small hill beside the turbid river. With Shi Xuan's attainments in cultivating the Six Paths of Reincarnation, he could feel that this was the core of the small world, the place where the laws of life and death were the clearest.

After activating the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Shi Xuan closed his eyes to comprehend the changes in the laws of life and death. He also planned to see if he could speed up the evolution of the ancient tomb of the Desolate Beast. If he could evolve it into the Netherworld, some mysterious things would be produced, as well as a few natural magic treasures.

Under the influence of the third level immortal technique, the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Yin Qi and death Qi in the core began to spin and split. However, at this moment, a change suddenly occurred.