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"Where did you come from, don't you know that the well water does not violate the rules of the river?!" There were eight men on the eight motorcycles, all over the age of thirty, and the oldest was almost fifty.

The motorcycle almost brushed against Zhao Qingshan, and then stopped on the side of the road one after another, and the eight men who got out of the car were violent, and Zhao Qingshan was surrounded by a hula.

The oldest man among them is white-looking Chapter 035 Poor Dao wants to hunt ghosts and purity, but the appearance of horizontal eyebrows and vertical eyes makes people feel a little fierce and vicious.

As soon as he heard this man's words, Zhao Qingshan immediately reacted, with a peaceful smile on his face, and said, "Dare to ask you, but you are a local Taoist friend in this big new town?" ”

"Sensei is close to us, where are you a Taoist priest, do you know if you have crossed the line?!" The white and innocent man said angrily: "Take a Sanqing Bell and dare to deceive all the way, do you really think that no one in our Daxin Town can cure you?!" ”

"Master, don't talk nonsense with him, just beat him up and throw it out." As he spoke, several people behind the man rolled up their sleeves, and their fierce eyes fell on Zhao Qingshan, looking like they were going to fight Zhao Qingshan at any time.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingshan understood it, he looked at the white man thoughtfully, raised his finger and pointed at the seven people behind the man, and asked, "These are all your apprentices?" ”

"Hmph, what are you doing?" The white man snorted coldly and said: "This Daxin Town has always been the preaching area of my disciples of the Illusory True Dao, any Taoist priest who enters my Daxin Town will get a post from my Purple Light Temple, and you are not sensible Chapter 035 Poor Dao is going to catch ghosts, and you dare to go on a rampage all the way with the three clear bells?!" ”

Purple Light Temple, this Taoist Temple Zhao Qingshan has really heard of it, according to Xuanyuan Zhenren, the first master of the Purple Light Temple is the Illusory True Dao Master in the mouth of the white man in front of him, it seems that these people are the disciples and grandchildren of the Illusory True Dao Master.

Compared with the Qingyun Temple, which has a history of more than 100 years, the Purple Light Temple, which was founded more than 40 years ago, obviously does not have a deeper foundation, and the Illusion True Daoist is only over seventy years old now, if it weren't for the fact that the Purple Light Temple almost monopolized the Taoist rituals in the entire Daxin Town, these wild Taoist priests who were halfway monks in front of them would not even be able to complete a ritual independently!

The memory of the Purple Light View flashed in his heart, Zhao Qingshan smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable~!" It turned out to be a Taoist friend of the Purple Light Temple, a poor Taoist Qingchengzi, and a neighboring town of Longsu Mountain Qingyun Temple......"

"You're the one who has been making a fuss lately, that little Taoist priest from Lotus Town?!" Before Zhao Qingshan finished speaking, the white man had already raised his eyebrows and said, "Hmph, it's a trick to pretend to be a ghost!" I heard that you can subdue demons and exorcise ghosts, and communicate with heaven and earth? It's not good to stay in Longsu Mountain with such a big ability, and what is the matter with running to the realm of my Purple Light Temple? ”

Zhao Qingshan really didn't expect that his name had already spread to Daxin Town, he was stunned, and then smiled: "Poor Dao caught a demon who had been cultivating for many years in Puwan Village at the foot of Longsu Mountain last time, and I wanted to suppress it in front of the statue to influence it, but unexpectedly I was mistakenly released by a female benefactor who went up the mountain, this evil ghost has already cultivated into a yang body, if it is not removed as soon as possible, it will inevitably turn into a powerful ghost and harm people's lives. ”

"......" When the eight men heard Zhao Qingshan's matter-of-fact answer, they were all stunned, and stared at Zhao Qingshan for more than ten seconds before they collectively laughed, "Hahaha...... Ghost hunting? Still evil ghosts, terrible ghosts? I said, you little Taoist priest has a sick brain! ”

"Poor and not sick." Zhao Qingshan smiled indifferently, turned around to face the bamboo forest, and said, "Whether there are ghosts or not, you Daoists can tell with your eyes wide open. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Qingshan raised his right hand, ignoring the reactions of the eight people behind him, and said solemnly towards the bamboo forest: "Ye Qingjun, Poor Dao has one more persuasion, as long as you are willing to take the initiative to follow Poor Dao back to Longsu Mountain, Poor Dao will protect your life, but if you are still obsessed, don't blame Poor Dao for being unkind to you!! ”

"Ring, ring, ring, ring, ......" As he spoke, Zhao Qingshan had already shaken the Miluo Hongguang Shangyang Golden Bell in his hand, and a crisp and pleasant ringtone came from the golden bell.

The eight people standing behind Zhao Qingshan were already laughing and almost sucking over.

"Hahahaha...... Master, I think this kid is sick in the brain, should we beat him up? Will this give people the impression that we are bullying the mentally retarded? ”

"Master, I heard that this kid lives in the mountains all year round, and it is estimated that he has become a nervous disorder after staying for a long time, and he really thinks that the Sanqingling in his hand can subdue demons and eliminate demons, hahaha...... I'm laughing to death! ”

A burst of laughter full of mockery and ridicule sounded one after another, but at this time, a man's voice came from the bamboo forest, "Little bull's nose, don't think that you can shout at me with a little spiritual magic weapon in your hand, with your little Taoism, you are not my opponent!" ”

The wind suddenly rose in the bamboo forest, and the biting cold wind hit you head-on!

The eight people behind Zhao Qingshan, the originally exaggerated smiles on their faces instantly froze.

"Division...... Master...... The voice just now ......"

"Ye Qingjun, it seems that you are really hopeless!" Zhao Qingshan clenched the golden bell in his hand, and his face gradually turned cold, "Then, don't blame Poor Dao for being heavy on you!" ”

Zhao Qingshan had actually controlled the release of the golden bell mana for a few hours before, but at this moment, he decided not to let go, and he had to solve Ye Qingjun's problem on the spot!

"Ring, ring, ring, ring, ......" The crisp ringing rings again.

The same frequency, the same sound, however, the Miluo Hongguang Shangyang Golden Bell, which had been lifted by Zhao Qingshan, emitted a golden circle of light that was five or six times thicker than before!

The "Bang ......" aperture plunged into the bamboo forest under the control of Zhao Qingshan's mind, and a burst of air explosions suddenly sounded in the bamboo forest!

The power of Mi Luo Hongguang Shangyang Golden Bell has really been reflected.

Ye Qingjun didn't expect Zhao Qingshan to actually hold such a terrifying thing in his hand, and he was knocked on his back by the golden light for a while, and he was blown out of the crypt directly!

Ye Qingjun, who had not recovered much mana, was blown up so that the surface of his spirit body was covered with vague ripples, and this sudden heavy blow made him so angry that his nose was crooked, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Ah...... You haunting calf nose, Lao Tzu fought with you!! ”

Zhao Qingshan stood there with a cold face, holding the golden bell and saying without looking back: "Fellow Daoists, please do me a favor, drive your motorcycle to protect the poor road, the poor road should catch ghosts, and the living should not approach!" ”

"Good...... Okay......" The eight Taoist priests were already frightened, and in the face of Zhao Qingshan's words, they didn't even have the slightest idea of resistance.

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What kind of trouble is this, dear~~~~~ it was blown up last night, and it will be blown up again at noon...... Where is the recommended ticket, dear! Plus more, dear! Erupt, dear! Vote for recommendation, kiss......!!!