After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 223

"She has never hurt anyone?"

Qi Yi licked his lips: "That's the person who killed her."

“There won’t be another one?”

Qi Yi was silent. He wanted to say, "Few people come to the back mountain. All the villagers have run away or died. The resentful baby looks very pale and it seems that it may not be able to kill people again."

But he couldn't say it, and his defense seemed powerless. As long as he kept it, perhaps another life would be lost. Besides, he didn't have to plead for a resentful baby.

He just felt it was unfair.

Yan Congzhi still didn't raise his eyebrows. To teach a new disciple in the mortal world might be much more troublesome than he expected, but he had already accepted it and explained slowly.

Qi Yi looked at the resentful baby who was still howling loudly, unaware that his death was imminent. She was so frightened by Wuming's suppression that she could neither leave nor escape.

The master's cold and calm voice was in my ears: "He died a violent death in his lifetime and turned into an infant spirit. He doesn't know the morality of good and evil, let alone the retribution of good and bad."

The cold index and middle fingers pressed the willow branch in Qi's hand: "If you can't bear it for a moment, there will be endless troubles in the future."

Qi Yi closed his eyes, trembling as he tried to throw away the branch, and a hand gently fell on the back of the boy's head:

"Open your eyes."

At the same time, the willow branch that was thrown out extracted a trace of green essence, flew along the tip of the bud, and immediately dissipated when it landed on the neck of the resentful baby. The crying in the ears suddenly became sharp, and the green light was like spots of flames. The resentful baby was burned and made to show its teeth and claws. It leaned over from the big rock with its hands and feet, trying to grab the boy's face.

Yan Congzhi pushed the boy back at the last moment before the two came into contact. The sharp armor with dirt particles on it and the silver-white Taoist robe separated at the touch, and the resentful baby screamed and cried as it ran in the opposite direction.

Yan Congzhi made room for half of his body again. This time, he didn't need to say anything more. The young man found the right opportunity, poured his strength into the willow branch, and swung it straight at the resentful baby. The opponent's body was scattered on the ground like flesh shattered by fireworks, and could never be reassembled into its original form again.

The gray fog disappeared as if it had never appeared.

Qi Yi held the willow branches tightly in both hands. He felt an irresistible physical nausea, but he resisted the urge to vomit.

The acid in his stomach came back to his mouth, and the boy swallowed it with his saliva. He put the willow branch on his waist, bent down, lowered his eyebrows and said in a pleasant manner, "Thank you, Master."

Yan Congzhi watched the whole process and finally nodded: "Go to Wanshan."

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It was still the same sword, simple and heavy, with a circle of plain patterns along the blade. Yan Congzhi stood on the sword and pulled the stunned boy up.

Qi Yi never dreamed that one day he would be able to ride on a magic sword and fly in the sky at night.

Of course, he never considered that he couldn't even stand steadily on the sword.

Yan Congzhi didn't expect this either.

He was born in Minghong Mountain. Both of his parents were high-level cultivators. The boundaries between the inner and outer sects of the sect were strict. Those who could come before him when he was a child must be the best among their peers. Therefore, he had never imagined that someone would not be able to keep his balance when flying a sword.

Yan Congzhi picked up the young man who was hanging on the edge of the sword and held him in front of him. He pressed down on the man's shoulder with one hand so that he no longer had to struggle to keep his balance.

The cold wind blew, and Qi's face was scratched with pain, which was a hundred times more painful than being brushed by branches in the dense forest. The wind in his face seemed to be mixed with steel needles, so dense and tight that it made it difficult to breathe.

The boy endured it for a few moments, holding his breath so hard that his face turned red from the choking wind.

Feeling that the disciple in front of him was having difficulty breathing, Yan Congzhi slowed down. Even though the distance of just a few dozen miles was only a blink of an eye, he still pinched the boy's shoulders with his index and middle fingers and turned him around.

Qi Yi, facing the pendant on his master's waist, finally took a deep breath, and along with it, a cold breath like ice and snow.

It's not fragrant, it's cool.

Walking barefoot on the ice in winter and listening to the cold wind blowing the broken snow onto the cold pines.

Qi Yi couldn't help but sneeze.

Yan Congzhi couldn't help it either.

He pulled the new disciple behind him again, let him hold the hilt of the sword, and cast a cleansing spell on himself in the blink of an eye.

Qi Yi, who was holding the hilt of the sword in the wind, realized that he was being despised. Before he could feel ashamed, he suddenly found that his tattered clothes mixed with mud and blood had turned into a set of clean tattered clothes.

As far as the eye could see the strangeness in the mountain, Yan Congzhi slowly descended, and the muffled nasal sound of a young man could be heard behind him.

"Thank you, master."

The situation on the mountain was no longer the same as when Qi Yi had just escaped.

I have to say that the mountain ghost with many legs and a spider-like shape moves faster.

The entire Wanshan Mountain stretches for dozens of miles, and the highest platform is only a few miles high. Thousands of people gathered there, just like an altar where they cooked a pot of human flesh porridge.

There is almost nothing around the cave now.

Except for the dark red bloodstains all over the ground.

Yan Congzhi felt the evil energy emanating from the surroundings and frowned secretly. This was far beyond the level of an ordinary mountain ghost running rampant.

At one time, it almost sucked out and killed most of the mortals in the surrounding towns and villages.

Qi Yi held the hilt of the sword, his eyes falling on the bloodstains at the entrance of the cave. He didn't know which ones belonged to his mother, so he could only cry.

It turns out that people's tears can never stop flowing. Qi Yi thought that he had cried enough and could not shed any more tears. However, just a few hours later, he revisited the old place and the scene was still vivid in his mind. Tears fell again involuntarily in response to the scene.

Yan Congzhi paid no attention to the boy's suppressed sobs. He looked towards the dark cave, holding Qi Yi in one hand and putting away the sword.

The boy returned here with a healthy body and a new master.

"Master, in the cave."

Yan Congzhi looked at the large characters at the entrance of the cave that were covered by vines:

——Seek benevolence and you will obtain it, and becoming an immortal is the first step.

Just like if you seek benevolence, you will obtain it. If you wish to become an immortal, you will not fall behind those who practice Taoism.

The boy also took a look, but he couldn't read and didn't understand anything.

"Let's go."

Qi Yi stepped into the cave first. This time he was still afraid, but his steps did not hesitate at all.

A light behind them gradually turned from dark to bright. Qi Yiyi turned around and saw a bright light bursting out from between the index and middle fingers of the master's right hand. The whole cave instantly became as bright as day.

Seeing the boy with narrowed eyes, Yan Congzhi thought that he was eager to learn, so he took the initiative to explain: "I will teach you the Bright Light Technique when I get back."

Go back, where?

Qi Yi didn't say much, just nodded and looked inside the cave in the light.

It was pretty much the same as what I had felt before, with uneven surfaces all around and a very long depth from front to back, but there was just one difference.

The dripping sound heard before was not water, but blood.

Sticky, hot blood enveloped the entire cave.

Qi Yi pulled his hand back from the wall. He couldn't get rid of the nausea feeling. His hand was red. The boy's mind was full of doubts:

"Master, when I came here before, there was no blood..."

Yan Congzhi walked up to the young man and cast a cleansing spell: "It's a trick, or the people who didn't finish eating were dragged into the bottom of the cave."

Qi Yi heard it and subconsciously said, "Not finished eating? Is there still hope?"

Yan Congzhi shook his head: "Didn't you see what was written on the door?"

Qi Yi lowered his head and said, "I have never been to school and I don't know a few words."

The person walking in front didn't make any comments about the illiteracy. Qi Yi looked at the figure of the master and took two quick steps to catch up with him.

"Ghosts, goblins, spirits, demons, and monsters can all become mountain ghosts. Mountain ghost is not the name of a certain monster, but whoever has the greatest power and influence can become a mountain ghost."

"There is a type that likes to eat resentment. They often take the form of spiders, which is very similar to what you said. If this type of resentment-eating spider has extra prey, it must kill it first and keep it. It also likes 'delicious food', especially human flesh."

Qi Yi didn't quite understand what he said: "What does it have to do with the words on the door?"

Yan Congzhi did not look back and continued walking deeper into the cave:

"It is engraved on the door: if you seek 'benevolence' you will get 'benevolence', if you seek 'immortality' you will be the first."

——Seek people and get them, it’s salty and fresh.