Chapter 70 Monster
A dilapidated temple was crumbling in the raging snowstorm, with an orange-red light shining through it, then sank into the darkness of the endless snowstorm.

When that soft body fell into He Qing’s arms, it was like soft jade entering his arms.

A soft feeling fell on my body, and various parts of my body were squeezed against each other, changing into another shape.

He Qing just opened his eyes and watched quietly.

He wanted to see what this vixen was going to do.

Hu Yue’er looked back and met He Qing’s gaze, her eyes full of affection.

“Master, that man wants to kill me, please save me.”

Hu Yue’er almost lay her whole body in He Qing’s arms, with her hands on He Qing’s shoulders.

But He Qing still had a smile on his face.

Sande looked at Hu Yue’er lying in He Qing’s arms, and his heart was almost going crazy with jealousy.

He originally wanted to kill Chang Ling first, but after seeing this scene, he couldn’t help himself.

He raised the knife, took two steps forward, and shouted angrily: “Little Taoist priest, let her go, or I will chop you to death.”

Hu Yue’er suddenly smiled.

“The Taoist priest must have seen that I am a vixen a long time ago.”

The main reason is that He Qing’s behavior is really abnormal.

Hu Yue’er is not a stupid person, so she naturally understands this.

She did not look at Sande who was holding a knife behind her. Instead, she raised her head slightly and looked at He Qing with shining eyes.

“Master, do you mind if I absorb a little of your essence? It’s very comfortable.”

The ruffian Sande became more and more furious, and finally he couldn’t bear it anymore and chopped the knife down like a madman.

At the moment the knife fell, Sande fell backwards.

Just like the firewood being burned out, Sande’s soul was also burned out.

His soul was burning wildly in the furnace of emotions.

This is already an extremely abnormal situation.

Hu Yue’er didn’t even bother to look at Sande, but instead looked at He Qing lovingly.

“What’s going on?” He Qing asked.

“The magic spell that Cangyuan Dao bestowed in Guangyuan Prefecture will cause some people’s desires to burn like firewood and then gather together. They will summon the Six Desire Heavenly Demons.”

After Hu Yue’er finished speaking, her breathing became rapid.

She held He Qing’s cheek and kissed her with her red lips.

As easy as a snake out of a hole.

A wisp of vital energy was sucked away.

A wisp of pure yang energy was sucked away.

Hu Yue’er just felt hot all over, as if she was in a furnace.

She screamed, then turned into a white fox and ran away, leaving behind only a gust of fragrant breeze.

He Qing touched his lips.

“The vixen smells pretty good, no wonder so many scholars go into the mountains to have affairs after their essence is sucked away.”

He Qing chuckled.

If this vixen dares to suck his essence, then she will suffer.

He Qing had already been testing Hu Yue’er just now.

See if she is a good demon, or an extremely bad demon.

If she tried to suck He Qing with the intention of sucking him to death, she would be instantly evaporated by the endless pure yang energy.

But Hu Yue’er was quite sensible and did not intend to kill anyone.

The final result was just burning.

He Qing looked at the ruffian Sande who was lying on the ground.

This matter is much more important than the vixen.

“No wonder these rebels are so violent and no wonder King Tuochu is so indulgent. It turns out that they are being treated as firewood.”

He Qing had seen this kind of magic before, right at Fuhu Temple.

Such magic cannot turn a good person into an evil person.

Such a spell is just a collection spell of emotions, a small hint, an atmosphere.

Such an atmosphere will make a person excited and make people submit to it.

But overall, the crimes committed by the rebel army cannot be entirely attributed to magic.

Most of the reasons were still due to the chaos of the army itself. He sat on the ground and thought about it, then looked at the people around him who had fallen asleep.

He Qing smiled slightly.

With a wave of his hand, his magical power of summoning spirits and dispatching generals was unleashed.

All of a sudden, a gray light shot out from the ground and transformed into an old man who was only as tall as an ordinary person’s waist.

The old man was only wearing a simple robe and holding a staff made of vines in his hand.

The old man looked a little panicked when he was photographed.

After a while, he bowed and said, “The land god greets the Taoist priest.”

This old man is the local god.

However, a hairy god like this is extremely weak and does not have much magical power.

Especially at a time like now in Guangyuan Prefecture, the world is in chaos and the incense is not very strong.

If a land like this were to appear, sometimes even a steppe wolf would be unable to defeat it.

“Does the vixen just now often come here?” He Qing asked with a smile while sitting on the ground.

“Not really. He only comes once every few months.”

“Will it harm anyone?”

The land thought about it.

“I’ve never seen him before. That fox fairy has great magical powers and looks down on ordinary people.”

“Then why did you come tonight?” He Qing raised his eyebrows.

The land god hesitated for a moment, and finally said: “Maybe he saw the Taoist priest and fell in love with him.”

“Haha, okay, you can leave now.”

The land god quickly retreated respectfully.

Although he does not have much magical power, as a land god, if he hides underground, no one can do anything to him.

There are a lot of practitioners coming and going, including Taoists, monks, and even various esoteric religions and temple priests.

But people usually light a stick of incense and respectfully invite him out.

It is rare to find a Taoist priest like this who can take him out with just a wave of his hand.

In fact, it took He Qing a while to come back to his senses.

He Qing didn’t know how to summon these gods, and since he had the ability to summon spirits and send generals, he naturally used it out of habit.

After realizing that he was being rude, He Qing wanted to light a stick of incense to make amends.

It’s just that the incense had just been taken out and some smoke had just come out.

The land god ran out in a panic.

“Master, I dare not, I dare not, I can’t bear it, I can’t bear it.”

The land god looked panicked and terrified.

As soon as he returned to the temple, he felt a ray of merit and incense coming like the scorching sun.

The incense was like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, and just a hint of its power made his soul unstable.

So he ran out quickly.

If this Taoist priest were to burn incense again, he would probably lose his soul.

This world is about personality.

He Qing burned incense for him, just as if the Emperor of Heaven burned incense for a minor god, or the emperor knelt down to worship a refugee.

This is already disqualified.

A minor god like the God of Land simply cannot bear this.

After hearing the words of the land god, He Qing quickly extinguished the incense.

“I’m sorry,” He Qing said a little embarrassed.

He Qing really lacks these common sense questions.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, Taoist Priest, please do as you please.”

As the two were talking, it was almost dawn.

Chang Ling woke up in a daze and looked around.

He saw that the woman he had been thinking about had disappeared without a trace. He could only sigh deeply, his heart full of regret.

“After we part today, will we ever meet again?” Chang Ling’s tone was filled with regret and remorse.

(End of this chapter)