Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live when I preached to animals

At this moment, the old man was wearing a yellowed military uniform, holding a broad-bladed sword in his hand, standing majestically in the living room in a fighting posture.

On the collar of the military uniform, there is a bright gold star pinned on the left and right sides, inlaid on the red square base cloth.

The broad-bladed sword in his hand was more than one meter long, and the edge of the blade was shining with a cold light, and there were still blood stains on the blade that were difficult to clean.

"Wow! Grandpa is so handsome!"

The little girl's eyes widened.

Even Cheng Fan was amazed.

The landlord is stupid, this old man is really upright, so heroic!

inside the room.

The old man ignored the three of Cheng Fan who suddenly appeared at the door.

His eyes moved slowly, looking around vigilantly, as if he was in the wild watching all directions and listening to all directions to find the enemy.

A pair of big callused hands gripped the big knife tightly, and placed it in the position where it was most likely to exert force.

As if smelling the incompatibility between dead souls and the world of the sun, the old man's face darkened, and he said without anger:

"Northwest 29th Army, 109th Brigade!"

"Da Dao Team No. 20 Nine Formation! Captain, Chen Kaixuan!"

"Why not evildoer, report your name!"

The old soldier's roar sounded like Hong Zhong Dalu, and the landlord was startled.

In Cheng Fan's sky eyes, a strong air of iron and blood slowly emanated from the veteran, full of power.

Cheng Fan's eyes changed, he was very determined, with such an aura of iron and blood, no matter what monsters and ghosts it is, it is difficult to get close to him.

At this moment, Cheng Fan's pupils shrank slightly.

A ghost suddenly appeared behind the veteran, with an extremely gloomy expression.

Before I had time to remind, I heard the veteran shout loudly:

"cut!"

The sound of piercing the air flashed by, and the ghost barely flashed by, and the soul body was chopped and vibrated.

Just when the ghost was injured, Cheng Fan keenly noticed that a crack suddenly appeared in a photo frame on the wall of the living room.

Cheng Fan has explored every place in this room, and most of his attention is on the blood-red wardrobe in the bedroom, never thinking that this picture frame is the possession of the ghost.

Cheng Fan's forehead lit up, and he looked at the ghost.

At the same time, the veteran shouted again and swung his knife at the ghost.

"I don't care what kind of monsters and ghosts you are, the big sword team is here, how dare you be presumptuous!"

The ghost looked terrified, and watched the big knife fall.

"Keep your soul under the knife!"

The veteran raised his knife and dropped it, and the broad-bladed sword flashed past, splitting the wooden sofa in the living room into cold salad, the cross-section was extremely smooth and natural.

"Why stop me?"

The old soldier turned his head to stare at Cheng Fan, to be precise, at the ghost in Cheng Fan's palm.

The landlord was glanced at by the veteran, a little terrified, and then noticed a gloomy face on Cheng Fan's palm.

"Ghost!"

The landlord suddenly let out a scream, staggered and fell.

Cheng Fan took out a jade stone and put the ghost in it.

He bowed to the veteran and said, "Poverty Daoxuan, I have seen the old man."

"You haven't answered yet, why stop me?"

The old soldier kicked his eyeballs, and he was not angry, and the iron and blood aura in his body became stronger.

Cheng Fan's heart shuddered, the magic power he had when he rescued the dead soul just now was melted away by the iron and blood energy.

If you want to condense the aura of iron and blood, it is impossible for non-battle veterans to do it, and it is extremely difficult to arouse.

Moreover, apart from his blood, the veteran also has a strong meritorious force behind him. He is a person of great merit who protects one country's land.

Cheng Fan didn't dare to be negligent, and respectfully said: "Go back to the old man's house, because he is not an evil spirit, but just a poor man who is reluctant to part with his relatives."

The old soldier looked at Cheng Fan suspiciously, and said coldly: "There are good and bad ghosts? He stood behind me just now, trying to murder me! How does the little Taoist explain?"

Cheng Fan waved his hand and said with a faint smile: "Old man, there is a saying that is good. Every ghost that others avoid is a relative that others miss day and night."

"You might as well think about it, if your parents pass away, will they become evil spirits?"

The veteran fell silent, slowly put away his sword and leaned it on the ground.

"What did he mean by standing behind me just now?"

"He stays in this world in a daze. In his eyes, this is his home. Isn't it the instinct in our Chinese people's bones to defend our homeland?"

Cheng Fan's words had an effect, the veteran nodded in agreement, his eyes softened.

"It turned out to be like this...Defending the homeland, defending the country, he is a man. Let him out, I apologize to him!"

Chapter 355

Cheng Fan smiled and nodded, tapped the jade with his fingertips, and the ghost appeared faintly in front of everyone.

The old soldier held a big knife with the tip of the knife pointing down, clasped his fists at him and said, "I respect you as a man, don't frighten me, an old man, otherwise it will be bad if you are chopped off with a knife."

The appearance of the ghost was a middle-aged man with a beard and a beard, standing in a daze without any response.

"Xiao Daoist, this..."

"It must have been a long time. His soul body is already relatively weak. You just gave him a knife, the old man. It's fine if he doesn't lose his soul."

