Song Qingxiao was a little surprised by this person's title, she originally thought that the big man looked much younger than him, and he should be ranked second among the masters, but she didn't expect that this Taoist temple was not based on age, it might be according to cultivation.

"Hmm." The old man nodded with a serious expression and asked:

"Are you ready?"

"It's all set."

On the table, there is a set of tribute melons and fruits, incense candles, as well as a copper coin sword, a copper mirror and a plate containing hexagrams, as well as some magic weapons with weak spiritual power.

The attack power of these magic weapons is not large, but there is a strong suppression of yin spirits and powerful ghosts, and they should be exclusive artifacts that belong to the Daomen to control evil demons.

The old man stood in front of the statue of the Tao, first took a pillar of incense, lit it and bowed respectfully for a few times, then inserted the incense into the furnace, and said softly:

"Please bless us with a smooth trip, how to go, how to come back here."

The smoke on the incense rose one after another, and the fire flickered and flickered, and as soon as it burned down, a large puff of smoke gushed out, as if it was about to be extinguished.

When the old man saw this scene, his complexion changed slightly, and he immediately sealed his hands, quickly formed a fire talisman, and entered the incense head.

'Whew! ’

The flame fell on the three pillars of incense, rekindling the incense that had almost been extinguished.

A large puff of green smoke rose and was sucked in by several clay sculptures on top.

The firelight was still flickering, and as a large amount of spiritual power was sent into the firelight by the secret technique, the firelight quickly absorbed the smoke from the burning incense, and the speed was amazingly fast.

The old man's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had taken a lot of pain.

I don't know if it's Song Qingxiao's illusion, she seems to see a fierce light in the eyes of several gods on the altar, as if she has suddenly become extremely fierce.

The incense burned quickly, and soon burned to the end.

As the last glimmer of fire was extinguished, the long, gray curly incense ash 'snapped' and fell into the incense jar, leaving only a trace of residual breath behind.

The old man's gesture was released, he was already sweating profusely, and his whole face was pale, as if he had been injured.

His body shook, and he was soon caught by the second disciple with a worried face, and called him worriedly:

"Master......"

The old man waved his hand, and after only a moment of breathing, he called:

"Evergreen."

"Here comes the master." The big man with the package on his back answered, and the old man took half a step sideways, motioned for him to wash his hands, took a pillar of incense, and stood where he had been standing before.

Dahan put down the package and did as he instructed, took three sticks of incense and held them horizontally in his hand.

Strange to say, no matter how long his incense was lit on the candle, the spark could never be lit.

"Huh?"

Changqing let out a sigh of surprise, and then only heard the old man shout: "Hold your breath and concentrate, sink your dantian, pour spiritual power into your hands, and re-order!" ”

The big man answered, regathered his breath again, and held the incense close to the candle—

'Porphyry. ’

This time, the flame on the candle flickered several times, and before the incense could be lit, it was extinguished.

The old man's face instantly became extremely ugly, and he stood up again with a weak face.

"Taiqing gods, please the ancestors of Yunhu Mountain, bless my Taiqing disciples."

When he said this, he gritted his teeth and walked to the side of the big man, knelt down with a 'plop', and knocked his head heavily with a 'bang', and the sound was extremely loud in the lobby.

'Boom! Boom! Boom! ’

The old man, as if he didn't feel it, quickly got up and knocked down again.

He didn't use spiritual power to protect his body, and it took a lot of effort to knock these times.

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

"Taiqing gods, the ancestors of Yunhu Mountain......" The old man kowtowed eighty-one times in a row, and then he knelt down and stood up straight, signaling the big man to go and light the incense candles.

Even if he has reached the realm of infant transformation, these dozens of knocks down have a deep impact on him.

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

Changqing blinked, hiding the light of the water in his eyes, and this time when a small flame fell on the candle with his fingertips—

Everyone held their breath and stared, only to see the fire flicker, and the spark quickly ignited on the candle.

When he approached the three long incense sticks again, the fire did not resist as before, but lit smoothly.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and there was even a hint of surprise on the faces of the old man and the second disciple.

But Song Qingxiao's heart felt a little bad inexplicably, and sure enough, the moment Changqing took the three long incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner, in the sound of 'pop', the three long incense sticks were cut off for no reason.

The part that was ignited at the top fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and I saw that the flame burned several times, and finally turned into a little smoke that rose and slowly extinguished.

“……”

This change made the smile on the old man's face freeze suddenly, his face was blue and white, his chest rose and fell violently, and his blood and qi flowed backwards, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Master......"

As soon as the other two disciples saw him vomiting blood, their faces suddenly changed, and even Changqing, who had lowered his head before, came to his senses and hurriedly leaned in the direction of the old man.

"I'm fine."

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

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

He spoke hoarsely, faintly with a tremble.

Song Qingxiao nodded, and as he instructed, he washed his hands and face first, and then stood in the previous position of the big man and knelt down.

