Spring thunder rolls and the sky wants to rain. Looking at the two stone talismans on the table, Mr. Peng's face was as gloomy as the sky.

This matter was easy to solve, and there was no more moth. The evil ghost's revenge was avenged, and the obsession in his heart dissipated, and he was not far from his soul. The infant spirit has already taken the life of the biological mother, so it is naturally easy to clean up.

At night, I went to the children's ditch, and with the tiger's ability to find ghosts and monsters, the evil ghost had nothing to hide. Mr. Peng's spirit talisman was sacrificed, and the money sword fell, which pressed this evil ghost in the spell.

But in the dirt, among the bones of the baby, these two stone talismans were picked up!

Around Changtu Mansion, this thing is really not uncommon. From last summer to now, a lot of things have to do with it. But who is the owner of this stone rune, and what does it want to do? Whether it is Mr. Peng or Grandma Seventeen, they are all confused.

There is nothing new under the sun, the bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of all living beings is for profit. This kind of stone rune is extremely laborious and laborious to carve, and it also needs to be guaranteed by a lot of cultivation and blessings by spells to make it show its power. Mr. Peng said that he did not believe anything, and the owner of this stone talisman worked hard to make two stone talismans, just to help the infant spirit avenge the life of a prostitute.

Originally, Mr. Peng still suspected that the innocent monk was the main messenger behind the scenes, but until now, the two little immortals of the Hu family have been guarding the entrance and exit of the ghost domain, and they have not seen the monk show his head for more than half a year.

If it was said that the monk made these things in the ghost realm, then someone or a ghost had to bring them out. The two little immortals sent by Grandma Seventeen were extremely sharp-eyed, how could they not see any clues?

The owner of this stone talisman must still be hiding in a place where Mr. Peng and they can't see.

This really worries Mr. Peng. These stone talismans have killed many people, Mr. Peng has never seen them at the beginning, but now that he knows it, he can't put it aside. It is the responsibility of a cultivator to slay demons and eliminate demons, establish one's own heart, protect the peace of the water and soil, and prevent it from being disturbed by evil demons.

This is not a rap with two high-pitched sentences, which seems to be a sect that preaches morality than others - there is no reason to talk about this kind of thing. In the final analysis, a cultivator is still a "human". Since you are still human, you can't help the demons to mess with the world. Since ancient times, good and evil have not been separated, and it is by no means a joke.

If you have to say something, you can only spit out four words: justified!

Huzi saw that Mr. Peng was worried, and he was also worried. It's not for anything else, he's worried about himself. At the beginning, he had made up his mind that before Mr. Peng found out about this matter, he would sort things out by himself, so that the master could see how high his ability was.

Now, Mr. Peng is at a loss in this matter, but Huzi knows less than his master. Although he has never told others his rhetoric, he has a hard time in his heart.

Looking at the two stone talismans on the table, Huzi fantasized about what kind of magical power he had borrowed to find people. Just like what is written in the play, if he gets something, draws a talisman, blows a breath, and recites a sutra, the object will take him to the master.

But where is it so cheap? If there is such a magical power, it is estimated that it will not be easy to use. To find out who the owner of a murder knife is, you have to find a blacksmith shop nine times out of ten.

Huzi was thinking nonsense here, and Li Lintang entered the house with a fishy smell of blood. There was a sound of "chopping and plopping", and Li Lintang threw a lot of dead things in his hand on the ground.

Mr. Peng was disturbed, frowned and accepted the stone talisman on the table, and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

Li Lintang picked up a dead fox and proudly displayed: "Senior brother, look at it!" In the spring, the bright hair has just changed, how much silver is such a leather worth? ”

"Uncle Shi, did you go hunting in the mountains?" Huzi stepped forward to take a look, good guy! The fox in Li Lintang's hand has two eyes that are now two blood holes. It is conceivable that Li Lintang's technique, a short whistle spike one eye enters, and the other eye comes out, and the skin is intact! It's worth it.

Three foxes, two rabbits, all died like this. Li Lintang was still sighing: "It's a pity, it's all such little things." I didn't meet wild boars or roe deer, otherwise we would have good meat to eat today. ”

Mr. Peng was puzzled, "Why are you going hunting?" ”

"Make a living." Li Lintang sat down and took a sip of water, "Senior brother, didn't you ask me to find a job?" I don't want to go down the mountain anymore and do the work under someone else's hands. Open a martial arts hall, the business has been too bleak these years, and the real skills of our ghost family can't be cheap for outsiders. In business, I'm not that material. Thinking about it, when I was walking a dart, I learned how to hit a fox with a clip, and my martial arts were not given for nothing, so it was quite suitable to be a hunter. ”

Mr. Peng nodded and said, "It's not impossible. But since you can catch it with your bare hands, let's put fewer clips in the future. Fight a little less fox, this thing is difficult to give birth, it is the time to give birth in the spring, you beat the big one, and the small one will not survive. Rabbits are almost gone, so it's better to fight more. What's more, there are seventeen grandmothers sitting on the mountain in Changtu Mansion, how do you know if the fox you called has practiced? It is better to offend less. ”

