ghost master

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Wang Xiaopang first went back home. He wanted to visit Li Daoren with his parents, but he didn’t want to see that there was no one at home. He ran to ask the wood that fed the pigs to their family, and only then did he know that his parents had passed away, so he drove Linghe rushed to Daoren Li's Taoist temple.

When he arrived at the Taoist temple, the Taoist priest who knew Wang Xiaopang led him into the house. Wang Xiaopang's parents were standing by the bed. Wang Xiaopang walked over quickly and saw Li Daoren lying on the bed with a pale face and pale lips. The current bruise is obviously not far from the limit.

"Father!" Wang Xiaopang was taken aback. Cultivators seldom get sick. Most of the symptoms are caused by cultivation. For example, Wang Xiaopang had a high fever due to excessive stress before, so he knew this. He quickly reached into the bed to grab Li Daoren's hand, feeling the spiritual power in his body.

As Wang Xiaopang expected, the spiritual power in Li Daoren's body was almost exhausted, and the meridians were damaged in many places. He frowned, first took out a talisman and cast a healing spell on Li Daoren, and then asked Li Daoren: "Father, who made you like this?"

Li Daoren was enveloped by the wood aura, and his gray face was slightly rosy. He coughed low and said in a hoarse voice: "It was made by my adoptive father. You gave me Tongtian peaches during the Chinese New Year, and my foster father ate it." Later, I tried to build the foundation, but my adoptive father’s body was too old, and the meridians could not withstand the high-speed operation of the spiritual power, and the meridian broke when the spiritual power was compressed halfway.”

Wang Xiaopang was stunned, he didn't expect it to be like this, thinking that he gave the Tongtian peach to Daoren Li, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable: "It's all my fault, I gave it to my adoptive father, you Tongtian peach..."

Li Daoren smiled weakly, and interrupted Wang Xiaopang: "Silly boy, even if you don't give me Tongtian Tao's adoptive father, he will get a foundation establishment pill from other channels, and if I don't hit the foundation establishment, it won't be a few years." Yangshou has passed, so it can only be said that the adoptive father has no destiny to become an immortal."

Li Daoren seemed to think of something after he finished speaking, he looked at the other people standing beside the bed: "Go out, I have something to say to Xiaopang alone."

Everyone in the room responded and went out one after another. When there were only the two of them left in the room, Daoist Li cheered up and asked Wang Xiaopang: "Little Fatty, the adoptive father is about to die, so you should be honest and righteous." Father, tell me, is there a senior by your side?"

When Li Daoren went to Snow Sky Sect to look for Wang Xiaopang, Han Lin got on Wang Xiaopang's body and made Li Daoren not to come to Wang Xiaopang for three years, but after Wang Xiaopang returned home, he was clearly still the real one. This matter has always been stuck in Li Daoren's heart, and he is a person who has lived to be a hundred years old. After observing Wang Xiaopang for a while, he guessed something, but he never dared to ask. Now that he is about to die, it is natural to ask Ask before you die.

Although Li Daoren originally accepted Wang Xiaopang as his adopted son because he wanted to gain benefits from him, but like Han Lin, he also has no wife and no children. I decided to give him all the leftovers.

When Wang Xiaopang heard Li Daoren say that he was going to die, he couldn't help feeling sad, and his eyes were slightly red: "Father, you won't die, Xiaopang will save you."

Wang Xiaopang just saw that the healing technique couldn't repair Li Daoren's damaged meridians, so he thought about learning a higher level of wood-type magic, maybe he could save Li Daoren.

However, Li Daoren rejected Wang Xiaopang with a face of relief: "Pang, you don't have to waste time, even if you cure me, I don't have a few years left to live, so you can talk while your adoptive father still has a few breaths." , tell foster father honestly, is there a senior by your side?"

Wang Xiaopang saw that Li Daoren insisted on asking, so he turned his head to look at Han Lin beside him. Li Daoren followed his line of sight, but saw nothing.

Han Lin nodded expressionlessly at Wang Xiaopang. Since Daoren Li is going to die, it doesn't matter if he knows.

Wang Xiaopang got Han Lin's permission, and then he said to Li Daoren: "Yes, the person who frightened you in the inn was my master, that is, Xue Zun. After he failed to cross the robbery, he put his soul in me. in the body."

After Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, he lifted up the black blindfold on his face, revealing the ice blue left eye with the snowflake totem printed on it for Li Daoren to see. Li Daoren stared at Wang Xiaopang's left eye and slightly opened his eyes, A skinny old hand reached out to touch it.

"No wonder you kept your left eye covered... I see... I see..." Li Daoren touched Wang Xiaopang's eyes with trembling hands, probably because of excitement, his face turned ruddy again: "It's so beautiful ...There is a snowflake inside...is this the soul of Xuezun? That...very powerful Xuezun?"

"Yes, that is the very powerful Xue Zun." Wang Xiaopang knew that Li Daoren admired Han Lin very much. He always believed that Han Lin was the most powerful existence in Caiguang Kingdom in the past thousand years, but when he took him from south to north Crossing the colorful light country to go to the snow sky sect located in the extreme north to learn as a teacher also took the opportunity to pay homage to Han Lin, but after the past, he learned that Han Lin had died under the thunder calamity.

"That's great! I didn't expect that the senior who talked to me that day was Xue Zun! Haha! I, Li Daoren, spent my whole life at the bottom of the cultivation world. Who would have thought that I had talked to Xue Zun?! Haha..." Li Daoren was excited Said, the cloudy old eyes looked in the direction of Han Lin again, but they didn't look back.

Li Daoren went, eyes open, watching Han Lin's direction, and the moment he died, his soul floated out of his body.

Han Lin and Li Daoren looked at each other. Li Daoren was taken aback when he saw Han Lin's soul, and then looked down at himself lying on the bed who had lost his breath of life. He sighed slightly, and then bowed to Han Lin with a red face.

"My servant, Li Feiwen, pay homage to Xue Zun! I will leave my adopted son to your care! Thank you for your kindness in the next life!"

After Li Daoren's soul finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Wang Xiaopang, with a loving smile on his old face: "Little Fatty, come on!"

Wang Xiaopang's throat choked, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

Li Daoren smiled again, stretched out his translucent hand to touch Wang Xiaopang, but before his hand touched Wang Xiaopang, his soul turned into a curl of smoke and dissipated.

"Father!" Wang Xiaopang screamed, and then hurriedly grabbed Han Lin's clothes: "Master, where is my foster father?"

"I was summoned by the ghost world." Han Lin explained calmly. Generally speaking, the soul of a person will be summoned to the ghost world within a few seconds after death, unless the ghost still has a great memory for this world, then The powerful mind is enough to resist the call of the ghost world, so it is able to stay.

Wang Xiaopang was in a trance for a while when he heard the words, and stared at Li Daoren's gradually icy corpse on the bed for a long time, and then went out with red eyes to inform everyone.

The Taoist priests in the Taoist temple heard that Li Daoren had gone, so naturally they burst into tears, and Wang Xiaopang's parents also sighed. They mourned Li Daoren in the Taoist temple, and they didn't prepare to go down the mountain until Li Daoren's body was cremated.

Before Wang Xiaopang went down the mountain, an old Taoist gave Wang Xiaopang a storage bag, saying that it was a relic of Li Daoren, because he was worried that Wang Xiaopang would not be able to come back before he died, so he gave it to others in advance Safekeeping, and repeatedly told to hand over to Wang Xiaopang.

Wang Xiaopang thanked the old Taoist, and then his spiritual sense penetrated into Daoren Li's storage bag. There were many scattered things floating in the empty space inside, a few old and new talisman seals, and a few tattered talismans. The utensil, an old magic utensil made of peach wood, more than twenty low-grade spirit stones, and... half of a Tongtian peach.

Daoren Li actually cut the Tongtian peach in half, ate half of it himself, and kept the other half for Wang Xiaopang. Half a Tongtian peach was cut in half and given to his parents to eat.

"Will my parents live to be a hundred years old after eating it?" Wang Xiaopang asked Han Lin.

"Yes." Han Lin nodded: "This kind of spiritual fruit can guarantee a lifetime of disease-free and long life for mortals."

"Hundred years..." Wang Xiaopang thought for a while, then asked: "Then how about another one?"

Han Lin walked over coldly, and poured cold water on him mercilessly: "You have to understand that a mortal body has limits."

Wang Xiaopang lowered his head without saying a word, Han Lin looked at him like this and was silent for a long time, then reached out to touch his little head.

