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

Chapter 222

The boy was pulled to half sit up, one of his hands was broken and there were several deep holes on his shoulder that were bleeding.

"who are you?"

Yan Congzhi stood up straight, his clothes hanging down, not stained with dust. He looked at the young man, carefully examining him until his face gradually turned pale due to blood loss.

"Yan Congzhi."

"Never heard of it."

Qi Yi's senses seemed to have blocked out the pain. At this moment, he was looking at the burned-down old house and the voiceless wolf leader. In front of him stood a Taoist priest who looked like a god who had descended to earth and could only appear in storybooks.

I just feel a little confused.

"I have never seen you either."

Qi Yi and the other person met each other's eyes.

"Are you a fairy?"

"No. Just a Taoist priest."

The blood on his head flowed into his right eye. Qi Yi tilted his head slightly and asked, "Why did you save me?"

There was no movement in his eyebrows, and the corners of Yan Congzhi's mouth seemed to be naturally curved. In fact, he just had a gentle face, and the words he uttered did not contain any emotion, but his appearance was too calm.

"You should be saved."

Qi Yi didn't quite understand, but that didn't stop him from thanking his savior.

It would have been better if the boy didn't move. He leaned forward with his hands, trying to bend down and kneel down, but the laceration on his shoulder began to show its effect, and the pain made his eyes go white.

Yan Congzhi stood with his hands behind his back, watching the young man bend his knees little by little and kowtow deeply:

"Thank you, Daojun."

From this angle, Yan Congzhi could only see the other person's small whorl of hair.

"No need."

Qi Yi did not get up, but still kept his forehead on the ground.

"Eighty miles ahead, there is a mountain called Wanshan. There is a mountain ghost haunting the villagers, killing them and gathering resentful infants. Countless people have been killed and injured. I hope that the Taoist will lend a hand and eliminate this harm for the people."

Yan Congzhi did not speak. Qi Yi kowtowed three times again, with blood stains on his forehead getting deeper. “My mother died at the hands of a mountain ghost to save me. If I can avenge my mother’s death, I am willing to be a dog or a horse and be used by the Taoist master.”

From above, Yan Congzhi's voice came.

"I want to take you as my apprentice, are you willing?"

Qi Yi suspected that his ears were deafened by the wolf's howl and he didn't hear clearly, but when he raised his head, he could only see the other person's pure white clothes.

The burning smoke was blown over by the wind, and everything seemed real and false.

Amid the roaring fire, the young man remained silent for a moment and bowed his head.

"Qi Yi, thank you, Master."

His eyes, filled with tears of blood, slowly closed. The image of the immortal killing the wolf with disrespect and recklessness flashed through his mind. He suddenly felt sad and for the first time hated his own incompetence.

If he could do the same, then mother and sister...

"Get up."

Bitter tears flowed into his chest. Qi Yi struggled to stand up, but his body had been battered after several fierce battles and was almost on the verge of collapse.

Yan Congzhi took out two talismans from his sleeve and thrust them towards the boy's chest and arms. Although they did not touch each other, the talismans suddenly burned with blue fire and disappeared, and Qi Yi suddenly felt a sense of clarity all over his body.

"Thank you, Master." Qi Yi didn't know how a Taoist priest should greet him, so he just bowed respectfully. Yan Congzhi had an inexplicable expression, and his dark pupils reflected the ragged, thin and desolate figure of the young man.

Suddenly he sighed:

"Let's go."

Qi Yi looked back at the village where only dogs were barking, and followed Yan Congzhi's footsteps in the light of the fire.

"master……"

The man in front did not take out his ancient sword again, but walked steadily towards the dense green forest in the back mountain. He landed silently, but in the blink of an eye, he was far ahead of the young man.

Qi Yi suddenly had a master, and his name was extremely unfamiliar. He was afraid that if he didn't speak up, he would definitely lose him, so he had to open his mouth.

"us……"

Yan Congzhi has been practicing Taoism for who knows how many years, and he has always been in seclusion on the top of a mountain. If it weren't for his fellow disciples who often come to visit him, he would probably have forgotten how to speak.

Naturally, I don’t remember that ordinary people walk very slowly.

Yan Congzhi turned around and saw the young man running towards him hurriedly, his face still covered in blood and mud, with blood still hanging from the corners of his mouth, like a little bee that had fallen behind.

"Master, where are we going? The back mountain... go this way."

The young man tried to catch his breath, ran forward, and pointed to the north.

Yan Congzhi slowed down and motioned Qi Yi to follow.

"Go save a wild soul first."

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The wind was cold and quiet, the grass and trees in the forest were wet, the night lengthened the shadows, and there were still some ashes left behind the boulders.

That was where Grandma Li used to burn paper.

Qi Yi followed Yan Congzhi all the way here and did not need the other party's help. Although the road here is steep and uneven, he has been walking on it for many years and has already memorized the terrain.

Yan Congzhi paid attention a few times and when he saw that he could catch up, he stopped slowing down. When Qi Yi caught up, he saw a resentful baby with a bloody head howling on a stone.

The resentful baby's figure was extremely faint, as if it would be blown away by the wind.

Qi Yi suddenly understood the cause of Grandma Li's death.

Li Mancang had an older sister who died of a disease a few days after she was born.

It seems that it is not that she is sick, but that as a daughter, she no longer has the right to live at home.

Yan Congzhi looked at the baby who had died tragically without any sympathy. He just turned his head towards Qi Yi and said:

"When resentment gathers into spirits and is nourished by Yin energy, it can kill people."

Qi Yi hurriedly followed and Yan Congzhi handed him a long and straight branch.

"Focus your mind here and strike it."

After the banished immortal finished speaking, he stepped aside, as if he had completed his teachings and instructions as a master. Qi Yi held the branch, but still didn't understand.

What are you focusing on? What are you attacking?

The young man looked at the screaming resentful baby, half of whose head was shattered like the pork offal seen at the market. Waves of resentment came over him, and goose bumps spread uncontrollably all over his arms. He turned his head to look at the master who was waiting for him to take action, and said with a dry mouth:

"Forgive my stupidity..."

Yan Congzhi pursed his lips, thinking back to the teachings of his master when he had just entered the Tao long ago, and there was not much difference.

At this time, he frowned, stretched out a finger, and scratched from Qi Yi's forehead to his chest. Qi Yi only felt a chill flowing along the white jade-like knuckles, and a power he had never felt before was pulled by it. The energy in his body was like a red fish being pulled by a line, flowing along the fingertips and into the dry branches.

Then the brown branches suddenly came back to life, with tender green like ripples on the water. The dead branches shrank in an instant and then suddenly grew from buds into green leaves. The branch in the hand seemed like a thin willow branch just broken after the first rain.

Qi Yi's eyes were filled with shock. The green branches were reflected in his pupils, and his chest was beating uncontrollably.

Yan Congzhi looked at the rejuvenated willow branches and nodded slightly.

He hasn't even started to realize the truth yet, but given his innate constitution, he can do this, so I've definitely chosen the right person.

Yan Congzhi said: "Kill and transfer the soul."

Qi Yi did not follow his words, but just tightened the branch in his hand and said in a low voice:

"She was murdered."

Yan Congzhi's expression was calm, as if he was looking at flowers, plants, and ants. He opened his thin lips slightly:

"so what?"