The moment she knelt down, the two disciples saw that the statues seemed to tremble in unison, as if their faces had changed.

"Master......"

The man's eyes were so wide that they almost rolled out of their sockets, and he thought that his eyes were hallucinating, so he involuntarily reached out and rubbed his eyes, and when he widened his eyes to look, he saw a trace of residual smoke swirling around the idol, and the idol was motionless under the smoke, where was there any vibration?

Song Qingxiao kowtowed to the statues of the gods first according to the old man's words, and then took a pillar of incense to light like a big man.

The flame shrank twice, but under Song Qingxiao's gaze, he didn't dare to extinguish it like when he lit it before, but after successfully lighting the incense, it was inserted into the incense burner by Song Qingxiao.

When she planted the incense, she felt a resistance coming from the incense burner, as if the gods here did not want to accept her share of the incense.

But Song Qingxiao doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, although these gods in front of her are worshiped by incense and faith, and they have a certain strength, but this power is weaker than her.

It only took a slight effort on her wrist for the three sticks of incense to slip in.

"Huh......" Changqing watched this scene intently, and only after making sure that her incense was inserted was greatly relieved.

"Ahh

I don't know why, the failure of the previous Changqing incense insertion made the old man's face miserable, but at this time, Song Qing's small incense insertion was successful, but he didn't show any happiness, and his eyebrows were still furrowed, as if he was not very happy.

"I have already offered incense to my grandfather, and there will be gods to protect me on this trip."

In this moment, the old man had already cleaned up his mood and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth:

"I have already divined and calculated the hexagrams, if there is a destiny to help me on this trip, there will be no danger."

Everyone had been delayed for a while, and the old man asked the time again, and he was about to pack up and prepare to go out.

The second disciple took out the things that he had packed for the old man, while Changqing was still looking around for things to stuff into the package he was carrying, and he muttered while stuffing them:

"This is the cup from which my sister wants to drink water......"

"This is the square towel that my sister washes her face......"

The package was getting bigger and bigger, and the hour was almost up, and the three of them went out of the temple gate.

There is a small open space in front of the temple gate, about 20 square meters, and the most edge is a staircase down the mountain that is dug out by hand.

The stairs were unusually steep, each step was no more than a palm-sized interval, there were no handrails on both sides, and it looked extremely scary at least fifty meters straight down.

The wind in the mountains was strong, and the clothes of several people were 'rattling', as if they were going to roll people out.

"Master, you and your little sister must be careful on this trip......"

The second disciple is a person who stayed at the Taoist Temple of Yunhu Mountain, and before leaving, he looked at the old man's gaze with some reluctance:

"I'm waiting for you to come back with your senior brother and junior sister."

"Got it, don't cry, keep practicing every day, don't relax, otherwise I'll break your dog's leg when I come back!"

The old man was not moved by his words, but scolded with a calm face.

He first habitually shrunk his neck, but as if he thought of something, he puffed up his chest very happily:

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

After saying this, his eyes fell on Song Qingxiao's body again, and he earnestly advised:

"Little junior sister, don't be willful when you go out this time, you must obediently listen to the words of the master and the senior brother, as long as you can come back, the second senior brother will listen to you for everything. Don't you want to see me learn to jump rabbits? As long as you are obedient and obedient, my brother will jump to show you when you come back. ”

As he spoke, tears rolled out of his eyes, and he went to see Changqing again:

"Senior brother......" Before he finished speaking, his voice had already turned into a choked 'woo' sound: "Let me go......"

"Stop talking stupid." Changqing scolded him with a smile, and then reached out to wipe his tears for him:

"Take good care of the Taoist temple."

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

"The hour has come, let's go!"

The old man has taken the lead down the stairs, he has reached the realm of turning into a baby, although it seems that he is specialized in catching ghosts and suppressing evil kinds, but after the realm of cultivation has arrived, it is not difficult to go down such a mountain range.

"Qingxiao."

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

In the eyes of the three masters and apprentices, Song Qing was the youngest, and she was the least distracted in the past to draw talismans, and the road down the mountain was extremely rugged on weekdays, and she was the most afraid.

After the old man shouted, he raised an arm:

"Come down, the master will pull you."

This feeling is quite strange to Song Qingxiao.

She was born in adversity, lacked love and care since she was a child, her mother was drunk and dreamed of death, and I am afraid that I still don't know what kind of nightmarish scene she has experienced, and even under the corrosion of alcohol, it may not be possible to recognize her.

After entering the trial, she was ignored at first, and gradually came to this point step by step.

When she was a little stronger, the trials were a nightmare for the enemy, the backer of her teammates, and it was rare for her to be cared for and cared for in such a way, and this feeling was really strange to her.

She was about to jump down, but she was stunned by the old man's words.

