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

Chapter 66 Matryoshka or Matryoshka?

After everyone got out of the car, they found that the Huawu army had arrived long ago, and had set up a cordon at the intersection to prevent idlers from entering.

The Huawu army has great powers. Although Hongwu and the others met for the first time, they were very close.

"Oh, it turns out that the real people Jinxu, Hongwu, Lingjian, Xiaoyue, and Qingyang are here. It's really disappointing. I'm the leader of the ninth group of Luoyi City, Central Plains Branch of the Excalibur Bureau. Hua Wujun, I have met all senior real people."

With the highest cultivation level, Hong Wu faintly regarded himself as the boss, so he clasped his fists and said, "Group Leader Hua, I know you. Among you extraordinary people, you are a third-level powerhouse, enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with us old guys, so you don't have to be polite. "

Jiang Xiaoliu's ear cocked, but he didn't interrupt.

In other words, it has not been a day or two since he dealt with Hua Wujun. He always felt that there was an inexplicably powerful energy in this person, not the magic power of a Dharma practitioner, nor the true energy of a martial practitioner like Xuanzhen. I have always been curious. But it is related to other people's privacy, so I never asked too much. From today's perspective, what Hong Wu and the others know, they should ask clearly when they find an opportunity.

"Reverend Hongwu and all the real people are seniors who became famous a hundred years ago, especially in the era when foreign enemies invaded. I admire all the real seniors from the bottom of my heart."

As soon as Hua Wujun's words came out, Hong Wu and the others were obviously very helpful, and all of them softened a lot, especially Daoist Hong Wu.

"Hehe, look, he is an extraordinary person, but he is more sensible than our juniors in the cultivation world, hum!"

After finishing speaking, Daoist Hong Wu gave Jiang Xiaoliu a hard look, flicked his sleeves and stepped into the gate of the funeral parlor.

Several other real people were noncommittal and filed in, leaving behind a depressed Jiang Xiaoliu.

"Renren Jinxu, don't mind. Daoist Hongwu has a straightforward personality and hates evil like hatred. He can't even wear the medals on his body, but he really doesn't have any malicious intentions." Hua Wujun is extremely shrewd and sophisticated, as if he has seen something, he explained in a low voice.

"Hehe, it's okay, thank you, Team Leader Hua, can you briefly introduce the situation inside?"

Jiang Xiaoliu didn't want to say more on this question, so he changed the topic and asked.

Hua Wujun frowned, and said solemnly: "It's strange to say that although the generation of ghosts cannot be completely eliminated in this era, those places are either located in spiritual mountains and rivers, or in special barren mountains and wild mountains, or in densely populated urban areas. There are not only strong people sitting in the town, but also the powerful yang energy gathered by countless people, and the idle little ghost will be blown away by the impact in an instant, and it is very rare to see a ghost."

"However, in the past two days, a large number of new ghosts appeared in various parts of Luoyi City, which had a great impact on the normal life of local residents. The aura spewed out at the location, which led to this chaos."

"You mean spiritual energy gushing?"

Jiang Xiaoliu understood why Yafei said that her spiritual energy had recovered.

"That's right. The spout of spiritual energy has a very powerful effect on promoting the vitality of all things on the earth. It will also generate some natural treasures, spiritual mines, etc., but at the same time it can also spawn a large number of demons and ghosts, which conflicts with modern development."

Hua Wujun explained.

"Then where is the Waterside Flower Garden community?"

Jiang Xiaoliu suddenly remembered that there were thousands of old Qin ghosts in the construction site of Shuixie Huayuan that day. If Black and White Wuchang hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid it would be really difficult to deal with him with his magic power at that time.

"You mean the place where the real person subdued the evil cultivator Qiu Dengping last time?"

Hua Wujun thought for a while, and said doubtfully: "The construction of that place has been completed, and owners have started to move in one after another. It is safe and sound today, and no supernatural events have happened. Why does the real person ask such a question?"

"Oh, it's okay, maybe it's my illusion, let's continue talking here."

Jiang Xiaoliu always felt that the lingering ominous premonition in his heart was closely related to the Waterside Garden, but he just had no clue and couldn't grasp the point.

"The funeral home in Mangshan City, first of all, the Fengshui layout here is arranged by the leading Fengshui master, Longmen Layman. There will never be any problems. Secondly, we will patrol here once a month to prevent accidents."

"But just a few days ago, a large amount of spiritual energy gushed out from the morgue, causing a large number of dead bodies and countless souls of the dead. All the staff on the night shift died innocently. A team member also unfortunately lost his life."

"It just so happened that the Daoist Exchange Conference was held the day after tomorrow, and the [-] strongest foundation-building monks in the Central Plains gathered in Luoyi, so we sent out a request for assistance. Otherwise, when the support from our Excalibur Bureau comes, there may be a large number of people in Luoyi city. innocent casualties."

