I suspect that the paper-burning man has some kind of knack for controlling fire, and is probably from a boiler burner. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Otherwise, when he was fighting with Mr. Shimoyama, his yellow paper would have burned to ashes as soon as it was fired, and his large bundle of paper this time had a rather high flame, but it burned extremely slowly.

"A roll of nether paper, illuminating the path of yin and yang......"

I didn't see any incantation recited by the paper-burning Taoist, it was just such a simple two sentences, and he muttered a little. But with the flames in front of him being a three-foot-high brazier, how weird it looks.

After the paper burner recited these two sentences, the flame in front of him changed from normal red to a leisurely green. And this green is something I've ever seen. In the Bagua Locking Heaven Array in his hometown, Hei Ye used the power of the six skin-pickpocketing ghosts and the Bodhisattva of the Earth to communicate with the Netherworld, and evolved the Netherworld, and the ghost fire of the Netherworld was of this color.

The paper-burning Taoist hit several tricks on this pot of ghost fire, these tricks seem to be ordinary, just some Taoist methods of gathering qi and concentrating, and even recorded in the "Maoshan Art Collection", but in the hands of the paper-burning Taoist, there is actually another wonderful use.

Soon, some images gradually appeared in the ghost fire.

That's Zhang Mingchao! And the scene is on this hill. Mr. Shimoyama's mana with a causal aura came over, but in this video, he was caught by a piece of paper burned by the paper-burning Taoist. Then the paper-burning Taoist burned another piece of paper and used the method of stealing the sky to help Zhang Mingchao cross the threshold of fate......

While we looked at the impact, the paper burner said:

"Fellow Daoist of the Lower Mountain, since you can see that my apprentice Ming Chao'er has a fate, can you see that his fate is troublesome?"

Mr. Shimoyama raised his head and said proudly:

"That's natural! You don't have to be born, just look at the face, my old fairy has already told me, this son was born and lost his mother, lost his father at the age of three, and was displaced, a small catastrophe at the age of six, a catastrophe at the age of twelve, and a death catastrophe at the age of eighteen...... And he did die today. ”

The paper-burning Taoist said happily:

"The Taoist friend who went down the mountain is worthy of being the leader of the Northeast Ma family, and he can see that the score is not bad, so please ask the Taoist friend to ask your family's fairy again, and tell the old Taoist, if he survives this catastrophe today, what will be his fate in the future?"

Mr. Shimoyama frowned, and secretly pinched the trick in his hand.

We all looked at him with expectant eyes. Although Mr. Xiashan lost to the paper-burning Taoist in the fight, the paper-burning Taoist is the first in the southern Daomen, and Mr. Xiashan is not the first person in Northern Malaysia, so there is no shame in losing. And if the spell is lost, it doesn't mean that his Taoism is not as good as the paper-burning Taoist, so we have 100,000 expectations for him.

After all, we are all disciples of the horse, and no one wants to see the seniors who are out of the horse being suppressed by the Southern Daomen. However, we were still disappointed after all, and Mr. Shimoyama pinched the trick and communicated with the fairy family for a while and said:

"He's dead, his fate is broken, and I don't know what happened next!"

The paper-burning Taoist smiled:

"You don't know, I know!"

The paper-burning Taoist said that Mr. Xiashan looked at Zhang Mingchao's fate and didn't need the eight characters of his birthday, in fact, it was not that his Taoism had reached the point where he could penetrate the heavens without the eight characters of his birthday, but that the Northeast Ma Xian didn't need this thing at all to tell fortunes for others!

“…… Therefore, your immortal family can tell you everything about my apprentice's past, but they can't tell you a little bit of the future, because it is their talent to see the past, but the future is like a heavenly opportunity...... Elusive. ”

When it came to Tianji, the paper-burning Taoist glanced at me and was shocked. I suddenly thought of the glimmer of heaven that Xu Yingying caught in the tomb of the Mai Daoist. Is it really elusive?

However, the paper-burning Taoist did not linger long on this issue, he pointed to the netherworld fire and said:

"My apprentice is born with a hard life, and this hard life is divided into eighteen parts, lonely, poor, and disabled...... Wait, ordinary people will only commit one or two of the eighteen sufferings, and if they are exposed to five at the same time, they don't have to live at all! But in this life of my apprentice, all of them are all eighteen. ”

Speaking of this, even with the Dao heart of the paper-burning Taoist, he couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and seemed to pity Zhang Mingchao's ill-fated journey and shed tears.

It seems that he is not as cynical as he appears, and he also has affection in his heart. I thought to myself.

After wiping the corners of his eyes, the paper-burning Taoist said:

"Fellow Daoist of the mountain, the time you agreed on to fight was a little too rushed, and Lao Dao came out early in the morning without washing his face or brushing his teeth. Now I don't want to say anything about the smell of leeks as soon as I chant the mantra, and the in my eyes has accumulated into a ball......"

Vomit...... Spit out!

The paper-burning Taoist tidied up his appearance a little, and then said:

"I, a disciple of Mingchao, from one year old to eighteen years old, have fulfilled the two sufferings of loneliness and poverty, and if he continues to live, there are still more than a dozen kinds of suffering waiting for him in the days to come. And hardship is not the same as calamity, as long as the calamity has passed, it will be gone, and it will not have an impact on future life. And life is to carry a lifetime...... Therefore, God gave him a hard life, but arranged for him to die at the age of eighteen, which can be regarded as a kind of mercy of heaven......"

Speaking of this, the paper-burning Taoist raised his head, looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, stroked his wilted beard and said:

"Fellow Daoist of the mountain, do you still have anything to disagree with?"

Mr. Shimoyama put his neck on the stalk and said:

"Hmph! Do you think that if you tell this child's future life, you will be confused? The fairy family also told me just now, what you said is right, but so what? The ants are still stealing life, and even the child knows that it is better to die than to live. You burn paper and tell people to give up their lives just because his life is not good in the future, where is such a reason?"

Mr. Shimoyama's voice was like a bronze bell, and the words he uttered were a spit and a nail, which was very powerful.

In other words, even if someone's life is not good in the future, you can't make them give up their lives!

"If you want to say this way, it is still the height of our Ma family's Mr. Xiashan, and if your life is not good, you will not live, what is this called......?

The colleagues around him should also agree with him, thinking that the statement of the paper-burning Taoist is too biased, after all, the most important thing in life is that most of us recognize.

But I think there must be other reasons for the paper-burning Taoist.

The paper-burning Taoist smiled bitterly:

"Indeed, even if you are a person of the Daomen, you must be noble and happy...... Because the apprentice's life is not good, he will not be allowed to live, which is not the truth. But, look at this!"

After speaking, the paper-burning Taoist refilled a piece of yellow paper into the brazier, this yellow paper was like gunpowder, and as soon as it was put in, the flames rose more than one person high, and the color became more and more blue and dark.

The paper-burning Taoist meditated cross-legged against the flames, and after a while he shouted:

"Respectfully, King Jizo's doppelganger!"