The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

Finding the wrong resentment node, the effect is equivalent to challenging a dragon at the first level.

As soon as Fu slapped the big banyan tree, Song Bai felt that something was wrong, and instead of stopping the wildly coiled white hanging rope, he was aroused with resentment.

Oops!

wrong!

The power of the snake-like white hanging rope and banyan tree roots soared more than three times, and the normal mode switched to hell mode instantly!

The ground vibrated, and the tiles on both sides of the alley rustled like rain. Song Bai fled while hiding from the tiles.

Under the pitch-black old banyan tree, countless hanging ropes gather, and the white hanging ropes and tree roots are twisted into a ball, as thick as a python.

Song Bai raised his head and saw the bundled hanging ropes hovering upright, coming down from the dark sky, feeling oppressive, and his breathing was tight.

He was just trying to save himself by trying to catch the ducks on the shelves, but who would have thought that he would find the wrong node and hit him head-on with a sling thicker than his waist, he thought he was completely cold.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when the sling was about to be shot, his neck suddenly became hot, and then a golden light flashed.

boom!

When the hanging rope hit Song Bai, it was like hitting a golden bell, and the roar shook the sky.

The vibrating golden light directly cleared the field for five meters.

The roar stopped, and Song Bai looked at his neck in disbelief.

There is a new amulet he bought in Baolingfang, which is exuding a golden light.

Countless pieces of golden light condensed the armor into pieces, covering him in circles, forming an indestructible golden armor.

Le Ning couldn't bear to look straight at it, and felt that Song Bai was a bit like a shining golden light bulb.

But Song Bai didn't think so, he thought this thing was amazing!

His amulet was so worth buying!It is really life-saving!

Just when he was holding the baby amulet, his chest was pumped up, and he was about to turn against the wind, the miasma-breaking formation was working again, and the white light pointed to the real node!

It's not an old banyan tree, but an ordinary white porcelain teapot the size of a palm on the side stone railing.

It just happened that there was too much battle just now, and the flying sling hit the teapot, and the body of the pot shook and fell down with a crash.

"do not!!"

Song Bai rushed forward instinctively, there was still a glimmer of life in the knot of resentment.

The knots are broken, and the resentment is tied to death, they will never even think about going out in this life!

Just when Song Bai's eyes were tearing apart, he felt that God must be playing with him.

A hand with well-defined bones suddenly appeared, right under the teapot, lifted it up slightly, and held the teapot firmly.

Got it!

Song Bai was moved to tears.

The white porcelain teapot was held in long white hands.

He swears!This is the best looking hand he has ever seen!

Looking up, this man has delicate features and looks like he is only twenty years old.

However, this man...

Le Ning supported the teapot with one hand, and put down the little boy dragged back from the root of the banyan tree with the other.

The little boy looked terrified, and collapsed to the ground as soon as his toes hit the ground.

Just now, when the person next to him said that he had found the wrong one, the ropes coiled around broke through the circle of the master's talisman, and quickly submerged him and dragged him away, so fast that he thought he would never see the sun today again.

Unexpectedly, the boss next to him didn't know what he had done, but he caught him before he was dragged into the banyan tree!

Thinking of the big guy kicking away the thick tree roots and the hanging rope, he couldn't help but look at the person in admiration, and then found that the big guy was silently looking at him with his eyes downcast, with a touch of disgust in his eyes.

Inexplicably understanding the meaning of the master, the little boy hurriedly got up from the ground with his limp legs, and shrank to the side to stand.

Seeing that the person got up, Le Ning turned his gaze to the other person, looked at the posture of the person throwing himself on the ground, and raised his eyebrows.

Touching Le Ning's eyes, Song Bai, who was staring at the knot of resentment, suddenly remembered that he was lying on the ground, with his limbs sticking to the ground.

……

After a moment of silence, he simply put his hands together and bowed upwards, "I wish you a happy new year!"

Le Ning endured it for a while, and decided to save face, trying not to laugh.

Song Bai grinned and got up, beckoning to Le Ning, "My name is Song Bai, from the Department of Strange News."

Although he had previously identified him as a liar, Song Bai had seen a lot of turmoil and was not embarrassed at all.

Anyway, as long as he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Instead of embarrassment, he took the opportunity to invite, "I didn't expect you to have some skills. We have already gone through a life-and-death relationship. Next time we go on a mission together."

Le Ning has never seen someone so familiar, and didn't answer the question of going out together, just asked Song Bai,

"Your talisman... did you buy it from Baolingfang?"

"How do you know?" Song Bai seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly held his precious talisman vigilantly.

"Have you seen this too? Although you still have some skills, let's make it clear that the one with the highest price gets the treasure. I'll buy it all. Don't try to snatch it!"

……

He didn't need to grab the talisman he drew several years ago.

He was just a little curious, "How much did you spend?"

"20!" Song Bai was very proud.

Two, ten, ten thousand.

Thinking of the five zeros trailing behind Er, and the combined cost of the materials sent by the owner of Baolingfang, which was less than 2 yuan, Le Ning looked at Song Bai with pity.

What kind of pure injustice is this.

For the sake of Song Bai's heart, Le Ning didn't tell him the truth of the matter, but gestured to the porcelain pot in his hand instead.

"Let's look at the resentment node."

Speaking of resentment, Song Bai immediately stretched his neck,

"Look, hurry up, it's really weird, it's the tree that is the monster, why is the miasma knotted on the teapot, isn't this a trap for me?"

