Pursuing Immortality

Yangcheng, airport.

A flight from Phuket landed, and a short while later, a group of passengers went out of the station.

In the past six or seven years, Phuket successfully replaced Dongliao and Korea, becoming the most popular tourist destination around Xia Kingdom. These people are very representative, men and women, young and old, carrying homes, carrying big bags and small souvenirs, wearing a variety of amulets, full of interest, talking about news-it is the tourists who return from tourism.

And one of them is very special.

This man is stout, with dark complexion and large eyes protruding from the left side of the forehead to the left eye, covered by an oval red birthmark. The upper body is a standing collar horse gown, the lower body is a square skirt, and a large golden belt is tied around the waist.

Barefoot, stepping on a pair of wooden shoes.

In appearance alone, he looks like a poor brother in a remote mountainous area, but the momentum of his body makes people dare not approach. Especially that birthmark, like some devil symbol, stained the left eye with red blood.

"Well, this dress is so traditional!"

He had just left the airport and stopped a bit on the side of the road. He listened to someone nearby whispering and turned to look around, but a young man was curious and was taking a photo with his mobile phone.

When he saw him, the guy also greeted him in English: "Hi friend, are you from Phuket, don't mind taking a picture?"

"..."

The man glared, angry at the behavior, and seemed to be seriously offended. He stretched out a finger, pointed at the other person, and whispered a spell in his mouth, then he listened:

"Ah, what a itch!"

"Ah, itchy! Ah!"

The dude's body yanked abruptly, twisted into a strange posture, and his hands were constantly scratching his face, neck, chest and back.

The itchiness was very strong, and the hot weather was wearing less. The more he scratched, the heavier and heavier, scratched his eyes and scratched a red mark on his skin.

The others were startled, thinking that something had happened.

"Oh, Mr. Yamin, the road is too congested. We are late, sorry, sorry!"

At this moment, several people came together quickly, and one person should hold the other's hand first, speak the Xia Mandarin first, and repeat the translation.

"Hum, this is how you treat customers?" Ya'an seemed to have a big temper, and he hummed coldly.

"I'm really sorry, there are many people in Yangcheng. There is no way."

The man did not sincerely apologize. When he turned his head and saw the man, he asked, "What is going on with this man?"

"He is rude to me, just a little punishment."

"Hehe, he is also inadvertent, please don't care about it."

"..."

Yayi looked at him. After all, he wasn't his own territory, and he didn't want to be too busy, so he waved his hand and solved the spell.

"Haha, there are a lot of adults, please on your side!"

After all, everyone took a luxury business car and slowly left the airport.

The buddy returned to normal, as if he had picked up a life, but felt the hot pain all over his body, and his arm was covered with blood. This person is called Cui Zhanbo, is a public account writer, hundreds of thousands of fans, quite famous.

He filmed Ammon, which is a professional habit. Who knew he had suffered a crime. He was also a ruthless man, so he couldn't swallow this breath, and quickly got into his car and chased the business car.

...

In ancient times, people in Phuket had only a first name and no last name.

It was not until 1912 that Emperor VI enacted the "Last Names Act", which gave 6,432 surnames to the people. According to their habits, the first name is the last name, so the last name of Ammon is: Amana Sinawa.

This surname is a noble family in this country, and has a great influence in the commercial and political fields. However, the ancestor was a Yangcheng man. His surname was Qiu, who moved in the late Qing Dynasty.

Ammon belongs to the side branch of the family and is also a descending master.

He was invited by an institution to come to Xia Kingdom to help get rid of ghosts. He originally planned to go directly to Beijing, but he suddenly proposed to visit his hometown.

"Where are the ghosts you want to catch?"

"Don't be in a hurry, you are running all the way, we prepared some meals and talked after we finished."

In the restaurant of a hotel, the person in charge, the translator, two assistants, and Aya prepared to take a seat. According to our habits, usually VIPs come first, and the host accompanies them.

And just when the person in charge wanted to sit down, Amon suddenly said, "You, go there!"

"Huh?" He didn't respond.

"You don't sit here!"

Ammon bluntly instructed, and said to the translator on the other side, "Don't sit here, either."

"..."

The person in charge didn't change his face, and smiled: "Oh, understand, give up the left and right positions!"

After a toss of toss, the talents sat down securely: Aya was in the middle, and there was an empty chair on each side, and then it was quite strange.

"I don't know your taste, I'll order everything, feel free!"

Soon, the meals were served, and they were full. Yayi glanced twice, showing no interest, instead whispered a few words, then poured a cup of tea, then raised her hand and splashed to the left.

"..."

Five eyes stared at it, watching the tea splash into the air, then disappeared, and there was no trace of wetness on the ground.

Followed closely, he saw that he had a piece of meat and threw it to the right. Similarly, it disappeared somehow.

