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Chapter 58 Aftermath Mustard Seed Bag

The Yin Qi shrank, and the black mist receded like a tide, disappearing at the end of the street.

It wasn't until Situ Yun's figure completely disappeared from sight that Chen Yan's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he breathed a secret sigh of relief. The incense and desire gradually dissipated, and a feeling of exhaustion came to his heart.

To be honest, if a battle really breaks out, Chen Yan has no confidence in keeping Situ Yun, but what he wants in his heart is that he would rather be in pieces than in ruins, that's all.

At this point, what people are fighting for is just the breath in their hearts.

If this tone is gone, the heart...will be gone as well.

"it is good!!!"

"Master Chen is mighty!!!"

"Master Chen will win!!!"

"OK!!!"

"..."

Outside the street, the onlookers burst into deafening cheers. Although ordinary people could not tell the difference between alchemy, they could still tell the difference between good and evil at a glance. What they cheered was that justice had once again defeated evil.

In the restaurant, the girl looked at the cheering people, with a bright smile on her pretty fair face. Her bright eyes stared at the young man below without blinking, and she said in a surprised tone:
  "Senior brother, this Master Xiao Chen is so powerful!"

Zhan Yuming's eyes, as cold as a cold pool, remained as indifferent as ever. Looking at the young man below the restaurant, who was like a star holding the moon, his calm eyes showed a trace of fluctuation, and his indifferent voice uttered four words as if sarcastically:

"The kindness of women."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Dressed in white robes, he looked like a god, unstained by any dust. Any diners in the restaurant couldn't help but exclaim in their hearts: Gods and immortals are nothing more than this.

"Wait! Wait for me, senior brother!!!"

Let’s not talk about the leaving Zhan Yuming for the time being.

In the middle of the street, when he heard the thunderous cheers and applause around him, Liu Laodao's face showed a mixture of relief and complexity. He stared at the calm young man in front of him for a long time, and then said four words with mixed feelings and complexity. :

"I'm not as good as you."

"Sir, you..."

Chen Yan opened his mouth to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.

Liu Laodao, did he do something wrong?
  of course not.

He just chose to be patient in the face of the safety of the people in the city. Of course, he can't be said to be wrong.

But there is no doubt that Liu Laodao blames himself.

He blamed himself for not standing up when the child who had turned into a green donkey was being persecuted. He felt guilty and unworthy of this child.

The reason for this is just because Liu Laodao is a good person and a conscientious person, nothing more.

Sighing, Liu Laodao shook his head and stopped what the young man was going to say next.

He came to the green donkey that was full of scars, and carefully took off the thorn whip wrapped around the green donkey's neck. While taking it off, he kept comforting:
  "It's okay, it's okay, everything is okay..."

Knowing that the old man in front of him was dealing with him, the green donkey quietly prostrated on the ground, enduring the pain and motionless. His big tears mixed with blood dripped down. These were tears of joy.

After removing the thorns, the old Taoist took out a piece of mulberry from his sleeve and gently pressed it against the green donkey's injured wound, chanting a hemostatic curse:
  "Laojun sits at the entrance of the cave, and dare not bleed if there is blood. The boy from the Snow Mountain comes, the boy from the Snow Mountain arrives, the boy from the Snow Mountain stops. I obey the Supreme Lord, Laojun, to be as urgent as the law."

Then, the linglan fernium turned into a wisp of clear green light and slowly blended into the wound.

A magical scene happened, but the visible blood from the green donkey's bleeding wound stopped and began to heal slowly.

After treating the wound, Liu Laodao looked at Qinglu seriously again, then his eyes moved, his fingers moved, and a three-inch jade sword was clamped between his fingers.

puff!
  There was a slight sound, and the jade sword pierced the back of the green donkey's neck with a slight swing, but strangely, no blood flowed out.

With his eyes slightly focused, the old Taoist chanted a mantra in his mouth, swinging his wrist, and the jade sword slashed the donkey's skin in a smooth arc. Then he gave a light drink, used his magic power to draw a talisman on his left palm and patted the donkey's head gently:

"open!"

With a command, the green donkey skin fell off like a shed snake, and a girl who looked to be no more than eight or nine years old appeared in front of everyone.

The people watching from a distance suddenly exclaimed. “The donkey turned into a man!”

After transforming into a human body again, the girl burst into tears of joy and howled loudly. Perhaps she was too weak, and she fainted after crying for a while.

Liu Laodao took out a clean Taoist robe and wrapped the girl, then picked her up from the ground and said to the young man:

"I'm going to take this child back to heal his injuries first."

"it is good."

Chen Yan nodded.

Under the young man's attention, the old Taoist smiled and left alone, his back looking a little lonely.

Suddenly, a cautious greeting came from behind:
  "Master Chen, are we still going to the county government office?"

Turning his head to look, he saw Evil Tutuo Yuantong approaching cautiously. Seeing the young man's gaze, his nearly two-meter tall body immediately hunched over, with a ferocious face showing a flattering smile:
  "We are just asking, just asking."

The corner of his mouth curled up, and Chen Yan said:

"No need to go."

Just now when they were confronting Situ Yun, Chen Yan was quite surprised that Yuantong chose to come forward.

Evil Toutuo Yuantong was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed surprise:

"real?!"

"What? You really want to go?"

Chen Yan glanced sideways.

"I don't want to go! I don't want to go!"

Yuantong's head shook like a rattle, and he couldn't help but say:
  "Master Chen, you don't know something. Although we are wanted, we kill only those who deserve to be killed. We never take human life lightly and kill innocent people indiscriminately..."

Speaking of this, Yuantong flattered and said:
  "Of course, compared to you, Mr. Chen, I am definitely far behind. Situ Yun's Taoism is very profound, and you are the only one who has the courage to be strong. I have traveled around the world for many years, and there are not many people who admire me. You are definitely one of them."

After saying that, he gave a thumbs up with an expression of admiration and determination.

"You're not bad either. You dared to stand up just now."

"It's not like you have stepped forward, Mr. Chen, so we can't fall into the limelight of Mr. Chen, right?"

Yuantong touched the ring scar on his head, smiled honestly, and then turned his eyes with a cunning look:

"Besides, although we are not strong enough, our feet are not bad at all. If we can't do anything real, we can still run."

Chen Yan couldn't help but laugh: "You dare to tell the truth."

"Hey, Amitabha, monks never tell lies."

Yuantong smiled, clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name.

Chen Yan shook his head and smiled, then looked at Wu Guhan, whose figure was shrouded in black robes, cupped his hands and said:

"Thank you very much."

Like Yuantong, Wu Guhan also released Gu insects to suppress the threat when confronting Situ Yun. Without Yuantong and Wu Guhan, relying only on Chen Yan and Liu Laodao, Situ Yun might not have retreated so easily.

Wu Guhan said nothing, nodded as a response, then turned and left. There was a faint rustling and chilling sound of insects in the black robe.

Although the origin of the black-robed weirdo Wu Guhan is quite mysterious, and his voodoo skills are also feared and avoided like snakes and scorpions, Wu Guhan is undoubtedly much better than Wu Yan, Situ Yun and the like.

"Sir, I found this from this demon."

Suddenly, the policeman who gathered the triangular-eyed corpse shouted, and handed over a hand-sized bag with dark gray color and made of unknown materials. Also handed over was Chen Yan's previous knife. A black cloth flag cut into two pieces.

Looking at the gray kit in the catcher's hand, Chen Yan's eyes moved and he already had a guess in his heart.

Is this the mustard bag used by Wu Dynasty monks to store items?
  ……

(End of this chapter)