"High energy ahead (

Song Qingxiao was a little surprised by the name of this person. She originally thought that Dahan was much younger than he looked, and should be ranked second among the teachers, but she did not expect that this Taoist temple is not based on age. It is possible. It is in accordance with the repair.

"Yeah." The old man nodded solemnly and asked:

"Are you ready?"

"It's all ready."

On the table are placed a set of tribute melons and fruits, incense candles, a bronze sword, a bronze mirror, and a plate for holding hexagrams, as well as some magical instruments with weak spiritual power.

These magical weapons have little attack power, but they have a strong righteousness that suppresses ghosts and ghosts, and they should be exclusive artifacts belonging to the Taoist school of evil spirits.

The old man stood before the Taoist statue and took a stick of incense. After lighting it, he respectfully worshipped for several times. Then he inserted the incense into the furnace and whispered:

"Master, please bless us on this trip smoothly, how to come back here."

The clear smoke on the incense rose slowly, and the flames flickered. As soon as it burned down, a large cloud of clear smoke burst out, seeming to be extinguished.

As soon as the old man saw the scene, his complexion changed slightly, and he immediately knotted his hands, quickly forming a fire talisman, and penetrating into the incense head.

'laugh! ’

The fire fell on the three-pillar incense, rekindling the nearly extinguished incense.

A large cloud of green smoke rose up and was sucked in by the clay sculptures on top.

The fire was still flashing, and as a large amount of spiritual power was sent into the fire by the secret technique, the fire quickly absorbed the smoke from the burning incense, and the speed was astonishing.

The old man's face turned pale at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, as if he was bothering about it.

I don't know if it was Song Qingxiao's illusion, she seemed to see a fierce light in the eyes of a few idols on the platform, as if she had become particularly fierce.

The incense burned quickly and quickly reached its end.

As the last ray of fire extinguished, the gray long curly incense ash ‘Pata’ fell into the incense altar, leaving only a trace of residual breath in the end.

The old man's gesture was released, he was already sweating profusely, and his entire face was pale, as if he had hurt his vitality.

His body swayed, and was quickly caught by the worried second disciple, who called him worriedly:

"master……"

The old man waved his hand, adjusted his breath only for a moment, and called out:

"Evergreen."

"Here is the master." The big man carrying the package responded, and the old man took a half step away and motioned him to take a stick of incense after washing his hands and stand where he stood before.

The big man set aside the package as he ordered, and took three incense sticks and held it in his hand.

Strange to say, no matter how long his incense was lit on the candle, the sparks never lit up.

"what?"

Changqing let out a sigh of astonishment, and then only heard the old man shout: "Hold your breath, sink your dantian, pour spiritual power into your hands, click again!"

The big man responded, gathering his breath again, holding the incense and approaching the candle——

‘Porch. ’

This time the flame on the candle flickered for several times, and before the incense was lit, it went out at once.

The old man's face turned ugly in an instant, and he stood up again, resisting his weakness.

"Taiqing gods, please patriarchs of the Yunhushan line, bless my Taiqing disciples."

When he said this, he gritted his teeth and walked to the side of the big man. He knelt down with a ‘plop’ and knocked his head with a ‘boom’, and his voice was extremely loud in the lobby.

‘Boom! Boom! Boom! ’

The old man didn't feel like he got up quickly, and knocked his head again.

He didn't use the spiritual power to protect the body, and he used a lot of strength for the number of repeated taps.

The big man's expression was a little sluggish at first, and then his eyes were a little moist. He was busy trying to put on incense to help him, but was stopped by the old man with a very stern look.

"The gods of the Taiqing, the ancestors of the Yunhushan line..." The old man knocked his head for eighty-one times, and then he knelt up tremblingly and motioned to the big man to light the incense candle.

Even if he has reached the state of transforming infants, these dozens of knocks down have a deep impact on him.

The center of his forehead was already swollen and bruised, and an egg-sized pimple bulged out. The breath of the whole person was extremely weak, as if it had hurt a lot of vitality.

Changqing blinked, concealing the water in his eyes, this time when a small ball of flame was rubbed out by his fingertips and fell on the candle——

Everyone held their breath and saw the fire flashing, and the sparks ignited quickly on the candle.

When he brought the three long incense closer, the flame did not resist as before, but ignited smoothly.

Everyone couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and there was even a hint of surprise on the faces of the old man and the two disciples.

But Song Qingxiao felt something uncomfortable in her heart. As expected, the moment Changqing took the three long incense sticks into the incense burner, the three long incense sticks were cut into pieces for no reason.

The top ignited section fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the flame burned for a few times, and finally turned into a little smoke to rise and slowly extinguished.

"..."

This incident caused the smile on the old man's face to froze, his face interlaced with blue and white, his chest was violently ups and downs, blood flowed back, and he spits out a mouthful of blood.

"master……"

When the other two disciples saw him vomiting blood, their complexions suddenly changed. Even Changqing, who had hung his head before, was relieved and hurriedly leaned in the direction of the old man.

"I'm fine."

As the old man's expression changed, he quickly pressed a trace of worry into his heart, and then he shouted:

"Qingxiao, come here too, kowtow to the ancestors first, and ask them to bless you."

