Qingyue Temple

Because of Jerez's accident, the Dark Parliament immediately eliminated all discordant voices, and agreed to exchange sites with Hei Tong and others.

With the incident just now, the urgency of the Dark Council is already in front of them, and now they are begging Hei Tong and others instead of Hei Tong and others begging them at the beginning.

The situation reversed, and the negotiations with Hei Tong and others were no longer dominant, so the Dark Council gave up a large resource-rich land in America and other places to Hei Tong and others.

I thought that Hei Tong and the others would continue to pester them under the promise of the Demon God, but to their surprise, Hei Tong and the others readily agreed to their allocation without saying anything.

The people behind Heitong, Di Sha, watched happily as they carve up the territory, allowing them to discuss the manpower to enter China, and how to find the Chinese whom the Demon God is looking for.

Andrew followed his teacher Seran, whispering about Jerry's experience in China.

"Poor Jerry, he found a girl in China as a sacrifice, somehow he signed the contract, but suddenly something went wrong, and he himself was backlashed. That Chinese girl seems to be Wen Qingqing... ..." Andrew said, suddenly glanced at his teacher's arm inadvertently.

Ser'an, who was listening quietly, suddenly raised his eyelids, his old cloudy eyes barely opened from under the wrinkles, and glanced at his student Andrew: "What are you looking at?"

Andrew withdrew his gaze as if unintentionally, put his hands with sapphire cuffs on the back of the chair behind Ser'an, and said warmly: "Teacher, you are a little too sensitive, Jerez's body fell, I just See if that trash has stained your clothes."

Sel'an let out a cold snort, his wrinkled old face exuded a dying air of decay, like a piece of hard wood creaking, and said: "Andrew, your student Jaris is dead! Well, you don't seem sad."

Andrew smiled when he heard the words, as if Ser'an said something funny, and asked back: "Teacher, if I die, will you be sad?"

Deputy Speaker Ser'an was silent for a moment: "Yes, after all, you are one of my smartest students."

Andrew smiled without saying a word.

Ser'an lost interest in talking to his students, turned to Hei Tong and the others, and asked, "Chinese, do you know something? People who can eat the clone of a demon god should be very powerful in your China." Right? You know who that is?"

The words of the deputy speaker Ser'an poured cold water on the many passionate wizards in the parliament who were drawn to the promise of the demon god.

Yes, these Chinese people naturally know China better. Why do they not respond when there is such a good thing delivered to their door, and quietly exchange territory with them, even though these outsiders don’t know their magic system well? , but blackmail always, right?

Hei Tong sat at the front, except when he opened his eyes when he was having trouble with Babano at the beginning, Hei Tong seemed to be asleep at other times, only when he agreed with Alec's assignment, he hummed and said to Serge An's question was turned a deaf ear to it, and he also ignored the unfriendly gazes of many foreign wizards around him.

The people behind Heitong were even more weird. They didn't reply immediately after hearing Ser'an's words. They were still the same as before, as if they were waiting to see their jokes, with strange expressions that couldn't be said.

Seran frowned.

Heitong and the others sat nearer the front, and the wizards in the back seats couldn't see their expressions, and it was even more impossible to spy on their emotions on this occasion. Seeing Ser'an frowning, they all felt something was wrong, be quiet down.

At this time, the ghost operator with a cloak on his side, who didn't show his face, suddenly said: "Vice Speaker Ser'an, you are overthinking. If we knew, we would have reported to the demon god just now. Everyone wants this kind of promise, so why would you leave it to you?"

Ser'an continued to press: "Then you didn't want to look for it?"

The old monster Earth Sha taunted: "Hehe, this deputy speaker, if we want to live forever, we don't beg for training from ghosts and gods, but rely on our own cultivation. How can things from ghosts and gods be so easy to get? What's more, this kind of Foreign ghosts and gods that we don’t understand, it gives it casually, and we don’t necessarily dare to take it casually. If we know who it is looking for, we might just mention it casually. It is impossible."

Real Bone: "That's right, none of us are younger than you, but look at the wrinkles on your face, and then look at us. When Venerable Heitong becomes the Yang God, he will naturally live forever. Why do you have so many troublesome demon gods?" thing."

These words were a little too blunt, and the faces of the wizards behind suddenly fell down, and some of them couldn't calm down, so they stood up immediately.

Although Hei Tong's method against Babano just now is very powerful, it doesn't mean that they can tolerate a few foreigners so presumptuously on their territory.

Speaker Alec, who had been silent for a while, tapped the table again with a brass hammer. Amidst the bang-dang sound, the hot-blooded person seemed to calm down.

