My Taoist Temple is trending again

That night, Master Zhao was sent down the mountain on the grounds of sudden illness.

The rest of the craftsmen didn't know what was going on, they only heard that Master Zhao suddenly became bald the next morning.

The craftsmen discussed it and felt that he probably offended some god by accident.All the middle-aged craftsmen worried about their hair very sympathetically, discussing how to repair the Lingyun Temple more seriously, so as to avoid the end of themselves and Master Zhao, and signed up the Lingyun Temple WeChat applet one after another, and nervously started to make appointments.

Therefore, the repair work of Lingyun Temple has been carried out in a more orderly and harmonious manner.

Of course, Master Zhao didn't know all this. He had been enduring the pain of difficulty breathing and the cold hairless head, and found the young man who taught him to harm others with great difficulty.

As soon as he arrived at the private room of the teahouse, he shed two lines of tears when he saw the other party, and hugged the other party's thigh crying, "Master, help me!"

Xuan Jinghuan looked at his head, his face twitched slightly, he avoided it with disgust, and said indifferently: "This little thing can't be done well, it's useless."

Master Zhao was stunned for a while, then hurriedly said: "Master, I am here for you..."

Xuan Jinghuan looked at his bald kappa head and got angry, and said loudly: "Don't call me master, your master is the one who taught you carpentry, not me! You are a disciple of Gongshuzi, what does it have to do with my Taoism? "

Master Zhao was stunned for a moment, then gasped and said: "You gave me "Luban Jing Volume [-]", and you taught me!"

"Idiot." Xuan Jinghuan rolled his eyes and said, "Gongshuzi's skills are unparalleled in the world, "Luban Jing Volume [-]" also has body protection and cursing spells, and medical spells, you don't learn it, you want to learn spells, do you blame me? "

Master Zhao almost didn't come up and went directly to the underworld to report, he knew that this stinky boy would not care about him.Anyway, he has fallen to this point. There is no way to cure the dyspnea, and he can’t keep it without money. He simply smashed the jar, grabbed Xuan Jinghuan’s trouser leg, and roared: "What are you proud of! You don’t care Me? Well, sooner or later you will be the same as me! You can’t beat that Lingyunguan at all!”

Xuan Jinghuan's fire was ignited immediately, he turned around and kicked Master Zhao's heart, shouting: "What are you talking about!"

Master Zhao got up clutching his chest, was about to vomit blood, and insisted on stabbing Xuan Jinghuan in the heart, and said, "The little Taoist priest asked me to bring you a message, telling you not to overestimate your strength, but you will be backlashed ,Ha ha ha ha."

What Xuan Jinghuan hates the most in his life is that some people say that he is not as good as others!He suddenly became murderous, and gathered a mass of spiritual power in his palm, but Master Zhao didn't give him time to react, he opened the box door and rushed out, the people outside looked inside curiously, declared Jing Huan stopped immediately.

Master Zhao stood in the crowd, relying on the crowd to protect him, panting and said: "You will be worse than me! Hahaha!"

After speaking, this cunning guy ran away as nimbly as a rabbit.

Xuan Jinghuan felt that he was the one who had been cursed, so he couldn't breathe at all. After standing still for a long time, he left the dilapidated teahouse with a gloomy face under everyone's curious eyes. .

When he returned to Qi Yunguan, where there were few people, he was even more irritable.

But Wen Lun, who has no eyesight, wants to bother him at this time, yelling around him like a broken trumpet: "Is it a failure? I just said no, that person Xu Qingmu is very wicked, come on!" The same thing about the shampoo last time, and the spell this time... no, he must be able to guess it's us...he knows it!"

Xuan Jinghuan almost wanted to give him a slap in the face, endured it and said: "Don't you hate Xu Qingmu for taking away your spiritual power for 20 years? You said before that he is nothing special and you must take revenge, but now you are afraid again ?”

Wen Lun's face was a little stiff.

Hate is really hate, so much that I wish Xu Qingmu would die right away.but……

He originally thought that Xuan Jinghuan could avenge him, so he endured the humiliation and came to Qi Yunguan, but he found that Xuan Jinghuan was not Xu Qingmu's opponent at all.

All these incidents reminded him of the fear at the moment when Xu Qingmu took away his spiritual power, and he was afraid again.

Wen Lun said in horror: "I had nothing to do with this matter! I didn't intend to betray Lingyun Temple, it was you...you encouraged me! You lied to me that you could avenge me, and you dragged me into the water! "

Xuan Jinghuan was furious immediately.

This is the second time today that he has been humiliated as inferior to Xu Qingmu, the fire in his heart has burned all his reason.He even thought, if he was Xu Qingmu, he would be so proud to see his opponent biting the dog with Zhao Shiwen Lun in such a mess.

He really couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his hand to scratch Wen Lun's ear.

Wen Lun, who had no spiritual power, couldn't bear such a slap at all, and was immediately beaten to the ground, with nosebleeds streaming out of his nostrils.

