"Taiqing Taoist Temple, real people gather, you won't avoid it, are you serious?"

Just when Song Ziming's thoughts were in despair, suddenly a neutral voice resounded throughout the ward.

The ghost-faced man didn't want to stop what he was doing, but the truth couldn't help him.

With his cultivation realm that was about to ascend to the "Hundred Ghost List", at this time, he felt that his whole body was locked by the other party.

He tried all his strength to break free, but found that no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.

"You, you, which real person are you from the Taiqing Taoist Temple?"

At this time, the ghost-faced man was not as arrogant and domineering as he was in front of Song Ziming and his wife before.

From his trembling voice, it could be heard that he was very afraid of the comer.

"Whoosh! …… Yes! ……”

A red-golden light flashed, and the ghostface wailed miserably.

I saw that the ghost-faced man was suddenly knocked backwards to the corner of the wall, and then looked at his entire body, which was integrated into the wall.

At the same time, an old man in sloppy clothes suddenly appeared in the ward.

In the old man's unkempt hairline, there were still a few strands of straw.

His mouth full of stubble, combined with the clothes that seemed to have not been washed for hundreds of years, exuded an unpleasant stench all over his body.

If you want to talk about the excellence of this old man, I think there is only that pair of tiger eyes that seem to be able to see through all falsehood.

"Ah, Dad, Mom, are you all right?"

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

Immediately afterwards, Song Ziming saw his adopted daughter Xiao Lingzi, and rushed over.

Xiao Lingzi looked at Song Ziming and his wife with a concerned face, and secretly complained in her heart why she couldn't come back earlier.

The ghost-faced man embedded in the wall, facing the threat of his life, has forgotten the purpose of his coming.

At this time, he only had one thought, that is, to escape from this place as soon as possible.

Because of him, he has vaguely guessed the identity of the old man.

"You want to run away, but you can't, oh......"

The old man looked at the ghost-faced man's hideous appearance, and a smug smile appeared on his face, and then he actually rose up and snorted.

But none of the people present found it funny.

They all stared in amazement at the ghost-faced man's body that was embedded in the wall, and the ghost-faced man's body was constantly dissolving.

The ghost-faced man's ugly face was filled with an expression of pain.

"Braggart guy, when you make a move on someone who is too clear of my Taoist temple, you are already dead."

The old man didn't even look at the ghost-faced man, but walked straight to Su Lan's side, stretched out his palm full of dirt, and pinched Xiao Song Zhong's nose.

"Follow the word, Lingchen Daoist, you are Lingchen Daoist, ah! Why did you come, I hate it......"

After exclaiming such a sentence, the Ghost-faced man's body suddenly turned into a puddle of pus and blood, and then disappeared from the ground.

Song Ziming looked at the place where the ghost-faced man disappeared in a daze, and at the same time his heart turned over and over.

Lingchen Daoist, what is that identity? It was the master of the dignified Taiqing Taoist Temple, a platinum-level onmyoji.

Such a character is definitely above the clouds in the Chinese Yin and Yang Realm, and it is an unattainable existence.

He let his adopted daughter Xiao Lingzi go to the rescue, originally in his opinion, Taiqing Dao looked at his face, and it would be good to be able to send a gold-level real person.

As for the master of the Taiqing Taoist Temple in person, he didn't even dare to think about it.

"Little one, me, there's meat to eat."

The Lingchen Daoist looked at Xiao Song Zhong's gaze, full of loving smiles.

However, Xiao Song Zhong didn't buy the account of the Lingchen Daoist at all, and at this time, he opened his mouth violently and bit the finger of the Lingchen Daoist.

What kind of cultivation is that Lingchen Dao person, how could he be injured by a child.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if Xiao Song Zhong has the determination to bite off his fingers, he has no teeth!

"Zhong'er, don't be rude......"

Song Zhong's mother, Su Lan, although she didn't know who the so-called Lingchen Daoist in front of her was.

But what she knew in her heart was that this old man was a lifesaver for their whole family.

Xiao Song Zhong's slippery little eyes glanced at his mother Su Lan, and then looked at Lingchen Daoren with disgust.

Then he gently let go, biting the mouth of the Lingchen Daoist.

"You're a little one, you're really naughty. You can rest assured, although the Eastern Emperor Bell is strong, I will not win people's love if I am too Qing Taoist Temple. It's just that I don't know if your kid is willing to worship this seat as a teacher. ”

Seeing the attitude of the Lingchen Daoist towards Xiao Song Zhong at this time, Song Ziming couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

To tell the truth, at this time he was a little wishful that he was his son.

You must know that in the Yin and Yang Realm, there is a master like Lingchen Daoren, who can simply walk sideways in the Yin and Yang Realm of China.

"Zhong'er, promise to come down quickly......"

Wishing for a son to become a dragon and a woman to become a phoenix is the unchanging folk customs of China through the ages.

Of course, Song Ziming, who is Song Zhong's father, is no exception.

Although he knew that at this occasion, it was inconvenient for him to say more.