Speaker Alec: "Okay, this is the end of this matter, Sel'an, their cultivation system is different from mine, so there is no need to compare them too much. There must be dangers in this trip to China, otherwise my old man It is impossible for friends to come to the parliament to exchange sites with us, but there are many benefits. Who is willing to take risks and who is not willing to take risks, this is a personal issue."

Speaker Alec's voice was not loud, but it seemed to spread everywhere in the huge conference hall, lingering in everyone's ears with a magnetic voice, as if there was a devil's bewitching power, people would be convinced unconsciously.

Ser'an disapproved and said: "Speaker..."

Alec looked at his watch, interrupted him and said, "That's it, time is precious. This is the end of today's parliament. If any of you have any conflicts, you can solve them after you leave." After finishing speaking, Alec's A gray mist suddenly rose from the seat, and the gray mist came and went, and Alec seemed to disappear in place with the mist.

Disha and the others took a look, and suddenly saw that Heitong also stood up, and they all got up one after another, and followed.

Heitong walked out of the council hall, and quickly disappeared with Di Sha and others. At this moment, the people in the council suddenly heard three painful cries. Babano, who was in a conflict, fell down at some point, and there were two wizards who had never had a conflict with Hei Tong and others, but for some reason they also fell to the ground inexplicably.

"Babano? What happened to him?"

"And Lena and Sewell.

Babanuo's friend, who was so provocative, knelt down and touched Babanuo's body, and said indifferently to the people watching: "Babanuo is dead."

The friends of Linna and Sewell next to them also shook their heads in horror, saying that they were also lost.

Seeing this situation, the surrounding wizards were in an uproar, and many people immediately looked at the door where Heitong and others disappeared.

"It must be those few Chinese who managed to kill Babano and the others."

"It's okay for Babano, but why did they attack Linna and Sewell?"

With that said, everyone looked at Lin Na and several friends around Sewell.

The few people hesitated for a moment, and said similar things with minor differences.

"Linna took action on those Chinese people. She thinks those Chinese people are too annoying to her."

"Serwell couldn't bear Babano being attacked. He said he wanted to teach those Chinese a lesson."

Hearing this, many wizards fell silent for a while. Many of them had contacts. Linna and Sewell were also well-known among them. Linna was best at cursing, and Sewell used runes to manipulate dark matter. Energy, their spells are very secretive, and the people who are recruited often don't notice it immediately, but they fall like this when they don't expect it.

After the silence, many wizards sighed:

"It's really weird, our techniques are too different."

"It seems that before going to China, you have to study their magic system carefully."

The promise of the demon god is undoubtedly heart-warming, so even if they know the danger, few people are willing to give up.

In the entire dark council, only Speaker Alec had exchanged bodies with the devil, and lived to be more than 500 years old at a young age, a veritable old monster.

But there are still many people under the council, but they don't have Alec's unfathomable strength and luck. Especially now that it is difficult to encounter major war events, it is very difficult to collect dead souls to make deals with the devil.

Under such circumstances, many people in the Dark Council have been unwillingly waiting for the deadline to come, and have begun to make various small moves, such as the deputy speaker of the Dark Council, Sel'an.

Ian Bayard, the representative of the blood clan, led his people to the door, and heard a group of wizards thinking about their trip to China, turned around and said with a smile: "Why bother? If you want to live forever, just join our blood clan .If all the wizards who are working here want to live forever, I, Ian, can give you a first hug for free. How about it, it doesn’t hurt, I have long wanted to taste the blood of the dark wizard, ha ha."

As he spoke, Ian couldn't help showing his fangs, as if he didn't think it was decent, and he smiled and picked up a handkerchief to cover his teeth.

Most wizards don't think that becoming a blood race is living, these lives are controlled by the blood race, which makes many wizards who are used to themselves willing, and the rebirth of the blood race is based on death, which will make them lose a lot of human beings I feel that many wizards with bad mouths have even maliciously speculated whether the blood race will not even feel sex or love. Only when they suck human blood will they have a little orgasm-like urge.

Asking for immortality from a vampire, for wizards, not asking for alchemy.

The wizards looked at Ian coldly, not interested in his proposal at all.

Ian felt bored, took the gloves, hat and cane from his subordinates, and shook his head sadly with a look of how you guys are so ignorant, and ignored the boring wizards, Ian put on his hat , chanting sonnets, stroll away.

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The male and female wizards folded their arms and watched the arty vampire count coldly, leading his servants away.

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Qingyue Temple

After a good night of breath adjustment, Fang Shanshui opened his eyes and didn't see where the master had gone, nor did he care.

Fang Shanshui remembered Chen Jiaming's two ancient books back then, and was thinking about when to contact him, but he received a call from Chen Jiaming before he could do anything.