Wen Lun looked at Xuan Jinghuan in a daze.

Xuan Jinghuan's eyes were flushed, and he said harshly: "Do you think I'm a fool? Just find a carpenter and deal with Xu Qingmu? That trash is just a cover, I just use him to test it out. Now I have taken When it comes to Xu Qingmu's hair, the altar has already absorbed enough spiritual energy from the world, just tonight, I will show you how vulnerable Xu Qingmu is!"

Wen Lun clutched his bleeding nostrils, his eyes flickered non-stop, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Xuan Jinghuan glared at Wen Lun again, and said: "You have been drained of all your spiritual power by him, you are a waste who has been expelled from the teacher's school and no one cares about it! You have nothing! You are willing not to watch him die Idiot. If you have the guts to start, you have to have the guts to keep doing it!"

After finishing speaking, Xuan Jinghuan walked away.

That night, when the moon was in the sky, Xuan Jinghuan climbed to the highest peak of Qiyun Mountain alone.

The altar for casting the curse has been set up, and there is a huge lotus imprint on the open space. In the middle of the lotus stamen is a delicate wood-carved lotus, and on the periphery of the lotus imprint, there is a circle painted The black flag of the strange totem was fluttering against the night wind.

This is Gongshumen's Blood Lotus Curse, which requires a lot of spiritual power to implement, otherwise it will be difficult to succeed.And once it succeeds, the cursed person will suffer from the evil spirit eating meat every night, and the places bitten by the ghost will be covered with sores and gangrene. Become a pile of rotten meat.

Moreover, as long as the spiritual power of the cursed person is strong enough and the resentment is deep enough, this curse can still be carried to the next life with the cursed person's soul.

The Blood Lotus Curse is the most poisonous and ruthless spell under Gongshu's sect, not one of them.It is not easy to use if you are not taking your wife and killing your son, destroying your family and destroying your family, or hating your country and your family.

Actually, Xuan Jinghuan and Xu Qingmu didn't have that much enmity, but he just couldn't get angry.Everyone laughed at him, thinking that he was inferior to Xu Qingmu, Wen Lun, Master Zhao, and those silly netizens... Even his father was talking about how powerful Xu Qingmu was.

He just doesn't believe in evil, so he wants to compare Xu Qingmu.

Xuan Jinghuan's mind appeared in Xu Qingmu's face, which was called the "banished fairy", and he wanted to know.What an interesting look it would be if this "banished immortal" had sores all over his face.

Just such an interesting sight was worth his risk.

It's a pity that no one else can appreciate the feat of this moment with him.

Many of the former disciples who followed and worshiped him betrayed him, and that coward Wen Lun even packed up his bags and fled overnight.

a bunch of idiots.

Xuan Jinghuan cursed secretly, lifted the hem of the Taoist robe, and walked slowly to the middle of the lotus.He took out the hair wrapped in yellow paper from his arms, held it between two fingers, and quickly made a tactic with the other hand, so the yellow paper in his hand ignited a fire.

He threw the burning yellow paper on top of the carved wood lotus. When the flames were burning the most, Xuan Jinghuan bit his index finger and dripped a drop of blood into the flames.

That small drop of blood erupted with dazzling light, and the light spread from the stamen of the lotus imprint, and flashed across the entire lotus in an instant, the huge lotus imprint turned into a ghostly blood red, and everyone around The runes on the circled black flag also glowed dark red at the same time.

Xuan Jinghuan's pupils were also so blood red, staring at the fire, his face was no longer as handsome as before, and became especially ferocious and strange.

Then, he gently opened his lips and chanted a mantra in a low voice.

"Hundred ghosts and demons, these are my enemies. Listen to my orders and rely on them. Eat their flesh and blood, eat their bones and sleep their skin."

The faster he chanted the spell, the blood lotus became more and more red, the wind blew up, the bright moon was finally covered by dark clouds, and clusters of ghost energy began to gather around him.

But he wasn't afraid at all, instead he was extremely proud, with a smile on his lips, and continued to repeat the curse of hatred.

As the flames burned more and more intensely, Xu Qing's wooden face appeared in the flames, indistinct and floating.Clouds of ghost energy saw this man's face, like a dog looking at food after a long time of hunger, rushed up one after another.

There was a smile on the corner of Xuan Jinghuan's mouth, and when he was about to say the word "go", Xu Qingmu in the center of the flame suddenly smiled at him.

Xuan Jinghuan was shocked.

How can this be?This is just a phantom formed by Xu Qingmu's hair, how could it be possible to look at him and smile?

He thought he was dazzled, but the figure in the flames was indeed smiling.

The smile seemed to be a warning, but it also seemed to be a mockery.

Xuan Jinghuan thought, perhaps Xu Qingmu had sensed what he was doing, and seemed to be trying to protect himself.

But he doesn't care.

Go to hell!Xuan Jinghuan cursed in his heart.

He has never lost since he was a child, how could he lose to someone who has been stupid for more than ten years?

