Chapter 116 The arrogant demon cultivator makes Maoshan Patriarch angry
Dining hall.
After Cheng Long, Yixiu and Simu took their seats, Jiale consciously picked up a pile of vegetables and ran away. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Jingjing.
"Jingjing, let's stay away and eat!"
"Why do you want to avoid it? It's not polite..."
Jingjing's impression of Jiale was not good to begin with, and now that she had to hide during every meal, her impression was even worse.
Especially with the polite and elegant Cheng Long sitting across from him. Comparing the two, Jia Le is nothing.
This also caused her to couldn't help but peek at Cheng Long when she was drinking porridge.
Xu Cheng Long, the 'talent of the Taoist sect', was present. He was not fighting with his old enemy at the dinner table. He wiped all the peanuts, dried radish and fermented bean curd on the table, paying great attention to his image.
In this era when warlords divide the country and the people don't even have enough to eat, those who dare to waste food like this are either rich and powerful, or have real abilities.
Simu is rich and capable!
But looking at Ikkyu sitting opposite, his eyes became serious for a while, "Old monk, I haven't seen you for so long, I thought you went to the West!"
"I have been there, but they asked me to take you with them."
"You guys are really unrepentant. I was born as a member of the Taoist sect and died as a ghost of the Taoist sect. If you want me to go to the West and have your big spring and autumn dreams!"
"..."
After meal.
He looked at the bamboo bed in the living room and then at his own room. After some tangle, he said: "Jia Le, pack up the things on your bed and move them to the woodshed, and then move my things." Come here..."
"Taoist Priest, don't go to such trouble, just build a bunk for me."
"How can that be done? You are my guest, how can I let you sleep on the floor? If you want to sleep, Jia Le should sleep on the floor..." Having said this, Taoist Master Simu turned back to look at Jia Le and warned: "Hurry up and clean up." , no eyesight at all.”
Jiale: "..."
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That night.
A terrifying whirlpool of spiritual energy quietly formed after Cheng Long closed his eyes to practice. The spiritual energy within a radius of more than ten miles rushed into the hall as if being pulled by some kind of force.
Dark living room.
A dazzling red light slowly emerged.
Two colored yin and yang fish, one black and one red, formed a majestic, solemn and solemn Tai Chi diagram behind Cheng Long. It is fundamentally different from the traditional black and white, gold, or other colors of Tai Chi diagrams. It has a vague middle There is a certain evil nature.
Such a strange style of painting made Simu, Jiale, Yixiu and Jingjing who came after them gather outside the door and be confused...
"Simu, this method of cultivation is so overbearing that all the spiritual energy within a dozen miles radius has been wiped out by him!" Yixiu walked up to his old friend and asked in a low voice.
"You ask me, I'll ask who is going." Simu spread his hands.
"Master, look at the portrait of our ancestor..." Jiale suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone looked up and saw a shadow of a soul emerging from the portrait. It took a few steps in the air, stopped suddenly, and then frowned involuntarily.
He looked at his ancestor who had been dead for hundreds of years and was serving in the underworld with a puzzled expression. He subconsciously wanted to interrupt, but was frightened by the sweeping look from his ancestor and did not dare to speak.
"This kid is full of demonic aura, but he actually has merits and virtues?"
The ancestor of the corpse-killing lineage worshiped by the four eyes touched his goatee, thought for a long time, and struggled for a long time, but he still couldn't kill him.
"With so many merits and virtues, no wonder you are so arrogant and dare to practice in the Taoist temple of my disciples..."
The ancestor of the Corpse Exorcist lineage was so angry that his teeth were itching. This behavior was equivalent to being strung around the neck and screwing around, but he could only hold it in and didn't dare to do anything.
Originally, I sensed demonic energy in the Taoist temple of my disciples and grandsons, and thought that it was the warlord who ruled the world and gave birth to a great devil, and he did not take the Maoshan disciples seriously.
Who would have thought it would be such a scene!
Neither fight nor walk.
Cheng Long didn't know that he was so idle that during a long night of active practice, he actually exploded a certain ancestor of the Maoshan Corpse Exorcist lineage.
He only has one feeling now.
That's cool.
It feels really different to practice in a world where spiritual energy is abundant. Although it is still not as painful as killing someone, after practicing for a long time, you can still feel the comfort of the spiritual energy filling your body.
He didn't know that this was because of the pleasure of practice brought by predatory collection of spiritual energy, nor did he know that the consumption of one night's practice was comparable to the efforts of Four Eyes, Ikkyu and others for several months.
I have to say that the magic method is domineering!
Even if he doesn't kill people, his cultivation speed is far faster than ordinary people.
"That's all. For the sake of merit, let's spare him for now."
The founder of the Corpse Exorcist lineage, full of regrets, disappeared into the portrait. He came suddenly and left in a hurry.
Shortly after he left.
Four Eyes and Ikkyu instinctively gathered outside the courtyard and started discussing in low voices.
"Simu, during the day you were a Taoist genius, but the more I look at it now, the more I feel something is wrong. Although Aaron's 'mana' is righteous and peaceful, the Tai Chi diagram condensed during practice is actually a strange black and red color."
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"The color of mana is related to the attribute of the skill. Black is rare, but our sect is all-encompassing. Black mana cannot explain anything."
"What about the black and red Tai Chi diagram? Don't you think it's weird?"
"Uh..."
The four eyes subconsciously thought of the strange painting style when they met Cheng Long last night, where he punched the vixen through and sucked the vixen's body dry.
However, Simu firmly believed in his judgment. Aaron was full of righteousness and could never be a member of the Demon Cult.
What's more, Aaron said he came from the Holy Religion!
