After marrying into a wealthy family, my little Taoism became popular

Worried that the recording effect of the mobile phone was not good, Si White slowed down his speech and spit out every word in a straight voice.

"...Cruel and merciless! It's outrageous!"

Zhu Cheng's face gradually darkened: "Are you just here to play tricks?"

Si Huai immediately said, "No, I'm here to do justice for the heavens and eliminate harm for the people."

He paused, and said slowly: "By the way, it will boost the country's GDP!"

Lu Xiuzhi, who accidentally caught a glimpse of his small movements: "..."

Zhu Cheng's face was black: "The teeth are sharp."

He slowly unfolded the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner in his hand, and made a tactic with one hand.

The many ghosts behind Si Huai stopped wandering aimlessly and lined up in an orderly manner, like a ghost reading ceremony.

Feeling the dark wind, Si Huai turned his head, and the tongue of the long-tongued ghost was already approaching his eyes.

He could clearly see that the back of the tongue was covered with a layer of white coating, and the tip of the tongue was still dripping with foul-smelling saliva.

Si Huai was so smoked that his eyes hurt, he subconsciously grabbed Lu Xiuzhi's arm, and led him to avoid the long tongue ghost's tongue.

The moment he dodged his tongue, another ghost attacked. He looked normal, and there was nothing smelly or dirty on his body, so Si Huai stood up and took a breath, slowing down the disgusting smell of the tongue ghost.

Seeing this, Li Gui made claws with both hands, and grabbed Si Huai's heart directly. The moment he touched Si Huai's body, a burst of hot Yang Qi enveloped his hands, and then his arms were burned to ashes.

In the blink of an eye, four or five ghosts floated in front of Si Huai.

Si Huai didn't feel much about these ghosts, mainly because some ghosts were so disgusting that he couldn't bear it.

Zhu Cheng, who was standing in front of the altar and commanding, could also see that Si Huai's body was his best magic weapon, and he would not be afraid of any evil spirits.

He narrowed his eyes, and slowly shifted his gaze to the man in suit standing beside Si Huai.

Zhu Cheng put the Wangui Banner on the altar and made a formula with both hands.

The ghosts divided into two groups, one group attacked Si Huai, and the other group attacked Lu Xiuzhi, pulling the distance between the two of them apart.

Si Huai's expression changed, no matter how ugly or stinky these ghosts were, he quickly ran towards Lu Xiuzhi.

He couldn't run with the floating ghosts on his two legs, and suddenly five or six ghosts surrounded Lu Xiuzhi.

Zhu Cheng smiled sadly: "Si Huai, you..."

The next second, the smile on his face froze.

Lu Xiuzhi raised his hand lightly, and the ghosts surrounding him disappeared.

Si Huai breathed a sigh of relief, walked to Lu Xiuzhi's side, and subconsciously took his hand.

The fingertips touched the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, and it was the first time that Si Huai felt warmth from Lu Xiuzhi.

"Is this some kind of magic weapon?"

Lu Xiuzhi said flatly, "Relic."

Si Huai still knew what a relic was, but it was the first time he saw it in his life, so he lowered his head and took a second look.

Seeing that he liked it, Lu Xiuzhi pursed his lips and asked, "Would you like it?"

Si Huai was stunned for a moment, glanced to see if Zhu Cheng had escaped, saw him standing in front of the altar, and then took the time to answer Lu Xiuzhi's question: "Do you have many?"

Lu Xiuzhi: "Not now."

Si Huai said casually, "Then we'll talk about it later when you have it."

After all, the relic is a magic weapon for protecting oneself.

I don't know how many ghosts the Wangui Banner has taken in, some of them scattered out of their wits, and another one came out again.

Si Huai frowned, and said in a trick: "The sky is dark and the fields are vast, where is Xiaoqing..."

Not long after, Xiaoqing appeared next to Si Huai, looking at the sky full of ghosts and ghosts, as if he had entered a candy house.

Hearing Si Huai's incantation, Zhu Cheng raised his head and saw a little ghost beside him, and asked gloomily, "Are you really a righteous Taoist priest?"

"You people of the righteous way actually drive ghosts?"

Si Huai retorted: "What is the reason, Xiaoqing is here to help."

Xiaoqing puffed out her small chest: "I'm here to help Si Huai."

Si Huai: "One is active and the other is passive. I rely on my personal charm, and you rely on crooked methods. Don't confuse the two of us."

Xiaoqing swallowed a ghost in one gulp, nodded again and again: "That's right."

One person, one ghost, one singing and one harmony, Zhu Cheng's face turned blue, and the speed of his hands getting faster, the black and red blood in the vat in front of him rolled more and more intensely, bubbling out bubbling.

After pinching his hands, Zhu Cheng picked up the dagger on the altar and cut his palm. As the blood dripped, a three-headed and six-armed blood corpse slowly sat up from the vat, and one of the heads belonged to Zhang Liang.

