MTL - Part-Time Taoist Priest-Chapter 72 Son of the Nether

"Welcome Jin Jinyun's tour of Bixi's maidens, and borrow from the Yellow River Jinsui, and the hemp rope cuts the powder and crushes it. It is not sensible. I am too embarrassed by the old man." Fang Fang curse is fast, golden knife Lee cut, the ghost hand that locked his ankle was cut into two paragraphs, one rolled back to the side of the sea view, and won the three treasures across the chest.

Although Fang Hao will not use the Sambo sword, the merits of the Sambo sword and the effect of the Momo Sword itself exorcism still make those ghosts stagnate.

Fang Fang saw the people inside the view eager to move, shouted: "All are not allowed to go out! Go to the temple and wait!"

These ghosts don’t know what the origins are, but they dare to make chaos before the Taoist temple, but fortunately they are still a little afraid of the place where the great gods are protected, and they dare not step into the inner court.

Others have no fighting power at all, and they are also sent to die. This is really impossible. In this era, there are only a handful of people who practice various techniques. It is even rarer to practice the ability. The whole view of the Yang Yang, the method will be better to say that there is really no one in the power of a battle.

The side of the square is not obvious, but the mind is thinking, Xie Lingya does not know what the situation is, can you wait for Zhang Daoqi to scent, ask the ancestors to drop it... Or, can he get it?

At this moment, Zhang Daoyu is squatting in the hall, swearing at the place, trying to calm down, and chanting his grandfather, he is not as good as Xie Lingya. It is also the first time to do such a thing. When he thinks about the situation outside, he is afraid of the heart and takes a deep breath. Just a few times, I feel at ease.

But the incense had just ignited, and it was only a moment when it was raised. It was broken. Zhang Daoqiang yelled, once again, it was broken again. He may not be strong, but the ancestors can't refuse such a request. Can anyone even deceive the ghosts?

Zhang Daoqi’s heart beat very fast, and for three seconds, he suddenly took out the fragrant beads that he wore and shivered and ignited.

If this is not enough, he really has to grab the ground.

Fortunately, this time the fragrant beads burned and the smoke rose.

......

Time waits for no one, Fang Fang is outside to the ghosts, biting his teeth, and slashing his sword.

The red scorpion ghost is extremely ferocious, and the red-eyed eyeball stares at the square scorpion. He fits over and slams over, even though he ignores the three-sword sword in his hand, he is hardened by a sword, grabbing the bleeding marks on Fang Fang’s hand, and then hugs it. he.

Fang Wei only felt that the amulet on his body was hot, and his heart was not good. Was this ghost going to him?

Fang Xiao sees the Taoist temple next to him, and his heart is cold. I am afraid that he will borrow his own flesh to enter the Taoist temple. He often lives in Taoist temples, or can really be confused, and the facts of today are strange and cannot be mistaken.

When Fang Fang took the initiative, he immediately cursed himself: "The sky is not as big as the earth, the land is not as big as mine. I am not as big as Taishan. I have to squeeze a thousand pounds, and two thousand pounds to squeeze... thousand people squeeze people, lift Can't afford, I would like to invite Nandou Six Stars, Big Dipper, and I am in a hurry!

Just after the curse, the amulet was completely ineffective. The method of smashing the mountain can be effective, and Fang’s body is as heavy as Taishan, and the movement is not allowed. The ghost is useless.

Fang Hao was full of coldness and gasped for the tide on the sea: "You...run..."

The Sambo sword slammed and fell to the ground.

The tide of the sea is white, his glasses are gone, and the grim faces are a bit fuzzy at first glance, but because of the vagueness, they are even more horrible, and they surround themselves.

A black shadow rushed out of the thorn, and the figure was swayed, and the arm was blocked in front of the sea. The long hair was scattered and the face was stunned.

Hai Guanchao was shocked and said: "Du Minmin?"

Others may have forgotten, but he still remembers that this was a female ghost who had asked him for help. At that time, Du Minmin was convicted and had a devil to produce. Finally, he and Fang Wei gave her a delivery and nursed back...they had more contact. .

Du Minmin said: "Don't be afraid of Dr. Hai, I let Ding Aima go to call Teacher Xie."

