dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Grandma Mai was sealed by the Guanghua Mansion, and the Lord of the Earth naturally became a "Samurai God" to assist in the management of ghosts.

After expressing gratitude, he brought hundreds of dead souls and Kuteng tribe members into the ghost kingdom.

Since then, Grandma Mai's strength has increased greatly.

At least if you encounter an existence like Malaria Guijie again, you will no longer be helpless, and you can fight with it.

Even if you are invincible, you can still escape easily.

One reason is that after the old man is sealed, he will be recognized by heaven and earth, and the power of the spells he uses will multiply;

Secondly, the original giants in the Kuteng tribe are all top-level "thugs".

Even if they don't have the "uneducated body" like the wicked cocoon, they are all comparable to the powerful ghost king blessed by 5000 years of resentment.

Besides, Hua Jiunan had already planned to teach some "basic" Taoism according to his aptitude.

In this way, any existence facing hundreds of "magic warriors" who are three feet tall and infinitely powerful will have a headache.

If you count the blessing of the priest Lao witch curse and the sneak attack of the wicked cocoon...

Hehe, even if guys like sprites and little ghosts are not careful, the Kuteng tribe can beat them out of shit!

Seeing that everything was settled, the deaf mother-in-law sighed softly.

"Xiao Jiu, Mr. Song... Is Mr. Song not coming back for a while?!"

Hua Jiu felt guilty for hearing the words, and lowered her head deeply to answer softly.

"Grandpa Shu is going to suppress the blue sarcophagus in the Liangzhu Digong, for a while...I'm afraid he won't be able to get away for a while."

The deaf mother-in-law actually knew this was the result, but she couldn't help asking because she was really worried.

After hearing Hua Jiunan's words, he couldn't help but look into the distance, his eyes full of concern.

"Hey, we are the ones who have made Mr. Song troublesome, making him unable to clean up..."

"Okay, since there's nothing else to do, let's not disturb Patriarch Chang."

"Go home with grandma!"

"Nine, from now on, remember to recite nine prayer scriptures at the foot of Songlao every day, so as not to let him feel cold!"

Hua Jiunan nodded deeply: "Grandma, don't worry."

"I will do my homework sooner or later, and I will definitely pray for Grandpa Shu."

(Note: Homework here does not refer to homework, but Taoist practice in the morning and evening. Chanting scriptures and praying for blessings is not exclusive to Buddhists, and Taoism also has scriptures and classics.)

Wuxin has always been well-behaved, seeing that Hua Jiunan promised to stick out his little head with the "bird" on it, and said timidly.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Grandma, please rest assured, little monk... I will accompany my brother to pray for the senior tree god."

Since then, Hua Jiunan and his wife would recite scriptures of Buddhism and Taoism for the pine tree in the small courtyard every day except that they were not at home:

"Taishang Xuanling Beidou Benming Sutra of Prolonging Life", "Golden Light Sutra".

With the continuous blessing of two of the three religions of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism, the tree god will be able to practice more smoothly.

This is the so-called good relationship:

Caring for each other, supporting each other, there is nothing to ask for along the way...

On the other side, a few hours ago:

Shopkeeper Liu's old buddy, that is, the old donkey whose hair had almost fallen out, finally rushed to the bottom of the cliff out of breath.

A pair of eyes first looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no danger, he walked out of the dark place fearfully.

After sniffing fiercely and searching carefully for a long time, I finally found the black coffin in the thick snowdrift.

After all, it is the last means of life-saving for paper-making craftsmen: funeral.

Although the black coffin fell from such a high place, it was only slightly damaged.

The old donkey yelled a few times, seeing that shopkeeper Liu didn't respond at all, the donkey's face was full of worry.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his big butt and ran up the mountain again.

After tossing and returning, he stole a donkey cart from nowhere.

After three arches and two arches, the heavy black coffin was finally pushed onto the car.

After resting for a while to catch my breath, I pulled the donkey cart straight to the direction of the deaf mother-in-law's house.

It's a pity that the house leak happened to rain all night:

As soon as he walked halfway to the wilderness, he happened to meet the ghost soldiers patrolled by Huang Chao's men.

The group of ghost soldiers were taken aback when they saw the donkey cart that was walking alone and pulling the coffin, and then immediately waited in full force.

"I don't know where an expert is coming, I dare you to detour!"

"My general Huang Chao is dealing with important matters ahead, please don't disturb me!"

The old donkey has been with shopkeeper Liu for most of his life, so of course he knows the grievances between his master and Huang Chao.

Hearing this, he was so frightened that he almost "stumbled" and knelt down on the ground.

I thought to myself: I just came out of the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den, isn't this a reminder of bad luck!

Immediately, he kept nodding and bowing to the ghost soldiers, signaling that he understood, and his polite manner was quite like our Eighth Master Chang.

Then he shook his big butt and turned around and left.

At this critical moment, Huang Chao's cold voice sounded.

"Since it's an old friend's reunion, why come and go in such a hurry!"

"You just stop for this general!!"