Si Huai frowned, suspecting that the wanted criminal saw that he loved cleanliness and hygiene, and made this kind of thing specially to disgust him.

"Director!"

Suddenly, Taoist Fang's voice came from the direction of the stone formation.

Si Huai turned his head, only to see Daoist Fang and others rushing over, each holding a magic weapon, fighting against many ghosts from the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner.

Seeing more and more people, the corners of Zhu Cheng's mouth became wider and wider: "It's just in time."

He dipped his finger in blood and quickly drew a blood curse on the outer wall of the vat. The three-headed and six-armed blood corpse in the vat suddenly stood up and stepped out of the vat. The moment the blood on his body fell to the ground, the withered yellow grass seemed to be scorched by sulfuric acid. As if burned, it first turned black and then turned into ashes.

His body is also pieced together by various ghosts, like an upgraded version of a meatball, not only has limbs, but also has the function of corroding blood.

The blood corpse attacked Si Huai straight, and Si Huai was disgusted to dodge a few meters.

Taking another two or three steps back, Si Huai stepped on the ground and almost fell down, but fortunately Lu Xiuzhi pulled him back.

Si Huai turned his head to look, and there was another dead hole at his feet.

It is much smaller than the one I met on the mountainside before. I don't know if it was there or Zhu Cheng dug it out specially.

In addition to the bones, there were eight children in the death hole this time.

All of them closed their eyes tightly and smiled at the corners of their mouths, as if they had fallen into some illusion.

After a few seconds of breathing, the blood corpse rushed over again.

Si Huai continued to dodge, and at the same time shouted to Daoist Fang: "Daoist Fang, the children are here."

Fang Daochang looked serious, pasted a talisman paper on the sword, and raised the sword to stab the blood corpse.

"Picking the sun from the sky!"

He cut off one of the six arms of the blood corpse with a sword, and the blood corpse paused slightly, then became faster and attacked Si Huai.

Seeing the blood corpse coming towards him again, Si Huai winked at Lu Xiuzhi, signaling that the other party should not approach him, and then led the blood corpse away from the crowd.

Si Huai was in charge of attracting monsters, and Fang Daochang was in charge of attacking.

The rest of the priests, together with Lu Xiuzhi and Xiaoqing, are more than enough to deal with those ghosts. Xiaoqing hides his body and eats among the ghosts. .

Si Huai dodged for a while, and the target of the blood corpse suddenly became Taoist Fang.

Although Fang Daozhang's sword was a little broken, he had no problem dealing with blood corpses for the time being.

"Si Guanzhu, don't worry about me."

Hearing this, Si Huai turned around and rushed to the altar, as long as he caught 40, other things would be solved.

Zhu Cheng stood in front of the altar without raising his head.

Si Huai took two steps and took one step at a time. The moment he got close to Zhu Cheng, he saw that the Yin Qi on his body began to fluctuate, rushing towards his right hand.

Si Huai frowned, and subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it.

The next second, Zhu Cheng turned around, and a sword light from his right hand struck down.

He hid a dagger in his hand.

Seeing Si Huai dodging, Zhu Cheng narrowed his eyes, a little surprised: "Did you see it?"

Si Huai: "I can see the yin in your hand."

Hearing this, Zhu Cheng's expression became more and more shocked, and a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes: "Can you see Yin Qi clearly?"

There are very few people who are born with yin and yang eyes, and there are even fewer Taoist priests with yin and yang eyes. Most Taoist priests even need the help of external objects to see ghosts.

Secondly, there are differences between yin and yang eyes, which can see the soul, see the soul clearly, and see everything in the world...

The higher the talent, the more detailed the vision.

Noticing the jealousy in Zhu Cheng's eyes, Si Huai raised his eyelids, deliberately annoyed him: "No way, no way, no one can't even see Yin Qi clearly, no way."

Zhu Cheng's face turned blue and white, and he jumped with his sword, stabbing Si Huai's neck.

Si Huai dodged, he was not strong enough to catch the sword with his bare hands, and he couldn't fight back for a while, so he could only dodge.

Seeing this scene, the young Taoist priest not far away took off his sword and threw it to Si Huai: "Director Si!"

Si Huai caught the scabbard and was about to draw out the long sword when he heard Zhu Cheng say coldly: "Taiyi Xuanmen sword."

Si Huai was startled, blocked the blow, and took the time to shout to the other Taoist priest: "Fang Taoist priest, you have been stolen!"

Si Huai saw Daoist Fang use the Taiyi Xuanmen sword technique several times.

He easily dodged Zhu Cheng's attack, seized the loophole in the move, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slammed Zhu Cheng's temple with the scabbard.

The temple was hit hard, Zhu Cheng's eyes became blurred, and his body swayed.

Si Huai kicked the man to the ground.

He swung the scabbard and smashed his head and face, always remembering to give the patriarch a face, and said loudly: "This is the sword technique of Daotianguan."

"A sword in the hand of a loving father!"

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