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

His face still had the unhealthy pale of the previous spiritual impact, and that face really didn't look kind and lovely, but a little stern, but it couldn't be said to make her feel close.

She answered, holding the hem of her skirt in one hand and putting the other hand in the palm of the old man's hand.

In her eyes, he was just in the realm of turning into a baby, and even because his cultivation was slightly deviated, his strength seemed surprisingly weak to her, but the palms holding her hands were very stable.

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

When Song Qingxiao heard this, she was stunned.

This ordinary and ordinary sentence passed through her ears into her soul, as if it caused a long-lost memory in her soul.

It was as if in the depths of her soul, someone had said the same thing to her in such a tone.

"Who is it?"

She was slightly stunned, but the hand clenched her.

The old man's hand was dry but powerful, her ice spiritual power was affected, and the temperature of her physique was low, compared to the warmth of the old man's palm, which firmly held her up.

"What are you stunned little sister against?" Changqing's voice came from behind, as if coaxing a child:

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

He also thought that Song Qingxiao was scared, and spoke loudly to appease her, which quickly interrupted Song Qingxiao's contemplation.

She settled down, quickly retracted her thoughts, and answered:

"Hmm."

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

At the foot of the mountain, Aunt Wu, who had already made an appointment, had already set up an ox cart and was waiting, and after seeing the figure of the master and apprentice going down the mountain, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and hurriedly greeted her:

"Master Song."

Aunt Wu is about fifty years old, probably because her mother's family is in Shen Zhuang and she is relatively wealthy, she looks slightly fat, and her gray hair is tied into a bun and wrapped around the back of her head.

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

Even if Song Qingxiao was not refined in the art of ghosts and gods, he could see that there was a thick yin qi on her body, which was corroding her body.

This yin qi caused her to attract some demons and sneaks, making her look unrefreshed, and the bags under her eyelids were surprisingly large, like two fish bubbles filled with water.

She was hunched on her back, as if she was carrying a heavy load, and she couldn't lift her shoulders and arms.

Where Aunt Wu walked, the yin qi hit people, as if the sun couldn't shine in.

Her shadow fell to the ground, as if something overlapped, but no one present seemed to be able to see it.

The yin qi gradually shrouded in, and the chill spread, forming a small magnetic field formed by Aunt Wu's own yin qi, which made everyone who passed by her feel uneasy.

Among the three masters and apprentices, Song Daochang's strength in driving away ghosts and suppressing evil spirits is deep, and he has already seen that something is wrong, and he has already taken precautions.

And Song Chang was young and strong, and he stepped into the door of the cultivation world again.

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

Among the few people, it was Song Qingxiao who was the highest, and he could see that something was wrong at a glance, but with his strong strength, he could almost reach the point of being inviolable, so the impact was almost negligible.

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

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

At some point, the yin qi she was infected with attracted a powerful evil creature that parasitized her body and accompanied her day and night.

At this time, it was obviously early in the morning, but the ghost thing could also come with him, which showed that it had become the climate, which was really scary.

When Daoist Song asked, his fingers had already begun to draw talismans in the void, raising his breath and concentrating, preparing to force the ghost thing out, and give it a fatal blow.

"Oh, don't hide it from Daoist Song, since half a month ago, you promised me to go to Shenzhuang to have a look, and I was very relieved in my heart."

may be affected by the yin qi, Aunt Wu gasped violently when she spoke, and the whole person spoke with a kind of air sound, like a broken bellows, and there was a 'snort, snort' sound in her throat.

A few words exhausted her to the point of breath, and sweat trickled down her forehead and both sides of her nose.

"No, I took the time to go back to my mother's house a few days ago, and told my mother's family the good news, huhuhu......" She gasped even more, and her neck involuntarily poked forward, and the whole person looked like a crooked shrimp:

"I also want my father and mother to tell the rich families in the city to scrape together some money, whether it's good, it's good, it's good, it's ......good, it's good

She couldn't finish a sentence, she seemed to roll her eyes, she looked as tired as if she had just crossed the mountains, the corners of her mouth twitched, her eyes were crooked, like twitches, and a bunch of white foam gushed out from the corners of her mouth, looking like she was dying soon.

Her eyes began to roll up, and her yellow face showed black lines, and when Daochang Song saw this, he couldn't help but shout:

"Shen!"

His shouting carried the authentic and heroic aura of the Daomen, containing some kind of secret method, and as soon as he drank it, it was like a morning bell and a dusk drum, and it instantly struck into the depths of Aunt Wu's soul.

The originally flamboyant black qi on her body suddenly shrank, as if sensing fear, and retracted most of it at once.

'Woohoo-woo-hoo-'

Aunt Wu, who was on the verge of dying, let out a flashback of breath from her mouth, and at the moment when the black qi retracted, her soul seemed to hear Song Daochang's shout, and immediately woke up.

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

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

As she spoke, she slapped herself on the head:

"Look at my memory, the older I get, the less useful it becomes."