Huh!

The person in charge shuddered and asked, "Mr. Arya, this is what you raise, you raise ..."

"Yes!"

"Oh, it really isn't a trivial matter. I heard that the average ghost teacher can only have one destiny. Mr. Power, hey, admire it!"

"Haha, it's nothing more than a trivial matter."

This flattering was on the idea, and Aya couldn't help showing his face.

His spirit is inherently strong, and his temperament is vicious and ferocious. No matter what embarrassing little ghost is, he is obedient in his hands, and is even more famous in his country.

However, they said that while some people were eating and talking, Aya didn't talk much, most of them fed two little ghosts.

When the meal went down halfway, the person in charge suddenly rang and said a few words before hanging up. "I'm sorry, but another guest arrived. I am missing for a moment."

"What guest?"

"Oh, it's the head of the dark sky on Hong Kong Island. It is said to be descended from Maoshan." The person in charge disclosed the information casually.

"Descendants of Maoshan?"

Aya frowned, her face darkened, and said, "Why bother? Why don't you come and sit down?"

"That's great! It's such an honor to meet the two masters at the same time. I'll come and go."

The person in charge flashed, and after a short time, he brought in a Taoist wearing a blue cloth coat. About 40 years old, with a moustache and yellow complexion, looked savvy and insidious.

He walked into the dining room, and when he saw the costume of Phuket, he whispered coldly, "Headsaver? You also invited heads division?"

He didn't wait for the person in charge to answer, and went straight from the past, and there was Arya standing there, his eyes were glaring.

Xuankongzi came from Maoshan, and his ancestors lived on Hong Kong Island during the war and brought some traditions. The people of Hong Kong Island are superstitious. They are convinced of such things.

And Phuket, or Nanyang Warlock, originated partly from the witchcraft and Maoshan art of the Xia Kingdom, and partly originated from the indigenous indigenous witchcraft.

Although he was going down Maoshan, he always kept himself above the national roads and looked down on these martyrdoms. Similarly, Nanyang's pulse stems from some strange psychology and various hostility.

"Wow, wow! Wow, wow!"

Aya was unambiguous and took the lead to make a difficult point. He pointed at the other side and chanted in his mouth.

Xuan Kongzi has been on Hong Kong Island for a long time. He usually fortune-teller and town house, but too little experience in actual combat against the enemy, immediately fell behind. He just felt a cold chill rushing towards himself, and his skin was contaminated with that breath.

"So daring!"

After all, he was somewhat able to shake a paper bag out of his bag.

Peng!

A pack of crimson powder was sprinkled out, covering the whole body. In an instant, he heard the crackling on his skin, like the kind of fine explosion that was thrown into a boiling oil pan.

At the same time, a small black creature brushed down from him, and in a blink of an eye piled up on his feet. The person in charge raised his eyes for a moment, good guy, it was a black meat bug!

Xuan Kongzi did not wait for the pain to disappear, so he moved his hands together, pulled out a rune with his left hand, and found a small bottle with a thick off-white liquid in his right hand.

"go with!"

With his hands shaking, Fuyu burned into a black fire, and in a moment, the flowers turned into a black rain.

"..."

Aya's face changed slightly, apparently knowing the goods.

This is called the Yin-Yang Corpse Poison Law. After the stroke, the flesh will quickly rot and reach the bones until it dies. He did not dare to neglect, took out a leather snare drum, and reached out to pat.

"Boom!"

"咚咚 ... 咚咚!"

The sound of that drum was strange, not loud, but rather dull and oppressive, as if knocking at the heart. Aya controlled the little ghost with the sound of drums, and two invisible ghosts flew into the air, tearing and howling, and devouring the black rain.

He was so overwhelming that he continued to drum.

"not good!"

Xuan Kongzi was shocked, but he didn't expect the other kid to be so powerful. In panic, I had no time to shake a note and paste it on my body.

"laugh!"

Almost next second, two black fumes erupted from him, and he took a few steps back and fell, sitting on the ground.

"Hahaha! But Maoshan is so!"

Yayi took back the little ghost and grinned, seeing the translator stupid, and yelled, "Tell him not to be bad at all!"

"Oh oh!"

Translated back to God, Baba Baba said, "He said, Mao Shanshu is just that."

"Too much bullying!"

Xuan Kongzi was so mad that when he patted his bag, he would desperately zoom in. As a result, the person in charge ran over and stopped, "Two masters, two masters, listen to me!"

He was sincere and pretended to be like the real thing, saying: "Both were invited by us to come to demons and exorcise demons. From this perspective, they can also be called companions. Our goals are the same. Just don't hurt your peace. In this way, I'll take you right away and be honest, you can't treat yourself with energy and deal with those ghosts. "

"Humph!"

