The Travelers of the Heavens: Beginning with being a second-generation zombie

"Two apprentices of Daoist Mao were also killed by demons while they were traveling around the world with Daoist Mao to slay demons."

"After the death of Daoist Mao, some demons and ghosts who hated Taoist Mao on weekdays came to the door with their former enemies and wanted to destroy the Maoshan inheritance."

Speaking of this, Hu Qi's tone became excited, and his tone rose:

"But they didn't expect it! Taoist Master Mao's only grandson, an eight-year-old child who has never made a move, stood in front of them."

"Not to mention that this child has already cultivated to the perfect state of a real person, and he is only one step away from becoming a celestial master!"

Hu Qi tutted his tongue and said: "In that battle, eight monsters, two evil spirits, and more than a dozen ghosts were killed!"

"Since then, this child's fame has grown enormously, and his reputation has spread throughout the south! Master Wang is going to invite this little Taoist leader this time!"

Chen Wei is accepting the information in Hu Qi's words,

at this time,

There was movement outside the courtyard, and a group of people filed in, surrounded by servants.

They were led by two people. One was a rich and majestic middle-aged fat man, and the other was a handsome Taoist boy in Taoist robes.

Several people looked out, and Hu Qi was pleasantly surprised:

"Master Wang is back!"

He pointed to the group of people who came in, excitedly said to Chen Wei:

"Did you see the little Taoist boy next to Master Wang? He is the little Taoist leader I mentioned! The only true disciple of Taoist leader Mao."

"Contemporary head of Maoshan."

"Why should I ask for it!"

……

Chen Wei did not expect that in this situation, he would meet the lame and slovenly old man 60 years later—Uncle Qiu.

I didn't expect Uncle Qiu to be so handsome and majestic when he was a child!

Just look at He Yingqiu's current appearance, this calm demeanor, piercing eyes, and the face of an eight-year-old child. Chen Wei may also believe that this world is not a rigid contract, but "He Yingqiu's Rebirth, Revenge and Cultivation of Immortals". !

Time is really a butcher's knife!

In the days to come,

What did fate do to He Yingqi?

……

Some of the people here are happy, some are indifferent, and some are apprehensive, each with their own thoughts.

Xiao He responded to the request but didn't pay attention to the few people, and sat directly in the upper seat with Master Wang.

"Come on, Master He, please drink tea."

Although He Yingqiu was only a child at this time, Mr. Wang did not show any contempt.

"Also, please come and help me."

Master Wang greeted everyone and began to talk about the cause of the incident:

"Half a month ago, a maid suddenly disappeared from the house. At first we didn't pay attention to it. We just reported it to the police office. I thought she ran away by herself."

"Who would have thought that every three days after that, someone in the house would disappear inexplicably, until the day before yesterday, my son also disappeared!"

"People from the police office couldn't find any clues. I'm afraid that things will change for a long time. Today, I specially invite Zhenren He and a few experts to come to help and see if there is something evil going on!"

Master Wang told the story again, but it was similar to the rumors outside.

Master Wang looked at He Yingqiu with a tired expression:

"Please Daoist He please help me rescue my son, Wang Jinhai will be very grateful!"

He Yingqiu sat on the seat, although he was small, he was very experienced in doing things, drank the tea, nodded slightly:

"Master Wang, don't worry, as long as there are monsters causing trouble, I will definitely do it!"

He stood up, picked up the mahogany sword, and said to Mr. Wang:

"It's not too early, I think it's time to start the investigation now, and ask Master Wang to bring Lingzi's belongings. If there are hairs next to the pillow, it's best. I'll open the altar and see where the evil is. , dare to cause trouble in my Maoshan territory!"

Master Wang wished that He Yingqiu could find his son sooner. Seeing this, he quickly ordered his subordinates to set aside the altar that He Yingqiu had brought, and fetched his son's hair himself.

……

He Yingqiu placed sacrifices on the altar.

Several people stood in the corner, Chen Wei looked at them,

Hu Qizheng looked at He Yingqiu intently, as if he saw an idol.

Granny Linggu's face was cloudy and uncertain, obviously feeling left out.

The middle-aged Taoist priest quietly hid behind the crowd, with a bitter expression on his face.

Chen Wei also began to look at the juvenile version of He Yingqiu with great interest. He could feel a strong and upright aura in He Yingqiu, like the scorching sun, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

But that's all, he didn't feel threatened by He Yingqiu.

Curiously, Chen Wei approached Hu Qi and asked:

"Brother Hu, you also know that I only know how to do tricks, and I don't know how to divide the world of practice. This little real person doesn't know how strong he is?"

"How high? As high as five or six floors!"

Seeing that Chen Wei didn't understand common sense in the practice world, Hu Qi felt happy at this moment, and explained with great interest:

"There are many ways of practice in the world of practice, but most of them are heretics and cannot be corrected. Today, many inheritances have disappeared, and only the Maoshan School has a clear realm of practice, which can directly point to the Dao!"

"Cultivation in Maoshan is divided into four realms: refining essence to transform qi, refining qi to transform gods, refining gods to return to the void, and returning to the void to join the Tao. That is what we commonly call Taoist priests, real people, celestial masters, and earth immortals."

"However, it is difficult to practice in the world nowadays. Most of the evil ways are small monsters, ghosts and ghosts, and it is difficult to produce big monsters. Except for Taoist Master Mao who passed away, no one in the right way has cultivated the golden core and reached the realm of the earth fairy."

