Chapter 123 Evil Ghost

"Kill!!"

The rain was pouring down, and the swords and sabers were flashing.

Under the dim sky, only afterimages could be seen, accompanied by the light of swords and sabers, harvesting the blood of the enemy.

Other minions were also fighting. The Taoists were extremely powerful and fast, and they were not on the same level as the weak minions on the other side.

There were always few internal force warriors. Except for a few leaders, the other bandits were just ordinary people with stronger fighting skills.

But Taoist priests were different. They often planted insects. Even if some of them did not have internal force, their comprehensive qualities were beyond ordinary people. Coupled with their amazing organization, their fighting power was not comparable to that of ordinary bandits.

Soon, this group of bandits was killed by Taoist monks.

The leading Taoist stopped, and his clothes were soaked with blood and rain. This man turned out to be Kou Zhen.

"Huh, what Black Wind Village, I will make you disappear today." Kou Zhen sneered.

This road is the only one that can be used by horse carriages to enter Shu. A few days ago, a group of bandits robbed a Taoist caravan, so Kou Zhen brought people here today to deal with this group of bandits and deal with the troubles on this road.

"The number of escorts will be doubled in the future." Kou Zhen said to another manager.

"Yes, sir!"

The group of people went back home.

Except for their own people, the bodies of the bandits were scattered on the roadside.

This is a warning, warning others not to provoke the Taoist caravan, otherwise this group of bandits will end up like this.

In addition to the Black Wind Village, the bandits entrenched in this area were affected.

For a time, the public security was very good.

The news spread to a certain chamber of commerce in Shu.

Bang!

A palm print was slapped on the table. The leader was a very ugly man with red hair, square eyes and wide mouth, dark skin, and eyes as big as copper bells, just like an evil ghost.

"The Taoist thief is so bold that he dares to attack our people. I will personally go out and take Xu Xuan's head."

There are eight people in the house, all of whom look strange. Some have deep blue eyes, some have red hair, and some have a big tumor on their necks.

These are the Eight Ghosts of Shu. Each of them is a first-class master. They have a unique joint attack technique and have once surrounded and killed innate masters.

The Eight Ghosts of Shu are not ordinary bandits.

Everyone said a few words, and they were very eager to fight.

The leader was the red-haired ghost. He quickly spoke and said, "Send someone to step on the plate first, and we will go over later."

Another green-faced ghost showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile and said, "I want to see if this torturer and summoner Xu Zhenjun has the ability to catch me, the evil ghost."

Just a charlatan pretending to be a god.

When they go over, they will let him know what an evil ghost is.

Villa.

In the iron forest in the backyard, the yin energy was like black fog, and the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees.

Xu Xuan was really playing with evil ghosts at this time.

Holding the dark brown willow wood card in his hand, he poured the true energy into it, and the five ghosts appeared in broad daylight.

"Greetings, my lord!"

The five ghosts knelt down.

Xu Xuan did not give an order, but his mind moved.

The five ghosts fled into the ground, and after three breaths, they reappeared a hundred feet away, and then passed through the wall, came to the outside of the villa to kill the beast, and brought back a hare.

Xu Xuan roughly figured out the operation method of the five ghosts.

The spiritual energy in this world is thin, and the five ghosts can barely maintain their spiritual bodies. Of course, they also need to use their true energy to infuse the willow wood card. The combination of the two can maintain the five ghosts.

The role of the five ghosts is quite large. Ordinary swords can't hurt them, but they can hurt others.

But they should be restrained by the masculine true energy.

Of course, the most important role is not to kill the enemy. Xu Xuan has many ways to kill the enemy, and the most important thing is to scare people.

Who would have thought that there are really ghosts in the world?

The title of Torturing Ghosts and Summoning Gods cannot be lost. Xu Xuan thinks this title is not bad and has momentum.

After putting away the five ghosts, Xu Xuan began to make pills.

He started to make pills at the age of 20 and has been making pills for 80 years. Now the probability of making pills is almost the same as that of ordinary alchemists in the mirror world. Facts have proved that alchemy skills can be piled up with a large amount of materials.

While Xu Xuan was making pills, Yang Yun was also training soldiers in a hurry.

The number of Taoist soldiers increased to 3,000. These 3,000 soldiers are completely off-duty soldiers. If they were placed in other forces, they would be the elite soldiers among the elite soldiers.

