Chapter 974: Offering to the Five Immortals to form the Shaman Sect

"Sect Master!"

Crow's expression had solemnity, but also a trace of shame: "One of the disciples sent to observe the Shaman Sect has returned!"

"He..."

It was even harder for Crow to say the words behind, so it lowered its head and said: "Please, Sect Master, save him."

"What's the situation?"

Brother Qian Chen rubbed his temples: "I haven't been in a good mood lately, so it's inevitable that I'll take my anger out on others. Forget it, don't say anything yet, let me see for myself!"

After saying that, Brother Qian Chen got up and went downstairs.

Walking down the Wanghai Tower, the scenery around him changed from a brightly lit small building to a pile of charcoal. Brother Qian Chen stood in the ruined building and looked down at the person below. A Profound Truth Sect disciple stood under the building, looking left and right. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming downstairs, he looked up at him.

Staring at the visitor, Brother Qian Chen's expression gradually changed.

The disciple drooped his eyebrows, and his every move was stiff and strange. He tilted his head and looked at Brother Qian Chen, shouting vaguely: "You are the Profound Truth Sect Master?"

Brother Qian Chen turned his head to look at Crow.

Crow's feathers were trembling slightly, and it lowered its head and said in a low voice: "The subordinate sent him to maintain the town objects at various bridges in Zhigu. He is just a newly entered disciple with poor cultivation, and I didn't expect the Shaman Sect to be so shameless, bullying the small with the big..."

"Have you taken the Black Tai Sui?" Brother Qian Chen asked directly.

"I have taken it!" Crow said hurriedly.

"That's good..." Brother Qian Chen said lightly: "Your original cultivation was poor, and your knowledge was inevitably insufficient. I let go of my hands recently, and maintaining such a large stall in Zhigu, it is inevitable that there will be some mistakes."

Crow didn't dare to speak, just lowered its head and didn't dare to make a sound.

"Hee hee..."

The disciple below laughed mysteriously. He covered his face and learned to bow to Brother Qian Chen like a human: "Courtesy demands reciprocity! Grandma heard that there is a Profound Truth Sect in Zhigu, and a Profound Truth Sect Master, who made such a big noise. The first one killed was my Huang family to establish prestige."

"The Profound Truth Sect Master has such great prestige!"

The disciple danced and laughed: "Using the blood of our Hu family to warn those seventeen martial arts halls, the talisman drawn with yellow blood instantly suppressed the arrogance of the True Martial Dao path. Today, our Huang family's grandma also learned from the Sect Master and returned the courtesy to you!"

The disciple bowed to the end: "I wish your whole family good luck!"

Brother Qian Chen above raised his hand and pointed at the building below.

The disciple's clothes faded away, revealing his bare body. His belly was bulging, and following that finger, a cut was opened, revealing a white-haired weasel curled up inside, its green eyes glowing, exposed to the public, and it squeaked.

Seeing that the spell to manipulate the corpse was broken, and even the ventriloquism of the heterodox path could not be used, it panicked and wanted to escape, but was firmly wrapped by the corpse.

The broken ribs grew back one by one, like a cage, locking the weasel inside.

Brother Qian Chen smiled: "They all say that weasels are the most vengeful, and now I have seen it!"

"It's not your fault. Except for Crow, you deacons were originally only in the fourth realm, or even at the threshold. And the Huang family is one of the Five Immortals of the Horse-Riding Sect. The grandma in charge should have already attained longevity, a figure at the threshold of the seventh realm. Plus this time entering the pass with the Shaman Sect Master, there must be mutual care. It is indeed difficult for you to control the overall situation!"

Brother Qian Chen kept making excuses for everyone, but the deacons didn't dare to say anything more.

They just bowed their heads below, not daring to make a sound.

"But this is not a reason for a beast to come to the door and insult you and me."

Brother Qian Chen's voice turned cold, and he said lightly: "Weasels are vengeful, foxes are vengeful, snakes are vengeful, rats are vengeful, hedgehogs are vengeful. So many beasts are vengeful, and one by one they have become immortals outside the pass."

"But you have to let them know that the most vengeful thing is humans!"

"The Shaman Sect is the state religion outside the pass and has received the canonization of the imperial court. This time their Sect Master went south, also to pave the way for the demons and ghosts in the capital."

"It's cold! It's cold outside the pass, so don't let them go back..."

Brother Qian Chen pointed again, and a human skin flew out from a deacon next to him and draped over the disciple.

The tattoos on the human skin wriggled, like a large blanket wrapping him completely.

Gradually, the bloodless paleness on the dead face appeared a flush, and the disciple's complexion gradually returned to normal, slowly opening his eyes.

Behind the empty eyes, the shrill and strange ghost soul, like an evil ghost, gradually returned to normal.

In the disciple's body, the weasel let out a shrill scream.

His chest seemed to be pushed and shoved by something, and the sound of claws scratching bones came from inside, but the empty skin bag wrapped tighter and tighter. The disciple held his belly, pondering the things inside.

Gradually, the movement subsided, and he bowed to Brother Qian Chen: "Du Du Xiaoling, a small flag of the Kan-character altar, pays homage to the Sect Master!"

Brother Qian Chen nodded and said to them: "Courtesy demands reciprocity!"

"Du Du Xiaoling, since Grandma Huang personally took action and sent you to see me, you should go and send off the Five Immortals outside the pass, and bring my intentions to the Shaman Sect Master."

"Crow!"

"The subordinate is here!" Crow lowered its head respectfully.

"And... other deacons. The Shaman Sect Master only has five longevity demons, so I allow you to use four talismans."

"This 'Ten Thousand Ghost Moon Demon Embroidery Skin Secret Talisman' is temporarily bestowed upon Du Du Xiaoling, let him do it himself, and you use the other three talismans to assist on the side."

"When I was refining elixirs years ago, the Six Dings swept the floor, the Six Jias fanned the wind; the Five Poisons were gods, sitting on the furnace. The Five Immortals loaded charcoal, and Taishang watched from below. The essence of heaven descended... there were a hundred ghosts in the underworld, stealing and offering medicine; evil and strange immortals, offering and burning fire. Refined into the Three Corpses Ten Thousand Poison Elixir!"

"Thinking about it now, this elixir still has some merits, so I will give those demons outside the pass a chance to become immortals..."

The tattooed human skin crawled on Du Du Xiaoling's body, and the tattoos seemed to be wriggling.

The charred human bones were burned on the fire, making a popping sound, and divination texts were carved beside the cracks...

Rope knots were intertwined, and human faces were strange.

The deacons of the Profound Truth Sect set out in large numbers this time, each carrying an extremely strange talisman and heading north. Crow flapped its wings and flew in the sky, overlooking the Sancha River mouth below.

On the river surface in the distance, a willow branch boat tied with colorful ribbons stopped at the last stone bridge at the mouth of the North Canal.

The Shaman Sect Master looked up slightly, staring at the stone bridge in front, his gaze moved up bit by bit, until he looked at the twilight crow flying past in the sunset. ===== CHAPTER 975 =====

Ropes knotted, human faces eerie.

Most of the deacons of the All Xuanzhen sect set out this time, each carrying an incomparably evil talisman, heading north. The crow flapped its wings and flew in the sky, looking down at the Sancha River mouth below.

On the river in the distance, a willow-branch boat tied with colorful ribbons stopped at the mouth of the North Canal, in front of the last stone bridge.

The Shaman sect leader raised his head slightly, staring at the stone bridge in front of him, his gaze moving upward bit by bit, until he looked at a twilight crow flying past under the sunset glow above his head.