Jiang Xiaoliu took a deep breath and said, "Okay, leave it to me!"

After speaking, he took the two apprentices and walked straight into the gate of the funeral parlor.

As soon as the front foot entered the compound, a shrill and howling wind rushed towards the face, and the ghostly aura of the coldness penetrated into the essence of the person, desperately trying to penetrate into the seven orifices and thousands of pores.

The feet were covered with gray-black frost, and there were many shadows in the black mist with a visibility of less than three meters, as if there were many ghosts lurking.

"Master, Daoist Hongwu's breath has disappeared."

When Jiang Xiaoliu turned his head, it turned out to be a ghost head with half of its face broken, sticking out its black tongue and sweeping towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin turned pale with shock, and hastily made a tactic, and hit him with a blue wooden stick the thickness of his forearm.

The wind whistled in Xuanzhen's ear, but the green ghost head opened its bloody mouth and bit it, the master in front of him and the senior brother beside him disappeared strangely.

Xuanzhen didn't care about getting to the bottom of it, and swung the tail of Shenlong and hit it out.

Jiang Xiaoliu was speechless looking at the two apprentices huddled behind him.

"Hey, I still lack experience. Such a simple charm can also be used."

"Forget it, let's fight, how can you have a long memory if you don't suffer a bit."

Jiang Xiaoliu shook his head and stepped into the dense fog.

"Clap! Clap!"

The silence in the black mist is extremely quiet, and you can hear the drop of a needle, except for the sound of footsteps approaching one after another clearly.

"call!"

A gloomy wind blew by, and the black mist suddenly cleared up. It was Jiang Siwen, Jiang Xiaoliu's sister, who was walking towards him. The surrounding environment suddenly changed, and it turned into the tile-roofed house of Jiang Xiaoliu's family in Qingyun Village.

"Xiaoliu, you are going down the mountain, come into the house quickly, my dad has stewed your favorite braised yellow chicken for you."

Jiang Siwen enthusiastically dragged Jiang Xiaoliu into the familiar old house.

Jiang Ma Jiang Ma was busy in the house, and plates of delicious food were placed on the small dining table. Parents rubbed their hands and couldn't wait to let Jiang Xiaoliu have a taste.

Jiang Xiaoliu smiled. He still couldn't cultivate well, and his spirit was not concentrated. The moment he stepped into the funeral parlor just now, he was full of thoughts, leaked his spirit, and was captured by keen ghosts. Only then could he spy on his memory world, and thus selectively cast illusions.

However, he is also a bold person with high skills, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the mountains, and allows the "sister" in front of him to use illusions to see what they are going to do.

With a thought, Jiang Xiaoliu's eyes were already stained with a faint blue light, and the whole familiar old house has changed greatly.

Where is this his home? It is clearly a mortuary, with rows of cold coffins and corpses covered with white cloths. The dining table in front of him is not a dining table, but a cold mortuary bed. It is not a tempting and delicious meal, but a piece of pale human internal organs. . . . . .

The parents and elder sister in front of him were all ghosts with blood-red eyes. At the moment, they were holding a piece of intestine in front of Jiang Xiaoliu, and warmly asked him to have a good taste.

Jiang Xiaoliu secretly pinched a formula, and in the eyes of the three ghosts, he ate without hesitation, and soon rolled his eyes and passed out on the ground, motionless.

The three ghosts were overjoyed, rushing forward to suck the yang energy, and finally stretched out their claws to dismember him alive, frantically snatching various organs and stuffing them into his body.

"anyone there?"

The three ghosts were startled, a young Taoist priest walked into the morgue, who was it not Jiang Xiaoliu who was dismembered by them just now?

The female ghost pretended to be calm, glanced at the bloody young Taoist priest on the ground, and then at the Taoist priest in front of her, she waved her hands and gave off a ghostly aura. .

After some operations, the three ghosts once again scrambled to suck the yang energy, filling themselves with corpse organs, and the ghost bodies of the three ghosts actually condensed a bit, looking a bit human.

"Dangdangdang!"

Someone knocked on the door, and a handsome young Taoist came in.

The three ghosts were dumbfounded.

Have all the triplets in this family become monks?

"Is it Xiaoliu?"

The female ghost asked cautiously.

"Ah, sister, it's me or me, wow, there are so many hard dishes, let me have a bite first."

The female ghost hurried up to stop her, but she couldn't stop her. The man ate everything up and down, hiccupped, and then fell down.

The three ghosts looked at each other for a long time, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of the blood and food, and rushed forward one after another. . . . . .

"Okay, you didn't wait for me, you ate it yourself, but why are you all eating on the ground, why don't you serve it?"

The three ghosts were jovially robbing, and suddenly a handsome young man walked in, exactly the same as the previous three.

The three ghosts stopped snatching and eating, and looked at the person in front of them stupidly, feeling a bit evil. . . . . .

(End of this chapter)