Chapter 33 Mochizuki Zhenren Qingmen Wall is 340,000
Although Xiaoyao Duoduo lost her good friend, and we were affected by her sadness, there was no friendship after all, and this sadness was just a foil. In all of our hearts, what is more important is the joy of meeting again after a long separation, and
The joy of surviving the disaster.
However, at this moment, a sloppy old Taoist priest wearing gray robes quietly appeared.
I gently stroked the smooth black hair of Xiaoyao and Duoduo with my hands, and my back straightened instantly.
I was afraid. A shuddering feeling of fear spread from my heart to my whole body. Goosebumps appeared all over my body, one after another. This sloppy old Taoist was about sixty years old, with a monkey-like face.
The eyebrows are high and the eyes are deep, the eyebrows are long and narrow and connected to form a single eyebrow, and there are weird overlapping pupils in the eyes - the Twelve Dharma Schools say that people with this kind of appearance will have bad luck and die young. They are born like little devils and are difficult to deal with.
He is wearing an uneven bun, his hair is pale, and his thick cotton robe is as old as a beggar.
Looking at this image, the information Cao Yanjun provided to me before instantly came to my mind.
Yes, the person who came was none other than Qingxu and Qingdong’s master (Qingxuan was following another master), the number one master of talisman making in Longhu Mountain’s Tianshi Dao, Zhenren Wangyue.
Seeing Master Wangyue slowly walking out of the dark forest, Qingxuan was squirming on the muddy ground and was overjoyed. He stretched out his hand to grab Master Wangyue's Taoist shoes and black trousers, and loudly said, "Uncle, save me." Master Wangyue paused and looked.
He looked at Qingxuan on the ground, then at the fallen Qingxu, Qingdong, and our group, gently but firmly kicked Qingxuan aside, and then walked towards us.
After all, Zamao Xiaodao was a person who was used to seeing things. He put his hands together, cupped his hands as a gift, and sang a promise to the real person Wangyue: "Xiao Keming of Maoshan, I have met the senior Tianshi Dao."
I followed suit and respectfully raised my hands and said, "Miao Jiang Lu Zuo, I have met my predecessors."
I've heard Zamao Xiaodao talk about Taoist matters before. Most of the masters and seniors pay attention to tradition. You must do this kind of etiquette, otherwise you will be looked down upon and uneducated. However, seeing my beloved disciple look like this, Zhenren Wangyue
But he didn't have a good expression, he was as gloomy as if he was about to drip water. He raised his slightly narrow eyebrows and said coldly word for word: "A good Taoist priest can raise such an evil ghost to hurt people if he doesn't do anything. How serious are you guys?"
Do you think that because the poor Taoist dare not meddle in such nosy matters, your cultivation will be ruined?"
My eyelids twitched. Although I knew from this posture that Master Mochizuki had bad intentions, I didn't expect that he would turn the tables and accuse us of raising brats and maliciously hurting people?
This person is really unreasonable!
My heart became gloomy. Being able to teach disciples like Qingxu and Qingdong, among other things, the reputation of Master Mochizuki as a disciple is a sure thing. However, his unreasonable behavior really caught people off guard.
Fortunately, Zamao Xiaodao reacted very quickly. He stood up and stopped in front of me and the two Duoduo, and said with a smile: "Senior, what you said is wrong. My friend raised this ghost because of fate, not because of fate."
It is contaminated with the slightest bit of cause and effect, and this ghost is a lucky star. It is many times more powerful than ordinary ghost-raising techniques. It is close to the origin of Taoism and cannot be compared with the same. If you don’t believe me, you can close your eyes and sense it carefully..."
Master Wangyue snorted coldly: "It's hard to cover up the essence of the devil's crooked ways by talking too much, so why bother talking more?"
Hearing his unreasonable nonsense, I suddenly felt angry.
Although he knew that Mochizuki was deliberately trying to irritate me, he couldn't help but sarcastically say that the magic was like a weapon, but it was a weapon. It just depends on the nature of the person who wields the weapon. Since I debuted, I have never done anything harmful to nature.
It's your precious disciple who caused so many people's corpses to disappear, how many people were separated from their flesh and blood, and countless innocent people died under his hands. If you don't take good care of your disciples, why don't you have the time to talk to me?
Haha, what a joke!
"you!"
When the thin old man in front of me heard these words, he became furious and his eyes were as wide as those of an ox. A huge amount of Taoist power immediately spread from his body, causing us to take several steps back.
I cursed freely, but when I saw this scene, I felt a little panicked: At this moment, we people have no fighting power, and this Master Wangyue has a moody temper, and his Taoism is powerful. If he doesn't care about the old man's
Face, they silenced us, even if I cried, I wouldn’t know where to cry. However, after Mochizuki glared at me fiercely, she didn’t look at me again, but walked to Qingxu’s side and leaned down.
Squat down.
At this time, Qingxu was already in a state of extreme pain, as if he was dead. Only his body was constantly twitching, showing that he was still alive.
