I am immortal in history

"The Cui family has been inherited for thousands of years, and Taoist Master Yan comes to knock on the door. Isn't there any master from the clan who can stop him?"

When Li Ping'an heard that the Cui family was destroyed, he was surprised that the thousand-year-old family did not cause a disturbance.

The Cui family has been running Liangzhou for thousands of years, and was funded by the late emperors since the founding of the country. The courts and localities are intertwined with countless old traditions, and as a result, they disappeared quietly.

"Of course."

Yan Chixiao said nonchalantly: "There are a few difficult old guys in the Cui family who dare to stop Yan from arresting people, so I will kill them all!"

He said it so easily, as if he was killing a few chickens and a few sheep.

Li Ping'an suddenly realized that martial arts was indeed the basis for the survival of aristocratic families. The Four Books and Five Classics were just used to confine people's thoughts. The real determinant of rise and fall was always the fist.

After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Does the Millennium Family have any strange treasures?"

"We haven't seen each other for several years, and the layman has learned a lot of secrets."

Divine light shines in the palm of Yan Chixiao's palm, and it condenses into a three-foot long sword floating in the air. It is made entirely of bronze, with the sun, moon and stars engraved on one side and mountains, rivers and vegetation on the other.

"Yan's Xuanyuan Sword is an innate moral treasure, and it is the most top-notch divine object. The few spiritual objects inherited by the Cui family are all native chickens and dogs' ears!"

"Taoist Master... is amazing."

Li Ping'an didn't know how to describe it for a moment, so he could only use the simplest words.

This kind of move is quite similar to Zhang Sanfeng's momentum of inserting the Yitian Sword in the Wudang Hall. He is confident that his strength is unrivaled in the world, and no one dares to covet the Xuanyuan Sword.

"I accidentally got the relic of the King of Storm Chasers the year before last, but unfortunately my legs will break if I use it for a long time..."

He briefly talked about Zhui Fenggu and Liu Rufeng. With Yan Chixiao's strength, the world's treasures are at his fingertips, and there is no need to hide them.

Of course, Jianmu branches must not be exposed.

"It turns out that Chai Feng Gu fell into the hands of the King of Thieves."

Yan Chixiao said: "This thing is quite famous in the world. Decades ago, there was a monster in Jeju that could ride on the wind. Many masters in the world chased it and killed it with great difficulty."

"After burning the demon corpse, a pair of leg bones were left behind, which is the origin of Zhui Feng Bone!"

"monster?"

Li Ping'an asked in surprise: "Could it be that treasures are all obtained from monsters and ghosts?"

"Absolutely."

Yan Chixiao said: "Except for a very small number of divine beings who are born with natural nourishment, there is a very small possibility of killing monsters and monsters to leave behind spiritual beings with various strange abilities."

Li Ping'an clicked his tongue and marveled: "Isn't this just...killing monsters and dropping treasures!"

"almost."

Yan Chixiao explained: "Demons and ghosts should not exist in the world. God encourages martial arts masters to kill them and give them spiritual objects as rewards."

This is the second time I heard Yan Chixiao say that there are no monsters or monsters in the world.

Li Ping'an had a vague guess. Maybe it was originally an ordinary martial arts world, without even martial arts. Monsters and ghosts were aliens and creatures from other dimensions.

After all, I am a time traveler, so there must be more than one world.

"Since it is a gift from God, why is there any harm?"

"Any spiritual object or even divine object will have different negative effects."

Yan Chixiao explained: "After all, they all come from demons and ghosts, and are incompatible with the human body. The way to eliminate them is also very simple, transforming humans into demons and ghosts!"

"..."

When Li Ping'an heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little afraid of Jianmu. Could it be that the legendary ancient holy tree was also a monster?

"Taoist Priest, spiritual objects and divine objects are the classification of treasures?"

"Treasures in the Jianghu are divided into strange objects, spiritual objects, and divine objects. Ninety-nine percent of monsters and monsters are lucky enough to leave behind strange objects, such as Zhui Feng Bone, but there is only one spiritual object in ten thousand."

Yan Chixiao warned: "Layers should not underestimate rare objects. Category classification is only the initial strength of the treasure. The real strength depends on the user."

"Yan has seen in the classics that a senior from the Taoist sect fused magical objects to the fifth level, and the ability he exerted was no weaker than the magical objects!"

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for clarifying my doubts."

Li Ping'an raised his glass and made a toast. The news of the treasure was not a secret among the higher-ups in the world, but it was definitely a secret for ordinary people and low-level warriors.

If you know it earlier, you may be able to save your life if you encounter a murder related to a strange object.

Yan Chixiao said in a deep voice: "Having said all that, I just hope that lay people will not fall into the devil's path, otherwise don't blame Yan for being unkind."

"Taoist priest, don't worry."

Li Ping'an said: "I am who I am. What's the difference between falling into the devil's path and dying?"