"The deity will accompany you forever."

Wang Xiaopang looked up at him, then lowered his head to play with his short fingers for a while, then looked up at him again: "Master, you have been blackmailing me, I don't want to be with you forever."

Han Lin's face darkened: "When did I blackmail you?"

"It's not a matter of growing up." Wang Xiaopang muttered in a low voice. After so many days of silence, he was not as excited as before, but he still got angry every time he thought about it: "You know that my growth period will be extended after foundation establishment, but you You deliberately waited for me to build the foundation before telling me, aren't you blackmailing me?"

The more Wang Xiaopang thought about it, the angrier he became, and he became a little angry again: "You have grown into a tall man, so you don't care about my feelings. The man in my family is not tall, and I was short and fat since I was a child. It's okay now. Boys of the same age are completely incomparable, and will be overtaken by younger brothers in the future."

Han Rin was at a loss in this matter, because he had indeed thought of this a long time ago, but because he guessed that Wang Xiaopang might not want to practice because of this, he kept hiding it from him. He decided to tell him this year and felt that he couldn't hide it. Wang Xiaopang's mother would measure his height and cut new clothes for him every year. She also took a notebook to record how tall Wang Xiaopang weighed at one year old and how tall he would grow at two years old. , Wang Xiaopang's rapid growth slowdown was immediately exposed.

Despite being wrong, Han Lin said with a straight face: "It's not that the deity said that he will not grow up all the time, but that the speed has slowed down. You also threw sand on the deity, why are you complaining?"

"The sand didn't hit you again..." Wang Xiaopang continued to complain unhappily: "I'm so angry, do you understand? I was blackmailed by you and I can't vent my anger? Come on, let's go!"

"Let's sew your mouth on again!" Han Lin angrily stretched out his hands to grab Wang Xiaopang's white and tender cheeks: "The bigger you get, the more unruly you are! Practice on your knees tonight!"

"Pain, pain, master, let go!" Wang Xiaopang's face hurts from being grabbed by Han Lin, so he reached out to push Han Lin in front of him. One person and one ghost were pushing and shoving on the bed, when there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Little Fatty, who are you talking to?" Wang Xiaopang's mother asked strangely outside the door.

Wang Xiaopang was taken aback, and quickly replied: "Baa——"

Wang Xiaopang was stunned after saying "baa", and then realized that his cheek was still being pulled by the ghost, causing him to grin and change his pronunciation.

Wang Xiaopang anxiously pointed at Han Lin's mother outside the door, and Han Lin let go of his hands holding Wang Xiaopang's cheeks with a cold face. Wang Xiaopang rubbed his sore cheeks and continued to talk to his mother. Explanation: "No, mother, I'm practicing a spell."

"Oh, it turned out to be chanting a spell, come to eat." Wang Xiaopang's mother said outside the door.

"Here we come!" Wang Xiaopang jumped off the bed, walked to the door of the room and opened it, and walked to the kitchen with his mother.

Wang Xiaopang's mother stared at Wang Xiaopang's face: "Why are your cheeks so red?"

"Um... cultivation, qi and blood are on the top." Wang Xiaopang explained, and then glanced at Han Lin quietly.

The whole family had dinner around a log table. Wang Xiaopang's parents asked him when he would return to the sect. Wang Xiaopang thought for a while and was about to answer "five days later", when Han Lin said behind him: "Tomorrow Just go back."

Wang Xiaopang can't practice well at home. His parents have to eat three meals a day with him, and occasionally take him to the village to make skewers, so Han Lin still hopes that Wang Xiaopang can return to the clan as soon as possible Door.

Wang Xiaopang was arguing with Han Lin, and when he heard that he would leave tomorrow, he was so angry that he opened his mouth and doubled his original plan: "I will stay for another ten days."

Han Lin lowered his eyes and looked coldly at Wang Xiaopang who was sitting there grilling rice, and then looked away coldly.

Then the next morning, Wang Xiaopang came out of the house with red eyes and hot ass twisted. He was beaten by Han Lin and he had no choice but to change his words and tell his parents that he had to go back to the sect tonight, Wang Xiaopang Parents were disappointed, but for the sake of their children, they watched Wang Xiaopang leave on a spirit crane after dark.