Great Sui Guoshi

The Taoist stared wide-eyed, flipping through the cloth pocket he brought back, and cursing the bandits over there.

"This yin energy... Rakshasa ghost... I, the mother of you, how did you provoke such a powerful character?"

Liu Erlong had already scolded in his heart, and ran behind the little Taoist priest with a knife in his hand, "How did I know, I just found him in a daze."

"Master Xiaodao, what are you still doing, hurry up!" He shouted again when he saw that he was entering the house.

Over there, the Taoist took out a few yellow talismans from his cloth pocket, and pushed Liu Erlong away with an elbow: "Don't talk, you're in the way!" But he was not slow in his hand, the talisman paper held between his fingertips burst into flames as he muttered burst into flames.

"go--"

Five flaming talisman papers shot out from the Taoist's fingertips, lined up in a row, and hit the surging Yin Qi. There were several 'chi' sounds, and black smoke rose.

The Yin Qi swirled and retreated outside the door, the shrill female voice screaming "Ahhh..." became harsh, and the turbulent mist was like a woman's long hair, turning into countless strands and re-entering, rows of papers The windows were full of twisted threads, some of which penetrated through the gaps and spread in the hall.

"Fortunately, this fierce ghost has only recently become a Rakshasa, so there is still a way!"

The Taoist hung the cloth bag on his shoulder, pulled out a bronze mirror, bit his index finger, and wiped it, "Fortunately, what my master left me was not spoiled by you."

The bronze mirror flipped in his hand.

"Decree, gods from all directions, everything is done!"

A beam of apricot-yellow light shot straight out from the bronze mirror, and the Yin Qi that was thrown at the door penetrated directly. In an instant, the wind howled violently, and the window lattices blew loudly.

In the rising and turbulent mist, a ghost appeared, held in the air by the apricot light, struggling with limbs, and screaming at Li Erlong and others in the hall with distorted faces.

"Not honest!"

The Taoist fixed the bronze mirror with one hand, flipped the cloth pocket with the other, took out the yellow silk cloth cover, picked up a finger, and threw it towards the female ghost outside.

Covering and wrapping the struggling ghost in an instant, the moment the Taoist removed the bronze mirror, he rushed over and pulled the cloth cover, regardless of the female ghost protruding left and right, and wrapped it into a ball.

"It's all right now, tidy up, I'm about to go down the mountain!"

Liu Erlong and the others also let out a heavy breath, and followed them out of the hall door. The fog outside gradually dissipated, revealing a white-faced corpse.

"This ghost actually killed so many of my brothers, Daoist, why don't you just kill that female ghost right here, and let me wait."

The Taoist threw away the ball of cloth wrapped in his hands: "It's a beautiful thought, I don't even count the fact that I was tied to the mountain by you before..."

While he was talking, a leader who was following Liu Erlong suddenly spoke and pointed to the front.

"The fog... why is it back?"

"Ok?"

Not only Li Erlong, but even the Taoist was stunned for a moment, the fog that had vanished re-emerged while the two of them were talking, much thicker.

"No...no yin energy..."

The mustache on the sharp beak trembled, the Taoist hurriedly looked in the direction of a line of sky, and there was a clear shaking of the tinkling copper bell.

An old donkey slowly appeared at the entrance of the village, and a person sitting on it, wearing a scholar's robe, was holding a pen, drawing intently on a scroll.

Junxiu's face turned slightly to the side, looking at the Taoist priest and Liu Erlong and others downstairs in the village.

Coughing twice, slowly and softly said: "Open the yellow silk in your hand, and release the female ghost inside."

"Haha, this Taoist caught it, if you want to let it go, then..."

Before the Taoist finished speaking, there was a sound of rocks rolling down from the surrounding mountain walls. Amidst the surging mist, a huge cyan color slipped past in the mist.

"what……"

The flashing color made Liu Erlong and those leaders and bandits step back to the door in fright.

The Taoist standing under the eaves also jumped in his heart. The bronze mirror in his hand took a picture again, pierced through the mist, and shone on the cliff. He saw a long body with green scales the size of a human head sliding along with it. The dense ups and downs unfolded.

In the apricot-yellow beam of light, the next moment, a snake letter as thick as a wooden beam of a house flashed by, a vertical pupil completely blocked the beam of light, and even the huge pupil visible to the naked eye shrank a little in the light.

The scalps of the Taoist and even the few people at the door tightened in an instant, and the former even screamed.