His voice was hoarse, with a faint vibrato.

Song Qing nodded slightly, and as he instructed, first washed his hands and face before standing and kneeling in the place where the man had been before.

The moment she knelt down, the two disciples trembled at the sight of the several statues, as if their faces changed.

"master……"

The man’s staring eyes almost rolled out of his eye sockets, thinking that his eyes were hallucinating, he involuntarily stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes. When he opened his eyes wide, he saw a trace of residual smoke surrounding the idol. It spins, the idol is motionless under the smoky smoke, where is there any vibration?

According to the old man's words, Song Qingxiao first kowtows to the statues of gods, and then he took a stick of incense like a big man.

The flame shrank twice, but under Song Qingxiao's eyes, he did not dare to go out like when the big man lighted it before, but after lighting the incense smoothly, Song Qingxiao inserted it into the incense burner.

When she inserted the incense, she felt a resistance from the incense burner, as if the gods here did not want to bear her incense.

But Song Qingxiao didn't care about three or seven twenty-one. Although these gods in front of him were enshrined by incense and faith, they gave birth to a certain amount of power, but this power was weaker than her.

She only needed a little effort on her wrist, and the three incense sticks were inserted firmly.

"Huh..." Evergreen stared at this scene intently, until she was sure that her incense had been inserted, she was greatly relieved.

"Ugh--"

For some reason, the previous failure of Evergreen's incense stick made the old man look miserable, but now Song Qing's small incense succeeded, but he did not show any happiness at all, still frowning, as if unhappy.

"I have already offered incense to Patriarch, this trip will surely be blessed by the gods."

In a short while, the old man has cleared up his mood and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth:

"I have fortune-telling, if there is a destiny to help this trip, there will be no danger."

It has been a while since the crowds offered incense one after another, the old man asked about the time again, and he had to clean up and prepare to go out.

The second disciple took out the things he had packed for the old man, while Changqing was still looking for things so that he could stuff them into the package he carried, while squeezing them and muttering:

"This is the cup the junior sister wants to drink..."

"This is the scarf for the junior sister to wash her face..."

The package was getting bigger and bigger, the time was almost the same, and the three of them left the palace gate.

There is a small open space in front of the temple gate, about 20 square meters, and on the farthest side is a hand-dug stairway down the mountain.

The stairs were unusually steep. Each ladder was no more than palm-sized, and there were no handrails on both sides. It went straight down for at least fifty meters, which looked unusually scary.

There was a strong wind in the mountains, and several people's clothes were rustling, as if they were about to be swept out.

"Master, you and the little sister must be careful this time..."

The second disciple was a person who stayed behind at Yunhushan Taoist Temple. Before he went out, he looked at the old man's gaze somewhat reluctantly:

"I'm waiting for you to come back with the brothers and sisters."

"Understood, don't cry, keep practicing every day, don't relax, otherwise I will interrupt your dog legs when I come back!"

The old man was not moved by what he said, but instead he shouted with a solemn face.

First he habitually shrank his neck, but as if thinking of something, he straightened his chest happily:

"I'll wait for you to come back and hit me."

After saying this, his eyes fell on Song Qingxiao again, and he eagerly exhorted:

"Little sister, don’t be willful when you go out this time. You have to listen to the master and senior brother. As long as you can come back, the second brother will listen to you. Don’t you want to watch me learn how to dance? show you."

He was talking, tears rolled out of his eyes, and he went to see Changqing:

"Big Brother..." Before he finished speaking, his voice had already turned into a choked ‘whoop’: "Let me go..."

"Don't be stupid." Changqing smiled and scolded him, and then stretched out his hand to wipe his tears:

"Take good care of Taoism."

The brief exchange between the two of them seemed to hide some information, but before Song Qingxiao had time to think about it, he heard the old man say loudly:

"It's time, let's go!"

The old man has already taken the lead down the stairs. He has reached the state of transforming infants. Although it seems that he specializes in catching ghosts and evils, it is not difficult to descend such a mountain after his cultivation level is reached.

"Qing Xiao."

He took a few steps, and the voice came from below, calling Song Qing a little.

In the eyes of the three masters and apprentices, Song Qing is the youngest, and she used to draw symbols and practice skills the least.

After yelling, the old man raised an arm:

"Come down, the master takes you."

This feeling is quite strange for Song Qingxiao.

She was born in adversity and lacked love and care since she was a child. Her mother was drunk and dreaming. So far I am afraid I don’t know what nightmare scenes she has experienced.

After entering the trial, she was neglected at first, and gradually came to the present.

After she became a little stronger, the trial was a nightmare for the enemy, and the backing of teammates, rarely when she was cared and taken care of by everyone, this feeling really made her feel unfamiliar.

She was about to jump down, but she stopped because of the old man's words.

"What do you think?" The old man scowled.

His face still had the unhealthy paleness after the previous spiritual impact. That face didn't seem to be kind and pleasant, on the contrary, it was a bit stern, but the indescribable made her feel close.

She agreed, holding the skirt with one hand, and putting one hand on the palm of the old man.