So, he also smiled at the phantom, and chanted the spell for the last time, and then, his blood-red eyeballs dimmed, pointing at the phantom, he shouted sharply: "Go!"

Groups of ghost aura seemed to have received a great reward, they screamed excitedly, and then rushed towards the flame like a hurricane.

"It's done hahahaha!" Xuan Jinghuan raised his head and laughed, the burning fire reflected his ferocious face like an evil ghost.

The night in Lingyun Mountain is quiet and quiet.

Song Jue was still working at the desk, Bai Meimei quietly played with educational toys behind him, while Xu Qingmu slept on Song Jue's sofa as usual.

Suddenly, Bai Meimei jumped up from the ground and flew in front of Xu Qingmu in the blink of an eye.

Song Jue looked back, then steered the wheelchair to Xu Qingmu's side, and asked Bai Meimei, "What's wrong?"

Bai Meimei had no time to answer, but bared her teeth at the door and made a low threatening sound.

He looks much better now, without a mouthful of fangs, and even the threat has become extremely weak, but he can still feel his tension.

Song Jue hurriedly went to see Xu Qingmu.

Xu Qingmu, who was still asleep, frowned slightly, looking a little uncomfortable.

Song Jue stretched out his hand carefully, and touched Xu Qingmu's forehead, and at this moment, Xu Qingmu suddenly opened his eyes.

Song Jue couldn't take back the eagerness and worry in his eyes, so he met Xu Qingmu so unexpectedly, and both of them saw their shadow in each other's pupils.

They all felt that this concerned look was a little too much, but before they had time to think about it, Bai Meimei raised the toy sword in her hand and yelled suddenly.At the same time as he was yelling, a gust of wind blew up and slammed the doors and windows, as if countless hands were pawing at the doors and windows.Then, there was a scream of people who didn't know whether it was a ghost or a ghost.

Crying, roaring, laughing wildly, moaning, making people's headaches splitting, those are the strange noises that can only be made when a hundred ghosts are entangled.

Bai Meimei's gray face was about to turn pale with fright.

Xu Qingmu sat up neatly and said, "Here we come."

After a pause, Xu Qingmu smiled again, and said softly: "He is a little stronger than I imagined."

Song Jue pursed his lips lightly, somewhat unable to conceal the worry in his heart.After all, what Xu Qingmu often said was: too weak.

But Xu Qingmu was still very relaxed, and smiled and hooked his fingers to Song Jue, and said, "Let me take a sip of Yao Yinzi."

Song Jue: ...

Xu Qingmu didn't wait for him to answer, he had already grabbed the hem of his clothes, then leaned up to him, buried the tip of his nose between his neck, and took a deep breath.

It was only that much, and he was about to bite Song Jue's main artery.

Song Jue stiffened all of a sudden, but Xu Qingmu didn't notice it, and still closed his eyes and sniffed lightly.

He is used to burning cypress incense, while Song Jue often uses cologne, the combination of these two faint smells suddenly has a strong and wonderful feeling.After taking a few breaths, Xu Qingmu felt comfortable all over his body, and his dantian was filled with a wave of spiritual energy.

"Refreshing." Xu Qingmu spat again, squinted his eyes and stretched like a cat, then sat cross-legged on the sofa, ignoring Song Jue who had been sucked dry by him.

Song Jue clenched his fist lightly, with no expression on his face, even pretending to be a little disgusted.

In fact, it felt like being scratched by a cat's paw, itching and numb, and a sentence was playing in a loop in my mind.

And...a little...cute.

The "kinda cute" Xu Qingmu had already put away his cat-like expression, and his eyes suddenly became very dangerous.He picked up Bai Meimei, who was dancing with a toy sword, and stuffed it into Song Jue's arms, stood up and stood in front of them, staring at the door and window that was shaking constantly.

Then Xu Qingmu took out a piece of talisman paper from his bosom, and muttered something in his mouth.He raised his hand and threw the talisman paper into the air, and the talisman paper ignited in mid-air. As it landed slowly, a golden light shone from the flame, and Xuan Jinghuan's face faintly appeared in it.

As the talisman paper fell, the strange screams outside the window gradually subsided, and when the paper completely fell to the ground, the gust of wind stopped and everything returned to calm.

Xu Qingmu stretched again and said, "It's all right."

Song Jue still frowned, and said a little worriedly: "Can you see what kind of spell it is?"

Xu Qingmu shrugged and said, "I don't know yet, but it should be a pretty strong spell."

Song Jue stared at his back without blinking, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Just kidding." Xu Qingmu snorted softly, turned his head and smiled at Song Jue, and said, "With Boss Song's peerless medicine introduction, what is a mere Xuan Jinghuan? Right?"

After speaking, Xu Qingmu smiled at Song Jue, that smile was so bright that it could dispel the coldness of the whole night.

Song Jue suddenly choked for breath.

Not a little cute.

It's... a lot of cuteness.