Just in time to catch it and train it into a Dingjia divine general.

It's just that they only go to the entrance of the Longevity Palace an hour or two before dawn to hang around, whisper and complain. Maybe this is a blind spot for their boss, the "God of Wealth", to monitor.

It was almost midnight, and Zhao Zhongxin was meditating until his legs were numb, but he still persisted.

When Lin Zhuming called him up, he staggered a few steps and almost fell down. It took him a long time to regain feeling in his legs.

"It's useless for you to meditate like this. How can you meditate if your qi and blood are not flowing smoothly? Change to a more comfortable position. Don't force it." Lin Zhuming suggested.

"I see, senior brother, you meditate like this."

"I'm used to it, just take your time."

Lin Zhuming was holding a sword and an ox rope around his waist.

If you encounter a bad person, your "Five Elements Sword" can be used.

The art of Five Elements Boxing and Swordsmanship, with a sword is swordsmanship, without a sword it is boxing skills, which is similar to Tai Chi swordsmanship.

He was not afraid of monsters and ghosts, and Lin Zhuming also carried many "evil-repelling talismans" with him.

Lin Zhuming originally liked to walk under the moonlight, but the Wanshou Palace is small and the environment here is full of "wind and grass" at night. It is dark and dark, and there are countless ghosts and ghosts. Lin Zhuming prefers to walk under the moonlight.

For meditation and visualization practice in a quiet room.

Otherwise, you can also take out the "moon mirror" and absorb the moon dew.

Whether it was silver or Jade Emperor Tong Bao, Lin Zhuming had brought it all with him. Who knew whether he was trading with people or with ghosts? After all, it was a ghost market.

Zhao Zhongxin also brought a few magical tools that Taoist priest Zhao Chengwen left for him for self-defense. One of them was a mantra-reciting rosary. He could recite the mantra once and get one bead. Zhao Chengwen could recite the mantra a thousand times, which was enough for Zhao Zhongxin.

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There is also the canopy ruler, which smashes the snake spirit's dragon bones and scatters Daoxing's magic weapon.

The two of them put on their hats and raincoats, which they wear only when it rains.

Then he went out the door.

It's the beginning of late spring. It's not too cold during the day, even a little hot, but it's windy and cold at night.

Lin Zhuming held a revolving lantern in his hand. The light was dim, but it could reflect the dew on the grass.

At this time even the dog fell asleep and stopped barking.

Only the insects were still hiding in the grass and cooing, and there were frogs from time to time, but it was not too noisy.

The two of them walked quickly, and it seemed that an evil ghost could be spotted at any moment on the street corner, or there might be a pair of eyes staring at them everywhere.

Lin Zhuming's inspiration was very high, and he could sense all kinds of "malice", either from under a certain tree, from a certain dim window, or from a passing gust of wind.

Lin Zhuming didn't care, these were just lonely ghosts, coveting the yang energy of the two boys, himself and Zhao Zhongxin.

But these lonely wild ghosts are the most courageless and can only follow the big ghost and eat scraps.

For example, Hu Guangzong was driven by the snake spirit to possess these lonely ghosts and was tortured to death.

"Brother, I feel like something is following us."

"Don't look back." Lin Zhuming said, "Don't be afraid, just recite the True Lord's Baogao."

And this is just in the village.

When we walked out of the village, we saw a short earth temple under a big tree. There were two little ghosts at the door, one holding a pen and the other holding up a book.

In the middle of the Tutu Temple is a cheerful old man, dressed as a foreign minister, sitting on a chair, holding a cane in his hand.
Chapter completed!