The sea tide suddenly had the courage. "Let's go, don't worry about me."

He is dead, and big is to be a ghost, just like Ding Aima. But if Du Minmin died, he would fly away, what should her son do? Thinking of this, looking around, I saw that Du Minmin’s ghost baby was shrinking in the corner and staring at it. His face was white and scary, but the sea tide was not afraid at all.

Du Minmin shook his head firmly.

The upper sling in the hands of the red scorpion ghost slipped forward, entangled Du Minmin’s neck and hung her under the eaves of the street. Du Minmin struggled with the rope, his face looked even more terrible, but the sea watched the tide without fear, only tears.

Within the Taoist temple, everyone saw the desire to split, but there was nothing to help. Fang Hao called them to avoid the temple, but where they would like, at this moment, tears will come down, hoeing in the direction of the hall, and reading the name of the grandfather.

At this moment, the thunderclouds of the horizon are rolling, it seems that there is finally a sense, but the thunder has not yet formed, and the evil spirits have to succeed.

A small amount of evil spirits besieged, the heart is full of suffering, the mind flashed countless thoughts, from the early years of learning the **** soul out, then the liar teacher taught the Yin Yin Bing, then Xie teacher told him.

Why is he so useless, he can't help at all, and Dr. Hai and Fang Ge usually take care of him.

And, if they suffer, then others...

A small amount of body shape that saw the sea view was quickly blocked by ghosts, and the blunt thoughts captured a glimmer of light. He thought of Teacher Xie explaining the three treasures for himself, and thought of Mr. Xie’s sword in the suburbs of Yangyang. The soul, also thought of what Mr. Xie said, the deeds of the presidency.

I have three treasures, and I keep it. One is merciful, two is, three is let.

Xie Lingya’s sword is a pity and soullessness. Wang Yuji’s sword is to keep the world, to swear the demon, to swear by the body, and not hesitate.

The Sambo sword is the heart, the spell has never been written on paper, and there is no spell. For the Taoist to save people and dangers, so that they will not be killed. If you have this heart, why not be afraid of the law.

A small amount of mind is empty, stepping out of the view of the sun.

Everyone was bowing, but no one was blocking it. Only Fang Yi saw it and saw the horror, but he couldn’t move. He could only watch the small amount come out.

The small amount of thoughts has never been so clear. He swooped forward and took the three treasure swords on the ground. He turned over and held his sword on one knee. He said: "The ancestors are on the top, the disciples are Wu, the students are not refined, and they are willing to The law of proof, with Shou Yuan cited the sword, I would like to ask the ancestors of the past to help me, to remove the evil spirits."

Although he never met with Wang Yu, this moment, a small amount of heart can clearly feel the feeling of Wang Yu's last sword before his birth. There are countless ancestors of the Baoyang dynasty who once used the three treasures to smash the demon, and they have accumulated a lot of merits. They seem to be standing behind him, pointing out that he is holding this wooden sword that is not sharp.

A sword swaying, Jin Mang surging, is a sharp sword mans.

Dozens of ghosts are too late to scream, the body touches the golden swordsman, and instantly becomes nothing!

......

At first glance, Xie Lingya stared at the house and even suspected it was his own illusion.

Inside the house, there was a thin figure in the air, the torso of the limbs, nowhere to be broken, the cheeks were torn to see the teeth, and a bamboo pole was held in the hand.

It is the hill of the hill, or the soul of the hill.

But how could it be a hill?

Even Liu Lingtong on his shoulders also made a cry of horror, and did not expect it.

He also looked at Xie Lingya in the house and even waved at him.

Xie Lingya gritted his teeth and entered the house. He glanced at the priests who lived here. He was not hurt, but he was shivering in the corner. They had never seen the hill. Even if I saw it in the news, I couldn’t recognize that it was a pretty hill in the photo.

The wounds on the hills were all bitten off by the ghosts of the Quartet.

"Xie Lingya..." The teeth in the hole on the face of the hill moved a few times and squeezed out the words.

When Xie Lingya saw the Taoist priests, he forced himself to calm down and touched Liu Lingtong on his shoulders. The hills are called the nightmare of Liu Lingtong. I thought I could get rid of it and reproduce it. The little guy couldn’t say anything.