[Master Shanshui, long time no see, how are you doing recently?Are you satisfied with the two ancient books from last time? 】Chen Jiaming's smiling voice came from the other end of the phone. He first said hello, and then quickly mentioned his intention of calling.

Fang Shanshui said it was a coincidence, and replied: "Very satisfied, what's the matter? You found a new ancient book?"

[It’s like this, as I said last time, my foreign friend at the time told me that there was another foreign collector who also had such ancient books in his hands, but I contacted him some time ago, and he was unwilling to share with him no matter what. I did, but recently he's been looser. 】

Fang Shanshui didn't expect such a coincidence, and immediately understood what Chen Jiaming meant: "Does he have any conditions?"

Chen Jiaming admitted embarrassingly: [Yes, Master Shanshui.This may require you to take action. That foreign collector Smith, he is not a person short of money. I tried my best a while ago, but he was unwilling to transfer the ancient books to me.Recently, for some reason, he came to me on a whim and said he wanted to find some Chinese magic tools. He heard me say that you are a Chinese master, so he asked me for it. 】

Fang Shanshui didn't think about why Smith wanted the magic weapon, as long as he asked for it, he could do it: "What type of magic weapon does he want?"

Chen Jiaming said distressedly: [He didn't explain clearly, so he was ambiguous when asked. It seems that it can be used to exorcise evil spirits and keep safe, but the more obvious the power, the better.Listening to his tone, I think he probably wants to show off to others. If the master can produce something with more obvious effect and can calm people down, he will definitely be satisfied.By the way, master, I think you can fool this foreigner by just taking out two talismans of the kind you drew before.Oh no, it's not fooling, it's able to subdue, subdue! 】

Fang Shanshui thought for a while, since he wanted a magic weapon, he couldn't use talisman paper to fool him, and in terms of talisman paper, except for the thunder talisman, he really didn't have any talisman paper that could make people see the effect.

It is not suitable for Taiyin damage such as Yinsha Talisman.

But how can the effect of the magic weapon be obvious?This is really difficult for Fang Shanshui, exorcist, if there is no evil to drive away, what will happen?Those who are safe, if they are safe all the time, what can they do?

Fang Shanshui asked: "If I make him a magic weapon to exorcise evil spirits, how does he want to prove the effect of the magic weapon? Has someone encountered evil spirits on his side?"

[Judging from his tone, it doesn't quite look like it.I think he didn't believe this before, but he may have met some friends of this type recently, and he believed it after gaining knowledge. He probably wanted to show off to his friends, or they might go to some evil place to show off with magical artifacts. Will think of me...] Speaking of this, Chen Jiaming was a little embarrassed, and explained, [Master Shanshui, in order to exchange ancient books with him, I exaggerated some words with him, saying that you are a god from our side who came down to earth and can go to heaven Entering the earth, catching ghosts and demons, gathering wealth and building a house, everything is possible. 】

Fang Shanshui was a little speechless. Although he can really transform the Yang God into the sky and enter the earth now, when he first met Chen Jiaming, it was obviously impossible, and what Chen Jiaming said, don't say that foreigners don't believe it. won't believe him.

Fang Shanshui pondered: "Okay then, tell him, I will personally make him a magic weapon to exorcise evil spirits. It would be better if he has specific requirements, but it is best not to use it to harm people. He said When will the ancient books be delivered?"

Chen Jiaming quickly made a promise: [He said that after receiving the magic weapon, as long as he sees the effect, the ancient book will be delivered within three days.Master, don't worry, this kid doesn't dare to deceive us, otherwise I will keep him from eating and walking around! 】

Fang Shanshui smiled slightly: "That's not necessary, it's not so easy to take my things for nothing."

When Chen Jiaming on the other end of the phone heard this sentence, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then he suddenly remembered Fang Shanshui's background. When Qingyue Temple was located in Xiangcheng, he encountered many things, but now recalling, Most of those who offended Fang Yuanqing back then did not end well.

Their Chen family has been dealing with Fang Yuanqing respectfully, but they have been able to get over safely.

【Master Shanshui, there is one more thing, it belongs to my son, you still remember him, he was haunted by a kid at that time,】

Chen Jiaming immediately corrected his attitude again, said a few words to Fang Shanshui in a respectful tone, and then hung up the phone to contact the foreign collector.

After Fang Shanshui took back his mobile phone, he suddenly found that Master Fang Yuanqing was gone. When he was looking around, he heard a soft creaking sound. Looking back, a thick book was floating in the air in the door that opened automatically. Come out of the bedroom.

As soon as Fang Shanshui saw the palm-width thickness and the old cover, Fang Shanshui knew that it was the "Corpse Refining Canon" that he had carefully kept in his bedroom. At this time, I did not know how to come out by myself.

