Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 3 What's wrong with life and death if you miss the chance?

"A mere brat dares to harm others, die!"

Under Wang Changxing's horrified gaze, the handsome Taoist shook his hand lightly, and a yellow streamer stuck to the white ghost's chest in the blink of an eye, it was a magic talisman.

The magic talisman exploded, turning into a cloud of thunder and covering the white ghost. After a "crackling" explosion, the white ghost completely disappeared without even a snort.

Not long after, the hall gradually returned to light, the bath pool became crystal clear, and the temperature also rose rapidly. Only Hongfa had half his leg drooping in the water and fainted by the bath pool.

The handsome Taoist was calm and calm, glanced at Wang Changxing who was still in shock, turned around and squatted beside Hongfa, took out an exquisite mutton fat jade bottle, carefully uncorked the bottle, put the bottle mouth on Hongfa's nose and shook it twice , and then hurriedly put on the cork, for fear of leaking a little more.

Just kidding, this is the marrow washing pill given by the system. Not to mention the life and death of human flesh and bones, it is not a problem to treat the seriously injured people who are dying. Besides, this is intended to be given to future apprentices to earn critical strikes. How can it be easily given to Hongfa? , let him smell it.

Sure enough, the products produced by the system must be high-quality products.

Hongfa let out a muffled snort, exhaled a breath of black air, stood up suddenly and coughed violently, then hurriedly looked around, being on guard.

After seeing the surrounding situation clearly, Hongfa breathed a sigh of relief, slowly got up and saluted Jiang Xiaoliu: "Amitabha, the poor monk is not good at learning, and he almost died at the hands of evil spirits. Fortunately, the real person rescued him, and the poor monk is grateful." Endless."

"Master, you are being polite. They are all practitioners, as they should be."

Jiang Xiaoliu returned the gift. Although he looked young, he looked like an outsider.

"Benefactor Wang, I am ashamed of what you gave me. I will send someone to send it to you later. Since then, I have devoted myself to practicing Buddhism and cannot retreat. Donor will do more good deeds and accumulate more merits in the future. Don't look for me again." gone."

After finishing speaking, Hongfa bowed to Jiang Xiaoliu again: "My real man, if you dare to ask which fairy mountain you practice in, the poor monk must go to pay a visit in the future."

"I don't dare to be a real person. I preside over Qingyun Temple in Qingyunling, Xiamang Mountain. The Taoist name is now empty. Masters are welcome to come and discuss Taoism at any time."

"It turned out to be Daoist Jinxu, I wrote it down, Daoist, Wang benefactor, there will be a date later!"

Hongfa probably was frightened. He came to subdue demons with full confidence, and was almost killed by ghosts. At this moment, he should realize his own gap and plan to go back and practice hard. He won't go down the mountain easily.

After Hongfa left, Jiang Xiaoliu knew that the matter of recruiting apprentices should most likely fall on this local tyrant.

"Benefactor Wang, the evil spirits have been eradicated, but the root of the disaster has not been cut off. Come on, just cut off the evil carp yourself with your magic sword."

Jiang Xiaoliu flipped his hand, and a simple long sword with a sheath appeared in his hand.

Wang Changxing regained a little composure at this moment, tried his best to get up, took the long sword tremblingly, glanced at the koi in the middle of the bath with a guilty conscience, and dared not move for a long time.

Jiang Xiaoliu shook his head. If he hadn't worried about jumping off the bath and making him miserable, he would have been more chic with his backhand sword.

If there is no way to let the local tyrant go, at least he can keep his image of a master.

"Go, take it on yourself, and take care of it yourself."

Encouraged by Jiang Xiaoliu, Wang Changxing took a deep breath and jumped off the bath with a long sword in his hand.

"Cang Lang!!!"

The dazzling cold light stimulated Wang Changxing to be startled suddenly, and he became sober at once. He couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Jiang Xiaoliu again. Emboldened, he held the sword with one hand, twisted his body into twists, and swung it hard. .

"Pfft!"

The evil carp was cut obliquely from the bottom and fell into the water.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Wang Changxing gasped for breath, stared at the chopped koi for a while, then hurriedly lay down on the edge of the pool, and returned the long sword to Jiang Xiaoliu, all wet.

"Okay, this store is fine, but you still have something to do!"

Jiang Xiaoliu took the long sword without putting it into its sheath, turned his palm over and put it in the storage space, this hand surprised Wang Changxing again.

"Really, don't scare me. What is the matter with me? As long as the real person is willing to help me, I will pay 100 million, no, no, 200 million."

"Hehe, let's go to your house first."

Roman Holiday Garden is Luoyi's leading mansion for the rich. Any villa costs tens of millions, and luxury cars with more than one million come in and out. It attracts many anchors to live broadcast across the community to earn traffic.

A bright black Rolls-Royce drove into the community under the unsmiling gaze of the security guard, and drove into a villa in a detour.

As soon as he stepped into this villa, the inexplicable sense of irritability surged into his heart again, Jiang Xiaoliu silently performed "Changchun Gong", followed this feeling and looked upstairs.

"Xiaoyue, hurry up and pour tea for the real person, use the best Maojian from my study."

Wang Changxing greeted him graciously, and other people in the villa rushed over after hearing the news.

"Benefactor Wang, who lives upstairs?"

"upstairs?"

Wang Changxing was startled, and quickly asked, "Upstairs is my youngest son. He got pneumonia a while ago and just got out of the hospital. Is there anything wrong?"

"Changxing, who is this?"