"Old bald donkey, it is undeniable that Aaron's painting style was a bit weird when he was practicing, but putting aside the weirdness, is Aaron full of righteousness and clear eyes?"
"Yes."
Master Ikkyu nodded.
He couldn't argue with this.
"You saw my ancestor showed up just now. He didn't say anything. You wouldn't think that your vision is sharper than my ancestor's!" "No, no."
Master Yixiu shook his head repeatedly.
The founder of the corpse extermination line is famous for his violence. He prefers fists to beating up zombies with bronze skin and iron bones. He can't afford to offend.
"Look at what a coward you are!" Simu curled his lips and said, "Let's go back to our homes and find our mothers."
"My mother is dead a long time ago." Ikkyu muttered softly.
"Why are you still lying at the door? Go back to sleep."
After driving away Jia Le and Jingjing who were lying at the door, they cautiously returned to the room with their eyes pressed tightly.
A night of silence.
Cheng Long, who had no idea what happened last night, stretched out feeling refreshed.
"Brother Long, you're awake. I've prepared a water cup and toothbrush for you. The porridge will be ready in a while."
Looking at the bristle toothbrush and toothpaste handed over by Jiale, Cheng Long smiled and declined: "You can keep these, I brought the toothpaste and toothbrush..."
After saying that, he reached into his arms, grabbed an obviously unreasonable large cloth bag, and took out a set of toothpaste and toothbrush from it.
The toothpaste and toothbrush from Hong Kong Comprehensive World are exquisite in shape and instantly attracted the attention of Knorr.
"Do you like it?" Cheng Long smiled.
"Hmm~~" The honest and honest Jia Le nodded repeatedly.
"Send it to you." Cheng Long gave Jiale the toothpaste and toothbrush in his hand, then took out another set, then took out a glass and ran to get water.
While brushing your teeth.
Cheng Long saw Jingjing walking out of the next room and looked at him frequently. After brushing her teeth quickly, he waved to the girl.
"You wait here."
Tell Jingjing to stay where she is.
Cheng Long turned back to the house and got a set of toothpaste and a toothbrush for Jingjing: "This is for you. My toothpaste is very fragrant, much better than the toothpaste you use."
"Thank you, Brother Long."
Jingjing smiled sweetly and accepted the gift politely.
During the Beiyang warlord period, toothpaste and toothbrushes already existed. I don’t know if the toothpaste is good or not, but the toothbrush is really hard to use because it uses pig bristles.
Fortunately, Sister Hong prepared a lot, otherwise she would have been reluctant to give it away.
After all, you change your toothbrush every six months and use several bottles of toothpaste a year. If you don’t prepare more, you won’t have enough if you stay for a long time...
"Jingjing, what kind of toothpaste are you using? Why is your mouth full of bubbles and a fragrant smell?"
Jingjing poured it into her mouth. After Gululu rinsed her mouth, she said with a smile: "Brother Long gave it to me. It smells very good."
"Then I'll try too."
"Master, just squeeze a little at a time, don't squeeze too much."
Jingjing likes the fragrance of the toothpaste of later generations very much, and is afraid that Master squeezes too much and wastes it.
Ikkyu felt pretty good after using it, but he was too shy to ask Cheng Long for it, but Simu was very honest. He had tried Knorr's toothpaste, and then asked Cheng Long for a set.
At around seven o'clock, the group finished breakfast.
Yixiu thought of the scene when Cheng Long was practicing last night. Just when he was about to say something, gongs and drums suddenly sounded outside the room, and there was a burst of noise.
Several people looked up and saw a group of people coming from a distance, led by a group of people wearing border national costumes, with knives on their waists and guns on their backs.
Among this group of people were five Taoist priests, surrounded by a gold coffin with copper horns.
"Along, this is my junior brother, Taoist Master Qianhe. I wonder why he is here?" Taoist Master Simu couldn't sit still on the spot and ran out in a hurry.
Masters Cheng Long and Yixiu also put down their teacups and followed him out.
"Uncle Master is here." Jia Le poked his head out of the kitchen and noticed that his fellow Master Uncle had appeared. He didn't even bother to wash up and ran to join in the fun.
"Junior brother!"
"Brother!"
As soon as the two brothers and sisters met each other with gestures, a leader holding a handkerchief behind them asked: "Hey, why don't you leave?"
"Guanshi Wu, I asked my senior brother to borrow some glutinous rice."
"Glutinous rice?"
Wu Guanshi didn't understand very well. Just when he was about to say something, a child with a distinguished status was being carried away and said considerately: "Wu Guanshi, let's take a rest!"
"Okay, let's all have a rest!"
While Manager Wu was telling everyone to take a rest, Simu introduced Cheng Long to Taoist Master Qianhe.
"My fellow Taoist has so much magical power at such a young age, it really puts us to shame!"
"Master Qianhe, you are too modest."
"Junior brother, the bronze-horned golden coffin is wrapped with an ink bucket net. Could it be that...?" After seeing the two of them greeting each other, they couldn't wait to ask.
Chizuru nodded and said: "Yes, it's a zombie."
At this time, Master Ikkyu stepped forward and suggested: "Then why not dismantle the tent so that it can absorb more sunlight and reduce the corpse energy?"
Qianzhe's eyes lit up and she said excitedly: "Hey~~ What a great idea. Thank you, Master, for your advice."
"Taoist Master Qianhe, if you believe me, it's best not to do this. If you have a tarpaulin, you must equip it in advance. If the weather changes, cover it immediately."
Cheng Long could actually watch the tents being demolished in the southeast and northwest to let the plot develop smoothly, but he didn't want to do that. Taoist Master Qianhe and his four disciples were innocent. If he could change the fate of the five masters and disciples, it wouldn't be a bad idea. Not a meritorious deed.
(End of chapter)