"I'm waiting for my mother....What the hell did you provoke!!!"

Chapter 33 Games

Lu Liangsheng sat on the back of the donkey, his whole body trembling slightly, drops of blood dripped down the tip of the pen onto the waving sleeves of his robe, dyeing bright red flowers.

can't stop...

...can't let them see that...

These bandits...almost killed the grandpa...

...to grab our stuff...

The wandering tip of the pen outlines the unfinished painting on the scroll little by little, outlining the thin mist, and the green light becomes more real. In the mist, it slowly swims above the cliffs surrounding this valley.

Under the eaves of the cottage wooden building below, the Taoist had an unnatural expression, pinching the bronze mirror, his hands trembling nervously, and kept looking around. Even though Liu Erlong and the others were thugs, the people outside surrounded the valley What is there is nothing common.

Hearing the sound of the surrounding rocks falling, he tremblingly asked the Taoist priest in front, "Master Xiaodao...what was that thing just now?"

"Long....long....worm..."

"Long worms?!! Such a big...one..." Liu Erlong cried out in fright.

The Taoist couldn't be sure, and replied hesitantly, "Maybe...not..."

His eyes were still on the man and the donkey in the mist over the gate, and his scalp was a little numb. If he had learned the technique of observing qi passed down by his master, he would not be so passive.

I don't know how high the cultivation level of the person in the other side right now is, if by any chance the huge monster on the mountain is his spiritual pet... that's right, that's right, every Rakshasa ghost belongs to this person...

The Adam's apple rolled, and the Taoist swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at the figure riding a donkey over there.

"...The next Sun Yingxian, I was a little abrupt just now... I don't know if an expert is right in front of me."

"A master..."

Liu Erlong carefully looked at the Taoist priest, then at the figure sitting on the donkey's back in the mist, swallowed, and said in a low voice, "Young Taoist, is that really a master?"

Seeing the Taoist nod, he hurriedly turned his gaze to the three bosses next to him, "Damn...how did you offend him?"

When the three of them shook their heads together, the mist swayed, and Lu Liangsheng's voice sounded in the wind.

"I don't dare to be an expert, you just need to let that ghost go."

"Sir, you are an expert, and you can control ghosts for your own use. But, shouldn't practitioners slay demons and slay demons? How can they work with ghosts..." Sun Yingxian pressed his beating heart and asked in a low voice: "... Of course, it’s okay if you don’t answer, sir.”

To find out my truth?

The mentor once said "Strategy and Countermeasures": In terms of power, the sternness is like a knife, and the killing power comes first....

As Lu Liangsheng thought about it, the sleeve of his robe lightly stroked the scroll, and the brush in his hand flicked across the painting. The mist rolled in the valley, and his voice suddenly rose from his mouth, "I just want to ask whether you want to let it go or not!"

The tone was upright, and at the same time as it echoed in the mountains, the huge blue shadow broke through the fog, and a head comparable to a wooden building broke through the fog, hanging a few feet away from the wooden building, and opened its snake kiss.

--hiss! !

The fishy wind is billowing, with green scales and fangs.

The extinguished lanterns creaked and swayed on both sides of the hall door, Liu Erlong and a few bandits could only hold on to the door frame so as not to fall down, but their hair buns were blown upside down.

Looking at the open snake mouth and the fangs that are about the size of a person, he closed his eyes in fright, hugging the door frame and screaming.

"Daozhang Sun, think of a way!" "It's coming, it's coming soon..." "Help."

Sun Yingxian in front was also uncomfortable, waving his robe sleeves to cover his face, his feet splayed to stabilize his figure, his cuffs were lowered, he looked at the figure over there, beads of sweat ran across his cheeks from the corner of his forehead.

Before he could speak, Lu Liangsheng stopped writing, stretched out his hand to caress the old donkey's neck, and spoke in a low tone.

"The Taoist priest said before that practitioners should not associate with ghosts, but should kill demons and eliminate demons. Then let me ask you, what is the purpose of practicing all your life?"

The purpose of Lu Liangsheng's questioning back was not only to intimidate him, but also to have some doubts about his practice. The other party was the second practitioner he had ever met, so it didn't hurt to talk about it.

The Taoist looked at him: "Naturally, it is to practice and prove the Tao...doesn't Mr. agree?"

Lu Liangsheng coughed twice, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "It seems that the way the Taoist priest has proved is to kill all the demons and ghosts."

