Chapter 148 If you don't cause trouble, you are helping me "Master, why are there so many wooden stakes? Who is messing with us?" Wencai, who was kicked over by his master, stood up in panic and looked around was pitch black all around, and there wasn't a single ghost in sight. Where did so many wooden stakes come from? "Watch out behind you, this is your uncle's wooden stake technique." During the conversation, Uncle Jiu leaped up and landed next to Qiu Sheng. He reached out to feel his breath and confirmed that he was still breathing. Only then did his heart settle down. "Come on." Uncle Jiu didn't say anything, he carried Qiu Sheng and ran down the mountain. The enemy was in the dark and we were in the light, and he didn't have many magic weapons on him, so he felt insecure. The eldest senior brother's Taoism skills are higher than his own. If he doesn't go back to the Taoist temple to seize the home advantage, he will not be sure to protect these two disciples. Even he himself might fall into the hands of his senior brother. "Master, wait for me." thump! Wencai was tripped by a rock again in a panic, but this did not slow down his escape. He used his hands and feet and went down the mountain at a fast speed, and even managed to catch up with Uncle Jiu. call! Suddenly, a strange and chilly wind blew through the woods, and the leaves were rustling. Uncle Jiu suddenly stopped and stood still, looking around sharply.
Everywhere you look, dark shadows emerge from all directions, like evil spirits emerging from the depths of hell. All of them have hideous faces and different shapes. Some have blurred faces, some are covered with scars, some have long tongues dragging on the ground, and some have green faces and fangs. These ghosts appeared as if they had been summoned by something and surrounded the helpless master and his two disciples. Their eyes glowed with a green light, like hungry wolves staring at their prey, and they let out sharp, piercing laughs that were chilling. The air around seemed to be frozen by this terrifying atmosphere, making people suffocate. Wencai subconsciously hid behind Uncle Jiu, his face pale, his eyes filled with fear and despair... "Hold the Bagua mirror and keep an eye on your brother." After Uncle Jiu handed Qiu Sheng to Wencai with a serious expression, he took out a Bagua mirror from the cloth bag he carried with him and handed it to Wencai without hesitation. Then, he took out a stack of yellow talismans and a copper coin sword, and stared calmly at the evil spirits in front of him. "Master, can you handle this many evil spirits?" "If you can't do it, just wait to die!" Uncle Jiu turned around and glared at Wencai. It was already such a late hour and he was still saying such discouraging words. If it weren't for you two bastards, he wouldn't be afraid of any evil spirits. "Master, my brother and I's happiness for the rest of our lives rests in your hands. You can do it, and I will always be your strongest support!" Wencai didn't want to die. He hadn't even got a wife yet, and if he died like this, how would he face his ancestors? "Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to die, raise the Bagua mirror quickly. It can protect you..." "Oh~~" Wencai hurriedly raised the Bagua mirror above his head. Unexpectedly, Qiu Sheng suddenly woke up and patted him unconsciously. "Pang Rang!" The Bagua mirror that fell from the sky instantly shattered into countless pieces and could not be put together again. "What broke?"
Qiu Sheng opened his eyes dazedly, looking confused. This guy is indeed in a strong physique. After being hit by such a thick wooden stake, he was only unconscious for a short while. If it were Wencai, he would have been unable to get out of bed for at least ten days or eight months. "Eight, the Bagua mirror is broken!" "It's over, it's over. There are evil spirits all around us. We are dead this time." The literary talent, who has aged prematurely, looks even older. Qiu Sheng was startled when he heard the words, and instantly woke up. He looked carefully and saw hundreds of evil ghosts rushing towards them. If it weren't for the great power of his master, they would have been eaten by the evil ghosts long ago. At this moment, Uncle Jiu was speechless, or perhaps he was so angry that he didn't want to talk! It was a good Bagua mirror, and it didn't kill any evil spirits, but it was destroyed by two useless disciples. Originally, Wencai was holding the Bagua mirror, so even if he couldn't help, he could still protect himself and not hold him back. Now, he has to run around in circles around these two idiots, and he is feeling dizzy from all the running around. But Uncle Jiu had no choice but to do this. He couldn't just watch his two disciples being torn to pieces by the evil ghosts, who would eat their hands and feet! "Black and white..." "Evil creature, how dare you act so presumptuously when I, Cheng, am here!" Qiu Sheng, who had a more flexible mind, was just about to seek help from the female ghost Xiaoli when a loud roar like thunder suddenly came from the front. ——Zheng! The Miao Dao that Cheng Long had refined into a magic weapon suddenly burst into a dazzling red light under the moonlight, like a burning flame, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness. The magic pattern on the blade seemed to come alive, flowing with blood-colored brilliance, revealing a chilling murderous aura. "cut!" Following Cheng Long's angry roar, the magic knife turned into a red light and slashed towards the group of evil spirits in front of him with lightning speed. Wherever the knife light passed, the space seemed to be split in two, making a sharp sound of breaking wind. The evil spirits were unable to resist this horrifying blow and let out miserable screams before turning into black smoke and disappearing into the night sky. With one blow of the knife, dozens of evil spirits turned invisible, leaving only the gloomy energy and a faint smell of blood in the air. The next second, the red light on the magic knife gradually faded, but it still flashed a frightening halo in the night, as if warning those enemies who dared to challenge it. In an instant, the whole place fell into an eerie silence. Among them, Uncle Jiu is the best. "Along, he, he... is actually a demon cultivator? How could this be? Which demon cultivator has such a righteous and peaceful magic power?" Uncle Jiu was completely stunned. The demonic energy and the demonic sword could certainly not be faked, but Cheng Long’s righteousness could not be faked either. "Uncle Jiu, now is not the time to be in a daze..." Cheng Long's voice floated into his ears, and Uncle Jiu suddenly woke up and quickly attacked the evil spirits around him. Of course, his main focus was on defense and waiting for the attack, after all, he had to protect his two disciples. The carefree Cheng Long turned on his Wushuang mode and cleared out the evil spirits that besieged Uncle Jiu and his group like chopping melons and vegetables. In less than ten seconds, more than half of the hundreds of evil spirits were killed by him.
