Taoist Asura, he has left the customs

Fengdu Ghost Domain.

As the base camp of ghost cultivators, it has black clouds covering the top and white mist below. There are a few gusts of wind blowing around from time to time, but they can't blow away the white mist like dog skin plaster. You can't see your fingers when you reach out , bowed his head and couldn't even see himself.

There is a palace in the center of the city. It is estimated that even the owner of the palace does not know how it is built. After all, it has to be baptized by thunder and lightning from time to time.

"Buy and leave, buy and leave, it has been seven days since the last thunder came, guess when the next one will come."

"I'll count for two days and make up a nine!"

"Throughout the past hundred years, there have been no more than nine days of thunder coming, and I will suppress tomorrow!"

"I have a different opinion. As the saying goes, extreme prosperity must decline, and extremes must reverse. Nine is the extreme number. I am with Jiutian!"

"Ten days!"

"..."

There was a lot of noise in the casino about the thunder coming, and a golden light faintly appeared above the palace at the center of the incident, and then accompanied by a loud bang, a golden thunder roared like a dragon and smashed above the palace. The fog that shook the entire Fengdu dissipated for a moment, and then several small thunderbolts also struck down, submerged in layers of white mist.

The gamblers, who were arguing like a raging fire, stared out of the window at the sky thunder that enveloped the entire palace, feeling as if their hearts had been split into pieces.

The old fritters were the first to react: "Come on, did you beat today?"

The gamblers stared at the dealer with dead eyes.

The old god of the banker was as immobile as the wind, and said two words with a smile: "Take it all!"

Fu Jiangming was awakened by lightning.

The culprit was a string of Buddhist beads, ordinary thunder would not be able to strike him, and it was the Buddhist beads that were used as the medium.

There are a total of [-] Buddhist beads in this string, wrapped around Fu Jiangming's left wrist a few times, the whole body is pitch black, each one is round and flawless, and if you look closely, you can still catch a gleam of golden light floating in it.

Back then, he was discussing Taoism with Heaven on the top of Mount Foshan, but Heavenly Tao turned him into Buddhist beads and put a shackle on him, carrying all the karma barriers of three thousand ghosts on his back.

If you want him to say, it is clear that the way of heaven cannot afford to lose, and he will try to find some high-sounding reasons.

Fu Jiangming gave a "tsk", stretched out his hand and squeezed a dust removal formula, stood up lazily, waved a piece of clothes to put on, covering the tattered jade thread clothes on his body, after changing, Fu Jiangming couldn't help but Cursing her lips in distress, chopping and scrapping one piece of clothing at a time, the way of heaven is really incompetent and doesn't know how expensive it is!

Tucao return to Tucao, Fu Jiangming winked at himself in the mirror quite narcissistically, the young man in red clothes and black hair, with peach blossom eyes squinted, and the corner of his mouth curled up, he became a coquettish man.

Fu Jiangming nodded in satisfaction, snapped his fingers, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He wanted to see, which bastard with no eyes would dare to find work for him!

As soon as Fu Jiangming left Fengdu, the entire ghost domain experienced a real reversal of the clouds and the sun, as if a pair of invisible hands pushed away layers of dark clouds and mist, and sprinkled the long-lost sunshine into the world.

Many ghost cultivators looked at the golden sun above their heads and several dazed fellow Taoists on the opposite side, and looked at each other for a long time before the ghost gasped:

"hiss--"

Only then did everyone react, and their bewildered faces suddenly turned into frightened faces:

"The way of heaven is above..."

"It's not what I guessed..."

"Yaoshou, Taoist Master Shura has left the customs!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, who is still wandering in the world now, send a message to let him come back!"

"Who committed the crime? He even let the Taoist master himself!"

"To tell you the truth, anyone who gets hit twice from time to time will go crazy..."

"Yes, if we get mad, we will demolish a house at most, and we will have to pay a fine. Boss will probably demolish the cultivation world when he gets mad..."

As soon as the words fell, the ghost cultivators looked at each other, and couldn't help abandoning their beliefs and silently recited a Buddhist mantra with their palms together——

"good luck!"

However, the world of self-cultivation, which is missed by many ghost cultivators, is still calm, because the Taoist Master Shura——

be lost.

To be honest, he really didn't blame Fu Jiangming for getting lost.

He followed the location of the little devil guided by the Buddhist beads, and thought about it before teleporting, only knowing that the place was a desolate and borderline land.He has been in retreat for nearly 200 years, and even the thunder of heaven failed to blow him out of Fengdu. What's more, the map in his mind is still from 200 years ago. All right.

At this time, Fu Jiangming was holding a kid in his right hand, surrounded by a group of gorgeous girls with no expression on his face.