Wangyue Zhenren tapped various points on Qingxu's body several times with skillful and precise techniques. Qingxu coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and finally regained consciousness.
Seeing his master in front of him, Qingxu burst into tears. He first confessed, and then put all the blame on the silent Qingdong. After he finished crying, he pointed at us and said that we were all in this group.
Man, he completely ruined his plan to refine the yellow bud nectar golden elixir - he originally planned to dedicate one to your master after completing the elixir.
Qingxu begged Master Wangyue to kill us and avenge the death of Junior Brother Qingdong.
Master Wangyue listened silently and did not speak. A trace of sadness could not help but appear on his stiff face.
After listening, he sighed and said, Qingxu, do you still remember how I persuaded you when I let you go down the mountain? Qingxu was stunned and said, Master, why do you need to talk about this at this moment? Master Wangyue sighed.
, seeing his beloved disciple's face turning gray, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but get wet, saying that the world under the mountain is vast and prosperous, and a Taoist can't survive it. If he doesn't have an exquisite heart with seven orifices, how can he jump over the demonic barrier that refines the heart in the world of mortals? You leave the Heavenly Master Tao Tai
As time goes by, the farther we travel, the little Qingxu we used to be is no longer...
Master Wangyue closed his eyes, as if he was recalling the good old days. After a while, he opened his eyes, stared at Qingxu, and said, I came down the mountain this time. I originally wanted to come over and take care of the alchemy for you, but I temporarily took over.
The order of the Heavenly Master is to clean up the family - the troubles you have caused are too great, even as a teacher, you can't avoid it. However, as a master and a disciple, if you have any last wishes, please share them with me!
Hearing what Master Mochizuki said, Qingxu fell into deep shock.
He never expected that the savior he was looking forward to would be the God of Death who sent him to the underworld. His eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out. However, when he saw the serious expression of Master Mochizuki, he finally
He understood that the master who loved him the most was not joking with him, and his already pale and dull face looked even more colorless.
Seeing Qingxu making no fuss, Master Wangyue sighed and said, "If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place? The evil methods you used before have already overdrawn your vitality. Even if the teacher doesn't deal with you, you won't be able to survive."
How long, it is better to save some face for our Longhu Mountain, so as to gain some initiative in front of our comrades, so as not to be too embarrassed.
Qingxu stared at Wangyue, knowing that the situation was over, so he said: "Master, if this is the case, I want to ask you three things."
Master Wangyue nodded: "But it doesn't matter."
Qingxu began to explain the funeral affairs, saying that his parents already owned the wealth he left behind, and they would not have to worry about it in the future life. However, he had a friend named Li Qin, who was a poor man. He hoped that the master could take care of him in the future so that he could be well after his death.
He felt more at peace in his heart; secondly, the person he was most sorry for in his life was his master, and he hoped to forgive him; thirdly...
Qingxu glanced at us and his voice gradually became quieter. Master Wangyue listened. After the two exchanged the third thing, Wangyue frowned and seemed unwilling. However, seeing Qingxu's pleading eyes, he finally relented and said yes,
I will do it for you...
After he said this, he took a deep look at Qingxu and rubbed his disciple's head with his right hand.
Qingxu, on the other hand, looked at us with a malicious and happy smile.
After a while, Master Wangyue vomited vigorously, and Qingxu's whole body was shaking like an electric shock. Then black-red blood flowed from his mouth, nose and eyes, and he stopped breathing. Master Wangyue closed his eyes, and a drop of blood flowed from his eyes.
Tears, and after a while, he opened his eyes, laid Qingxu's body flat on the ground, stood up, and looked at us who had been watching.
Master Wangyue didn't say a word, but the mantras in his mouth were recited quickly and silently.
An old and yellowed paper charm slipped from his wide left sleeve. It ignited spontaneously without lighting it. As the flame grew stronger, the air suddenly became more solemn, as if cement had been poured into it, making people feel heavy. Zamao Xiaodao
and I have both changed color.
Looking at the posture of Master Wangyue, it seems that Qingxu's third last wish was to ask us to bury him with him, but this old bastard has already agreed.
After the battle, although we both took the Vajra Power Pill given by Mr. Tiger Cat, due to excessive consumption, the power of the drug, which had been effective for 24 hours, had just begun to weaken. I was so sleepy that I wanted to die.
An endless feeling of weakness had already hit my body. At this moment, I was no match for this old bastard, so I panicked and quickly retreated.
Zamao Xiaodao looked angry and said, "Senior, what do you mean? What are you going to do?"
He held up the jade sword that had just inspired the red emerald tiger spirit in his hand, with a solemn expression, saying that your apprentice Qingdong was trampled to death by Qingxu, and it had nothing to do with us, and Qingxu brought it all on himself, we were just defending ourselves.
, besides, it wasn’t us who killed him? Why should we be blamed for this?
The person who burned the talisman, Wangyue Zhenren, looked at us calmly and looked at us calmly. He didn’t say a word, but just danced the talisman while the air became heavier and heavier.
And at this moment, from the dense forest on the other side of the stream, several beams of powerful flashlight light suddenly shone through.