The veteran blamed himself a little and wanted to hide the big knife in his hand, but he didn't know where to put it.

Cheng Fan reassured: "Old man, it's okay, he should leave too, and Pindao is here to see him off."

Little Nannan didn't know when she slipped into the room, blinking her big eyes.

"Grandpa, don't worry, with my master around, that uncle will be fine."

Seeing the innocent and lively little girl, the veteran was at a loss for a while, and quickly put the big knife on the table and covered it with a tablecloth.

I'm sorry old man, children can't see you.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?"

The old soldier turned around with a smile on his old face.

Crouching down, he happily changed the topic: "Little girl, were you scared just now? Did grandpa scare you just now?"

"No, no, my daughter is amazing! I have experienced more terrible daughters than this!"

The little girl raised her head proudly and said with a smile.

"Grandpa, what you did just now was so handsome!"

The little guy gave a rainbow fart to the old man, saying that the old man was so happy that he wished to give her all his old buddies.

If it's not a broad knife, the old man wants to give away any individual ones.

Cheng Fan also understood the old man's feelings very well. The old man's wife and children all died in the war, and he lived alone for decades.

What he desires most now is for someone to talk to him and listen to him talk about his past experiences.

And the innocent and lively little girl who can make people happy is the old man's favorite audience.

At the same time, the landlord also came back to his senses and kept patting his chest for relief.

"Master Dao, you have subdued the ghost, the house should be fine, right?"

"Don't be impatient."

Cheng Fan beckoned, and the frame fell into his hand.

In the picture is a family of three, and there is a crack in the portrait of the child, which was cut out by the veteran just now.

Cheng Fan put his fingertips on the crack and used his mana.

Cracks on the frame heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Come back quickly!"

Cheng Fan pointed at the photo frame, and his bewildered soul suddenly sank into the photo frame.

The picture frame wrapped the ghost's yin energy, which caused Cheng Fan to misjudge.

"Master Dao, when did it happen? It should be before I bought the property, right?"

Cheng Fan nodded, and said lightly: "It's the same as you think. He is also a poor man. He was looking forward to his wife and son's return to his death. Missing him sick, he was fascinated by his son's photo, and was poisoned by excessive gas inhalation. die..."

"Until now, he is still obsessed with staying here, looking forward to his wife and son returning home..."

"Is it because of poverty?"

Cheng Fan nodded helplessly.

The landlord smiled wryly, "Master Daoist, do you still remember the big brother in 201 in the building I mentioned to you?"

Cheng Fan nodded silently, the big brother had a similar experience.

"In fact, he committed suicide three times, and I persuaded him to come down."

"The first time he wanted to jump off a building, I said that if you jump down, you will become bloody and bloody. No one will recognize you, not even your wife and children."

"The second time he wanted to hang himself, I said, if you hang yourself, your tongue will become very, very long. Wouldn't your son be frightened when he saw it?"

"For the third time, he thought that taking sleeping pills was a good way to die in his sleep. It was only after I tried to persuade him."

"Some people are worthless and can't support their families, so they simply hang themselves."

The landlord shook his head and said blankly: "Why do they have to choose to escape when they encounter difficulties? Is their life so cheap? Taoist priest, can you help them?"

Cheng Fan said indifferently: "Many of them are frogs living in a corner, and feel that they are the most miserable, difficult, and cheapest group of people in the world."

"Heaven saves himself, as long as he wants to live, no one can stop him. Perhaps, let them broaden their horizons and see more and greater beauty and deeper and more terrible suffering in this world, so that they can understand clean yourself."

After listening to Cheng Fan's words, the landlord suddenly nodded, imitating Cheng Fan's way and making a bow:

"Thank you, Daoist, I have been taught."

Cheng Fan laughed dumbfounded, put away the photo frame, and entered the house.

The veteran and the little girl chatted happily.

One told his past heartily, and the other listened to the story with bright eyes, and let out exclamations of admiration from time to time.

Cheng Fan smiled, and quietly walked into the bedroom, his eyes filled with solemnity.

Just now, when he saw the snow-white wall next door without a single crack, Cheng Fan felt something was wrong.

Now that the ghost in the picture frame has been recovered, Cheng Fan knows through the eyes of the sky that the reason why he does not let the other tenants live is not only for his family, but also a warning.

Because he faintly sensed that a great danger was brewing in this room, right in this closet!

Cheng Fan flicked his fingers, and the real martial arts sword fell into his palm lightly.

Aim at the wardrobe, lift the sword and stab straight!

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A plume of black smoke rose from where the blade pierced.

Cheng Fan felt that what he pierced was not a wardrobe, but a living thing.

The next moment, the monstrous killing intent locked on Cheng Fan.

Cheng Fan smiled contemptuously, the golden core in his body spun rapidly, and all the majestic magic power of the late golden core was poured into the Zhenwu sword, and the brilliant silver magic power burst out!

After a silent cry, the wardrobe became blurred and gradually lost its shape.

Cheng Fan took a closer look, and saw that the Zhenwu sword had pierced a blood-red embryo, and its interior was almost completely burned by the power of the demon.

Jingle!