However, the attention of Yanshan has not fallen on it, but he is staring at Xie Lingya and letting him fall short of the culprit. "I can’t think of it, I am back."

Although in the form of a soul.

"I really can't think of it," Xie Lingya took a deep breath. "There is still a second time to find death."

"I have to thank you, otherwise there will be a chance to return to the world." The face of the hill was distorted. "You should have tasted it, the pain I suffered."

Xie Lingya cold and cold: "No, thank you."

At this time, a small voice came out of the window: "Xie, Xie teacher..."

Xie Lingya looked sideways and turned out to be Ding Aima.

Under the gaze of the hill, he trembled and said: "Well, a lot of ghosts, Dr. Hai, they are dangerous..."

Xiaoshan smiled. "This is the gift I sent you, so that you can go down with someone."

Xie Lingya thought that there might be a tiger from the mountain, but he did not expect to come to Ma Xiaochuan, but to the hill. Ma Xiaochuan is not afraid, but the hill is not the same, he is not able to calm the party.

It’s just that Xie Lingya can’t figure out how to get out of the land, and how can there be a soul and strength?

Xie Lingya thought that there were still many people in the view. The eyes of the hills suddenly changed, and the heart was printed, and the ghosts of the four parties were passed.

The ghost kings gathered in the northeast and southwest, and the wind was bursting. When they saw the hills, they were surprised. "Is this guy not detained by the local government..."

"Opening the sky, Ganzhu Tongling." The bamboo poles in the hands of the hills, a blue light emerged, flew up and down between the ghost kings, and when they touched the body, they were a scorch. It used to be the only way to make the ghost king's hills, and now they can play with them by their own instruments.

What did he experience? Xie Lingya’s brows were wrinkled, and the heart of the seal changed to the city’s seal, and the Yin Yin Temple was seen.

But the hill is a little bamboo stick: "Take the heavens Christine, welcome to the ground."

He pointed to the ground with a stick. Although he couldn't do the sorrowfulness of the spell, but it was still in isolation. It was OK, Xie Lingya couldn't call the Yin soldiers, and his look was even more ugly.

Yan Xiaoshan continued to laugh: "You ask the ancestors to possess, can you hold it for a few seconds now? Is there any strength to go back and save people? And your sinisters, can you deal with swindlers?"

At this time, there was a thunder in the sky, but it was only contained.

Look at the hill and look at it: "It seems that the level of your Taoist priest is not good."

This speed of casting is no more than the speed of Xie Lingya.

Said, the hills with bamboo sticks and a little empty, the toilet climbed out of the long hair ghost, like the ghosts, the dead ghost is also extremely dangerous. His original nine-section Xiangyang bamboo stick was ruined early. Now, this one does not know where to come. However, it is necessary to recruit Tiantian Gong and greet the ground. It is no wonder that Liu Lingtong predicts less than half a point.

Xie Lingya was waiting to speak, a golden stream of light came from outside, passed through the throat of the slaying ghost, turned it into black smoke, and hit it on the back of the hill, kicking him down from the air, on the ground. Two times, this will turn.

A cold and beautiful face appeared in the darkness outside the window, it was the long hanging.

When Xie Lingya saw the moment when Shi Changhang was hanging, he only felt relieved. Even if he had to fight, he would have no worries, "Sister."

Shi Chang suspended in the middle of the road and found himself cheated, but fortunately rushed back.

He is also a person who hates the hills. "If you are here, don't leave."

Although he shouted to let Xie Lingya ask the ancestors to possess, but he knew that he could never give the opportunity to Xie Lingya’s curse, and saw that Shi Changhang could protect the law, and even more, the bamboo sticks went southeast, and the ghosts were countless. His eyes fell on the few treacherous priests.

"Go to your mother." Xie Lingya reached out and held the long hanging, and pulled him out of the window. "I can kill you if you don't ask the grandfather!"

The more he threatened the people in the hill, the less he dared to panic. Once he was self-defeating, how could his technique be displayed.

After the death of the hill, Xie Lingya is not the same, and the hills are leaping forward. He and Shi Changhang are not.

Not to mention the other, Xie Lingya was acquainted with the authentic Sazulei method in the natural view, but also tempered by the evil Buddha, the will is more determined, although there is no sword in the hand, but the broom in the house will step on the broom and only hold A bamboo stick.

