Ch. 113 - False

The Daoist put all the velvet grass in his hand on a heavy cloth bag, and said with a smile, "The poor Daoist always keeps his word, and he likes to accumulate virtue and do good deeds most of the day, but you can't lose your sincerity in anything in this world. Although this velvet grass has the effect of reducing lifespan, the more you eat, the more immune you will be to it, so it is just to use this thing to test your sincerity."

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe showed disdain, and said with a sneer, "Daoist, don't talk nonsense here! It's just a little spiritual rice, give it away as you like, or don't give it away, why bother putting a vain show of sincerity?"

As soon as this remark came out, those onlookers responded one after another, and they all looked at Daoist with contempt.

"Just now, you said that if one eats a piece of this velvet grass, he will get a catty of spiritual rice. Are you serious?" A rough voices said, and a big man in commoner clothes pushed through the crowd and stood in front of the Daoist.

The Daoist raised his head and glanced at the ragged man with inexplicable eyes. He nodded and said, "Of course it is true!"

There was a hint of joy on the face of the man, and he directly reached out and grabbed a piece of velvet grass and stuffed it into his mouth.

"This herb is a poisonous weed. Every time you eat a plant, you will lose one year of life!"

"There are really people who are not afraid of death!"

Everyone around was stunned in place, staring at the man, watching his reaction after eating the weed.

"It's so sweet!" To everyone's surprise, the rough clad man closed his eyes and chewed for a while, then opened his intoxicated eyes, and stretched out his hand again to grab the big bunch of velvet grass!

At that time, a few clever people had seen some clues, and with their eyes rolling, they hurried forward, and within a few breaths, they grabbed all the velvet weeds.

"Sweet and delicious!"

"This is definitely not velvet grass! It's a spiritual grass that can be compared with spiritual rice!"

"Daoist, is there any more grass?"

After those smart people ate the velvet weed, they all showed unsatisfactory expressions, and surrounded the Daoist and spoke one after another.

The corner of Doist's mouth curled into a smile, and he untied all the cloth bags in front of him.

One of the cloth bags was filled with dense velvet grass, and all the remaining cloth bags were full of fragrant spiritual rice!

"This grass is indeed not velvet grass, but a low-level spiritual grass that can prolong life. The poor Daoist just tested your sincerity. Now that I have seen your sincerity, all the spiritual rice here. Everyone, feel free to pick it up!"

More and more people gathered around, and at that time, after Daoist's voice fell, there was already an uproar!

"A lot of spiritual rice! These are all mine!"

"Give me!"

"I want those spirit herbs!"

Countless people frantically flocked towards the opened bags, but the figure of the Daoist unknowingly disappeared into the crowd without any trace.

The strange thing was that although there were only a few bags, the velvet grass and spiritual rice in it seemed to be inexhaustible. No matter how much people took away from it, the spiritual grass and rice in the bag never hit the bottom.

Even though some people had already noticed the abnormality here and wanted to take the cloth bags away, they were all shocked to find that those cloth bags seemed to be firmly stuck to the ground by some kind of force, and they couldn't move even a tiny bit. .

As more and more people had eaten velvet grass, some changes had gradually taken place in this corner of Luoyan City, and an extremely weird atmosphere spread. More and more people from Luoyan City came here upon hearing the news, crazily scrambling for the inexhaustible spiritual grass and rice in the bag.

"Edict!"

With a light reprimand sound coming from a distance, Qingyue's sword roared, and a young Daoist nun stepped on the sword, looking at the chaos in the Yancheng City under her feet, her complexion changed slightly.

After seeing those cloth bags, the young nun's face became even paler, and she hurriedly summoned her Xuan energy and said loudly: "Everyone, stop!"

Some people from Luoyan City stopped, looking up at the young Daoist nun standing on the sword, more people turned a deaf ear to it. They were frantically scrambling for the spiritual grass and rice in the bag.

"True water curling clouds!"

While the sword light was whistling, thick rain clouds rushed together from the extreme sky, sweeping away all the people from Luoyan City, and formed a water cloud barrier around the bag. They were completely isolated in it.

"What are you doing?!" The big man in the cloth shirt who had eaten the velvet grass looked up and shouted at the young Daoist nun, "These spiritual grains are the life-saving rice of Luoyan City. You can’t cut people’s lives like this!”

"The production of spiritual fields and spiritual grains around Luoyan City has become increasingly rare. In the past two years, it has decreased by 30 to 40 percent! This year, there is almost no harvest. If you want to monopolize these rice grains, just kill us!"

"Cultivators are superior, and they regard ordinary people like me as slaves, pigs and dogs. Finally, a Daoist took pity on us and gave us the spiritual grain, but you want to destroy my life!"

Countless people from Luoyan City glared at the young Daoist nun. If it was the past, they would never have dared to treat a practitioner who could stand on a sword like this. Bloody didn't seem to have any sense of fear in his heart, which was extremely weird.

The young Taoist nun's face was a bit ugly, and she pinched a trick with her hands. On the rain cloud, there were countless water droplets falling in all directions, which made these people in Luoyan City recover a bit of sobriety.

"This is not some spiritual grass at all, but a vicious curse insect that can erode the soul!"

As his voice fell, those cloth bags gradually twisted, and finally turned into several ferocious thorn beasts that were still trembling. Each thorn beast was half the size of a human. The top and bottom were covered with sharp black thorns that emitted a foul smell.

The young nun looked at the thorn beasts with some trepidation, and continued: "These black worms are called Soul Devouring Thorns, and those black thorns are their larvae. It can be attached to the soul of the living beings and slowly devour it, and transfer all the original power back to the Soul Devouring Thorn curse insect, and the only winners in the end are those who raise these Soul Swallowing Thorns!"

The surrounding people of Luoyan City were dumbfounded. They blankly stared at those ferocious and terrifying beasts, unable to utter half a sentence.

Those who had already eaten the larvae turned pale and knelt down on the ground one after another, begging the young Taoist nun: "Please help me!"

The young nun shook her head slightly, and just about to speak, a gloomy voice came from afar.

"Who is running amok in my Luoyan City?"

She looked sideways, and saw a middle-aged man with a sullen complexion approaching the clouds, looking at her coldly.

"Master City Guard!"

"I have seen the city guard!"

After those people from Luoyan City were stunned for a moment, they all bowed down one after another.

"Lord City Guard, I just passed by here and sensed some vicious spiritual techniques, so I went into the city to find out. I have no other intentions." The Daoist nun lightly cupped her hands.

"This city belongs to the territory of the ancient city of Ruiri. How can you allow yourself, a wilderness cultivator, to indulge in here!" The sinister man sneered. "From my point of view, these thorn beasts are clearly a trick of yours!"

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