Amon is not afraid of Xuan Kongzi, but he is very afraid of Xia Guo's Taoist forces. Since someone is pulling a frame, he is not willing to fight again. Xuan Kongzi's strength was worse. People gave steps to borrow donkeys.

…………

Beijing, Tangshan Hospital, uh, nearby.

In a large room, Xuan Kongtu was running a fast-track class to catch ghosts in front of a group of Taoist priests.

"Everyone is a backbone disciple of all factions, and his strength is extraordinary. It is not a problem to deal with the ghosts of the present. Therefore, I am not in a position to deal with the problems. Each has its own way and method. The human body. Once the ghost is in possession, it blends with the human soul. There are three ways to drive ... "

He paused and picked up a paper turtle first, saying: "Paper turtle peck ghosts, take amulet paper to cut the turtle, prepare a water basin, yellow paper, yellow paper to melt the water basin, read the exorcism spell, paper turtle into the water , You can climb up on it and peck out the ghost. "

Then he picked up an oil lamp and said, "The lamp smoke turns ghosts, catches a green snake, dips the lamp grass with snake blood, and dries. Use this grass to light the lamp, put it on the head, burn a charm, and the ghost will Inhaled into the smoke. Remember, there is a drawback to this technique, the ghost turns into smoke, it is very easy to take away with the smoke, or immediately have another body, so see the smoke change, and kill it quickly! "

Finally, he picked up a clay pot with both ends empty, and said, "God pot making ghosts, take a red cloth, and hold it at the bottom. Take a few drops of blood from the living person, drop it into the pot, and burn a talisman. , Keep adding water. As the water increases, the pot heats up like fire, and the bottom end does not leak, indicating that the ghost has entered the tank. If the bottom leaks, the ghost is walking away. "

After the introduction of Kong Kongtu, he said, "I will elaborate on each of these three methods. Each one has its advantages and disadvantages, and it depends on my own control. I am most proficient with the paper turtle method, so I will start from this ..."

He was truly unreserved and taught.

If it was in ancient times, it would be a serious crime. The Taoist priests knew this and became more admired.

Soon, Kong Kongtu finished the course and said, "I met you for the first time, and there was a difference between different schools, but all the schools were in Qiyun, so to speak, they were also Taoists. Now the ghost is here, right now. It's my generation's time to get rid of demons, and we look forward to working together to make our life come! "

"FK U!"

The crowd looked solemnly, all together.

"It's so good-looking, the fighting grandfather!"

The atmosphere was somber here, but the words of satire and ridicule suddenly came from outside the door. The crowd was unhappy immediately, and before they could react, they saw someone coming in from outside.

The figure is medium and straight, with a hawk on his nose, which looks more fierce. This man was wearing a purple vest, long legs, and long sleeves, with gossip pictures embroidered with gold and silver threads.

Jian Kongtu frowned as he looked at the clothes.

In the positive faction, Gao Gong wore a yellow vest, and a purple vest was only worn by the abbots of each faction.

"You're the mourning dog?" He arched his hands in a sincere tone.

"court death!"

In a word, the comer was angered, and the big sleeves waved and tried to do something, but he paused, stiffly, "Hum, don't have to slap the tongue. I'm Zhang Ziliang, the 65th generation heaven master! "

Hum!

The words were shaken by everyone.

Imagine that more than ninety years ago, on the eve of the Xia Guojian dynasty, there were two truly millennial families, both of whom were living abroad. One is Yan Shenggong's Confucian family, and the other is Longhushan Zhang family.

Both of them went to Nanyang and took root.

The Confucian family for the time being said nothing, said Zhang family. At that time, he was the 63rd generation of heaven master. He established another heavenly master in Nanyang. After his death, he was inherited by his nephew and became the 64th generation.

Zhang Jintong was supported by the government, claiming to be the 65th generation of heavenly masters, so he kept talking on both sides, saying that he was orthodox. A few years ago, the overseas deceased ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ was succeeded by Zhang Ziliang.

In terms of generations, Zhang Ziliang was Zhang Shouyang's uncle.

This young man is full of vigor and vitality, which coincides with the great changes in the world, and he is determined to kill Longhu Mountain and regain Tianshi Mansion. He may have great abilities, but he is far behind the empty map in terms of effort.

"The sixty-fifth generation? Ha, small projectile country, three or five, you have always been playing in the enclosure, now you want to know your heart, and finally come back to pay tribute."

Hey!

Zhang Ziliang had a certain nature, and he didn't have an attack. He asked, "Who are you?"

"Maoshan, Xukong map."

"Okay! I won't care about you first. When I defeat Tianshi Mansion, I will take charge of it, but I want to see what you look like?"

"You, Zhengyi?"

Kong Kongtu was surprised and didn't reply immediately. The other person didn't look stupid, but where did he say it with confidence?