Li Lintang grinned: "Senior brother, you scold me." Although I am a descendant of the martial arts, I still can't recognize whether I am a goblin or not? Senior brother, don't worry, my move is on. ”

"Oh, that's not right." Mr. Peng asked again, "You went into the mountains to hunt in the morning, I don't know." I thought you took Shankun out. Where is he? Seeing that it was going to rain, he didn't want it to rain again. ”

Li Lintang drank enough water, picked up all the wild things on the ground, and said, "Senior brother, that's my apprentice, I'm more refined than you, don't worry, I'll let him practice in the house." ”

Mr. Peng glanced at Huzi. Huzi nodded: "I got up early this morning, and he blasted me out of the house." Saying what is the secret method of the martial arts, you can't let me see it, the gods are chattering. Why else I'm going to be here with you? ”

Co-author...... You're not serious either? Mr. Peng said with a smile.

There was a thunderous "click" outside, which was reflected on Mr. Peng's smiling face, and Huzi's scalp was numb. He stiffened his neck and replied, "No...... All right. ”

Mr. Peng turned around and took down the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and scriptures and spread them on the table: "On a rainy day, if you are idle, you are idle, let's copy the scriptures." ”

Huzi's face turned green, and he begged: "Master, you raise your noble hand and let me go, I can't do anything in this house...... You copied the scriptures, and I watched it all by walking on the side! ”

"Come on." Mr. Peng has ground all the ink here, "You just can't have a good mind now, you must exercise it." There are two ways to exercise your mind. One is to taste all the flavors of the world and understand the warmth and coldness of human feelings, but you are still too young to suffer enough, and this road will not work. The other is copying the scriptures, when you do something, you can be as calm and calm as when you copy the scriptures, and your mind will become. Besides, you should also practice your dog crawling calligraphy, there is a little beggar in the city, and he can write better with his feet than with your hand. ”

Huzi took the pen and flattened his mouth, and whispered: "Anyway, it's better than Uncle Shi's writing." ”

Mr. Peng patted Huzi on the head: "Just say this behind his back, let him listen to you, you will be beaten!" ”

There are two flowers, one on each branch. Mr. Peng and Huzi copied the scriptures, and Zhao Shankun sat cross-legged in the room alone, exercising his strength.

The meridians of the human body lead to hundreds of limbs, and many people can't touch the doorway in their lives. Even if there is a famous teacher's guidance, from the beginning of the practice to the feeling of the "qi" deposited in the dantian, it will take two or three years of work, to say the least. At the beginning, Li Lintang came over step by step.

The Ghost Family Gate and the Martial Arts Sect do not cultivate internal strength, and what flows in the meridians is the same as the Shumen, which is the aura of heaven and earth. It is said that it is "foreign kung fu", but in the final analysis, it is still a monk. It's just that I'm not good at subjugating demons and eliminating demons, and I'm not good at chanting spells and drawing talismans. This one, however, is much more difficult than cultivating internal strength.

Li Lintang is the spirit of many fierce tigers, they are all beasts, their wisdom is not opened, and their spirits are not separated, so they can only be driven by others. Zhao Shankun is different, he took a big advantage! Song Xiongfang was originally a breeze, full of yin qi, and a strong evil qi, and used the method of carving the body to cross to Zhao Shankun's body, so Zhao Shankun no longer had to take the road of realizing the sense of qi, and directly began to practice the exercises.

But engraving is not without a little risk. The heroic spirit is in the body, and if it sounds good, it is called the blessing of the breeze, and if it is not good, it is the ghost body! Fortunately, Song Xiongfang is a reasonable ghost, and his sanity is still sound, he and Li Lintang are also in the right temper, what is what, this is not the body that forcibly occupied Zhao Shankun's body and borrowed the corpse to return the soul.

This body is still Zhao Shankun's, after a long time, coupled with the secret method of carving the body, when Song Xiongfang wants to use Zhao Shankun's mouth to speak, it has to be agreed by Zhao Shankun.

It sounds like a ghost as a minion, but it's not. Li Lintang told him that Zhao Shankun should uphold the teacher's etiquette and must be very respectful.

"Don't think that if it is engraved on you, Officer Song will have no other way to treat you. You give birth to him, and you die and his soul is scattered. The two depend on each other, as if they were one person. Li Lintang's words, Zhao Shankun didn't dare to miss a word, and remembered it in his heart.

The technique he is practicing now is called "borrowing the spirit", which is the essence of carving the body. In short, it is to lend the ability of the spirit body to oneself, to keep one's mind clear, and to be able to exert the power of the spirit body. Li Lintang waved his iron rod, with the sound of a tiger's roar, that is, he had practiced this technique to the transformation realm, and he was free to put it away.

Zhao Shankun sat cross-legged on the spot, sweating as if he had just been fished out of the water. Between breathing and breathing, I could faintly see a red mist flowing between my lips and nose.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and the fierce light was terrifying! Zhao Shankun rolled over and landed a set of long punches. It doesn't look like a beginner's practice at all, but has a foundation of several years. The bloody qi between the fists and feet surged, like an evil ghost coming out of the cage!

Li Lintang peeled off a rabbit skin in the kitchen, stretched it on the wooden board, heard a slight sound through the rain curtain, and the corners of his mouth curled: "It's done!" ”

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