In the hands of the hill, there is a bamboo stick. Xie Lingya’s hand is also a bamboo stick. The long hanging is even better. He is empty-handed and simply grabs the sword.

"One turn to the sky." Xie Lingya a "sword" stabbed, the curse in the mouth constantly, "two turn six gods hiding ..."

"Three turns and four nos, no five turns."

The bamboo sticks spurred the purple light.

"Six turns the mountain ghosts, seven turns"

Xie Lingya has been hanging out with Shi Chang for a few days, and he has a small experience. The two have a tacit understanding. They are even more so than when they confronted the hills. One left and one right sealed the road to the hill, and a sword stabbed the left chest of the hill.

"Seven turn and receive all the heavens and no way, not to be a cursed ghost and go to five thunder to die!"

Electric light is great!

The hill screamed and rolled into the electric light. He clenched the bamboo stick and screamed: "I am living with me, destroying me!"

The electric light actually went down the bamboo stick and ran to the right hand of Xie Lingya.

The two people never imagined that the hills could still be reversed, and the femininity was afraid of thunder, and people were flesh and blood, and they could not hold back.

Shi Changhang did not think about it, took the bamboo stick from Xie Lingya, and the electric light also hit him. Shi Changhang was excited to fly a few meters, fell to the ground, leaning against the sofa.

The priests exclaimed, waiting to help him, but he raised his hand, his fingertips still had electro-optic light, shaking his head with pain, not letting everyone come.

When they first faced the hills, Xie Lingya had a blow to Shi Chang. He didn't know what the mood was, but his mood was very shocked.

The method of thunder fire is a crit. After the crit, it continues to injure and destroy the soul. Even if it has been used for many years, it can withstand the torture for a long time.

Hey hills smiled happily, "How?"

Xie Lingya returned to God, and looked at him coldly, striding to the front of Shi Chang.

Shi Chang shook his head, but could not speak, he wanted to shrink his hand and not let Xie Lingya touch.

"Brothers..." Xie Lingya shouted a whisper, swallowed his tears, reached out to hold his fingertips, and even hugged him in a hurry, whispering, "the soul is clear, long-lasting, without distress, There is light."

Shi Changhang also closed his eyes and thought about it. The electro-optic light on his body disappeared and even revealed golden light.

When I saw the golden light, I immediately screamed at the head. He was just a ghost, and he was afraid of the fire.

"Oh..." 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴 裴? In an instant, Xie Lingya can comprehend the door, and what he is doing is not even more ridiculous.

Xie Lingya saw the broken face of the hill still with a complex look, walked over a bamboo stick that stepped on the ground, hooked it up, and held it in his hand, on the book: "Antarctic essence, the **** of fire and thunder Red face is loyal, cruising and swaying. Dare to dissatisfaction, insults!"

The hill fell to the ground and stared at Xie Lingya. He has too many unexpected thoughts and regrets. He should not be self-sustaining and advancing. He is eager to avenge and waste this opportunity.

I knew it early, I knew it slowly...

The hills rolled and he said, "I will come back, you wait..."

"Forget it. You don't have the life of the gray wolf." Xie Lingya said that he had stabbed him from the hills of the hills, and the time was soaring, and the time was twisted into pieces.

Even though he hasn't known how he came back from the mouth of the donkey, Xie Lingya does not intend to keep this scourge anymore.

The hills turned into flying ash, leaving only a bamboo stick on the ground.

Xie Lingya smashed the bamboo stick, and saw that it was green and dripping, but the more angry and abundant, the more he felt wrong.

Shi Chang hung up the sofa and stood up, as if he knew what Xie Lingya was thinking, "Look back and study."

Xie Lingya woke up, "Are you okay?"

Shi Chang hangs his head, although he is injured, but with Xie Lingya meditation for a long time, combing a gas machine, has been much better.

The Taoist priest didn’t know what to do. Xie Lingya took the bamboo stick and called the Sifang ghost king to go to Baoyangguan. He himself and other Taoist priests supported the chief executive and then called the family and asked them about their Happening.

Looking up at the stars and moons behind the clouds, the surroundings are very quiet. Xie Lingya thought that the movement tonight seemed a bit big, and tomorrow will not be complained by neighbors...

