Qingyue Temple

Fang Shanshui was speechless for a while, and when he looked back at the master, he found that the master was in high spirits but pretending to be reserved, slowly undoing the small buttons on his clothes, one, two, three...

He looked like he was about to sacrifice himself for his apprentice.

Fang Shanshui immediately stopped with a black line, coughed twice, and said to the figurine master who looked up suspiciously: "Master, this double cultivation seems to be a very serious double cultivation. Look, there are still records of exercises."

Regarding double cultivation, Fang Shanshui has also heard of collecting yin to replenish yang, collecting yang to replenish yin, and so on. They don’t seem to be too serious. He is a pure-hearted and ascetic cultivator, so naturally he won’t study it specially. It is also an academic study, and there is nothing to blush.

Just thinking of Master and him, then... ahem.

The figure master looked at it, and its interpretation of "Corpse Refining Canon" was not much weaker than that of Fang Shanshui. Except for what Fang Shanshui learned in the inheritance of Longtoumen, the figure master could basically read the parts that Fang Shanshui could understand. got it.

The double-cultivation method mentioned below is not very long, and there are many uncommon words, but the hand-made master can be interpreted even if he stumbles.

Sinking into... the sea of ​​consciousness?

Fusion... Yuanshen?

Every time I just deciphered a word, the figurine master was about to get a little excited, but he would find a disappointing word behind it, which knocked the figurine master's little excitement into a dull silence.

It does seem to be very serious, which is very different from what it imagined.

The figure master thought blankly, almost tore off the fourth little button that was about to be undone, and then slowly buckled the little buttons one by one, two, three, one by one, Then he took out its black marshmallow, swallowed some broken candy sticks in one gulp, and chewed with puffed cheeks.

Fang Shanshui heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the figure master had buttoned it back. He always felt that the master took off his clothes and made him feel a little crazy and full of random thoughts.

Fang Shanshui quietly picked up the ancient book and covered half of his face, it seemed a little hot in the room.

In the past few days, Fang Shanshui has not found the figurine master's body at home. When asking, the figurine master pointed to his mouth...it also swallowed its body.

So Fang Shanshui was quite worried that if the figure of Master took it off, he would become a real person.

cough cough.

Fang Shanshui coughed twice, quickly let go of the messy thoughts in his mind, and then began to seriously compare the double cultivation methods mentioned in the book with these ancient books, sorting out the parts that can be interpreted first.

In the previous part, you can roughly understand a few key words, and you can guess the meanings. But for the cultivation method, this cannot be the case. , you can't be sloppy, every vocabulary must be accurate, otherwise, if something goes wrong during cultivation, it will be bad.

Fang Shanshui continued to study the method of double cultivation. After eating the marshmallow, Master Ban leaned on Fang Shanshui's arms and took out his canned mutton sadly. He rubbed his small hands to ignite a flame. Looking at Fang Shanshui's serious study face, his heart stopped Start grilling.

Can relieve worries, only eat meat.

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Chris studied the new gadget, and after contacting Chen Jiaming, he also knew that this magic weapon was used to exorcise evil spirits, and he also indirectly learned the usage of the magic weapon from Fang Shanshui behind Chen Jiaming.

Although he spent his beloved angel statue and exchanged this Pixiu gourd with Aiden, Chris was just impulsive. He always felt that the bigger the magic weapon, the better. Can such a small magic weapon really have any effect?

At that time, Chris thought that the little animal on the gourd glanced at him, as if if he missed it, he would miss a treasure.

But that might just be an illusion.

Chris thought to himself, no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it is impossible to look at him like a living thing.

"Sir, the things you bought from Marshall's Magic Store have arrived. Do you need them now?"

The butler's voice came from afar, pulling Chris' eyes out of the Pixiu in his hand, "Take it here."

Soon, the huge box was opened, and Chris took out several crystal balls.

He bought it, Wraith.

[Ah——] As soon as it touched Chris's finger, the transparent crystal ball suddenly turned black, and a wailing face suddenly rushed towards Chris' hand, and then hit the surface of the crystal ball. The shock caught Chris off guard and was taken aback. The crystal ball fell from his hand and hit the ground with a slap.

Suddenly, a puff of black smoke slowly rose from the shattered crystal ball.

A hunchbacked figure appeared in the smoke as if it was burning, and its blood-red eyes showed a bloodthirsty light in the black smoke. It seemed to be patrolling its prey, and its eyes fell on Chris.

There was a huge howl, bang bang bang bang, all the glass windows and glass tables in the room were shattered, and black smoke suddenly rushed towards Chris.

Shocked, Chris quickly raised the Pixiu gourd in his hand.

At this time, Pixiu Gourd, who had been indifferent all this time, suddenly shone brightly.

……

In a magic store in country Y, after receiving a call from the store manager Marshall, the administrator began to organize the warehouse, looking for the black magic crystal balls that the store manager wanted.

I just searched for two hours, but still couldn't find it anywhere, so the administrator had to find the customer service and delivery staff and ask them one by one.

I just sent out an order of goods yesterday. A consignor checked the list, and after hearing what his boss said, he suddenly panicked and said, "Is that a black magic crystal ball? Terrible sir, I thought it was just an ordinary wraith crystal ball. Wrong item!"

The administrator was also shocked when he heard the words, and yelled: "You mentally retarded! How can you confuse the black magic crystal ball with the wraith crystal ball, you will die!"

