After I faked my death, the magician went crazy

While the headless ghost was hesitating, a childish voice sounded from the body of the locust tree spirit: "Brother, come and teach me how to read, okay?"

This voice is unfamiliar to the headless ghost, he has never heard it before, but to Xu Ming, it is like a voice of hope. I'm studying, okay?"

It's the root of the tree!He wrapped a black hatchet with spiritual silk, and split part of the roots of the locust tree spirit, and saw Li Ziping curled up inside like a baby, holding the witch whistle of his junior brother Qu Hongguang in his hand .

The headless ghost shouted excitedly, "Master Ping!"

The locust tree spirit had noticed something strange, he wanted to close the wound quickly, at the same time, Li Ziping had already stretched out half of his hand.

Xu Ming also leaped over, struck the root of the tree with his palm, and struck again and again, causing the root to crack. This is the most vulnerable place of the locust tree spirit, and it is also the place where he stores his energy. There was a lot of Xu Ming's spiritual power that hadn't been fully digested, and his palm returned all the spiritual power to Xu Ming's body, but fortunately, Xu Ming has returned to normal now, and these spiritual powers will not affect him too much. Surrounded by Xu Ming and Li Ziping, the locust tree essence gradually crumbled into pieces and turned into pieces of wood, and the collapse followed.

Li Ziping could only protect his head instinctively, and turned his back to the wooden block that fell from it. Although he is a monk, his body is still a mortal body, so how could he withstand this beating? I saw that Xu Ming didn't care. He rushed forward without hesitation, but at this moment a piece of wood that fell from the sky had already hit the back of Li Ziping's head, and he suddenly fainted with stares in his eyes.

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When Li Ziping woke up again, Wang Qingqing and his younger brother Qu Hongguang were standing beside the bed...

Wang Qingqing was blushing with embarrassment, feeding herbal juice spoon by spoonful to his mouth, looking at Li Ziping's puzzled eyes, she explained: "The conditions in the village are limited, but luckily all of you suffered from skin trauma, I brought some elixir with me and turned it into a potion." After speaking, he raised the spoon again, wanting to feed Li Ziping spoonful by spoonful.

Li Ziping frowned, unable to figure out where the sun came out from today, he took the medicine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and said bluntly: "Senior Sister Wang, Senior Sister Wang! You can't do it, you can't do it!"

Wang Qingqing looked a little annoyed, pouted, the junior brother Qu Hongguang was helpless standing aside, the whistle had already been hung back around his neck, Li Ziping pinched the junior brother's face and said: "This time, but you stood up Great work, if it weren't for your whistle, we might not be able to find out the weakness of this locust tree spirit."

The little junior brother pinched the whistle with some joy, but became extremely sad again, probably because he remembered his second senior brother, who was still lying in the ice room.

"By the way, where is my master?"

I saw that the young master was helping Xu Ming to push the door in. His complexion looked much better than when he fainted, but his hands were tied tightly. It is said that when he was rescued at the end, he was killed by a locust tree. The essence was smashed and dislocated.

When Li Ziping looked at the master again, there was some inexplicable entanglement in his eyes. Someone who can possess so much devilish energy at the same time and can use the magic tricks would be an inner disciple of the Sanqing Realm Not to mention, it has not been discovered for so many years, and when he fell from the teahouse, he suspected that he was Lang Yuexu, but at this time, it is not easy for him to expose him. The advantage, the second is to expose Lang Yuexu, the unknown spell in his mind may explode again, but let him have no grievances, and feel very awkward when facing this master again, he Properly on the bed, he bowed to the master.

The other party simply nodded, and Wang Qingqing's eyes of admiration towards Xu Ming had disappeared, as if he was just looking at a senior brother, but Li Ziping unexpectedly found that the eyes of joy fell on him?

So what, what's the situation?

The young master Wen was a little speechless. Although he was still a brat, he knew a lot about these people and the world.He slowly poured a cup of tea for Xu Ming, and said, "Senior Sister Wang knows that you saved him, and she feels a lot of gratitude in her heart. Didn't you realize that she didn't call you Nanluding?"

Li Ziping frowned, he is not a furnace, is he?Besides, this Wang Jingjing forcibly gave him a name for no reason, and he never expected her to repay her kindness. Looking at Wang Qingqing's burning eyes, he couldn't stand it anymore. Sister, you should continue to be affectionate Just stare at Master, he has a relatively strong immune system.

Seeing that he was fine, Xu Ming's heart changed.A stone fell to the ground and asked: "Yesterday, my spiritual power was exhausted and my high fever persisted. How did you save me?"

Li Ziping looked around, there were still the young master, the junior brother and Wang Qingqing standing in the room, of course even without them, he didn't want to mention it, so he could only change the topic and pretend he was hungry.

Because the village got rid of the control of the locust tree spirit, every household came out to celebrate with beating gongs and drums. They even killed their own chickens and used them to make chicken soup for the monks who came from the Sanqing Realm. Of course, Baihe The Taoists are no exception.

