All the people in the small Taoist temple are not human

The zombie paper figures piled up at the door stopped moving, and new zombies stepped on their bodies and came in.The beans rolled desperately, but the effect was limited. They could only make the lying zombies move smoothly, and they couldn't make the zombies stepping on the bodies of their companions fall down.

Seeing the zombies approaching Cheng Xinghai step by step, the old ghost on the courtyard wall smiled sinisterly.

With Cheng Xinghai's advanced cultivation base, his brain must be delicious.

Just imagining it made him salivate, and he couldn't help smacking his lips.The next second, a cold gaze looked at him. The old ghost looked back timidly, saw Yuan Ji's gloomy eyes, and was so startled that he fell directly from the courtyard wall to the ground, just in time to be kicked by his own zombie. Stepped on the face.

The old ghost was so angry that he tore up the paper zombie.

Wucheng laughed when he saw it, and Aunt Xue possessed her body: "The flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple, and my family beat my family hahahaha..."

The old ghost Ji Yuanji stood beside him, not daring to stare at him, and ran away with the wall-penetrating technique.

Who is that kid?Why does it look scarier than Cheng Xinghai?

No, no, Cheng Xinghai's fearfulness is comparable to his!

The old ghost hid back to the vegetable shop, always feeling that the name "Yuan Ji" sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

At this time, the second zombie also stepped on the body of its companion and approached Cheng Xinghai.

When Chai Jixiang saw these zombie paper figurines turning purple, he felt awe-inspiring, and reminded Cheng Xinghai: "This group is compared with purple zombies, and they are the most vicious zombies under flying zombies, fellow daoists, deal with them carefully."

Cheng Xinghai signaled him to rest assured, and clapped his hands to the white radishes lying on the ground: "Get up and work."

The white radish seemed to have life in an instant. It stood up from the ground and grew thin black limbs like cartoons. Lively little kids.

Wu Cheng rubbed his arms, and muttered in a low voice: "I don't know why, but we always feel weird here."

Chai Jixiang looked at the lively white radish at his feet, and said in shock: "I never thought that even such a profound spirit granting technique would not be difficult for Fellow Daoist Cheng."

The so-called spirit granting technique is to temporarily open up the spiritual intelligence of creatures that have not yet developed spiritual intelligence, and drive them to use for themselves.Ninety-nine out of ten people are stumped just by opening their intelligence, let alone letting these intelligent creatures be driven by them.

But all the carrots in front of Cheng Xinghai did it.

They stood obediently in front of Cheng Xinghai, the stick figures on their faces seemed to be smiling, like kindergarten children waiting for the teacher to speak.

Cheng Xinghai took out his homework book and quickly wrote something on it.

Shan Fu stretched out his head to look, and said in surprise, "This is a fire-gathering talisman? Fellow Daoist, it has to be written on yellow paper with cinnabar. I have it here."

The fire-gathering talisman can spontaneously ignite without a kindling, and the high-quality fire-gathering talisman can even control the size and burning speed of the flame on the talisman, and can be used as a torch.

Shan Fu was taught to draw talismans on yellow paper with cinnabar. He thought Cheng Xinghai would take out his homework book because he didn't have these two things, so he hurriedly took out the fire talisman in his bag.

"No, keep it for yourself." Without raising his head, Cheng Xinghai quickly finished drawing five fire talismans on his homework book, tore them off and rolled them into small tubes, handed them to the five little carrot men in front of him, and pointed at the approaching zombies. , "Burn it!"

The naive white radishes turned around in unison, and the grinning expression of Cheng Xinghai just now became fierce in an instant. He raised the fire talisman in his hand and went straight to the zombie: "Come on the duck!"

Under the childish and imposing shouts of the little radishes, the fire spotters in their hands ignited under the control of Cheng Xinghai.

Although the old ghost hiding in the vegetable shop is not on the scene, he can observe the situation here through the zombie paper man under his control.

Seeing this scene, he sneered disdainfully.

These zombie paper figurines are extremely yin qi, it is impossible to burn them with ordinary yang fire, Cheng Xinghai's efforts are in vain.

However, before he finished his thought, the carrot and the paper man met, and the flame ignited the hem of the paper man's clothes, and surged up like a sky monkey, wrapping the zombie paper man in it.

The zombie paper doll showed its original appearance in the fire. It was an ordinary paper doll commonly used in funerals. This scene just flashed by, and the raging fire burned a zombie paper doll to nothing but ashes in the blink of an eye.

The old ghost was dumbfounded, until the second purple zombie paper figurine was burnt out, he had no choice but to believe the scene in front of him, and controlled the purple zombie to retreat, avoiding the fire talisman in Carrot's hand.

These radishes are all formed by the condensation of his Yin Qi, they are not real radishes at all.Although I don't know what method Cheng Xinghai used to control these radishes, since it's his yin energy, he can control them.

As soon as the old ghost had a thought, the radish warriors who were bravely burning the zombies in the small courtyard stopped.

Wucheng let out a "huh": "Am I dazzled? Why do you think our radishes are a bit blurry, as if they are about to drift away from the fog?"

"It's not an illusion, it's that old ghost playing tricks." Chai Jixiang was annoyed that he couldn't help because of his superficial cultivation.

Cheng Xinghai also noticed that his connection with the radishes had weakened, so he strengthened his control over the radishes according to the magic spell in his memory.

As his thoughts deepened, the old ghost only felt a pain in his head, and then lost control of the radish's yin energy.

The power of heaven and earth descended on the courtyard, and the piercing yin energy surrounding everyone was dispelled, allowing them to even breathe much more smoothly.

