Chapter 126

Xie Lian froze slightly and said, "Who would that be? According to common sense, there should be less than fifty people affected by this kind of storm at most."

Huacheng Road: "I guess, maybe in the case of Banyueguan, the same person who sent the empty shell Taoist."

With that said, there seems to be a hand that has been pushing him toward the center of various chaotic events. Xie Lian felt inexplicable and said, "What is the purpose of this person?"

Huacheng shook his head, thoughtfully. At this time, he suddenly heard the sound of children playing outside the Bodhisattva Temple, and his sharp eyes swept out. Following his gaze, Xie Lian looked out through the window lattice, and saw two children playing around outside the door, Gu Zi riding on Lang Ying's shoulder, a carefree state.

As a matter of course, the navy stole from the sky, the wind master was an impostor, the "geologist" was also an impostor, and the navy's head was lost in the wind. With a sound, there was an uproar in the Upper Heaven and the Middle Heaven.

For a while, everyone was so shocked that they didn't know what to say, and no one in the Shenwu Temple had any comments. Even Jun Wu's hand seems to be unable to support his forehead.

Although Mingyi doesn't deal with people very much on weekdays, only Shi Qingxuan, who likes to entangle himself, can get along well with him. Everyone has no deep friendship with him, but when he thinks of his colleagues, he is actually legendary Desperate Ghost King, the impact is too great.

In order to pretend to be a good master, this ghost king has been diligent and diligent for so many years. He has gathered a large number of believers in the world, and he can still enter the top ten at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, which is higher than most priests in heaven. It's too terrifying, it's worthy of being a ghost king in a desperate situation. It made everyone can't help but mutter, even if they were told now that Huacheng was among them, or that Huacheng had inserted someone in the Heavenly Court, it would not be more shocking.

The grievances between Heishui Xuangui and Sailor Wudu are not mentioned, but there is no doubt that Shiyi died at the hands of Heishui Xuangui. Therefore, Shangtian Court officially issued an arrest warrant for Heishui Xuangui. But everyone knows that if a desperate ghost king wants to hide, is it so easy to find?

The so-called wall is pushed down by everyone. In the past, the second master of Feng Shui has a beautiful scenery and a lot of responses. When Shi Wudu appeared, it was not the stars holding the moon, and he died, but the stars did not dare to come out. Shi Qingxuan loves to make friends and act generously. At this time, countless "friends" in the weekdays don't know where to go. Pei Ming collected the headless corpse of the sailor, and on the day of the burial, it was deserted. Except for Xie Lian and Lingwen, there were not many other priests present. Xie Lian thought that in the past few days, I don't know if it was intentional or not. A group of people have already started to burn down the Fengshui Temple. Although he couldn't bear it and stopped a few waves, as time passed, people found that the gods worshiped had failed. Now, it will only intensify. It can be stopped for a while, and it cannot be stopped for a lifetime. After more than ten years, or even just a few years, people will forget these two Fengshui priests who once stood at the peak of the heavenly court. Slightly sad.

At the end, Xie Lian said to Lingwen: "Master Feng Shi... Qing Xuan's whereabouts, and you have to worry about it."

Lingwen's face was also solemn, and he didn't smile for many days, and said: "I don't need to say much about His Royal Highness, I will do my best."

However, Pei Ming said: "His Royal Highness, instead of letting the old ox in the Lingwen Hall find it slowly over there, it is better to ask your bloody tanhua directly, if you can inquire with that black madman, and put the green Where did Xuan Ran go? He also took the head of Senior Brother Shui, what else does he want to do?"

Xie Lian shook his head and said helplessly: "General Pei is too taken for granted. What a desperate ghost king wants to do, do you need to tell another?"

So, Pei Ming didn't say much.

Back at the Bodhisattva Temple, many villagers gathered around the temple and whispered. Xie Lian knew what was going on without asking, because there was a ghost roar in the Bodhisattva Temple. The village chief was frightened and pulled him back and said: "Daoist, your crazy cousin, he he he, he again..."

Xie Lian's rhetoric to the outside world is that Qi Rong is his crazy cousin, who is disliked and no one is willing to support him, so he is obliged to take it in. In a sense, it's not a lie. He said, "It's crazy again, isn't it? It's alright, he's in jail, he won't come out, let's go."

All the villagers said, "Oh." They dispersed. Before leaving, the village chief sent a basket of eggs to Xie Lian and said, "That, Dao Chang, your little flower..."