When Xie Lingya went back, he saw the ghost of the Quartet on the wall. The toilet ghost raised his hand and held Du Minmin. There was a ghost baby who just climbed at the foot, holding Du Minmin’s foot.

"Nothing?" Xie Lingya looked at the situation and was somewhat relaxed.

The ghost king looks complicated and said: "I don't know if there is anything or nothing..."

Xie Lingya rushed to the front and pushed the door to look at it. There was a pile of medicinal herbs in front of the sea view, and it was rummaging. Others were also around, looking at the small amount in the middle.

"Tie Teacher."

Everyone saw Xie Lingya, and they all let a road open so that he could see clearly.

A small amount of arms still holding the Sambo sword, people have fainted, he is 20 years old, but now there are two more frosty hair, and the young face looks very disproportionate.

"Small amount?" Xie Lingya looked at him, thought of something, but could not believe it.

Liu Lingtong suddenly said: "Xian Dao Guisheng, no measure of people."

Xie Lingya was awkward. Listening to the sea view tide, what happened to them, they were deceived by the ghosts, and they made a Taoist temple. They saved him with a small sword.

A small amount of repair is not deep, or there is nothing to repair at all, it is the consumption of Shouyuan.

Xie Lingya thought of jealousy, it is difficult to help, and tears are like rain.

A small amount seems to feel something, eyes open a little, after seeing Xie Lingya, extremely happy, weakly authentic: "Xie teacher, I, I will use the sword of the three treasures."

Xie Lingya hugged a small amount. "I know, they told me, you..." He choked. "You are a genius."

A small amount of ridiculously said: "I am not, I will only use stupid methods, but fortunately the predecessors are in the sky."

Xie Lingya counted a small amount of white hair, I do not know how much life of this sword spent his life, half a mile, asked: "Small amount, are you willing to practice? If you want, I will accept you as a disciple." ”

"I am willing." A small amount blurted out.

Xie Lingya: "Even if you encounter such a situation in the future, are you willing?"

"...I am willing." A small amount of hesitation, "But, can I do it?"

Xie Lingya definitely said: "If you can't, who else can do it."

Xiandao Guisheng, no one to measure people, is simple, but there are several that can be done. The essence of the Sambo sword is not complicated, but even if the third sword is Xie Lingya, it will not be learned at a time.

The method of learning is difficult to repair, and the Tao is based on self-cultivation. Moreover, you can comprehend the sword, indicating that a small amount of heart has been opened.

Xie Lingya has no doubt that even if he is present, he will immediately agree.

Everyone in the room knows that a small amount has always wanted to enter the road. It is just a bitter and innocent. Now that he finally got what he wants, he will applaud under the leadership of the sea view and congratulate the small amount. At the same time, my heart is also very admired and respected. The small amount is the youngest at the scene, but the courage and thoughts are far from them.

Xie Lingya touched a small amount of head, he was too hard, groggy and slept.

Xie Lingya is still uncomfortable in his heart. He looks around for a week and whispers: "...I didn't protect everyone, it is the revenge of the hill."

If it is not a small amount, I don’t know what the consequences will be.

"Xie Zong, you can't just keep your moral character," Hai Guanchao sighed. "Although I don't know how to escape, but we are also very aware of it. Can you blame you for not being a good person?" Good thing."

Xie Lingya laughed, and then the mind must say: "I blame me not enough."

When this statement comes out, the ghosts of the Quartet want to lick their faces, and you want to be more aggressive.

The sea view tide is also a terrible look, "You..."

"Please supervise, I must be more angry in the future, do not leave a chance for the bad guys." Xie Lingya vowed to be authentic, "And, I will find out the Yanshou prescriptions in the notes, you see if there is any available." The more he said, the more flexible he was. "Yes, first ask the sinister to ask for a small amount of Shouyuan, what to use and pray for all..."

Seeing that Xie Lingya is regaining his temper so quickly, he is constantly thinking about what to do, and everyone is at ease.

"Cough!" Shi Chang coughed up.

Xie Lingya quickly rushed to his side and held his hand. "Tonight, let's squeeze in the view, the weather is not cold, hit a floor, renting a house is too messy. Hey don't go back. It is."

