Chapter 103 [Mortals on one side, ghosts and gods on seven sides]
Without any warning, the enemy general fell straight back with a painted face, harder and straighter than he had ever fallen before. Everyone in the audience was relieved to see it.
"Okay!"
"Wow! What a relief!"
"Have a good death!"
"Crackling"
Countless small copper coins were thrown at the stage from the audience, so that no one who came to the curtain call dared to show up on stage.
Everyone was immersed in the final catharsis. Even the class leader could not stop praising him in the background. He was so hard-working. He had never seen such a hard fall. He was so shocked that he was given a few more silver seals as a reward.<
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At this moment, Cheng Yu Yuanshen was quickly floating towards the stage.
I saw a Yinsi military judge in black armor, grabbing the soul with the painted face of an enemy general and fighting with him above the stage.
Cheng Yu recognized that the black armored ginseng general was the reckless "person" who had mistakenly identified him as Zhuang Tie when he first came to the Martial Temple.
Just now, Cheng Yu suddenly felt a chill and felt that something was wrong. After he settled the sparrow body, he hurriedly summoned the soul, just in time to see the black armored ginseng, with its eyes split open and full of ghostly aura, walked out of the martial temple.
Rush out and rush towards the enemy general on the stage.
Lines of ghostly energy passed through the painted-faced body, and actually extinguished three soul fires on his body. They hit the stage with a "bang", and then a dead soul emerged from the body and floated into the air. Unknown yet,
What happened.
Just as he was looking left and right, he was violently dragged into the air by the black ginseng and was beaten hard.
The general was beating him while cursing:
"Old thief Qianyou, you have to accept your fate!"
Qianyou...
Marquis Jing'an, the founder of the Liang Dynasty, the ancestor of the Qian family, forced to death Wu Junzhuang Dakuan.
Cheng Yu had been to Qian's ancestral hall and had seen the tablets above.
Seeing that the black-armored ginseng was going crazy and was going to destroy the innocent souls, Cheng Yu hurriedly took out the Wu Jun token from his arms, poured his spiritual consciousness into it, stimulated a breath of the token, and pointed it at the black-armored ginseng general with his backhand.
Shoot away quickly.
The breath seemed weak, but once it came into contact with the general's armor, the general suddenly became stiff and motionless, and the soul of the dead who was beaten by him suddenly sat paralyzed in the air with a blank look on his face.
The black ginseng will stand in the air, but its ghostly aura is still coming out, and more and more, it will gradually wrap around it, leaving only the whites of a pair of strange eyes, which will start to move again.
Cheng Yu sighed and used his mind to awaken the Qi spirit Zuo'er from his body. At the same time, he separated another breath from the Wu Jun token and attached it to Zuo'er.
Zuo'er felt the call and thought that the general was drunk again. After he came out happily, he realized that he was actually asked to deal with a ghost.
Looking at the group of generals wrapped in ghostly aura not far away, he suddenly felt disgusted.
"Go quickly! You can drink when you're done!"
Cheng Yu urged sternly.
After hearing this, Zuo'er flew towards the target under the urging of Cheng Yu's thoughts.
"Mr. Cheng, wait a minute!"
Zhuang Dakuan, wearing golden armor, finally came from outside the temple with many martial judges and secret agents.
When Cheng Yu saw Lord Wu here, he recalled Zuo'er into his body.
But Zuo'er became restless. Cheng Yu gave a wry smile, took off the jade gourd from his waist, and stirred up a stream of wine. After Zuo'er swirled the wine a few times, there was no trace of the wine left, and then he was satisfied with the water.
Enter Cheng Yu's body.
Wu Jun hurriedly came to Cheng Yu and clasped his fists in salute. He stopped answering. With a complex expression, he turned around and flew to General Black Armored Ginseng, raising his golden whip high.
"General, calm down!"
"General, never do it!"
All the military judges and generals behind him knelt down to beg for mercy, and in their haste they all changed their titles from Lord Wu back to General.