Xie Lian was stunned at first: "??? Xiaohua???" Finally reacted and said, "Oh, Saburo, right." Thinking that Huacheng's identity is now his own brother, he left home and came to play with him. Yes, slightly embarrassed. The village chief said: "Yes! Your little flower, he helped us repair something today. Please treat him well at night."

"Yeah! Give him some nourishment, eat well, and work better!"

Xie Lian couldn't help laughing and said: "Okay, okay. Definitely, definitely."

As soon as the door was opened, Lang Ying had already shrunk in the corner to sleep, while Qi Rong was lying on the ground while holding the corpse and screaming, with a heart-burning and liver-burning appearance, Gu Zi was beating his back and rubbing his shoulders, saying: "Dad, how are you? Do you have it?"

"..." Xie Lian took off the hat in one hand, put the egg in the other, and said, "What's wrong with you? Did you eat a bad stomach?"

Qi Rong said: "As long as you don't fucking cook me anything to eat, I won't eat a bad stomach even if I lick shit and ashes on the ground!"

Hearing his exaggeration, Xie Lian covered his sleeves with his hands and said, "Then do you really want to try licking those to see if it will hurt your stomach?"

Qi Rong said: "Bah, bah, bah! What did I say, you exposed your dark heart again! The son who changed his method wanted to torture me! Oh, yo yo yo, the good son is not bad, just beat the other side. Hee hee hee Hee~ hey, what the fuck is going on, I've been so irritable recently, like a cat calling Chun. Am I sick?! Cousin Prince! I'm sick! It must be you who abused me because of you , I just got sick! The snow lotus you killed today is going to kill people again!"

Xie pity squatted down, touched his forehead and said: "Do you have a fever?" After a pause, he moved his hand and frowned: "No. You shouldn't be pretending."

Qi Rong was about to scold again, and Gu Zi said pitifully: "Master, my father didn't lie to you. He has been uncomfortable recently, and he has been screaming for a long time today."

Seeing Qi Rong squirming on the ground, Xie Lian shook his head and stood up to look for the medicine box, but suddenly found that the merit box was actually heavy. This merit box was newly made by Huacheng. There should be nothing at all. Thanks to the pity, I took out the key and opened it. I was stunned and was blinded by a box of bright gold bars.

With a "pop", Xie Lian quickly closed the merit box again.

Didn't he send back the box of gold bars sent by the navy? Did someone send it back???

It won't be Huacheng, he won't do something as simple and rude as directly stuffing gold bars. Xie Lian turned his head and asked, "Qi Rong, has anyone been here?"

Qi Rong pointed at his nose and scolded: "Hey, did you make a mistake, do you really think that I was raised by you to come to see the door? Do you think you are absolutely? You have no face as big as yours, stinky black water and Dog Flower City doesn't dare to take me as a gatekeeper!"

With a "bang", the door of the Bodhisattva Temple was kicked open, but Huacheng kicked the door and came in. As soon as he saw him, Qi Rong was dumbfounded, and quietly squirmed away, not daring to mention what he saw that night. Thanks for the pity: "Sanlang, you are back."

Huacheng smiled and said: "Yes."

Thanks for the pity: "It's hard for you. The village chief sent something for me to treat you, and eat something good tonight."

Huacheng Road: "Okay. However, will my brother come to me tonight?"

Thanks for the pity: "Is it a ghost city?"

Huacheng Road: "Well. By the way, take this thing with you." He pointed to Qi Rong, "See if there is any way to pull his soul out."

After pondering for a moment, Xie Lian said: "Alright." It's not a way to drag it on like this. Of course, the most important reason is that Qi Rong can eat too much, and his Bodhisattva view really can't afford it.

When Qi Rong heard that he was going to take him to the ghost market, he was shocked and resisted in every possible way. However, the protest was ineffective. After a burst of smoke, he was turned into a cyan tumbler by Huacheng, and asked Gu Zi to hold it in his hand and took him to the ghost market.

The ghost market is still so lively, walking on the street, the group of ghosts still remember thanking for pity, seeing him coming again, they shouted: "Uncle!...Ah no, the friend of the city owner, you are here again!"

"Gah! Did you miss our special snacks here?"

Xie Lian brought the basket of eggs and divided them as a souvenir from the world. Many ghosts who got the eggs danced with joy. Some decided to eat it with their own blood tonight, and some announced Use this egg to hatch a eight-zhang monster. Huacheng solved the technique on Qi Rong's body. After a burst of blue smoke, the man possessed by Qi Rong appeared on the street, holding his head to prevent squatting, without saying a word. Some ghosts smelled his body and said, "Hey, isn't this a green ghost?"

