Daoist has facial paralysis

"Then how much do you want?" Ji Yu frowned, and glanced at the shabby little stall just like the man.

"This number," the man held up two fingers, with the flakes of skin that he had just scratched under his nails.

"two thousand?"

The man wags his fingers.

"Twenty thousand?" Ji Yu showed a hint of surprise, how dare he ask for 20 for a jade talisman that has no aura and is inconspicuous?

"20, if you touch it, you have to buy it," the man withdrew his hand and pinched his nails, and pulled out a "Don't move until you buy" sign from under the stall, with a calm expression on his face, and the surrounding fat and strong The stall owners all looked over and seemed to be together.

"You..." Ji Yu was so angry that he almost cursed out, turned his head and glanced at the jade talisman in Zhou Yibei's hand, and complained bitterly in his heart that the Taoist leader, why did he choose such an unreasonable shop as Zhongjia to buy things and bargain? Losing Shaohao's face, this really bought him and brought so much money.

"Dig someone's grave and still be so confident, this place can accommodate you so unruly?" Just as he was embarrassed, a man wearing a mask suddenly inserted into the situation, Ji Yu turned around, and hastily bent down slender waist, "I am a great man."

The stall owner was stunned, looking at the mask on the face of the person in front of him, a chill ran up his back, he turned his head to see that the people next to him had turned their heads away and pretended that it had nothing to do with him, his heart sank , stood up swiftly, with a greasy smile on his face, "Master, I didn't know it was from the Shaohao clan, but I overplayed my joke. Forgive me, I have given you something."

"That can't be done, there are still rules... Ask someone to discipline him, he will have a long memory, and don't be deceived here," Ji Zhong raised his hand, and a few men in black came out from behind to support the stall owner, Pulled to a place with few people.

"If you like it, keep it," Ji Zhong glanced at the jade talisman in Zhou Yibei's hand, and said slowly.

"Thank you, great witch," Zhou Yibei looked at the man struggling to be dragged away, suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Jizhong, "My lord, aren't you with my uncle?"

"Master Daoist, please catch up with the ancestors, don't worry," Ji Zhong looked at Zhou Yibei while speaking, "You and your uncle have a good relationship, and you care about him very much."

"...It should be," Zhou Yibei replied, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. The Yin spirit said that his uncle had a feud with the Wu Clan, did he get troubled? ...If only I could protect my uncle.

"Xiao Daoist came to Yingzhou for the first time?" Ji Zhong walked on the street with the two of them.

"Well," Zhou Yibei nodded, he didn't mean to wander around here at all, he just wanted to go back to Shaohao Jintian's mansion as soon as possible to find his uncle, "Ji..."

"Let's go then, I just have nothing to do, I'll take you to see something interesting," Ji Zhong interrupted his voice, and led the two of them towards the center circle of the market.

......

Shaohao Kim Tian Clan Museum

The Southwest Taoist priest sat on the second floor of the pagoda drinking tea, and in front of him was the shrine where the Shaohao family placed the tablets of the ancestors.

"The Taoist priest these years...is he alright?" Sitting in front of the altar, her face was smeared with cow blood, and her voice was old and rough, like an old man. The souls of the witch race do not appear in the body, and Fengchang invites the souls and bodies of the ancestors into himself, which is the only way for the ancestors to manifest in other realms.

"I don't feel much about Xiaodao, but everyone seems to be unhappy," Dongxinan put down the teacup and looked up at his wife.

"Indeed, we... are not very happy..." The dozen or so tablets behind Ji Yu shook in disorder, but the statue covered with red cloth did not move.

"Yingzhou's aura is thin, far less comfortable than that of the human world. Do you want to..." Dongxinan suddenly paused, the shrine in front of him became a little blurred, he stood up reluctantly by pressing on the table, but his movements were quite sluggish, There was a hint of confusion in my eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

"...that's how you know...it's fast enough," Dongxinan said something strange, looking at his hands, his eyes turned black, he frowned, and staggered After a few steps, I grabbed my sister's arm, "Don't let me hurt him...he is the ancestor of Wu...keep him safe, I will set you free..."

"What are you talking about?" The red cloth of the god statue behind her swayed, and she returned to normal. Before she could recover, she saw things turning towards him.

"Ancestor..." Ji Yu reluctantly hugged the Daoist of the Southwest, turned her head to look at the shrine, each of the spiritual seats seemed to be confused, and a chaotic voice rang in her ears, "What's the matter with him... fainted? You guys?" Who did what?"

The idol cast a cold voice, "My wife, did you tamper with the tea?"

