Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 38: Awakening from a Yellow Millet Dream
As long as you pick up that spiritual flag, your wish to attract all the ghosts in the world will be mostly fulfilled.

No! Maybe two-thirds of it is done.

"There are too many. I have never seen so many spirits. I wonder how many of them are willing to be of use to me?"

Yan Huan took nimble and agile steps, jumped down from Danyashi Mountain, and ran towards the spiritual flag on the slippery rocks.

huh~~~
The howling sound of the wind started again, mixed with the surging waves hitting the rocks. A stream of dark green poisonous smoke shot out rapidly, sweeping around Yan Huan.

"Golden element added to the body, the source of golden armor!"

The golden light flashed, and the faint flowing armor protected Yan Huan, and the poisonous fog lingering around could not get close to him at all.

"Little devil, come quickly!"

Yan Huan used a spell to bind spirits, and the green-skinned ghost knife rolled up into smoke and fell into his palm in an instant.

"You evil thing that brings disaster to the world, I will teach you a lesson when I get back."

After saying this, Yan Huan turned his attention to the ghostly figures around the soul-summoning banner.
"Ghost mother devil, come!"

"Nine Birds, Painted Skin, come!"

A huge body with a tiger head, dragon feet, python eyes and dragon eyebrows came ferociously along the restraints. Behind it was a nine-headed ghost bird with rotten flesh and blood, and a skeleton covered with human skin.

Yan Huan couldn't stand the evil of so many strange creatures gathering around him at this moment, and his mind was shaken violently.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as you get the soul-calling banner in the reef, you can easily control the ghosts.

Since someone had sent the flag with good intentions and had resisted the backlash of waving the spirit flag, he would definitely seize this opportunity.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The footsteps stepped on the slippery rocks, making crisp sounds, just like waves hitting the shore.

Yan Huan ran faster and faster, and more and more strange objects and evil spirits accumulated on his body.

The pure sea of ​​​​Qi obtained through seven years of practice now has traces of chaotic and unknown impurities.

The realm of greed!

Yan Huan was stunned, and these two words suddenly appeared in his mind. He immediately stopped on the reef. The waves came quickly, wetting his trouser legs, and then his entire lower body became wet.

For the wizards who control the elves, isn't this a state of greed?
its not right!
It went so smoothly, it really went so smoothly!
"Why is it that the goal I have decided to pursue my whole life is now within my reach?"

Even if I were a wizard favored by God, God would not chase me and feed me like this!
Which Bodhisattva is the flag owner? Why would he do such a good deed at the expense of himself for the benefit of others?

huh~~~
Yan Huan took a long breath and calmed his heart. As his heart became calm without a ripple, the soul-calling flag embedded in the crevice of the reef also stopped shaking. No matter how the sea breeze blew, it did not move at all, and the ghostly figures floating around all disappeared.

It's not the wind, it's not the banners, the heart of the benevolent moves.

Seeing this, Yan Huan leaped over with small steps and pulled out the spiritual flag. The flag, which was more than three meters high, shrank into a small tool in Yan Huan's hand after escaping from the narrow gap in the reef. It could be just held in one hand, just like a toy colorful flag.

The evil spirit that resided in Yan Huan's breath disappeared completely. He rolled up the small flag, inserted it behind his waist, and looked up towards the top of Danya Mountain.

"All the ghosts are gone, and only one soul flag magic weapon is left?"

This is a good thing. From now on, within the scope of the magic weapon, some extremely evil creatures with heavy yin energy will not have to attach themselves to me.

"But what exactly is going on? In order to let me truly experience the state of greed, such a big plan was set up. Is this a deliberate warning?"

Yan Huan shook his head in disbelief. Only the waves splashing on his face from time to time reminded him that this was not a dream.

He had not had much contact with Penglai in his life, let alone having relatives or old friends here. The only people he could suspect were the immortals to whom he had offered incense devoutly.

Lü Zu? The Eight Immortals?
Be bold, Sanqing?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Yan Huan calmed his restless heart and climbed back along the red cliff wall.

The poisonous fog in front of the Sanqing Temple had dissipated, and scattered people were lying on the floor, crying out in pain.

It seems that only the first Dao Lao ghost is real.

Yan Huan put away the illusion, walked over quickly, and squatted beside a middle-aged man.

The poison caused by Dao Laogui can kill a person in just half a day. There is no better way to deal with this poison, and the only thing to do is to remove all the eroded areas.