Look at the crowd and let it go. Xie Lingya smashed the bamboo stick, and glanced at him with his long hang, and entered the room dedicated to the ancestral tablet.

......

Yan Xiaoshan said that he would send his friend to accompany him, but Xie Lingya’s family did not have anything at all. This is more troublesome than other doubts.

They scented in the house and told Wang Yuji tonight.

The two closed their eyes and entered a state of half-dream and half-awake. I saw Wang Yuji coming in person. "...How can the mountain escape from the land!"

Can escape from the yin tube bundle, the mountain can never have this ability.

Xie Lingya calmly said: "The strength of the hills is greatly increased, can you deceive the gods? I suspect that the ghosts he brought are also from the land. He is very likely to have big things behind him. I dare not disclose it to others." I am afraid you have to immediately inform the Yin Shi to investigate how they escaped..."

"Right," Xie Lingya thought of the bamboo stick, and said again, "This is the instrument of the hill. I think something is wrong. Can you see the clue?"

At the first glance of Wang Yu, his face changed dramatically and he reached out. The original bamboo stick became a deep black, revealing a deep and dead air.

Looking at this look, it is not like something on earth.

"Is it..." Wang Yuji carried his hands and tangled in the tunnel. "Is it..."

"What is it." Xie Lingya was anxious. "Let's talk."

"When I first pass a letter." Wang Yuji held his own letter of communication and sighed after the break. "At the beginning, I exhausted my life for decades, just to get one person into the land. I thought I would have no trouble. So I have not mentioned it to you."

Indeed, Xie Lingya only knows that it is for the demon slayer to smash the lights, and the methods can not be saved, but at the time they met, and their lives were dying, not elaborated.

At this moment, Xie Lingya and Shi Changhang were shocked.

Wang Yuji has spent so much effort to deal with the object, I am afraid it is very unusual.

And if this is the case, it makes sense. Those who are trying to kill the Yang Yangguan, even if they go in, are more likely to embrace the Yang view itself. After all, this is the teacher of Wang Yuji, even Wang Yuji. The cards are also here.

"You Dushan, when I passed through Youdushan, where I met a teenager." Wang Yuji slowly said, "The mountain of Youdu is the place connecting the two circles of yin and yang, the grass is not born, only yin, grievance, death The gas condensed snake insect tiger leopard. I saw the boy angry, did not see anything different, but also discussed with him the method, and he was willing to accept him as a disciple.

"He is talented, comprehensible, and ignorant of the world. I am curious about his life. When asked, he said that he was just born in Youdushan. The mountain is his parents. But people are the spirit of all things. How can Dushan be born? Is it still so big?

"I have doubts in my heart, and later I discovered that he was really nurtured by You Duoshan... I don't know how to call him, a life born in ruin. The most terrible thing is that he can learn the most. Orthodox Taoism can also easily reverse them into a harmful way. Under the anger, it is actually dead.

"I really want to spend him, but unfortunately, I really don't have that talent. He is full of curiosity about the outside world. Let other people become like the dead things in Youdushan. How can I stop, I can only desperately. God. Let me meet him, of course I can't let him go."

Wang Yuji said it easily, but the situation at the time did not know how dangerous it was, and how many lives would be buried. However, he worked hard and could not let his smog disappear. He could only send the son of the quilt to the land, and suppress it in the underworld.

Now that I see the clues about the person, Wang Yuji’s mood is extremely complicated.

is it him? Is it trying to let go, but also pointing to the hill? Where is he himself?

The letter from the Yin Shi has not come yet, and Wang Yuji’s heart is difficult to rest.

"It’s a coincidence," Xie Lingya said. "If it’s really related to him, today’s bureau is also under the sword. Hey, I’m trying to tell you that today’s last Taoist side is a small amount to comprehend you. Will, a sword and a ghost. I have already agreed with him, he is willing to worship you as a teacher."

Wang Yu set a glimpse, and then revealed the color of joy. "It should be like this, it should be like this! Even if the man escapes from the underworld, I am dead, but there are also foreigners, and apprentices! There are countless in my door. The same way!"

Xie Lingya waved his hand. "Oh, there are countless ones. In the past few years, the statistics have been more than 50,000."