"Very good."

Yan Chixiao once asked Zhigang what he thought of Li Ping'an, and the answer he received was that his merits protect his body, otherwise he would not easily inform demons and strange objects.

I have seen too many people in the world who pursue power and don't care about good or evil at all, and voluntarily fall into the devil's path.

"Ms.-"

The daughter-in-law tugged at Li Ping'an's sleeves and blinked her almond-shaped eyes. What a strange thing. God had already stunned her. If she continued to drag him on, she would forget all the questions she wanted to ask.

Li Ping'an smiled and said: "Taoist Priest, my wife has admired you for a long time and wants to ask you a few things."

"But it doesn't matter."

Through the exchange just now, Yan Chixiao has realized that the girl is not smart, but has a pure and kind nature, which is a thousand times better than those smart demons.

"Taoist Priest, have you ever loved Nie Xiaoqian?"

"..."

"Does the old Black Mountain demon really live in the underworld?"

"..."

"The White Snake was suppressed in Kunlun Temple. Is she still alive now?"

"..."

"Does Painted Skin Ghost really eat people's hearts?"

"..."

"Will someone bitten by a zombie turn into a zombie?"

"This Yan knows that it is possible to turn into a zombie. However, the corpse poison is so strong that most people will die before they can survive the zombie transformation."

Yan Chixiao quickly interrupted the question and looked at Li Ping'an for help, not understanding what he was asking.

"Madam, those are all stories."

Li Ping'an explained: "My daughter-in-law likes to hear about slaying demons and slaying demons, so I used the Taoist priest as the prototype. I thought hard about many ghost stories, but I never thought she would take it seriously."

The daughter-in-law was a little disappointed and sighed: "It turns out it's a fake!"

"Yan doesn't know Nie Xiaoqian or White Snake."

Yan Chixiao smiled and said: "But it sounds interesting. Yan really wants to know what kind of woman the layman arranged for Yan?"

Li Ping'an looked embarrassed, as if he had written a short essay to be confronted. He was about to explain, but his wife couldn't wait to speak first.

"Let me tell you, let me tell you, Nie Xiaoqian is a female ghost who lives in Lanruo Temple..."

After speaking intermittently, it was basically the same as what Li Ping'an had said, with some changes in details.

The ending is that "Yan Chixiao" failed in the battle of wits, and set off a mountain fire to burn the tree demon to death, along with the walking corpses and wild ghosts, and burned them to ashes, restoring peace to the world.

Yan Chixiao was still drinking when he first listened. After a while, he put the bowl down and listened intently.

I think about it from time to time and it seems to be enlightening.

Li Ping'an asked in confusion: "How come you remember it so clearly?"

The daughter-in-law put her hands on her hips proudly: "I sit next to my husband every day and think about it over and over again. Maybe I think about it too much, so I gradually remember it."

"You don't have to work hard to think about it in the future. When you have time, we can print it into a book and read it at any time."

Li Ping'an's eyes were full of pity. Apart from eating, sleeping, and UU reading www.uukanshu.net, his wife had no other hobbies or social interactions. She had nothing to do and could only be alone.

She was studying Taoist scriptures and exercises by herself, and she didn't dare to disturb him, so she just sat and watched blankly.

My legs are often numb from sitting, and when I want to stand up conveniently, I am wobbly and unable to stand firmly.

"Um!"

The daughter-in-law nodded heavily, her eyebrows curved into crescent moons, her face was filled with happiness, and she felt that the suffering of the past twenty years was not in vain.

"This is an interesting story, layman."

Yan Chixiao came back from his thoughts and said: "It talks about stoning walking corpses to death, bandits using incense ash to suppress ghosts, and setting fire to mountains to eliminate monsters. These are all practical methods."

Li Ping'an said: "The method of incense ash was told by the Taoist priest and added to the story."

"It's different. How many people can Yan tell?"

Yan Chixiao said: "This story may be widely circulated. If the people who listen to the story encounter ghosts and use incense ash to suppress them and escape, it will also be a meritorious deed!"

Li Ping'an's eyes lit up. For him, merit is longevity.

The mortuary can only extend its life, which takes about two days a day, and it is difficult to increase its life for a thousand or ten thousand years.

"We can compile it into a storybook and mix in the methods of restraining monsters and ghosts. As long as the story is interesting, there will naturally be storytellers everywhere to tell it."

Selling books alone does not have much spread, but storytellers are different. Even in rural areas, there are often storytellers telling stories and earning a living.

"This method is feasible, layman!"

Yan Chixiao touched her palms and exclaimed: "What should I name this book?"

"How about Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?"

"What is Liaozhai?"

"Suddenly I remembered this name. If Taoist priest feels it's hard to pronounce, you can change it to Ghosts and Demons and Ghost Elimination Manual."

"It's called Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio!"