A middle-aged woman who still had a charming demeanor asked Jiang Xiaoliu with a slight nod.

"Oh, this is Master Jiang from Qingyun Temple in Qingyun Ridge. Master Hongfa has been saved by him!"

In the second half of the sentence, Wang Changxing lowered his voice, the middle-aged woman understood, and looked at Jiang Xiaoliu with eyes full of surprise.

"Renren Jiang, this is my daughter-in-law Qiu Yanjiao, and behind that is my eldest son Wang Shichao!"

"Benefactor Qiu, little benefactor!"

Jiang Xiaoliu greeted him with a smile, and then said to Wang Changxing, "If it's convenient, can you let me see your youngest son?"

"Yes, of course!"

Wang Changxing had seen Jiang Xiaoliu's power before, and he was very convinced by him, so he naturally agreed, but Qiu Yanjiao didn't agree.

"Jiang Zhenzhen, the child has severe pneumonia and will be discharged from the hospital soon. I am worried that there will be too many germs in it and it will infect you, hehe."

Qiu Yanjiao smiled apologetically.

Jiang Xiaoliu knew it well, knowing that Qiu Yanjiao was making excuses and didn't want him to watch it.

"If I'm not wrong, the child has been sick for three months. Does it mean that it doesn't get better over and over again?"

The couple looked at each other in surprise, Wang Changxing nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, how does the real person know?"

"Benefactor Wang, have you forgotten what I just told you?"

Just as Wang Changxing was about to answer, Qiu Yanjiao interrupted again: "What insight does a real person have? I'm a layman, and I want to gain insight."

It was only now that Wang Changxing realized that this girl didn't believe Jiang Zhenren at all.

"A-Jiao, don't make trouble, Master Jiang is an expert, you don't know what happened today, I'll tell you later, but your husband's ability to stand here alive today depends on Master Jiang, do you understand? "

"Dad, what era is it now? You still believe in feudalism and superstition. Besides, this real person is not as old as me. Can you rely on it?"

Wang Shichao cast a disdainful glance at Jiang Xiaoliu, and blurted out words of contempt without concealment.

"Shut up, you bastard, you know what a fart, go back to the house and study!"

Wang Changxing was furious, and quickly scolded him.

"Jiang Zhenren, don't be as knowledgeable as them, just walk around, I'll take you there to have a look."

After finishing speaking, Wang Changxing ignored the angry eyes of Qiu Yanjiao's mother and son, and dragged Jiang Xiaoliu to take the elevator.

Opening the door, Jiang Xiaoliu found the source of that irritability, which was the sleeping boy lying on the bed.

This boy is chubby and cute, and looks very similar to Wang Changxing, who is equally thick from top to bottom.

Jiang Xiaoliu walked to the bed, without any nonsense, turned his hand over, and there was an exquisite suet jade bottle in his palm.

This scene happened to be seen by Qiu Yanjiao's mother and son who were following up, and there was a bit of teasing in their eyes.

"Wave!"

Pulling out the cork, the room was immediately filled with fragrance, everyone's spirits were shaken, Qiu Yanjiao mother and son were a little surprised at this moment.

Jiang Xiaoliu repeated his old trick, pointed the mouth of the bottle at the little boy's nose and shook it gently for a while, then put the jade bottle away again.

"call!"

The boy on the bed let out a long breath, opened his eyes in confusion, and looked at the people in front of him in confusion.

"Benefactor Wang, have you offended someone recently?"

"Well, my business is getting bigger and bigger, so it's impossible to cover everything, and there will inevitably be competitors, haha!"

Wang Changxing wiped the back of his head with a smile and said.

"Let's be honest, your child is being targeted by evil spirits. Fortunately, your family's Feng Shui is good, and it seems that you have hired magic weapons for the house, but since others want to harm you, even if you hide at home, you can understand ?"

"Understand, please tell me, Master Jiang, I can do whatever you want."

Wang Changxing had no doubts about Jiang Xiaoliu.

"Wait a moment!"

Qiu Yanjiao couldn't listen any longer, walked to the boy's bedside, and said with a sinking face: "Dare to ask the real person, is it necessary for my family to spend money to eliminate disasters, feed my child some talisman water, and perform ritual rituals?" ?”

"A-Jiao, can you stop making trouble?"

Wang Changxing shouted in a low voice.

"Dad, what are you doing to my mother? Look at what he said, haunted? Go crazy, I'll call the police now!"

Wang Shichao gave Jiang Xiaoliu a hard look, and immediately took out his cell phone to make a call.

Jiang Xiaoliu shook his head. Although he was anxious to recruit disciples and activate the crit mode, he was provoked by the mother and son.

His master once warned him when he was alive, Daoism talks about chance, if you can't grasp it, I naturally can't help you with your face. Whoever you love, life or death doesn't matter, it has nothing to do with me.

"Benefactor Wang, since you can't believe it, there's no need to humiliate you. The fate between you and me is broken. Goodbye!"

After speaking, Jiang Xiaoliu turned his head and left.

Unexpectedly, Wang Changxing grabbed Jiang Xiaoliu's trouser legs tightly, knelt on the ground and cried, "My real man, don't go, my real man, please, my real man, you are an expert in the world, don't be as knowledgeable as them, I It’s just such a young son, even if I die, I can’t let him have trouble.”

As soon as these words came out, Qiu Yanjiao and Wang Shichao obviously became more embarrassed.

　In modern society, it is a bit difficult for other people's children to become monks, so I have written a few chapters.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)