"The real He in front of me has already cultivated to the peak of refining qi and transforming gods at a young age. His mana is so powerful that he can achieve the realm of a celestial master just around the corner! He is also recognized by the cultivation world as the next person who is most likely to reach the golden core realm!"

So powerful?

Chen Wei felt that he had really learned a lot!

Why Yingqiu is still recognized as the star of hope in the practice world?

Are you playing me?

Chapter 28

At this time,

He Yingqiu glanced here at the altar, obviously hearing what Hu Qi said.

Chen Wei realized it later, looked at Hu Qi suddenly, and suddenly understood.

really interesting!

Hu Qi said these words on purpose so that He Yingqiu could hear them, so as to gain He Yingqiu's favor.

Chen Wei felt a little emotional, those who can practice are all smart people!

I didn't expect you, Hu Qi, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, to flatter you so high-level!

Although He Yingqiu looks very serious at this time, he is still a child after all, and he might just follow your example.

Brother, the road is getting wider!

Chen Wei unintentionally acted as a flatterer, and was speechless in his heart.

"Thank you Brother Hu for your pointers."

Hu Qi achieved his goal and was thanked again.

He also nodded contentedly.

Today, I am familiar with Master He. If there is trouble in the future, it may be a way to survive.

He, Hu Qi, is not following the orthodox practice path, but the northern horse in the "southern hair and northern horse".

Beima has two meanings, one refers to the unique horse celestial beings in the north, and the other refers to the horse family in the northeast.

Different from the famous Northeast ruthless Ma family, the Ma family has inherited a divine dragon from generation to generation. It is said that it is the guardian spirit beast tamed and raised by the ancestors of the Ma family.

And what he enshrines is just an ordinary fox fairy, so it's fine to be difficult to serve on weekdays, and there is also the risk of being backlashed.

Especially recently,

He felt that Grandma Fox Immortal was asking him more and more frequently.

Hey, my back hurts!

……

He Yingqiu's method of doing it is very streamlined and the process is very fast. It is not at all like in the TV series, which requires a specific time to open the altar.

A few yellow talismans were thrown out,

Flames splattered,

He Yingqiu closed his eyes and made a formula, muttering words in his mouth, and his immature voice was powerful:

"disease!"

Pointing towards the Fa bowl with both hands, the clear water in the bowl was rippling, gradually showing a scene.

"Mysterious Light Technique!"

Hu Qi exclaimed, and said to Chen Wei: "Little brother, have you seen it? That is the righteous method of Xuanmen, which must be performed by a real person, Xuanguangshu!"

Chen Wei suddenly regretted talking to Hu Qi just now.

This is chatter!

However, Chen Wei didn't care about Hu Qi at this time, and was also attracted by He Yingqiu's move.

Daoist magic looks really chic.

Chen Wei lamented that if he hadn't been bitten by the general and turned into a zombie, he wouldn't have had to go to Maoshan to learn from a master and embark on a spiritual practice.

He Yingqiu was on the Dharma altar, watching the scene where the Xuanguang technique appeared, and attracted Master Wang, who became enlightened when he was young:

"Do you know where this is?"

"...I don't know..."

What appeared in the Xuanguang technique was clearly a barren mountain, but there were many barren hills nearby, all of which had similar appearances. The clarity displayed in the Xuanguang technique was relatively low, so Master Wang couldn't tell it apart.

He Yingqiu said: "Your son is here, and it looks like he is still alive. I haven't practiced Mysterious Light Technique deeply, so I can't locate him, but since I found him, he must be within a hundred miles!"

Master Wang was overjoyed, and hurriedly called the servants in the mansion: "Reverend He, I will send people to search the mountain immediately, and then call the people from the police office, and I will definitely find my son today!"

Granny Linggu suddenly made a sound, and said with a sinister smile, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, I have a spiritual method, with a drop of Master Wang's blood, I can find someone close to me with blood."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand, holding a cocoon in his hand, it burst open, and a green-headed moth climbed out. The moth spread its wings in a short while, and its size became several times larger.

Xiao He Yingqiu squinted his eyes, and his tone was a little cold: "Mother and son turn evil!"

He Yingqiu raised the mahogany sword in his hand, and pointed at Granny Linggu, his whole body became chilly.

This technique is to drip blood into the young silkworms that have been sacrificed and refined. The cocoons break out of the cocoons and become moths. After getting the blood, they will fly to people with blood ties by themselves. It is called "Moth Transformation Technique" by the practice community.

But all things are conserved, so spells also have a price. To sacrifice the silkworm cocoon, the soul of an unborn baby must be driven into the silkworm cocoon, so as to annihilate its spirituality and retain its instinct.

If you do this, the baby will no longer have the possibility of reincarnation, and when the life of the moth is exhausted, the baby's soul will fly away!

This technique is extremely evil and is tabooed by the practice world, so it is also called: "The technique of turning children into evil".

He Yingqiu stared at Granny Linggu: "Who are you! What inheritance are you cultivating?"

The Linggu mother-in-law gave a sinister smile, and turned to look at Master Wang:

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that I can help Master Wang find his son!"

Master Wang hurriedly smoothed things over, looking at He Yingqiu with pleading eyes,

He Yingqiu is a young man after all, let alone being politely invited to do something.

At this moment, his face was gloomy, and he clenched the mahogany sword in his hand. After a while, he still nodded and stood aside without saying a word.

I just thought to myself: