Chapter 129 Immortal Family
"We must kill him, otherwise we won't be able to explain ourselves to the foreigners!"

At a secret gathering of a group of people, just this one sentence made everyone who had been arguing all night shut up. Then they pooled some money and planned to go out of town to invite a real master, because no one locally would take on the job.

However, since there are people who wish Yan Xu dead, there are naturally people who support him.

That night, an old woman with a cane came to the house where Yan Xu lived.

The old woman was not tall, she was bent over and leaning on a crutch, and had a head full of white hair, but she was in good spirits and had good eyesight. She walked steadily in the moonlight without turning on a lamp, and did not even step into a pit.

Looking up at the sky above the house, the old woman knew she had found the right place.

"A needle lady from Xiangzi Street, I'm here to pay my respects to the owner of this place."

The voice was not loud, but it was heard from the front door to the backyard. Yan Xu, who was reading the Spring and Autumn Annals at night, knew that the other party was not simple as soon as he heard it.

It is common sense that the louder the sound, the farther it can be heard. However, the sound is not loud but can be heard so far. It is obviously not an ordinary person. So Yan Xu went to open the door himself with a knife. If it is a friend, let him come in and sit down. If it is an enemy, let's see if my knife is sharp.

As soon as he opened the door, Yan Xu thought he was dazzled, because he suddenly saw a three-foot-tall white hedgehog standing at the door with crutches, and at the same time he smelled a strong smell of incense. When he looked again, it turned into an old woman in white clothes.

If it were the modern world, Yan Xu would think he was dazzled, but in this world, it was very normal.

Although I have never seen him before, it is easy to associate him with an immortal.

The other party had a peaceful temperament and pure incense, and it was obvious that he was not an immortal who had gone astray. Yan Xu invited him to come in and sit in the incense hall where the statue of Guandi was enshrined, and to test him at the same time.

He has mortal eyes and it is possible that he made a mistake, but Master Guan is a man who cannot tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes.

Only after seeing the other party calmly enter the incense hall and take the initiative to burn incense to Guandi did Yan Xu feel relieved. He loosened the grip of the Mo Dao in his hand and put it aside.

In fact, Azhenpo also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put her heart back into her stomach.

Yan Xu has killed too many people during this period, but he himself doesn't feel it much. However, in the eyes of people who have practiced cultivation, he has murderous aura, murderous intent condensed between his brows, and his whole body exudes the smell of blood. He is like a butcher.

Fortunately, the statue of Guandi worshipped by the other party has pure divine light and great power. Judging from his actions, he is a man with bloody hands and a heart of Buddha. Although scary, he can be a close friend, after all, he is someone recognized by Guandi.

"I wonder why the immortals are visiting?" Yan Xu asked himself. He had no contact with the immortals, so he didn't understand why the other party came to visit him specially.

"My young friend is worthy of being chosen by Saint Guandi. You killed all the demons with one sword, and even we immortals have benefited a lot." The old woman's words were not empty talk. Yan Xu and his men killed people without leaving their names, and ordinary people didn't know about it. However, the abducted children and kidnapped relatives were found, so naturally they had to find a place to express their gratitude, and the immortals rooted in the people became the primary objects of gratitude.

People have a herd mentality, and when these people worship, coupled with various rumors, they naturally lead the believers around them to worship together.

The problem is, this was not done by immortals.

If Yan Xu was an ordinary person, it would be fine, but he worships the Holy Lord Guandi, and the knife he struck at that time alarmed the entire immortals in the Demon City. Others don't know, but they know who it was. How could they dare to take advantage of him, let alone pretend to be deaf and dumb?

So after hearing about the conspiracy against Yan Xu, he asked Azhen Po to come as a representative to show his goodwill. Yan Xu was mentally prepared for offending people and being targeted. He even expected to be retaliated by supernatural powers after encountering the evil spirit and the old beggar who knew evil magic.

However, the goodwill shown by the local immortals was beyond his expectations, mainly because he was not aware of the existence of this group.

But this is a good thing. Yan Xu doesn't care that the other party is an alien, just like he no longer cares whether the beasts he killed are human or not. He also took this opportunity to ask for advice.

Xianjia is a specialty of Northeast China, but that doesn’t mean it’s only available in one place. It’s just that it’s more common and concentrated in Northeast China.

First, the local shaman culture is prevalent; second, it is a good place to practice in the deep mountains and old forests; third, there are several famous immortals there who can control the situation.

The last point is especially important, because these animals that have become spirits are immortals in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of people who have practiced cultivation.

Well, it’s very nutritious, it’s good stuff, I’ll kill two and try them.

Oh, the skin, fur and bones can also be used. Kill two more and keep them.

It's really not a waste at all.

It is precisely because there are several ancestors who have practiced for hundreds or thousands of years and are truly worthy of the title of immortals that the Northeastern Immortals are so famous and have become so influential.

Azhenpo is an immortal who came from the Northeast. She followed a family of ginseng collectors who traveled thousands of miles to the Magic City. A hundred years later, she has successfully established a foothold in the local area and has many devout believers and several disciples who are also exorcists.

There are a few immortals in Mo City who were born in the Northeast like Azhenpo. They act in a decent manner and have their own heritage. They are a force of considerable strength.

The other party was willing to make friends, and Yan Xu didn't put on airs, so he naturally wouldn't refuse.

After reaching a cooperative relationship with these immortals, Yan Xu could know whatever he wanted to know in the entire Demon City in less than half an incense stick of time. Therefore, the butcher knife that had been gradually stopped was raised high again, killing the beasts hiding deeper, causing rivers of blood and piles of heads.

"This kid has a strong murderous instinct. Even the generals a hundred years ago didn't kill as many people with their own hands as he did." Dog Lord said this while drinking bone soup from a tea bowl.

"Those seven wolves are not bad either. They are all good at killing and robbing. No wonder they killed so many people that the blood flowed like a river in less than ten people." Mr. Huang Ba felt a little greedy after smelling the fragrance. He cracked the two boiled eggs that he had been playing with in his hand for a long time, ate the egg whites and tasted the yolks, and spoke slowly.

"If you ask me, they deserve to be killed. They are born as human beings, but they do nothing. If they were not aliens who would be punished by heaven for killing people, I would have killed them long ago." The person who said this was Bai Jiaojiao, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure and a pair of fox eyes. At this moment, she was angrily fanning the exquisite folding fan in her hand, constantly hitting the towering peak, not afraid of turning the grapes purple.

"Alright, alright. Those you killed, my friend, all deserved to die. You have merits and no sins. What's more, they sent us a box of goodies as a gift in return for the information we provided." Azhenpo said with a smile, trying to smooth things over, then opened the incense box.

There was a handful of sandalwood in the incense box, which was about one foot long. As soon as it was opened, a pure scent of incense emanated from it. Several immortals immediately became unable to sit still and almost revealed their true forms.

"Such pure incense, without a trace of impurities. It is indeed worthy of the person favored by Saint Lord Guandi that he is willing to reward him with this." Bai Jiaojiao's eyes lit up as she stared at the sandalwood in the box. If Yan Xu were present, she would probably have used all the methods she had practiced for a hundred years to deal with the man.

Mr. Gou and Mr. Huang were not much better. They didn't even have time to drink the bone soup or eat the eggs. They all crowded in front of Grandma Zhen and were about to start fighting to grab the things.

(End of this chapter)