The frightened residents dragged their tired bodies back home to rest. There were still many people who were not at the scene. After hearing about the incident, they were also anxious. But no matter what, the ghost had been destroyed by the Martial Artist, so the people were relieved.
But the next morning, people discovered that something was wrong. A young man woke up in the morning and almost fell down. He was so scared that he quickly held onto the edge of the bed. Feeling dizzy, he took out a mirror and looked at himself. He discovered that his face was sallow, his eyes were blue, and his eyeballs were bloodshot as if he was seriously ill.
There were many people in the same situation as him. All of them had one thing in common, which was that they had strolled around the night market last night. What was going on? Wasn't that ghost destroyed by the martial artist last night? Why was it like this? After everyone gathered together to discuss, they decided to seek help from the Martial Artist.
"Brother Du, when are we setting up the stall?"
At this time, the ghost servant was dressed as a burly middle-aged man. He had a long beard and a red face, making him look heroic and extraordinary. Du Feng's idea was to let him be a wandering doctor and be responsible for treating everyone in the busiest place in the center of the city. This way, he could earn Psyche Power.
"Don't worry, it's not time yet."
However, this matter could not be rushed, because people did not know the ghost servant, nor did they know Du Feng. Now that they came out to treat patients, not only did no one believe them, but it also seemed like they had ulterior motives.
"Don't be afraid, fellow villagers. I've invited Daoist Huang for everyone. After he finishes casting the spell, everyone's illness will be cured."
This Sir Martial Artist was quite responsible. Although he had martial strength, he did not know how to disperse the Yin Qi. Martial artists had strong Yang Qi, so they were not afraid of Yin Qi. However, if they could not help the residents disperse the Yin Qi, they would not be able to cure the illness. Therefore, they invited a person who was good at dispelling Yin Qi to treat everyone.
Hmm, interesting. Du Feng discovered that the so-called Daoist priest was actually a disciple of Benevolence. He knew the yellow-robed and grey-robed old Daoists of the Benevolence Sect. They were of good character. Who would have thought that the disciples at the bottom of the sect would also be in charge of the affairs of the commoners?
"Daoist Huang, you're finally here. Please help me take a look. We still have to work in the afternoon. We can't keep doing this. "
"Help me look at it first. Help me look at it first. My child is still waiting to eat."
Everyone was talking at the same time. They all wanted Huang Daozhang to treat them first. At this time, Du Feng discovered that some imperceptible energy was being released from the people's bodies like strands of silk, and then gathered on Daoist Du Feng's body. To be more precise, they were gathering around the flag that Daoist Huang was holding.
Written on the flag were eight big words: "Able to cure all diseases."
Du Feng, who was hiding in the crowd, was secretly happy when he saw these words. The Yin Qi emitted by the White Bone Banner was not that easy to remove. Not to mention the disciples of the Benevolence Denomination, even the grey-robed old Taoist would not be able to handle them. However, Du Feng didn't mean to kill people, so he asked the male ghost cultivator in Blossom City to control the quantity, just to make people weak.
"Ma Mi Ma Mi …"
Huang Daozhang muttered something and waved the horsetail whisk in his hand. A large amount of light yellow powder was scattered into the crowd. What he chanted just now was a kind of exorcism spell, which should be able to disperse the Yin Qi in people's bodies. As for the yellow powder that was scattered, it was the crushed elixir.
This kind of elixir was nothing for martial artists, but for ordinary people, it was a great tonic. Huang Daozhang had reason to believe that after people inhaled this powder, they would immediately be cured, and they would all kneel down and worship him.
"Huang Daozhang, please help me, I can't do it anymore."
"Ah, my head is so dizzy."
When Huang Daozhang finished casting the spell, not only did the people's physical weakness not recover, but it also became more serious. The stronger the young man looked, the more weak he looked. Soybean-Sized beads of sweat kept dripping down, and their clothes were soaked. They were the strong laborers of their families, good at hoeing and farming, they couldn't just fall sick like this. All their hopes were pinned on Huang Daozhang.
As the people begged, the silk-like energy seemed to become a little thicker. Du Feng knew that it was the mind power of ordinary people.
Huang Daozhang was a little flustered when he failed to cure the people after casting the spell. But when he saw that the mind power in the flag was getting more and more, he was secretly happy. Because the collected mind power could be exchanged for good elixirs, weapons, and cultivation techniques in the sect. He hardened his heart and took out a small porcelain bottle.
"You come first!"
Huang Daozhang let the man who was sweating the most come over first, and let him eat an Essence Cultivating Pill. This Essence Cultivating Pill was something that martial artists ate, and they usually couldn't bear to give it to ordinary people. They usually just grind one pill into powder and scatter it. Today's situation seemed to be more serious, so they had to spend a lot.
"Thank you, Huang Daozhang, for saving my life!"
The strong man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Huang Daozhang three times, then took the Essence Cultivating Pill and ate it. He smelled a medicinal fragrance just now, and knew that it was something good. Among the ordinary people, there would occasionally be children with good aptitudes, and if they were fancied by a martial artist, they would be given a medicinal pill like last time. He didn't expect that he would be able to eat it today.
When the strong man kowtowed, Du Feng saw a round ball of mind power enter the flag that could cure all diseases. It seemed that this person's worship of Huang Daozhang had reached the extreme.
"Ugh …"
Huang Daozhang was full of confidence, and felt that after eating an Essence Cultivating Pill, this person would immediately be full of vigor. But he didn't expect that just as he ate it, he would vomit it up, and what he vomited was some black dirty blood.
This … Everyone was dumbfounded. They originally believed in the martial artist and Huang Daozhang, but the truth was right in front of them. Not only did Huang Daozhang not save him, he even poisoned him.
"Huang Daozhang, this …"
The martial artist responsible for introducing Huang Daozhang was also a little flustered, thinking to himself, what's going on? Why did it become serious after eating the Essence Cultivating Pill? If this goes on, his prestige will be swept to the ground.
"What's going on with Huang Daozhang, why did he faint?"
"Huang Daozhang, what did you do to him?"
"You demon, give me back my husband."
The crowd suddenly became chaotic, and there was even a woman who threw herself on the strong man's body and cried loudly. Du Feng also noticed that the threads of mind power flying towards the flag were all broken. Not only that, there were some black threads slowly flying towards Huang Daozhang, that was the people's resentment.
Resentment was the same as faith, it was also a kind of mind power, or a kind of energy. But this kind of energy had a side effect.
"Everyone get out of the way, let me do it."
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