Daoist has facial paralysis

Zhou Yibei panicked for a few seconds, and hurriedly recited the mantra, folded a few folds of the talisman paper prepared on the table, burned it to ashes and scattered the oil lamp for a week.

The light connected to his uncle's fate was still on and off, without any sign of stability. Zhou Yibei stared at the life lamp for a few minutes, feeling confused...Master uncle couldn't see anything in a dark place... ...what happened to him?Zhou Yibei realized anxiously that he didn't even know where the Daoist of the Southwest was now.

The flame on the lamp has obviously weakened a lot, "Uncle Master..." His heart tightened, and he suddenly remembered something.

Hastily went downstairs and found another oil lamp and brought it up. After lighting it, he recited the mantra several times, cut his middle finger and lit each of the two lamps. When the lamp stabilized, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumped on the grand teacher's chair and closed his eyes to rest his mind, and continued to use his life lamp to continue the fire for the Southwest Taoist priest.

When Zhou Yibei woke up again, it was already noon the next day. The life lamp was taken away at some time, and there were three more coffins in the room. A corpse nailed to the bottom of the coffin with steel nails several inches long. The corpse was covered with black hair...it was black and stiff.

"Then you took the job? Are you going to kill yourself?" There was a familiar voice downstairs, but it wasn't the Taoist priest, "A dozen resentful red-clothed evil spirits, ghost kings and zombies, five or six Taoist priests went up together. I can’t deal with it, okay? I have to call you for three days and three nights..."

"It's all packed, brother don't have to worry about it," Daoist Southwest's voice sounded normal.

"Dad?" Zhou Yibei came down from upstairs and saw Zhou Que with a big mouth.

The little old man didn't have time to talk to his son at all, so he pulled the Southwest Taoist priest back and forth to look him up and down, "Oh, let me tell you, junior brother, it's only been a day since you finished your job... Are you the real person? Or have you become a ghost?"

"...Brother, sit down honestly," Dongxinan pointed to the Taishi chair behind Zhou Que with his chin behind his back. Master Zhou looked at him and sat down subconsciously, and then suddenly remembered that he was the senior brother. And it's still in charge!Showing off his momentum and trying to win back a city, the Southwest Taoist chief glanced at him... Oops!My butt seems to be stuck to the chair and I can't get up.

"Uncle Master..." Zhou Yibei didn't talk to the father who had let go after he approached, and went straight to the east, west and south, grabbed the Taoist priest's arm, and just wanted to speak, his warm breath came to his ear, " Tell your dad to go quickly."

The Southwest Daoist straightened up, and lightly shook his shoulder, "I'm going upstairs, you two, father and son, have a good chat, I won't bother you, uncle."

"Hey! Junior Brother..."

"Got it, Uncle Master," Zhou Yibei pushed Zhou Que back on the chair, who wanted to stop him. Master Zhou looked at him, blinked his eyes, and suddenly had the illusion that the son he raised was actually Dongxinan. ... His junior brother is too scary. He must have brainwashed his family Beibei. How can this foolish boy be able to resist the temptation of the old monster like Dongxinan... The more Master Zhou thinks about it, the more excited he becomes. Seeing Zhou Yibei's expression became more and more strange.

"dad?"

"Don't call me dad! Go call your master uncle dad!" Zhou Que played with the old man's temperament, covered his face and said in a sad voice, "Good son, you belong to someone else... I shouldn't have let you come here, now Fortunately, he has become someone else's son."

"Dad..." Zhou Yibei said helplessly that his family and his little daughter-in-law are crazy fathers, this kind of person is still the head of Maoshan?His uncle must have taken advantage of the old man because he didn't get up during the campaign.

"You still call me dad! Have you been so kind to me since you were young? Look at how close you are to your uncle and how much you listen to him. You are really the water thrown by the son who sent you away..."

Zhou Yibei listened to the nagging for a long time, finally persuaded his own father who came to visit to leave, and hurried upstairs.

Eight cyan figures floated in the air, surrounding the black-haired man in the middle.

Black air surged from the east, west and south sides of the body, and bloodshot eyes filled the eyes, "Don't come here..."

Zhou Yibei stood at the door, and a ghost king looked at him, "The priest has been poisoned by the corpse and is having an attack. Get out quickly."

"..." Zhou Yibei took a few steps back in hesitation. He was already oppressed by the ghost king and had difficulty breathing when he stood at the door. After entering, he must not be able to help, but he did not leave, and silently guarded the door.

"Roar..." Daoist Priest Southwest's Taoist robe was torn open by the circulating corpse aura, exposing his back, he frowned, "Bold and wicked..."

The corpse aura was suppressed by the yellow light from the sky spirit cover, and the coffins on the ground shook, and the corpse aura rebounded even more than before.

The circle formed by several ghost kings was stretched a bit, "Taoist..."

Dao Priest of the Southwest revealed a contradictory aura, his eyes were half demon and half immortal, bewitching and abstinent, the black air condensed on his face covered the Yintang acupoint between his brows, and the body breath moved to get in, Dong Dongnan raised his hand and pointed With bloodstains on the tip, he touched the center of his eyebrows, and his indifferent face wiped out a trace of black corpse poison smeared with blood.

"Yi Bei, I want to take a bath," Dongxinan tore off his tattered Taoist robe and wiped his hands, then threw away the robe in disgust.

……

"Hmm..." Daoist let out a comfortable smack in the bathroom, and Zhou Yibei, who was picking up the scattered clothes outside the door, froze for a moment, and his ears slowly turned red.

"Don't touch it...it hurts..." The voice of the Southwest Taoist came from inside again, and Zhou Yibei clenched the clothes in his hands.

"Easy... okay, right here... umm..." A certain ghost king probably had good massage skills, and the Taoist gave a soft □□ in comfort.

"Too high on the stage, never stop responding. Exorcising evil spirits, protecting life and protecting body. Wisdom is clear, mind..." Zhou Yibei murmured the mantra of purifying the heart, while wrapping the remaining clothes into his arms.

"Yibei..." Dongxinan suddenly called him from inside, and the bathroom door was swung open from the outside. Zhou Yibei stood at the door holding the door and stopped first, staring blankly at the flushed Southwest The Taoist priest was lying on the edge of the bathtub, with half of his slender arms hanging outside, his hair wet by the water stuck to the side of his face, his eyes filled with steam, as if he had been pressed somewhere again, the Taoist priest bit his lower lip between the eyebrows A wrinkle and another bang.

The cyan figure floating in mid-air and being massaged made a sound like clearing its throat.

Zhou Yibei was startled, quickly withdrew his hand from the door behind his back, and lowered his head in panic, "I'm afraid something will happen to my uncle, so..."

"Pour me a glass of water and come in. Besides...I want to eat noodles tonight."

"Okay," Yi Bei nodded his head to make a rattle, and walked out with his clothes in his arms.