Fang Shanshui squatted down and looked up at "Corpse Refining Canon", and sure enough, he saw the little lion on which Master was riding, holding "Corpse Refining Canon" with both hands, struggling to maintain his balance, and approaching him little by little.

Fang Shanshui laughed and said, "Master, what about your body? Why are you holding such a heavy book like this?"

The figure-figure master put the "Corpse Refining Canon" on his head, freed one hand, pointed to the room, and then pulled his little clothes, as if his body had been taken off by me.

Fang Shanshui looked at the open door, and saw two small heads protruding from the door with a gap, yawning and walking out of the door. Two hosts, every time the figurine master comes out, these two will also come out to let the wind go.

The figure master put "Corpse Refining Canon" on the table, pointed at Fang Shanshui, his crimson eyes seemed to be able to speak, as if inviting him to study together.

Fang Shanshui snorted and declined, "Master, Chen Jiaming called me just now. The ancient book you asked him to inquire about is now missing again. The man asked me to exchange it with a magic weapon."

The two hosts climbed onto the table along the legs of the table. The figurine master was disgusted by it, and threw two cans of raw mutton to them, as if you are roasting and eating, and don't bother me.

The two hostesses caught the cans that fell from the sky one by one, and sat down on the table holding the huge cans roundly.

Peng Zhi, who was holding the can, leaned back and thought about Fang Shanshui's words, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and pointed at Fang Shanshui to the basement.

Fang Shanshui remembered the pile of emeralds swallowed by Peng Zhi when he was in Myanmar, because Peng Zhi disliked the trouble of putting some dead things in his stomach, and threw them into the basement after returning. Seeing this, Fang Shanshui immediately understood: "Master , you want me to use jade to make utensils?"

Peng Zhi thought about it for a while, and seemed to be at a loss, so he made a gesture of breaking apart, and then gave a thumbs up, implying that the apprentice had leftovers!

Fang Shanshui nodded with a smile.

The figurine master looked at the smiling apprentice, then at the body that was exactly like himself, suddenly threw away the heavy ancient book, then got up lightly, and landed on Fang Shanshui's shoulder.

Fang Shanshui glanced at Master, still not sure why Master took off his body again, but it put on and took off on a whim, so let it play as it pleases.

Ever since the master was reborn, he had a childish temper. Even when he put on his body, he pretended to be more serious, but in fact, in Fang Shanshui's view, he was not much different from the hand-made Yuanshen who only knew how to eat.

Putting the two of them on the table to hold a barbecue banquet, Fang Shanshui put the "Corpse Refining Ceremony" in a clean place, and then took the figurine of Master to the basement to find a piece of leftover emerald.

Although it is leftover material, it is also a kind of glass jadeite. Looking at this slightly misshapen triangular piece of leftover material, Fang Shanshui thought for a while, found a carving knife, made a few gestures on the jadeite, and prepared to carve it in the shape of a wild gourd. Pixiu on a gourd.

Pixiu has the meaning of suppressing evil spirits, and gourds are also common sacred objects in Chinese culture.

With a shape in his heart, Fang Shanshui looked at the deformed material in his hand again, and it was completely different from just now, as if there was a chick in the eggshell that was about to be born in a hurry.

Fang Shanshui held the emerald in his hand all the way, walked to the sunshine outside, stood motionless under the sun for a while, just quietly watching the reflection of the sunlight on the emerald in his hand, when the sunlight became stronger, the light seemed to be Clusters gathered in the emerald, blessed to the soul, Fang Shanshui suddenly moved his hand, as if drawing a talisman, picked up the carving knife and made a stroke.

It seems that there is a spiritual energy flowing with Fang Shanshui's carving knife, gradually absorbing it, and the emerald gradually takes shape under Fang Shanshui's carving knife like tofu. Little by little, they appeared in Fang Shanshui's hands.

When the finishing touch came down, Fang Shanshui's consciousness was suddenly in a trance, as if he saw the crouching Pixiu on the little gourd in his hand, watched him stand up, flicked its tail and took two steps, and called out to him, He lay back on his gourd again.

"Okay!" Amidst the clapping of applause, a stranger's admiration came from the side, "The epee has no edge, and it's a skill that doesn't work. Tanyue is really a master."

Fang Shanshui was so engrossed just now that he didn't pay attention to the arrival of outsiders. He looked up and saw Yuan Pei came back with a group of people in police uniforms. The policemen came together, they looked like old monks, wearing cassocks.

Seeing Fang Shanshui raised his head, Yuan Pei quietly winked at Fang Shanshui among the people in police uniform, as if he had something to tell him.

Fang Shanshui glanced at the policemen, and then at the customer service junior in their store who followed Yuan Pei, and suddenly had a guess in his heart, probably something happened in their store again.