The Yin Qi radishes became real radishes with the infusion of the power of heaven and earth, and bravely set fire to the zombies in the small courtyard.

They are short in stature and scurry about in the courtyard flexibly.Although the zombie paper figurines got the old ghost's order to dodge, the little radishes also jumped up on the spot under Cheng Xinghai's control. Their slender arms grabbed the zombie's ankles, and they lit the fire with a stretch of their hands.

When the purple zombie fell to the ground, it was burnt until only a few bamboo frames remained.

For a moment, the small courtyard was filled with flames, and the tall and terrifying zombies were constantly being lit, making crackling noises, accompanied by the laughter of the children who couldn't understand, it was very strange.

The fire in the courtyard was raging, bringing a scorching breath to this cold place.Seeing this one-sided advantage, Wucheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Xinghai is amazing, I didn't realize that you are still a Taoist master, how long have you been studying?"

Cheng Xinghai thought about it carefully: "One week."

"Then you are a genius!" Wu Cheng and the others didn't take it seriously, thinking that Cheng Xinghai was joking.

Taking advantage of the turnips killing the enemy, Chai Jixiang finally had the opportunity to ask Cheng Xinghai about other matters: "Fellow Daoist just said that you are from the Temple of Anning, is it the Temple of Anning on the Anning Mountain outside Lanshui City?"

Cheng Xinghai nodded.

Shan Fu was stunned: "Isn't that already abandoned?"

"I just inherited it from my grandfather."

Chai Jixiang thought to himself that it was the origin of his family education, no wonder he had such cultivation at such a young age.He looked at Cheng Xinghai appreciatively: "Then I should call Guanzhu Cheng respectfully. When the Guanzhu entered Anning Mountain, what happened? To tell you the truth, we suspect that the ghost king of Anning Mountain who made trouble back then is hiding in Anning Mountain."

Cheng Xinghai: "I actually killed a man who claimed to be the Ghost King of Anning Mountain. I don't know if it was the one you mentioned."

Chai Jixiang was startled: "You killed him? When?"

Cheng Xinghai calculated the time and told the truth.

Shan Fu quickly took out his mobile phone and found that it happened to be the night when the ghost king's soul lamp in Anning Mountain went out.

He and Chai Jixiang looked at each other, both felt that it was impossible to do it at Cheng Xinghai's age.

But then the two of them looked at the small courtyard that had turned into a sea of ​​flames, looked at the zombie paper figurines that had turned into ashes, and felt that only someone with Cheng Xinghai's level of cultivation could subdue a ghost like the Ghost King of Anning Mountain.

"Cheng Guanzhu is really young and promising!" Chai Jixiang was full of admiration.

Shan Fu even admired Cheng Xinghai a little bit.

"It's not bad." Cheng Xinghai knew that he was excellent, but to him, the Ghost King of Anning Mountain was defeated in a few punches, and he wasn't such a difficult ghost to deal with. He couldn't bear such praise from Chai Jixiang and the other two.

Seeing that these senior brothers are all loyal people, Cheng Xinghai happened to want to ask them for help, "By the way, two priests, where did you order the statues in your temple? The Temple of Peace has been abandoned for too long, and the statues are broken Seriously, I want to get a new batch."

"That's easy to say, I'll introduce the craftsman to you later. I heard from my master that the Temple of Peace was also a famous Taoist temple in Lanshui City at the beginning, but it's a pity that the younger generations are lonely because they are not here. Now there is a talented person like Cheng Daoyou as successor, presumably the future is boundless. "Chai Jixiang sighed.

The Anning Temple has been closed for many years, and many people of the younger generation only learned of its existence when they were chasing the ghost king of Anning Mountain.

Shanfu was a latecomer, not as clear as Chai Jixiang, and asked curiously: "Cheng Guanzhu, who is the master of the Anning Temple?"

"According to the records in the temple, the one enshrined is the ancestor Shui Yinran." Cheng Xinghai had just finished speaking, when he saw that Chai Jixiang and Shan Fu's expressions were not very good, he asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong?"

According to ancient records, Shui Yinran was originally a Taoist priest of Huoju, the ancestor of his maternal ancestor's family.Before he attained the Tao, he recruited many disciples, preached and received his karma, and after he attained the Tao and became a fairy, his descendants established the An Ning Temple to worship Shui Yinran, and Shui Yinran also protected them.

Shan Fu said in a low voice: "Friend Cheng Dao, it's best not to call the patriarch by his first name, but usually by his honorific title."

Cheng Xinghai is as good as others: "I worship the patriarch Shui Wudao Lord."

Yuan Ji tugged at the hem of his clothes, raised his head to protect himself, "Xinghai can call whatever he wants, calling Shui Yinran is to give him face."

Shan Fu wanted to cover his mouth, but for some reason, he just didn't have the courage.

Chai Jixiang also hurriedly pleaded guilty: "Children are ignorant, and children speak without restraint. Don't blame anything, and don't be upset by the patriarch."

Yuan Ji snorted angrily.

The god statue far away in the main hall of Mount Anning suddenly trembled, and a crack appeared on the tall clay sculpture, as if it was frightened by something just now.

The dust that had accumulated on the statue for many years was shaking all over the room. Qunqun, who was cleaning the temple, looked up suspiciously, but found nothing. She thought that she was so busy that she felt dazed. Besides Hao Shuai, there is a third person.

The author has something to say:

Cheng Xinghai: My ancestor is Shui Yinran

Shui Yinran: No, no, you are my ancestor!

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