But for the sake of his son's future, he still did it.

Xiao Song Zhong looked at Lingchen Daoist with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

He was born not long ago, but he was born with a bell and a spiritual root. In terms of intelligence, it can naturally be called blessed by heaven.

But it is precisely because of the reason that he has just been born that he is not able to distinguish between good and evil.

"Little one, do you know what it means to be a man of his word? Don't you want to be like this seat, pointing out the country and caring for the common people? ”

Lingchen Dao people, seeing that they didn't even have such a little doll fooling, suddenly turned into a fairy wind Dao bone.

Seeing Lingchen Daoren's sloppy clothes at this time, coupled with his expression at this time, how to look at it makes people feel a little out of place.

Even Xiao Lingzi, who was her sister on the side, couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Xiao Song Zhong just looked at the Lingchen Daoist, and there was an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

Lingchen Dao people know that if they don't show some real skills at this time, they really won't be recognized by this little guy.

So he gently stretched out his right hand, took out a lollipop from the cloth bag he wore around his waist, and handed it to Xiao Song Zhong's hand.

That little Song Zhong had just come to this world, where did he know the deliciousness of lollipops, so he looked at Lingchen Daoist with some puzzlement.

Lingchen Dao understood it, and gently peeled off the outer packaging of the lollipop with his hand, and then carefully sent it into Song Zhong's mouth.

Just when Xiao Song Zhong's saliva just touched the lollipop, his two pupils suddenly contracted.

If he is at this time, he can speak words.

will definitely say, "In this world, there is such a delicious taste." ”

"Hehe, little one, what do you see here?"

Lingchen Daoist looked at it, and Xiao Song Zhong really couldn't resist the temptation of food.

So he suddenly beckoned lightly, and then a small tree of one man rose from the ground.

But these are not the point, the point is that the fruit on the small tree is not fruit, but the lollipop that is exactly the same as that contained in Song Zhong's mouth.

Xiao Song Zhong looked at the lollipop tree that suddenly appeared, and his eyes suddenly flashed again and again.

If he could, he would really like to fly and embrace the lollipop tree in his arms.

"When a Onmyoji cultivates and reaches the realm of being a teacher, he can easily do this. Child, would you like to worship me as a teacher? ”

Lingchen Daoist plucked a few lollipops from the small tree, and then put them on Xiao Song Zhong's chest.

At this time, his expression was not to mention how obscene.

If it weren't for Song Ziming knowing, the one standing in front of him was the master of the Taiqing Taoist Temple, and it is estimated that most of them would regard him as a child abductor.

Faced with the temptation of food, Xiao Song Zhong finally couldn't bear it.

I saw him nodding his head again and again like a chicken, indicating that from this moment on, he would identify the master of Lingchen Daoren.

"Children can be taught, but they are also ......"

Lingchen Daoist nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Song Zhong's father, Song Ziming.

"You kid, is it an inner disciple of our Taiqing Taoist Temple?"

When facing Song Ziming, the face of the Lingchen Daoist returned to its former majesty, and his powerful momentum directly suppressed Song Ziming a little breathless.

"Lord, the little one is!"

Song Ziming didn't dare to look at the Lingchen Dao people, and nodded his head again and again.

At the same time, he was also a little embarrassed in his heart, originally he thought that the Lingchen Daoist went down the mountain for the sake of his own face.

But now in such a situation, even a fool can feel that it is his son Song Zhong who invites this big Buddha.

"Good, good. From today onwards, you will be the real person of my Taiqing Taoist Temple. If anyone in the yin and yang world dares to trouble you without a long eye, mention me. ”

Lingchen Daoist said to Song Ziming angrily, looking like a big brother taking care of a younger brother.

"I, I, I'm a real person from the Taiqing Taoist Temple?"

After Song Ziming heard the words of the Lingchen Daoist, he couldn't help but sweat in his heart.

You must know that the onmyoji who can become a real person of the Taiqing Taoist Temple is the worst cultivation and has a gold-level cultivation.

And he is a bronze player, if he goes out and says that he is a real person, it is really easy to be beaten.

"What? Is it difficult to speak? ”

Lingchen Daoist frowned slightly, looking impatient.

"Good envoy, good envoy, you say that I am a real person, then I am a real person."

Song Ziming was sincerely frightened towards the Lingchen Dao people, but he didn't care what he really became a real person.

Because what he knows in his heart is that in the Yin and Yang Realm, his own strength is the origin of everything.

If you don't have the strength, you can directly let him be the master of the Taiqing Taoist Temple, and you will just be a puppet.

As for the reason why he was so respectful to the Spirit Dust Dao people, it was because he had a premonition.

His son Song Zhong, with the teachings of the Lingchen Daoist, will definitely become a great onmyoji.

It's a man's intuition......

"In Kyushu, China, the gods are revealed, which is a sign of the coming of a great era. I don't know if the Eastern Emperor Bell is a blessing or a curse for me to be too clear? ”

Lingchen Daoist's gaze looked into the distance, and he muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.