In her eyes, he is not in the realm of transforming an infant, and even because of his slight deviation in his cultivation, his strength is surprisingly weak in her opinion, but the palms that hold her hands are very stable.

"Don't be afraid." He took the little apprentice's hand, and his tone became milder.

Song Qingxiao was taken aback when he heard this.

This ordinary word spread into her soul through her ears, as if it caused a long-lost memory in the soul.

It seems that in the depths of her soul, someone once said the same words to her in this tone.

"Who is it?"

She was slightly stunned, but the hand squeezed her tightly.

The old man's hands were dry but strong, her ice-type spiritual power was affected, and her body temperature was low, compared with the warm palms of the old man's hands, firmly holding her up.

"What the **** is the little sister?" Changqing's voice came from behind, as if he was coaxing the child:

"Master grabs you from below, and I protect you from above, and I will never fall."

He thought Song Qingxiao was scared, so he spoke loudly to appease her, and quickly interrupted Song Qingxiao's contemplation.

She settled down, quickly withdrew her thoughts, and responded:

"Ok."

With the support of the old man, several people quickly descended this long ladder.

At the foot of the mountain, Aunt Wu, who had been scheduled for a long time, had already set up an ox cart and was waiting. After seeing the three masters and apprentices descending the mountain, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted her. :

"Master Song."

Aunt Wu was about fifty years old. Perhaps her family was born in Shenzhuang and she was relatively wealthy. She looked slightly fat, with her gray hair wrapped in a bun behind her head.

Perhaps it was because she was worried about her family's affairs, she frowned very tightly and looked sad.

Even if Song Qing was not good at ghosts and gods, she could see that there was a thick yin on her body, corroding her body.

This kind of yin air made her easy to attract some evil spirits, making her look unconscious, and the eye bags under her eyelids were astonishingly large, like two fish bubbles filled with water.

She buckled her back, as if she was carrying a heavy object, unable to lift her shoulders and arms.

The place where Aunt Wu walked was so dark that the sun couldn't get in.

Her shadow fell on the ground, as if something overlapped, but everyone present seemed invisible.

The yin air gradually shrouded and the chill spread, forming a small magnetic field formed by aunt Wu's own yin air, making everyone who passed by her side feel uneasy.

Among the three masters and apprentices, Song Daochang is very capable of exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil spirits. He has already seen something wrong and is prepared for it.

Song Changqing was young and full of blood, and stepped into the door of the world of practice.

Under the guidance of Song Daochang, he keenly sensed something was wrong, so he instinctively took precautions.

Among the few people, Song Qing was the highest in Xiaoxiu, and he could tell something was wrong at a glance, but with his powerful strength, he could almost reach the point where he was not invaded by ghosts and ghosts, so the impact was almost negligible.

But all this fell into the eyes of Song Daochang and Song Changqing, but they felt that this girl was stupid and heartless.

"Aunt Wu, have you felt something wrong lately?"

She didn't know when she contracted the Yin Qi, and it attracted a powerful evil thing, parasites on her body, and stayed with her day and night.

It was obviously early in the morning, but the ghost could also come with him. It was obvious that it had become a climate, which was really scary.

When Song Daochang questioned, his fingers had already begun to draw a talisman in the void, raising his energy, and preparing to force the ghost out to give it a fatal blow.

"Oh, don't lie to Song Daochang, since half a month ago, you promised me to go to Shenzhuang to take a look, and I felt very relieved in my heart."

It may be affected by Yin Qi~lightnovelpub.net~ Aunt Wu panted badly when she spoke, and she spoke with a breath sound, like a broken bellows, and there was a kind of'wheeze, whiff' in her throat. The sound.

A few words of effort made her exhausted, and sweat dripped on her forehead and sides of her nose.

"No, I took the time to go back to my natal family a few days ago, telling my family the good news, whirr..." She panted even harder, her neck involuntarily leaned forward, and the whole figure looked like a curvy figure. Shrimp:

"I also want my parents to tell the wealthy people in the city to collect some money, either, or, or..."

She couldn't finish a sentence. She looked like she was about to roll her eyes, she looked as tired as she had just climbed over the mountains. The entire population corners twitched, her eyes crooked and her nose was evil, like twitching, and a bunch of white came out of her mouth. The bubble looks like it will die soon.

Her eyes began to roll up, and there were many black lines on La Huang's face. When Song Daochang saw this scene, he couldn't help but yell:

"Shen!"

His shout was full of Dao Sect's awe-inspiring aura, and contained a certain secret technique. With a drink, it was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, and it slammed into the depths of Aunt Wu's soul in an instant.

The black aura that had been blatant on her body suddenly shrank, as if she had sensed fear, she shrank mostly.

‘Woooooooooooooooooo-’

Aunt Wu, who was dying, gasped like a flashback. At the moment the black air receded, her soul seemed to have heard Song Daochang's cries and immediately awakened.

The rolled eyeballs fell back, and she blinked her eyes, showing a confused look, as if something had just happened before she woke up.

"Song, Song Daochang, when did you come?"

When she spoke, she patted her head again:

"Looking at my memory, the older you are, the less useful it is."