The group of ghosts gathered around, sniffed for a long time, and said with joy, "Hahahahahaha, it's really a green ghost, this stupid dick is here again hahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I didn't get beaten enough before, I dare to come!"

Huacheng Road: "The small one is optimistic, the big one thinks of a way to drag him out to me without harming the flesh."

"Yes! City Lord!"

So, a few good-looking and beautiful female ghosts hugged Millet, hummed a few tunes, and coaxed him to sleep. The rest of the demons and ghosts began to play with Qi Rong to catch people. One screamed and ran away, a group of ghosts chasing after him. Huacheng and Xie Lian watched for a while, then turned around and entered Qiandengguan.

The two slowly entered the hall and approached the altar, which was still covered with ink, ink, paper, and ink. Recently, Xie Lian has been in a heavy heart. After reading this, he intentionally relaxed the atmosphere, smiled slightly, and said, "Last time I taught you, I said that I want you to practice more calligraphy when you have time, but, recently, haven't you practiced?"

Huacheng coughed and said: "Brother, you have distributed the things that rewarded me to others. What do I eat at night?"

Xie Lian learned from his appearance, raised his eyebrows gently, and said, "Don't talk about him regardless."

Huacheng Road: "I can practice swords, but I can't practice calligraphy. My brother is not around to guide, I practice alone, I'm afraid I'm not practicing right, and the more I practice, the worse it will be."

Xie Lian raised his eyebrows even higher and said, "Sanlang is so smart, is there anything he is not good at?"

Huacheng picked up the pen, dipped a little ink, and seemed to be very modest and authentic: "Really. Please ask my brother to enlighten me."

Xie Lian sighed and said, "You can write it down first."

So, Huacheng wrote two lines seriously. Thank you for watching for a while, but I can't stand it anymore, and said: "...stop, stop. You...let's stop."

Don't waste your good pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Huacheng Road: "Oh." Really stopped and took the pen. Xie Lian shook his head and said: "Sanlang, you... don't tell anyone, your words are taught by me."

Huacheng Road: "Brother, I really tried my best."

What he said seemed a little aggrieved. A good ghost king in a desperate situation, the name was reported, and the three worlds were all afraid of the wind, but at this time he was standing like a primary school student, listening to the criticism. After speaking a few more essentials, Xie Lian held his hand as before, and said, "Let's do it again. Be serious this time."

Huacheng Road: "Okay."

Both of them focused on writing. After writing for a while, Xie Lian asked casually, "Why is it still "Li Si"?"

Huacheng also replied casually: "I like this poem."

Thanks for the pity: "I like it too. However, does Saburo have any other favorite poems? This one is familiar, and you can write other things." I've written it dozens of times, and it's time to change it. Huacheng said: "Just write this song."

After writing, he gently blew the ink and said with a smile: "If I like something, I can't hold anything else in my heart, and I will always remember it. A thousand times, ten thousand times, it will not change for many years. This poem, That's it."

"..." Xie Lian smiled and said, "Is that so."

Huacheng Road: "Well."

"..."

Xie Lian let go of his hand, coughed lightly, and said, "That's very good. Saburo is a very affectionate person, very good... Oh, you can practice it yourself. Ah, yes. Qi Rong seems to have recently Feeling a little sick."

Huacheng put down the paper, raised the pen again, and said, "Which aspect is uncomfortable?"

Xie pity turned around and said: "He seems to be saying that he is panicking. But I checked it, and it seems that there is no problem with the person's body. After all, it will not be because of the bad weather."

Huacheng said behind him: "When did it start?"

Thanks for the pity: "It should be these few days, today is particularly serious..."

Before he finished speaking, an ominous premonition suddenly developed in his heart. At this moment, there was a soft sound of "pop" behind him, and it seemed that something had fallen from the air.

Xie Lian turned around suddenly and said, "Sanlang?!"

The pen that was originally held in Huacheng's hand fell, and a messy ink mark was drawn on the snow-white paper. And Huacheng's face was slightly sullen, as if he was a little unstable, one hand was on the edge of the altar, and the other hand covered his right eye.

The author has something to say: Huahua is also impatient! Ah! It's the season of 【】!

This elementary school student is a young student, not an elementary school student. The sentence breaks are different, and there is no crossing _(:з"∠)_