Most soldiers cannot even exercise once every ten days. If these 3,000 soldiers are converted into this type of soldiers, they are at least equivalent to 10,000 combat power.

In history, there are often examples of fighting with fewer soldiers to win more. If you look closely at the composition of the soldiers, you will find that the soldiers of the side with more soldiers are at best ordinary people who pick up weapons.

This is easier to understand.

In Chang'an, a temporary clinic, people lined up one after another. Three young men treated the poor for free. There was a big pot in the back, and medicinal materials were boiled in it.

"Thank you, gods!"

"You are the Bodhisattvas who save people from suffering!"

The people knelt down and kowtowed to thank them.

In the lobby of the clinic, the doctor was a middle-aged man with a fairy-like appearance, three long beards fluttering, and bright eyes, looking unfathomable.

Only dignitaries can see a doctor here, and the fee is very high. You have to pay money first, or you can pay grain.

At this time, someone walked in, and Sun Simiao said without raising his head: "What's the situation?"

"Daoyou Sun, long time no see."

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Sun Simiao looked up in disbelief, and indeed saw a familiar face.

"Daoyou Youxian, you are going down the mountain?"

"That's right."

"It's good to go down the mountain. You have all the skills, and it's a waste to stay on the mountain."

Sun Simiao was very happy. It's good that his old friend is not obsessed with it. People hate to get stuck in a dead end.

"I came down the mountain because I saw the hope of the revival of Taoism."

"Oh, what hope?"

"A person, a person with superb medical skills like you, but you treat patients, and he treats the world."

Xiang Youxian had a high opinion of Xu Xuan, which aroused Sun Simiao's interest. He asked, "Who is it that can make Taoist friends evaluate like this?"

"Do you know Xu Zhenjun, the Taoist of Chencang?"

"It turned out to be him..." Sun Simiao smiled bitterly, "This person has a bad reputation, Taoist friends, don't be fooled."

The noble families are intermarrying with each other, and the circle is well-informed. Xu Xuan's suppression of the noble families and the seizure of land also spread to the circle in Chang'an.

In their view, Xu Xuan is no different from the rebels. The only difference is that they have not officially raised the banner of rebellion.

Of course, Sun Simiao doesn't care about these. The noble families occupy 90% of the land in the world, and it doesn't matter if they take a little.

But as a doctor, what he hates most is the charlatans.

Traveling around the world and practicing medicine for many years.

The most troublesome thing is not the lack of medicinal materials, but the fact that the people do not believe in them. The charlatans often hold the right to speak, deceive the people, and reject these foreign doctors.

In general, the enemies of doctors are usually these charlatans.

"How can you know whether it is good or bad without seeing it with your own eyes? Even if there are some minor flaws, don't we, the Taoist predecessors, have the obligation to help persuade?"

After Xiang Youxian invited him again and again, Sun Simiao reluctantly agreed to go and see the situation, which was entirely out of trust in his old friend.

After closing the stall, the group packed up their things and got on the carriage to Chencang.

Along the way, there were starving people everywhere.

The third expedition to Goguryeo, another million civilians were conscripted, and the people below were so poor that they could only eat tree roots and wild vegetables.

The uprising spread all over the country. Although there was no situation of starving people everywhere, there were occasional corpses on the roadside.

"Alas, what is the fault of the people." Sun Simiao sighed, he could only treat a thousand people, what about millions of people?

When they came to the vicinity of Chencang, this situation disappeared. Green wheat seedlings and a strange crop grew in the fields. Soldiers were patrolling near the fields. There were also porridge being distributed in places farther away. The refugees who had finished drinking the porridge did not know where they were taken.

Seeing this situation, Sun Simiao's senses improved a lot.

"How is it?" asked Youxian.

"A talent for saving the world and pacifying the people."

Entering the city, they were greeted by rows of prisoner cars.

It turned out that people were being killed in the city.

The group took a look and found that the prisoners included gentry, officials, and even Taoist followers.

Soon, rows of heads were beheaded.

Tablets of Xu Zhenjun, the torturer of ghosts and summoners of gods, could be seen everywhere in the city.

"Hey, chaos is gradually rising. I want to see Xu Zhenjun."

"Go through the east gate, that is Xu Zhenjun's villa."

As the group set out, the eight ghosts also touched the vicinity of the villa.