Chapter 18 Storage Bags

"You said this blood mist is a calamity mist, but what is this calamity mist?" Jiang Wen was a little curious about this blood mist. After all, this thing almost killed I know more information, I won't be as confused as I am today when I encounter it in the future.

"Senior, don't you know Jie Wu?" Chang Mingzi was a little surprised.

"I don't know." Jiang Wen shook his head.

"Senior is an expert who has lived in seclusion for many years. It is normal for him not to know about the mist." If Chang Mingzi realized something, he helped Jiang Wen find an excuse. "Seniors should have heard of three disasters and six tribulations. A major disaster occurs every 600 years, and a minor catastrophe occurs every 600 years."

"This killing calamity is one of the minor calamities, called the death calamity. The death calamity is a life-stealing calamity. When it comes, there may be a plague raging, and the world will be empty. Or there will be a great change in the world, and the mountains and seas will overturn. Or it will happen. The world is in chaos and the world is fighting. Only when enough people die can this massacre be overcome."

"This calamity fog is born against the heavens and is formed by the condensed evil energy. If a mortal touches it, it will shatter into pieces and turn into dust. If the calamity fog swallows enough mortals, it may turn into a murderous calamity."

After listening to Chang Mingzi's explanation, Jiang Wen understood why this thing was so turns out that he is a preliminary member of the Three Disasters and Six Tribulations. No wonder he can turn the Yang brothers and sisters into ashes.

"I'm not confused anymore." After learning a lot about the world of cultivation, Jiang Wen didn't continue to ask any more matter what you do, you should click to the end so that you can get more information later.

"Since the matters here are settled by the seniors, the juniors will no longer stay. I have a heavy responsibility. If I have the chance to discuss things with my seniors in the future." Chang Mingzi said, stood up and he seemed to have thought of something, and took out something like a sachet from his sleeve and handed it to Jiang Wen.

"This is a little thought from the junior, I hope the senior will accept it."

Jiang Wen was not polite and took the thing from Chang Mingzi's Chang Mingzi bowed to him and walked away in the wasn't until the figure disappeared into the clouds that Jiang Wen looked away and said to himself enviously.

"When will I learn how to fly in the clouds?"

Checking what Chang Mingzi sent, it was a brocade bag embroidered with white Wen was about to open it when a strange message came.

Upon closer inspection, an unexpected joy appeared on his face.

"It turned out to be a storage bag, and a storage bag with a lot of space!" Jiang Wen was ecstatic. He didn't expect that he could gain so much just by discussing Taoism with this Taoist.

The storage bag he had thought about day and night appeared in his hand, a thank-you gift from Chang is undoubtedly an artifact for Jiang Wen. After all, the Qiankun Bag is so convenient.

The mana in his body attached to the storage bag, and Jiang Wen immediately felt that his spiritual storage bag was can see what's going on inside the storage bag and can take things out or put them in with just a thought.

"Chang Mingzi really gave me a big gift. And I have to thank him properly." Jiang Wen muttered to is no doubt about the value of storage bags. In the real world, they cannot be purchased for tens of billions.

Putting his suitcase into the storage bag, Jiang Wen patted Lao Niu's butt: "Let's go, Lao Niu, it's time to go back."

The cow mooed, pulling the carriage towards the station in Changping Jiang Wen arrived at Di'er, he walked down and saw that the Changping Village garrison was full of white-haired old men.

"This..." Jiang Wen was a little confused. Why did everyone in Changping Village turn gray overnight?

"Master Immortal, you are back." A hoarse voice came from Wen sounded familiar.

He turned around to look, but for a long time he didn't recognize that he was the old village , I saw the crutch in the other person's hand and guessed his identity.

"We just haven't seen him for a day, why is the old village chief so old?" Jiang Wen asked doubtfully.

"It's a long story." The old village chief smiled bitterly and shook his head, telling Jiang Wen everything.

Jiang Wen naturally clenched his fists when he heard this. He originally felt that this was outrageous when he heard this from the Yang brothers and sisters. Then when he heard the person involved describe his motive for committing the crime, he even felt how vicious people can be.

However, when I thought about the great disasters in ancient times, there would be all kinds of darkness, and it was common for people to change their children and eat them, and the anger in my heart also dissipated a lot.

"Master Immortal, can you save Changping Village?" The old village chief looked at Jiang Wen expectantly.

Jiang Wen shook his head, looked at the sky and said slowly: "Everything has a cause and effect, and some things are already destined. This disaster is also retribution for what you have done before." "If you can accumulate merit and virtue in the future, maybe There will be a day of détente.”

"Oh, I understand." The old village chief nodded, turned around and walked towards his long after, he came over with a wooden box and handed it to Jiang Wen.

"This is the reward from the immortal master." said the old village chief.

Jiang Wen opened the wooden box and saw several gold ingots and round jade stones lying seemed to be worth a lot of money, and he put it into the Qiankun bag without any politeness.

"I have one last thing to do. Could you please help me?"

"You don't have to be polite, old village chief. Just tell me if you have anything to do." Jiang Wen took the money and felt better. For the sake of the gold ingot, he agreed to the old village chief's request.

"Please also ask the immortal master to let those who were sacrificed live rest in peace." After the old village chief said this, his expression became a little more walked away on crutches, his figure lingering like a candle.

Jiang Wen didn't speak for a long time. He thought about many things.

That night, everyone in Changping Village returned to their 's just that there is no joy on everyone's face, they all have white hair and sad expressions.

And beside the well in the center of the village, countless candles formed a Bagua Wen was wearing a Taoist robe, holding Fuchen and a bowl of water, walking around the mouth of the well.

He was chanting the Purana Sutra in his mouth, stepping on Gang steps, and his face was neither happy nor sad.

Not far away, villagers formed a circle, everyone with their heads lowered and wearing white cloth.

Paper money was sprinkled in the air and fell one after Taoist priest read scriptures and listened to the sound of drums.

Faintly, everyone seemed to hear a sigh.

A female voice sang folk songs and slowly faded away.

"mother!!"

"daughter in law!"

The silence of the crowd was broken. Some people cried and cried to the sky, while others knelt on the ground and beat the ground and cried guilt, panic and cowardice of the it all out in this moment.

No one knows how Changping Village spent that night. When Jiang Wen left the next day, the old village chief came to see him off in person.

Jiang Wen looked at the old village chief. His eyes were red and swollen, but he was surprisingly energetic.

"I'm here to thank the immortal master." The old village chief smiled.

"The village chief seems to be in good spirits."

"I thought of a lot of things last night and understood a lot of things." The old village chief sighed. "I don't have much time left, and I will go to the underworld when I die. When the time comes, I will cook or cook, and I will have no regrets."

"Well, Pindao took his leave." Jiang Wen nodded and didn't stay any longer.

The old village chief stood there for a long time, and then slowly walked towards the silk clothes, he stood quietly by the strong wind blew up the dead leaves, and the old village chief disappeared from the well.

After a long time, the sound of gongs and drums came from Changping Village.

"The village chief jumped into a well and died!"

(End of this chapter)