Inside Meishan County.

This land of more than six million people has ushered in an unprecedented period of tranquility.

The evil atmosphere has been swept away, and the souls of evil cultivators are gone.

Without these dangers and burdens, people's lives suddenly became much better.

The county town of Merlin.

The night market is bustling and crowded.

The cries of vendors could be heard on both sides of the street, and the fragrance of delicious food flowed into the nose along the drifting air.

Although the county town is a county town, except for two or three major festivals a year, there are no night markets at other times.

Usually it's curfew time at night.

Coupled with the rampant corruption and dark forces, small business is not worth the amount of money extorted by others.

Since those damn people disappeared, all kinds of businesses among the people are waiting for prosperity, and all industries are thriving.

There are more than twenty corpses hanging at the city gate not far away.

In the words of Immortal Donghua, these are the magic sticks and their thugs, as well as corrupt officials.

Of course, the number of people killed in the past few days was ten times as many as the corpses, but some heavyweights were specially selected for public display.

There was a stall selling braised pork not far away, and the stall owner was a lame middle-aged man.

"Old Li, cut me half a pound of pork head and two ounces of sweet potatoes to bake."

"Hello!"

The stall owner's business was good, and an acquaintance called him to stop.

"Why is it you, Lao Li? Are you back to your old business?"

"Yes, those sons of bitches died, and I picked up my skills. We can't lose the things passed down by our ancestors. Thank you so much, Immortal Donghua."

Lao Li's expression was mixed with a hint of relief from the past.

His braised pork stall was originally a century-old braised pork shop, and its business was booming.

Later, he was attracted by a certain dignitary and wanted to buy the secret recipe for twenty taels and buy 50% of the shares.

Of course Lao Li was unwilling. After that, the store was closed down and his legs were broken by a group of masked men. The old father was furious and his wife couldn't bear the humiliation and jumped into the river to commit suicide.

It's been ten years since this happened.

Unexpectedly, ten years later, there would be people trying to avenge him.

"The sky has eyes!"

Lao Li couldn't help but sigh, he didn't know how to express his gratitude to Donghua Jungle.

Two people were engrossed in their food on the seats of the booth, listening to everyone's conversations one by one.

If people from the jungle were here, they would definitely recognize this as Xiao Xuan, the master of the Five Poison Corpse Gu Temple, and his disciples.

Xiao Xuan looked around, and at every intersection there were hidden soldiers from Lei Mansion that ordinary people could not see.

These underworld soldiers guard the streets and monitor every corner of the street, working together to maintain the prosperity of this place.

These are the underworld soldiers of Lei Mansion under Wang Ziye.

Any city controlled by Donghua Jungle will undergo transformation in this area.

Everything is based on long-term peace and stability.

Since the Yin soldiers of Lei Mansion have no humanity, they will not mess with the people, and they will not be seen by the naked eye, so they are the most suitable candidates to maintain public security.

After these days of fasting and feasting, everyone has come to a realization that the situation in the world is indeed much better than before.

The six heavenly old energies mentioned by Taoist Master are indeed the root of harm to the world.

Of course, their external publicity is all about the five-day old spirit.

The last kind of depression is a bit too cynical, pointing directly at most of the current Taoist traditions, saying that their practices are not good, their virtues are not cultivated, and they are causing more serious harm to the world than demons.

If it were publicized, wouldn't it become a public enemy of the world?

Originally, most people in Taoism did not agree with this, but now they understand.

Take the monk family this time as an example.

This group of people is not orthodox, and usually lives in the middle of the market, or on a hilltop.

They cannot collect taxes like the Taoist jungle and recruit people openly and honestly.

He can only guard his own three-thirds of an acre of land, while secretly colluding with dignitaries and obtaining benefits through illegal means.

Xiao Xuan and others found that this group of talents was the largest, hiding in the dark like cockroaches.

Now, the Lin family and Zhang family are united to prepare to fight against the jungle.

There are even other forces.

At this time, a beetle the size of a fingernail flew onto Xiao Xuan's fingernail.

"They are on Xindong Street, ready to take action!"

Xiao Xuan wrote a letter to the master of the exorcism altar.

Xindong Street is a civilian area.

This street is arranged according to the location of Bagua, which looks quite unique.

In fact, this street is a formation.

Go to the plaque under the main street gate, walk around three times, and then enter the second doorway.

Wow!

It is dark and gloomy, hundreds of feet long and wide.

At this time, there were more than a hundred people sitting, headed by the head of the Lin family, a strong man in the pill formation stage.

Next to him was a man with a graceful temperament. This man was one of the eighteen heads of the Shengwei Jungle, and was in the late stage of pill formation.

"Donghua Jungle is suppressing us vigorously, completely regardless of our status as working for the master of Xuanyu City, and our words are full of disrespect. Senior Qingming, this is probably the case."

Qing Ming is not only a person from Shengwei Jungle, but also the purchasing deacon of Xuanyu City.

Many shady materials are usually collected by these monk families on their behalf, such as purple river carts, dead babies, etc.

At the same time, the Lin family is also a relative of Yunhai, the lord of Xuanyu City, for more than 800 years. Although the relationship is far away, Qing Ming also has to come to help.

"I see, just ask them to let their horses come over."

Qing Ming smiled.

What about the Taoist Master of Zifu? His backstage is Xuanyu City.

boom!

At this time, the formation outside was exploded.

Seven people came rushing in.

Whoosh!

The weirdo with the mask swung his sword over his head.

Brilliant sword energy burst through the air.

At the same time, there are also flames, thunder and lightning, Tao soldiers...

Endless spells overwhelmed everyone present.

"How dare you! I am the deacon of Xuanyu City!"

Qing Ming shouted angrily.

"You hide your head and show your tail, you are a villain!"

The sword guard smiled faintly.

The spell was drowned out, and Qing Ming and everyone in the monk family were left in despair.

This battle almost destroyed 90% of the monk families.

The battle report reached the main hall.

Opposite Song Lin sat the heads of five monk families.

Several people were restless, looking at Song Lin who was silent, feeling a little guilty.

These people are from small and powerless families and cannot integrate into the Lin family. They are also worried about offending Donghua, so they come to the banquet.

When they came here, they regretted it. They heard that the Lin family had a big backing, and if Donghua Jungle couldn't withstand it, they would be retaliated by the Lin family.

The consequences would be unimaginable.

At this time, a paper crane flew over.
To be continued...