"No, ancestors, I don't have one," Ji Yu shook her head vigorously, struggling to grab the Taoist priest's clothes, "What happened just now?"

The voice in the memorial tablet was noisy for a while, and Ji Yu felt blurred in front of her eyes again, and was moved out. The eyes behind the red cloth of the god were staring at the things that fell on the ground. The signs came out, "His breath is gone..."

"Really! Disappeared!?"

"How could this be?"

"It's all quiet," the god statue snorted coldly, a trace of chaotic witchcraft came out from under the red cloth, and reached the side of the Southwest Taoist priest, showing coldness for a while, "It must be the sorcery of this way... .Open the Heshen Great Formation as soon as possible, and inspire him to be promoted to a great calamity...Heaven should not treat him favorably now..."

"Ancestor, the Wu ancestor he just mentioned?"

"It should be the young man surnamed Zhou. Jiuli's Yin Ling Wuji reminded me that he might be the reincarnation of Wu Zu Fengtu, who was left behind by the Wu Clan... I felt the soul of Wu Zu from him, and I have sent Ji Zhong to help him If he can remember, he should be Feng Tu... The return of Wu Zu can only mean that the number of this shameless Daoist is about to run out, so don't be fooled by his rhetoric. Use Wu Zu To please us, this is obviously his trick, huh...freedom...if he could give me freedom, he would have done it in the sky long ago?...If I were a three-year-old child, he would be easy Can't you cover it up?"

"It can be seen that his words seem to be repentant...otherwise why would he come to Yingzhou?"

"Needless to say, how much can he repay what he owes my witch clan? How much can he repay if he repents? Slaughter most of our witch clan, nine li and [-] soldiers, and if he doesn't die in the catastrophe, where will our blood debt go?"

"...what my ancestors said is true."

......

"Where is this place?" Zhou Yibei followed Ji Zhong to a strange place, which was an open-air theater, with countless lights and mist floating in the sky, colorful and dazzling, but there was no one else except them.

It was clearly in the middle of the market, but it was silent, and the emptiness made people uncomfortable.

"Do you know the history of witches? Before and after the prehistoric times, the Wu tribe that once flourished, have you heard of our history?" While Ji Zhong was speaking, Zhou Yibei felt the octagonal bronze talisman in his pocket vibrate. Yin Ling seemed to be attracted by something.

Zhou Yibei frowned and didn't say a word, he grabbed his shoulders heavily, "I, the Wu clan, could have everything in this world..."

"If the great witch wants to tell me about the history of the witch clan, I think we should go back. I will come and listen with my uncle some other day."

Jizhong's mask with no gaps was full of coldness, "Do you know him? This uncle of yours, the so-called Lord of Destiny... Do you know what he has done?"

"You want to tell me about his holiday with you? If it's this, you don't have to. I already know it."

"You just know, you don't understand...you forget the blood we shed, you forget the pain and despair..."

Zhou Yibei frowned, "...You asked my uncle to come here because you want to do something to him?"

"Then do you know how he treats you? Do you think he really treats you as his own?"

Yin Ling suddenly broke through the seal on the octagonal talisman, and indifferently added Jizhong's words, "Dongxinan just wants to use you to make peace with the Wuzu. If he needs it to survive the catastrophe, he won't even bat an eye to kill you. ..”

"Are you together?" Zhou Yibei frowned as he looked at Jiuli Yinling and Jizhong.

"You are Feng Tu, the son of Chi You, our ancestor Wu, if you don't remember, I can help you remember."

"I said that I have nothing to do with the Wu Clan," Zhou Yibei took a step back, and was blocked by Ji Yu.

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Shaohao Kim Tian Clan Museum

Dongxinan was sent into a secluded room, a cracked white jade talisman slipped out of his pocket, struggling to shine.

After sleeping for a few sticks of incense without breath, the Taoist leader of the Southwest suddenly opened his eyes. His whole body was full of coldness, and he stood up leisurely. The eyes that glanced at everything were indifferent, as if everything in the world was excited. Unlike Zhou Yibei's indifference, he had a ruthless detachment and indifference.

His slender fingers pressed down on the bed, touching the warm jade.The Daoist, who was not quite the same as usual, lowered his head, there was a slight fluctuation in his eyes, and a faint golden glow disappeared from his fingertips and penetrated into the jade. The thin man appeared on the bed, he was puzzled for a moment, and then Seeing Dongxinan, his eyes became anxious, "Master...do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

"I'm fine," the Southwest Taoist said with unwavering indifference, "what did you call me?"