The consignor was about to cry: "They look alike..."

The administrator screamed: "Shut up! I'm mentally retarded. I want to stuff your head in my stomach when I hear your brainless words. Why are you standing still! Who did you send the black magic crystal ball to? Hurry up and go!" Find that hapless bastard! One step later, he may not even have bones left!"

The deliveryman who was so scolded that he couldn't lift his head was really crying: "I can't find it, sir, most of the people who come to our online store to buy things are anonymous, and they don't even know who they are. And these days For the mission of the Dark Association, many people have brought in a lot of Chinese exorcising magic tools, and they need crystal balls of wraith spirits for testing, there are too many, and the delivery addresses are mostly mixed..."

The administrator calmed down, knowing that the consignor was right. After thinking for a long time, he said with a headache: "It doesn't matter if the buyer is dead, the Black Magic Crystal Ball must be found! Manager Marshall, they are in need now, if we delay them Maybe when we come back, the store manager will turn us all into crystal balls of wraiths."

The clerks trembled when they heard the words, and they didn't dare to say much. They heard the administrator continue: "So, in three days' time, you go to the Moonlight Banquet and see who didn't arrive and who died after receiving the invitation letter... It might be him. Go to the house of this dead hapless bastard, and I will ask someone to recover the black magic crystal ball, maybe the friend of the store manager will be willing to help us."

The shop assistants nodded.

……

Chris was so frightened that he hid under the only unbroken wooden table, clutching the Pixiu gourd in his hand with lingering fear, seeing the last trace of black smoke being sucked into the gourd, which turned into a cloud of circulating smoke after a while, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Climbing out from under the table, Chris murmured in his heart: "Why is this crystal ball of wraiths so powerful? The world of wizards is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like me."

"Sir? Sir, are you okay? The gardener said that he heard a violent explosion in your room." The butler rushed over with someone, and when he entered the room, he gasped when he saw the mess in the room. The glass products in the entire room were all shattered, and even the crystal chandelier on the top was smashed down. In a short time, the room seemed to have been ravaged by a hurricane.

Chris tidied up his disguise before anyone entered the door, making sure that no one would see that he had been hiding under the table just now, and said to the housekeeper with a natural attitude: "It's nothing serious, you guys tidy up here."

"Yes."

Chris found that there were still a few crystal balls left in the box. These crystal balls were still vibrating, and they seemed to want to jump out of the box and try again.

Chris quickly closed the box and locked all the crystal balls in this box with the effect of banning magic.

Chris didn't dare to continue the test now. He decided to contribute the rest of the Wraith Crystal Balls during the Moonlight Banquet, and forget about using them at the banquet. It's too unsafe for him to use it alone.

Thinking about it, Chris held up the pixiu gourd in his hand, kissed it fiercely, and praised: "Baby, you saved my life, thank you so much! If the wizards and adults don't like you, I will do it later." Take it with you."

Speaking of this, Chris is a little sad, what if he is taken by a wizard?He was a little bit reluctant.

Chris thought of the master who was far away in China, and thought that if he got a few more ancient books that the master needed, would the master be willing to help him make some new magic weapons?

Chris thought for a while, and stopped the housekeeper who was cleaning up: "Alice, go and contact Hardy, Benson, Peter, oh, and Frank, and say that I want to use my collection to exchange The ancient Chinese books they collected."

Butler: "Okay, sir."

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After Fang Shanshui sorted out all the double cultivation exercises that could be translated, he called Chen Jiaming and decided to help him solve his problems on the construction site.

Fang Shanshui threw his body at home, his yang spirit came out of his body, and he wanted to take only the figure as a master, but when he saw the two Jishen looking at him eagerly, their eyes seemed to become ropes, entangled Fang Shanshui so much that he could not move his feet.

After all, it is the avatar and body of the master. From Fang Shanshui's point of view, it is as if he abused the master.

Seeing the figurine master glaring at his body and urging him to leave quickly, Fang Shanshui laughed. After thinking about it, he felt that the enemies in the evil circles in China seemed to have disappeared recently, and it seemed that nothing would attack him. The hostesses all stayed to watch the house, so they simply decided to take them away together.

Fang Shanshui said to his master: "Master, let Jishen go with us, it seems that there is nothing to worry about at home, there is a house spirit watching."

[Little master, don't worry, nothing will happen if I'm here! 】The mentioned house spirit immediately appeared to assure the ticket.

Fang Shanshui is now in the Yangshen stage, and using the Yangshen to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon is also a good way to consolidate his cultivation. Even the effect of his body on him has gradually diminished, and he is no longer limited by the lifespan of his body.

The figure master agreed to Fang Shanshui’s request, threw out his small stone lion, and pulled his apprentice to sit up. At the same time, he took out a small white flag and a cane with a human head from his stomach, and threw them to his two guardians. body.

Fang Shanshui looked back and saw that Peng Zhijishen had seized the small white flag for the first time and sat on the tattered flag that seemed to have been mended. Peng Houjishen was holding a cane with a human head in a daze, as if thinking about the correct riding posture.

With one person and three hands, it quickly flew out of Qingyue Temple.

Just about an hour after Fang Shanshui left home, the gatekeeper of Shanshui Manor saw a flock of crows flying in the sky, quacking and flapping over his head.

The guard muttered: "It's cold, where did the crow come from?"