“Hurry... hurry and call 120..." The man's lips were pale. When he raised his hand, several pustules on his arm burst, and a murky yellow unknown liquid flowed all over his arm.

Yan Huan frowned. He had seen how congested the road was when he came here. This place was quite far from the hospital, and the person who injected the poison was a male Dao Laogui with a very strong poison. Judging from the speed at which the poison took effect, the few of them would not be able to hold on until the ambulance arrived.

"There are emergency medicines at the first aid center in the scenic area. Stopping the bleeding is not a problem. You may suffer a little later." Yan Huan said and turned away. After a while, he came back with a woman who looked like a doctor.

what! ?

"Cutting it out hard?" The woman was shocked when she heard Yan Huan's suggestion to remove the necrotic abscess.

"Aren't you a doctor?"

"I'm not a doctor. I'm just a cleaner on a temporary job. The management office said I should give Huoxiang Zhengqi water to anyone who wants it, or disinfect some abrasions, but they didn't teach me how to do the rest! If I had known I would have to perform surgery on people, oh my god!" the woman complained.

"Then go call 120 and I'll take care of this."

As time goes by, the poison will spread, and the part that needs to be removed will be large. The instruments in the first aid department alone cannot handle such a large wound.

"I'm coming. You'll die if you don't do this." Yan Huan clenched the knife and cut into the festering flesh.

Ahhhhh!

The man howled miserably, but Yan Huan was stunned.

"No...it's okay, I can bear it..." The man said with difficulty, his lips trembling.

"No...it's not a question of whether you can bear it or not."

It’s a question of whether I can do it.

Yan Huan lifted the man's sturdy arm and placed the tip of the knife against the festering wound, feeling somewhat hesitant.

When will people know the weight of human life? One is when they survive a disaster, one is when their relatives and friends pass away, and one is when they take someone's life for the first time...
Yan Huan suddenly remembered what Zhang Jingqing had taught Zhang Zhiwei, that practitioners should use the standards of saints to discipline themselves and the standards of ordinary people to judge others. Others are "mortals", but before that, "mortals" are first "people". When people are injured, they bleed, they scream when they feel pain, they die when they lose too much blood, and they are moved by the joys and sorrows of the world. This is what human beings are.

Due to the loneliness unique to strangers, Yan Huan always felt an indescribable sense of detachment, but the moment the knife cut into the man's flesh, this strangeness disappeared a lot.

"I seem to understand that kind of restrained and barely noticeable madness. It turns out that I haven't really entered the world yet."

Yan Huan mustered up his confidence, grabbed the knife and cut off the rotten flesh.

"Brother, bear with it, it hurts, but it will kill you if it is not removed."

The man looked annoyed and raised his hand to pat Yan Huan's cheek a few times.

"Hey hey hey! This is not a place to sleep. It affects the tourists' normal sightseeing."

what?
Yan Huan rubbed his sleepy eyes and found himself lying beside the willow tree in the front yard of Lu Zu Temple.

An order taker with a red badge on his arm was standing nearby with a helpless look on his face, evacuating the onlookers from time to time.

Yan Huan immediately stood up, apologized and jumped away awkwardly.

It turned out to be a dream.

It is a great blessing to gain something from a dream.

"How long did I sleep this time?"

"According to what you people say, it's about ten minutes, buddy!"

The one who replied to him was not Jin Jing Qing Ming, that silly voice sounded a little familiar. Yan Huan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a bitter gourd-faced man with a head as big as a jar following behind him.

"Why are you here?"

After all this time, only one C-level card was real.

"No, buddy, you ransacked my house, so I had no choice but to follow you." The big-headed ghost replied with a resentful look on his face.

"Hmm?" Yan Huan felt behind him and found a magic flag weapon from his waist.

He stared at it for a long time with a look of astonishment on his face, and suddenly his mind cleared up and he saw the moon, and he hurried towards the Lu Zu Temple.

"Dude, why are you back again? Where are you going?"

"I'll go burn some more incense for the immortals!"

Thanks to the votes from the Honghuang Demon Clan Luohou, the last numbers 6850 and 5286, the young man c, |Xuedong| and other book friends.

Thank you all for reading this far!
Here I used a little (inappropriate) allusion to Lu Weng. After all, I can't be so powerful all at once, so I'll just make a magic weapon and a spiritual flag first.

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