The old bustard grabbed Fu Jiangming's arm and didn't let go, and kept crying: "Master, you need to judge. The master in your hand called us Huayueye twelve girls. After eating, he wanted to pat his ass and leave. We These people are lonely and helpless, and they rely on the uncles to give them food..."

The old bustard paused slightly, as if the girls around had received some signal, they picked up their handkerchiefs and covered their mouths in unison and sobbed softly, and then the old bustard continued to howl: "You have a high level of cultivation, so you really look down on us. You are lowly, but you can’t humiliate us like this.”

As he spoke, there was another high and low voice crying ensemble.

Fu Jiangming's brain ached from their quarrel, and he quickly made a pause gesture: "Don't cry, tell me how much you owe."

The ensemble stopped immediately, and the bustard put on a smile as bright as a flower blooming: "Oh, at first glance, the master is open and bright, and there are not many, and the twelve girls are only [-] Lingzhu~"

Lingzhu... What is it again?

Fu Jiangming pinched his fingers and made the final calculation, but in just 200 years, no matter how many vicissitudes, the world will not survive to this point, right?

But how could the dignified Asura Taoist act like a country bumpkin, so he smiled lightly, and fished out a fist-sized, shining white spirit stone from the storage space, which is a spirit stone that everyone can feel the aura in it .

"Is this enough for you?"

This is a raw ore of spirit stones. The spirit baht circulating in the cultivation world is evolved from spirit stones. After a series of processing, the spirit energy in each spirit baht has different grades. The original ore of spirit stones has not been processed. Domineering exposed, end is rich and powerful!

The old bustard's eyes lit up: "Enough is enough, not only enough, but the extra ones can even cover the girls on the first floor!" The conversation changed, and the old bustard said again: "The girls in our building are all first-class. good!"

"Forget it, I can't bear your girls." Fu Jiangming waved his hands, took the little devil's head who wanted to run away after eating, and left this place of right and wrong without looking back.

The old bustard looked at Fu Jiangming's back and sighed leisurely: "It's a pity..." Then he handed the Lingshi in his hand to a girl next to him: "Take it well and give it to the young master."

"Yes!"

Fu Jiangming, who didn't know that he was sold as soon as he left the house, was interrogating the shivering brat in the private room of a restaurant.

"I just didn't bring any money and I just wanted to go back secretly to get it... I didn't expect to be found out... I really didn't think it was in vain... Eating and drinking for nothing." Stared at by his boss, he decisively took back the money he was about to export. That word was changed to another word.

As the boss of Ghost Cultivator, he can tell whether the other party is lying or not.

Although he knew that Tiandao had nothing to do and liked to hack him to play, but it was too much to hack him so hard for nothing.

He could only keep his displeasure in his heart, so Fu Jiangming planned to update the map.

"Tell me, what territory is this?"

The little devil breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "Go back to Taoist Lord, this place belongs to the territory of the Shen family."

The four major families in the cultivation world, the Ning family who depended on their laurels, the old and stubborn Gu family, the Shen family who will never do business properly, and the Fu family who are at the bottom, form four unbreakable walls linked by blood ties, and those outside the walls can only hold their own.

200 years ago, this piece of land was full of the cold wind of the Gu family, with nothing but weeds and rocks. In just 200 years, it has turned into red walls and green tiles, singing and dancing restaurants, very lively.At first, he thought it was the Gu family who had opened up his mind, and finally understood what pleasure is. He didn't expect that the Shen family could bite off a piece of meat from the Gu family. It's so weird.

Fu Jiangming asked again: "Who is the head of the Shen family now?"

"Shen Yixiao."

Fu Jiangming squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about something: "It turned out that Shen Yixiao took over the Shen family, no wonder..."

In terms of shamelessness, this son of the Shen family dares to be the second, and no one dares to be the first.

The little devil looked at the pensive boss, moved back a few times silently, and said in a trembling voice, "That, that boss, if it's okay, I'll go first..."

Fu Jiangming made a gesture to get up: "Let's go back together."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I, I, I, I wouldn't dare to be with you, why don't you invite me first?" The brat shook his head like a rattle.

Fu Jiangming snorted softly, Erlang raised his legs, and spread half of his body on the chair: "I think you all wish I didn't go back..."

Without looking at the kid's terrified face, Fu Jiangming grabbed a handful of melon seeds and licked them, "Okay, you go back, I won't go back to Fengdu, you have to carry some for me."

"Take orders!" This sound was sonorous and forceful, and the joy was beyond words.

Fu Jiangming curled his lips, thinking whether he should go back in two days to surprise those restless ghost cultivators, but his thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

"The last book said that the Fu family and his wife killed their relatives righteously and handed over the murderer Fu Jiangming to the Gu family..."

Fu Jiangming: I have not been in the cultivation world for so many years, yet there is still a legend about me? ?

The author has something to say: Classmate Xiao Ming [preparation, singing]: Please stop being obsessed with brother, oh brother is just a legend