"Wow, it's so lively here!" The ghost Xiaoli quietly appeared behind Qiu Sheng and asked in confusion, "Didn't you want to call me just now? Why did you stop calling halfway?" "My dear aunt, what are you doing here? Go away quickly, or you will be killed by others." Qiu Sheng, who usually turns into a crazy fan when he sees Xiao Li and can't wait to stick to her, is now extremely anxious, fearing that the sword light slashed by Cheng Long will affect the pretty female ghost in front of him. "Are you talking about him?" Xiaoli discovered that the person who was killing everyone was Cheng Long, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. Why is this devil who likes to pretend to be a Taoist priest in front of outsiders not pretending tonight? "Who else could it be but him? You saw how fierce the knife in his hand is. If you are slashed by him, you will be seriously injured if not killed. Go away quickly." "Don't worry. I've dealt with Mr. Cheng before. If I wanted to kill him, I would have done it long ago." Xiao Li smiled nonchalantly, then looked at Uncle Jiu who was busy fighting ghosts, and asked curiously: "Qiu Sheng, is this your master? How old is he?" "Almost forty, what's wrong?" "Doesn't that mean he's exactly three years older than me?" Xiaoli's eyes lit up. This age was just right and a perfect match for her. "You don't look like you're thirty-seven!" "Yes, yes." Qiu Sheng and Wencai looked Xiaoli up and down and found that she looked to be in her early twenties. There's no way he could be over 30. "I was twenty when I died, and seventeen years later I'm thirty-seven now! I always thought about reincarnation, but unfortunately it was never my turn. Now I can finally change my mind." Xiaoli stared at Uncle Jiu, and with a thought in her mind, the man became more and more handsome the more she looked at him. In such a short period of time, Cheng Long was downgraded to Qiu Sheng's level and became a playful and interesting young man. "By the way, has your master found a wife?" "No, but my uncle Zhegu has always wanted to marry my master." "Does Sugarcane Girl have great magical powers?" "Far worse than my master." "That's okay." Xiaoli breathed a sigh of relief. She is different from the evil ghost in front of her. She is a ghost with powerful magic. She is not afraid of any Taoist priest she meets as long as they are not the likes of Uncle Jiu and Shi Jian. If you can't beat them, you can always run away! In the brief time that the two men and the ghost were chatting, the evil ghosts that besieged the master and his two disciples were all killed by Cheng Long.
He put away the magic knife, turned around and came to Uncle Jiu, and said seriously: "Uncle Jiu, I am going to Shi Jian's house. Can you please come with me?" "What are you going to do?" Uncle Jiu frowned. "When I was resting at Ren's house just now, I suddenly felt uneasy, so I hurried to the outside of the town and followed the traces. I found the place where Shi Shaojian was trying to do something wrong. I found blood all over the ground, and I felt something was wrong. Then I realized that there was a lot of negative energy gathering in the zombie forest, so I rushed over. If I'm not mistaken, Shi Shaojian is dead, right?" "Yes, he is dead." "Uncle Jiu, I think you have seen through my identity. I am not a Taoist priest, but a monk from a different sect. Although I have not practiced the evil arts of resurrecting the dead, I know a lot. These evil arts either require a body or suck human blood. If Shi Jian wants to resurrect his disciples, he will definitely..." Cheng Long didn’t say anything after that. With Uncle Jiu's wisdom, it is not difficult to guess his purpose. If A'long, who practices unorthodox methods, were not watched over by his fellow Maoshan disciples, the Taoist priests who committed crimes on Mount Mao would most likely be slapped to death by the founder of the sect! With him sharing the burden, the situation is different. "Okay, I'll go with you." Uncle Jiu was not mentally prepared to completely break off relations with his eldest senior brother, but he would feel uneasy if he turned a blind eye to the matter and allowed his eldest senior brother to harm others. For a moment, I felt quite conflicted. "Qiu Sheng Wencai, you guys go back to the charity cemetery first. I'll accompany A-Long to your uncle's house." "Master, we are also responsible for this matter, let us do it together!" Qiu Sheng still has some sense of responsibility and has never thought of just leaving. Although the main reason for this incident was that Wencai did not take good care of Shi Shaojian's body, he also had joint responsibility that he could not shirk. "If you really have a sense of responsibility and want to do your part, then go back and heal your wounds. Not causing me any trouble is the greatest help you can give me." Uncle Jiu had never said such blunt words before, which showed that he was really angry. If A Long had not arrived in time, one of Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai would have died. (End of this chapter)