The locust tree spirit took the three Baihe Dao disciples as grain storage and hid them in the cellar.Although the villagers dared not speak out, when the locust tree spirit was not paying attention, they still secretly sent them water and dry food, allowing them to survive the most difficult few days. Contacted my master, thankfully everyone saved their lives.

After Li Ziping recovered, the three Meng family disciples couldn't wait to meet him and Xu Ming, and wanted to invite them to the White Crane Road and entertain them personally.

The three disciples of Baihe Dao are Meng Pengyi, Meng Renyi, and Meng Xiaoyi. Speaking of which, their skills are not bad, but they were a little weak after fighting with the demon cultivator a few days ago. , then relaxed a little, did not expect to fall into the trap of the locust tree spirit, the three of them couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

The village chief hurriedly comforted them, not to blame them, the village has been controlled by the locust tree spirit for more than ten years, they dare not speak out, they can only do what the locust tree spirit said, otherwise the whole family will suffer Possibly, he was poisoned to death without anyone noticing.

The young master casually took out a large bag of silver from his pocket and threw it to the village chief, saying: "Isn't that ruined temple outside your village quite spiritual? Just because there is no money, it is no longer repaired. What a pity, and, in other words, didn't you get into trouble because of this?"

The village head held the money bag with mixed feelings. The small temple that had been passed down from generation to generation was destroyed in his hands. He was really ashamed of his ancestors, but it was not the same thing to accept other people's money like this.

The young master Wen Dianyou said again: "Don't be embarrassed, the money is not given for free. I will treat it as buying all your land. Do whatever you like to do on weekdays. At the end of the year , pick some good things for me, and just send them over."

The village chief couldn't help being grateful, and wanted to make a big gift, but was stopped by Wen Dianyou. Unexpectedly, at first, he felt that the young master was deadly and unlovable, but he had a sense of justice at the critical moment.

With money, things are easy to do. The village head invited everyone to participate in the ground breaking and rebuilding ceremony of the small temple. There is also an old man's grave that needs to be moved to the small temple.

It was only when Li Ziping and the others arrived at the gate of the small temple that they found out about it. It turned out that it was recorded in the village chronicles kept by the village chief's house that this small temple was built by a man surnamed Meng. The old man paid for the construction. When he saw the poverty in the village, he practiced medicine in the village to save people. He didn't accept money.

The villagers at that time planted some medicinal herbs according to his requirements, but the old man still left, and the medicinal herbs were useless. The mud-walled houses of some villagers are even more accurate. It can be seen that the people here still respected him at that time. Li Ziping wiped the words engraved on it with his sleeve. The words "Meng Yanhua" were written on it.

It looked a little familiar, but for a while, Li Ziping couldn't remember where he had seen this name before, but the pattern under the name attracted his attention even more. Li Ziping followed the direction of the pattern on the tombstone with his fingers, After making gestures one after another, the pattern is actually exactly the same as the one on the black talisman that Elder Jing Long gave to the original owner.

Li Ziping's eyes could no longer tolerate anything else. The village head was happily asking all the monks to cut the ribbon for the small temple, but he didn't hear him. He squatted alone in front of the tombstone, lost in thought...

While everyone was not paying attention, he first returned to the farmer's house where he was temporarily staying.

"Wu Cheng! Wu Cheng! Come out quickly."

The headless ghost was eating half a greasy roast chicken with relish, and ran all the way over, but he was starved to death. Fortunately, Master Ping was careless and put the letter on the desk, so he could find the person accurately.

Li Ziping pulled the chicken leg out of his mouth impatiently, "It's hard to say how many people were there at that time, but now there are no one there, tell me quickly, what did you find in that pharmacopoeia?"

The Headless Ghost turned out the book, pointed to a few pages and said, "Master Ping, do you still remember the day when you worshiped Xu Ming as your master, did your brothers send a lot of books to the room? Here, when you were sleeping late, I flipped through some of the content when I had nothing to do, and I read a lot, but when I read this pharmacopoeia, I found something wrong."

Li Ziping frowned: "Don't talk about sleeping late, let's talk about the key points."

"Each sect and sect have always had very strict requirements, and the habits they have developed over a long period of time are also different. Although some disciples took notes beside those books, most of them are neat and orderly. However, the notes in the pharmacopoeia are very similar to my memories. There is a special symbol inside, although sometimes he will deliberately imitate the way of Sanqingjie, but most of the time, the long-term habit will always be exposed.

Li Ziping thought about it. During the disciple's entrance examination, an elder once said that the spiritual power of the headless ghost he borrowed was more inclined to Baihe Dao, and the headless ghost also said that Xiao Yanhua's writing method was very similar to his brain. Could it be that Wu Cheng is really a descendant of the Meng family?Xiao Yanghua... Xiao Yanghua... Yanghua... Yanhua?Plant herbs?

The monument just now flashed through his mind...