The Taoist was stunned. He was raised by his master since he was a child, and the way he specialized in was mostly Taoism. He was arrested when he just came out of the mountain at a young age. The questions he was asked at this time were a bit difficult for him. up.

I had to follow the other party's words and continue.

"Demons and ghosts do evil, so they must be eliminated."

Hearing his answer, Lu Liangsheng laughed: "Evil will be removed naturally, but if someone does evil, who will get rid of it?"

"Of course it's the government."

"What if the government covers it up, or the investigation is unclear?"

"This……"

Lu Liangsheng shook his head, waved the brush in his hand, and the snake head hanging in front of the village building slowly receded into the fog, and saw that the other party had been taken into the ditch.

He continued: "You and I are human beings, and we come from the human world. What we say and practice, don't we cultivate humanity and virtue? When we write the word "herringbone", we stand upright. Playing in the world, looking at the tragedies in the world coldly, the one who cultivated is just a stone heart and a stone body."

"Evil demons and ghosts must be eliminated, and evil people must also be eliminated. This is the practice that you and I should have. In the future, our generation of ascetics will not be cut off. This is the so-called defending the way."

Over there, Sun Yingxian couldn't turn his mind at all, and made a lot of remarks. If he was told to an ordinary person, he would just say "sour Confucianism" to dismiss him. Surrounded by a giant snake, at this moment, although I don't understand it very well, I still think it's very powerful.

He glanced at the female ghost wrapped in yellow silk in his hand, and still asked: "The master's words are so profound that Ying Xianmao suddenly understood, but this female ghost killed more than 30 people..."

Lu Liangsheng slowed down the infusion of mana on the scroll, and the paper gradually showed signs of tearing, so he couldn't help but speed up his speech, interrupting the Taoist's words.

"Dare to ask, how many lives have these bandits killed? As I said before, what the government can't control, we will stick to our hearts and rectify the affairs of the world, why not?!"

Right now, he simply told the Taoist the story of the female ghost's origin and why he killed these bandits. When he heard that Chen Yaoke was removed by Lu Liangsheng with a small technique, he called out: "Okay!"

But then fell silent, sighed, and said slowly: "Sometimes this person's heart is indeed worse than evil spirits..."

The way he looked at Huang Si changed a lot this time, and of course he was in awe of Lu Liangsheng over there, put away the bronze mirror, and bowed his hands.

"Yingxian thanked Mr. for teaching me, and I'm leaving now."

Liu Erlong and the bandits in the back gave up and rushed up: "Young master, you can't just leave your life behind!"

"roll!"

The Taoist kicked over directly, kicked Liu Erlong down, touched the yellow silk with his fingertips, and retracted it, his figure suddenly fell to the ground, and fled away.

"Ouch, Taoist priest!" "Come back—"

Several mountain bandits here were still shouting, when a gust of wind suddenly hit their faces and rolled them to the ground. Liu Erlong sat on the ground, kicked his feet back, and shouted in horror: "Don't come here, don't come here..."

In the field of vision, a gloomy and strange figure floated in the air, with bright red eyes.

"Let's see who can save you now!"

Yin Qi swept across the sky, and the bandits were directly pulled into the middle of the village. The hall door knocked against each other with a bang, and there was a long series of sounds of bones twisting and breaking.

"what!"

"what--"

There was a shrill scream, and Lu Liangsheng also withdrew his illusion. Blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, sprinkled on the donkey's back, and fell off the donkey's back unsteadily.

At a certain moment, the sound of the wind blew, and in his slightly slanted eyes, a figure floated over and hugged him in mid-air.

"Lu Lang, my concubine will take you back."

In a blur of consciousness, Hong Lian's voice can be heard.

Chapter 34 The Sad Taoist

In a daze, deep in his head, he felt the pain of being sucked out.

Lu Liangsheng opened his eyes slightly from the darkness, as if he was lying on the donkey's back, the night wind whimpered by his ears, and in his slanted eyes, there was a figure floating on the side.

"Nie Honglian?"

In the dim forest, the figure's skin was like light smoke, gradually becoming graceful, turned his face sideways, looked at Lu Liangsheng who had woken up, with dimples on his cheeks, and bowed lightly.

"It's the slave family."

Lu Liang moved violently, his hands were weak, and he almost fell off the donkey's back, so he had to retract again, panting heavily against the donkey's neck.

"...how did you come to my house..."

"After you avenged me that day...the slave family had nowhere to go, and I wanted to follow Lu Lang, maybe to repay some kindness."