Le Ning didn't want to talk too much with Yuan Zhong, so he directly made a trick to break the miasma and hit it on the teapot.

The dense black threads entangled around the porcelain pot slowly spread out, like a mess of threads soaked in water, all of which were tied to the old banyan tree.

Le Ning also pointed like a knife, cutting off all lines of grievance like a mess.

Zheng!

The lines of resentment spread out one after another like broken strings, and were carried through him by the cold wind.

Le Ning's fingers curled up, catching a few dark strands of resentment, fragments of memory flashed, and passed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

A long time ago, when there were no alleys and only two or three low houses, the banyan tree grew here, but it was just a sapling at that time.

At that time, someone always took a teapot to water him instead of a bucket.

Later, the person disappeared, but the teapot fell beside the tree. When it rained or dew accumulated, the water dripped down the spout and fell to the root of the tree. Day after day, I worked diligently.

As spring goes and autumn comes, the small saplings become towering trees.

Under the scorching sun, the alley is cool under the shade of the big banyan tree.

In the sunset, children climb and play, and in the flood, they support the displaced and helpless victims.

Year after year, some people are born, some people die, and the big banyan tree gradually produces a little bit of wisdom.

Arriving here, the black and white world in the image of resentment gradually changed and began to take on color.

The land turned dark brown, the leaves became emerald green, and smiles appeared on the faces of all kinds of people, as if everything was given life.

However, at some point, a group of people came, carrying buzzing chainsaws, and driving big roaring trucks.

The crown-like branches and leaves were chopped off, the thick trunks were cut across, the ground was covered with emerald green leaves, and the air was full of the smell of cut wood.

In the end all that remained was a huge disk of gnarled white stump, like a silent but bloody wound.

It seems that even the air is full of reluctance, can't let go, and can't move.

The crane lifted the last stump, the sling smashed the pot buried in the soil next to the root, and the grudge was settled.

……

The resentment dissipated along with the line of resentment, and the dark alley returned to its original appearance.

One night has passed, and the deserted alley in the early morning is covered with withered and yellow leaves.

Le Ning recovered from the entangled memories, and looked at the place that belonged to the old banyan tree.

Even the roots have been dug away, leaving only a huge deep pit, with a pile of people who have been sucked in by the malaise, and some of them still have chainsaws in their hands.

On the slope of the deep pit, a small sapling stood in the morning wind, with a pile of celadon shards wrapped around its roots.

Le Ning walked down to the bottom of the pit, smoothed his pants and squatted in front of the young sapling, feeling that it was still not comfortable enough, so he simply sat down on the floor, "Are you still complaining?"

The small sapling was blown by the wind and rustled softly. Most people would only regard it as the sound of the wind blowing, but ignored the ethereal thoughts in it.

"How can I not complain." The tree rustled and sighed, "But those people are all foreigners and don't know me. Cutting trees is also their livelihood."

It's just a pity that I didn't say goodbye in the end.

The roots of the sapling gathered the tiles together, "Forget it, it's good now."

Le Ning sighed, the cultivation of vegetation and human form is originally against the sky, and it is fate every year.

He thought for a while, then signaled to Song Bai the people at the bottom of the pit, "How do you usually deal with these people?"

Miasma of resentment arrests people, even one a day, it has been more than ten days. Although these people have no external injuries, they have been eroded by resentment for a long time, and their anger has been absorbed, and they will be sick for a few days at least.

However, the accumulation of hundreds of years was wiped out in a few hours.

Although Song Bai is a half-hearted monk, he spends time in the Department of Strange News every day and sees it too much. "Usually people from the department take them back, recite the purification mantra to get rid of bad luck, and then let them go home."

People's affairs are easy to arrange, but when it's the tree's turn, he hesitates, "But the tree..."

The evil spirits should be cleaned up logically, but the banyan tree itself was cut down.

Without the body, and without the aggressive resentment, there is only a sliver of spiritual wisdom left, which makes people feel a little bit reluctant to deal with it.

Le Ning looked at the sapling in the wind, "Let me handle it."

Song Bai didn't hesitate this time, although he wasn't too happy that Le Ning was better than him, but Le Ning's eyes were clear and he didn't look like someone who was going on an evil path.

Breaking through the miasma of resentment and saving his life, a ghost with a crippled sense, just take it away.

"Yes, yes, but you have to keep a record. This is what our ministry requires."

"Okay." Le Ning nodded, very cooperative.

Song Bai took out his mobile phone casually, "Then give me a call."

Le Ning looked at his cell phone.

He was only looking for good luck, and he forgot to buy a mobile phone again.

"I just went down the mountain..."

Song Bai suddenly realized that he understands this!

He had never heard of any powerful monks near Rongcheng before, and he could easily find the node of resentment. He must be an old guy who practiced in seclusion.

He looks young on the surface, maybe it's because of his beauty.

In their line of work, no one has encountered some strange people and strange things.

Cultivators who practice seclusion or old monsters who have been dreaming for decades, don't know how normal a mobile phone is!

It's normal for an old guy of decades to be better than him!

Song Bai, who felt that he had touched the key, was instantly refreshed, and showed the patience of teaching the uncivilized old antique, "This is called a mobile phone, and it's the kind..."

……

Le Ning: "I live in seclusion, not in a cave on the top of a mountain."