Zhuang Dakuan gritted his back molars, and finally put down the golden whip. Behind him, a silver-armored ginseng general hurried forward and cast a net, catching the black-armored ginseng general. Suddenly the ghostly aura dissipated, and the black-armored ginseng general was shaken.
Shake your head and wake up.
A soul-binding rope was tied up again, and Wu Jun ordered other military judges to escort the black armored ginseng back to Wu Jun's palace, and then turned around and saluted Cheng Yu.
At this time, a Yin Chai floated out of the Wu Temple. He held a Yin and Yang book in his hand and handed it to Wu Jun. After reading it for a while, Wu Jun walked to the dead soul who was paralyzed in the air and said to Cheng Yu:
"This person's life should not be cut off, but there is this calamity. After this calamity, he can still add twenty years to his life."
Cheng Yu nodded slightly and helped the injured soul up. The soul looked up and saw Cheng Yu and Wu Jun, which frightened him so much that his legs went weak, and he couldn't stand and wanted to sit down again.
Cheng Yu held him up and asked Wu Jun:
"This soul has been injured. I wonder if Lord Wu, the general in the jade gourd, can heal his injury?"
"It will work wonders."
Cheng Yu heard this and immediately untied the jade gourd. He didn't dare to let him drink too much for fear that he wouldn't be able to bear it, so he only held it and took a small sip.
As the wine enters the throat, the damaged parts of the soul body are restored one by one visible to the naked eye.
Wu Jun ordered him to close his eyes, lifted the dead soul with one hand, and floated it to the stage. He glanced at the upright corpse, suddenly applied force to his hand, and a black and yellow air overflowed. Without waiting for any reaction from the dead soul, he pushed it toward the stage.
With the next push, the enemy general Hua Lian, who was standing up from the stage, suddenly bounced his legs and sat up with a "whoop".
"Okay!"
"Okay!"
More and more money was thrown at the audience, and the stage was covered with floor coverings.
Cheng Yu just saw that when Wu Jun pushed the soul into his body, he actually lost a considerable amount of his incense power.
Wu Jun didn't seem to care about this little bit of power. He just came to Cheng Yu with a solemn expression and thanked him for his timely action, which prevented the black armored ginseng general from causing more trouble.
At the same time, I also thanked him for stopping in time and not letting the general's soul fly away.
After the two briefly exchanged greetings above the Wu Temple, Mr. Wu hurried back to the Yin Division to deal with the aftermath.
The black-armored ginseng general was fighting the dead soul just now, and he was yelling at Qian You, the old thief. It seems that the black-armored ginseng general was too involved in the drama, and mistakenly took the fake act for the real thing.
But the side also shows that this opera troupe has performed well. As the saying goes, there are listeners from all directions, mortals from all directions, ghosts and gods from all directions, and even the martial judges of the underworld have been deeply involved in it, and it almost caused a soul change.
At this time, the play ended, and the little followers in the team came on stage one after another to pick up the reward money.
Then the enemy general's colorful face staggered off the stage with the support of two little henchmen.
Everyone thought he was doing this because he worked too hard in the last fall, so another round of small coins came after the enemy general.
After the enemy general stepped down with a painted face, he accidentally glanced into the martial arts temple, but immediately shook his head and smiled bitterly.
I must have fallen too hard and had an illusion, otherwise how could an immortal come out to save me in person?
……
The theater troupe in front of the Martial Arts Temple was preparing for the next play. Everyone in the audience had no idea what had just happened. They were all discussing the last shocking fall of the painted face.
But Cheng Yu and Jia Fei had already left the martial arts temple.
After such a sudden appearance, Jia Fei no longer had the intention to watch the show. He seemed to be worried and wanted to go to a place with few people.
Along the way, the plum blossoms that were originally in full bloom turned into flower bones one by one, and even the remaining snow on the petals was shaken to the ground.
Cheng Yu had never been to the theater before, but he had already returned his soul and spread his wings to rest on Jia Fei's shoulders.
At this time, the night is deeper, and the streets in the city, except for the two civil and military temples, are not as crowded as before.