When Huzi returned to Sun Mountain, the sky was already dark, and he was swaying on the mountain road, not in a hurry or slowly.

He was very confused in his heart, and Zhang Li told him those things, which sounded like a fantasy to him, revealing such an unrealistic taste. Zhang Li deserves to have a clever mouth, he talks about things, and Huzi listens like a storyteller.

But at that time, Zhang Li's life was in his own hands, and Huzi didn't think he would tell a lie. What's more, his words have a nose and an eye. Mr. Peng's magic technique conjured up a pseudo-candle dragon, which not everyone knows.

When he went mad, he was actually able to suppress Fu Daoren and his uncle Li Lintang! Thinking of this, he was still a little proud. It stands to reason that if he can exert such great power when he is unconscious, then he should also have this ability when he is sober. But in fact, now Li Lintang is bullying him like playing.

Do you really have such a great ability? Huzi asked himself - no. There is no such cheap thing in the world, Li Lintang has also practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he has the secret spells of the ghost family, how many years have he been wandering in the rivers and lakes, and his ability to fight in life and death must be higher than him. How can he Peng Hu, after practicing kung fu for less than ten years, he can overshadow his uncle?

What's more, there is also a Fu Dao person.

Therefore, Huzi is more willing to believe that that time he went mad and fell into the devil, which cost him the hard work of his origin, and may even have hurt the foundation, so that he could conjure up the evil ghosts of the law and the heavens and the earth. He touched the fangs in his mouth again—the mark of that madness—and with a little force, he could cut through his finger. It's so sharp, it's not like a human mouth should grow at all.

Thinking of this, he hated Fu Daoren and Zhang Li even more. If it weren't for Zhang Li who decided that he Peng Hu was a demon, if it wasn't for Fu Daoren who drugged in that glass of wine, how could he pull out many things later? How could he let him lose his longevity for no reason?

Thinking about these chaotic things in my head, I came to the temple gate after a while. When Huzi looked up, he was startled!

The billowing aura gathered in the sky above the main hall, as if it was about to turn into mist. It was shaped like a funnel, and its pointed beak was aimed at the inside of the hall. The bell on the old locust tree in front of the door is windless, and the "jingle bell" is crisp and pleasant, ringing non-stop. Two curtains were hung on the door of the main hall, and the talisman seals were painted on them, so that the inside was tightly covered, and it was not visible. The sound of golden gongs and drums came faintly from all directions, and you could vaguely hear the chanting. However, the voice of this chanting was very chaotic, as if there were one hundred and eighty people, each reciting the thirty-six sutras.

What a big ceremony! Huzi hesitated for a moment, and said in his heart: What happened to this, why didn't you inform me in advance? Then I think it's wrong – it's not that I'm going to give the skin is fake, and I'm going to take it away, so that I don't know that this festival is real!

In such a battle, Huzi wondered if his master, Mr. Peng, was going to become an immortal!

Thinking of this, Huzi stepped into the courtyard. But as soon as he was about to go to the main hall, he was pulled by someone.

"Don't go over! It's not over, we have to wait outside. Huzi turned around and saw that it was Mr. Peng who grabbed him!

It's strange, if Mr. Peng is outside, then who is doing things in the hall?

Mr. Peng gently touched Huzi's head and said, "The spells of the martial arts sect cannot be learned, and the spells of the martial arts sect are not something that the disciples of the martial arts should know." Although they are in the same vein, they are two paths. Don't look at what you shouldn't, don't be curious. ”

yes, that makes sense. Huzi nodded, this truth Mr. Peng had educated him since he was a child. It is true that the martial arts are in the same ghost family, but the two kung fu methods are not connected. As the old saying goes, greed and chewing are not rotten, there is no end to learning the sea, and there is no end to learning, all the way to the peak of kung fu, it is even more difficult, the martial arts and martial arts are each in one vein, and they go hand in hand, and the disciples of one vein are not allowed to watch the exercises of the other vein. What I am afraid of is that I am greedy for a moment and my mind is confused.

Huzi shook his body and dodged Mr. Peng's hand. Mr. Peng touched his head so that he felt that he had not grown up, or that Mr. Peng was still treating him as a child. It made him a little uncomfortable.

So Huzi diverted the words: "Master, I also know the rules, why do you use a piece of skin to spend me?" ”

Mr. Peng raised his leg and kicked lightly on Huzi's buttocks, and said with a smile: "It's true that you were asked to send skins, why should I spend you?" In today's ceremony, I don't even want to interfere with the preparation of things, what are you doing on the mountain? ”

As soon as Huzi heard that he had misunderstood, he grabbed his earlobe and squatted down: "Master, I was wrong, you scold me." ”

When Mr. Peng saw Huzi's appearance, he couldn't cry or laugh, so he had to say, "Forget it, get up!" The bigger it gets, the more uneasy it is, and I can't hold back any twists and turns in my heart and don't say it, not as intimate as when I was a child. I ask you, why did you come back so late? ”

Huzi stood up and flattened his mouth: "I...... I'm looking for Xiao Jiu? ”

At the mention of Xiao Jiu, Mr. Peng smiled: "Oh...... The kid ...... How is he now? What did you say and play? ”

"Where?" mentioned this stubble, Huzi was angry, "I went to the Drum Tower, and I took a look at the door of his room, and before I could say a word, he blasted me out!" didn't let me call him Xiao Jiu, I had to call him 'Chen Caiwei', and there was a lot of difference between the words, and he almost didn't recognize me as a brother! ”

Mr. Peng listened to Huzi's complaint and sighed softly: "Hey...... Hard-working child. is just a poor person who eats drama, and it is natural that he will change his temperament when he suffers from this. Since he doesn't like it, you just go a few less, and on the days when he sings, let's go to the stage more. ”

Huzi still had the heart to open his mouth, but Mr. Peng waved his hand and stopped: "I know what you want to say, don't ask." If you don't know about this yet, don't ask around. ”

Huzi really wanted to ask, what was the difficulty of Xiao Jiu. But since Mr. Peng had already spoken, he knew that he would not be able to ask anything more, so his voice was dumb.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour or so, first the bell on the old locust tree stopped ringing, and then the sound of chanting and the sound of the golden gong and drum dissipated. The talisman seal on the two curtains at the entrance of the main hall flashed twice in a flash.

"Step back." Mr. Peng grabbed Huzi's wrist and walked out of the yard directly.

As soon as Huzi stepped out of the courtyard, he felt that the aura in his whole body was agitated, and the yin qi running in the meridians did not listen to his own call, and wanted to break out of his body!

In a panic, Mr. Peng was a little above his eyebrows, and a cool air came out from the spiritual platform, spreading all over his body, suppressing the restless spiritual energy and yin qi.

"Keep your heart." Mr. Peng's voice sounded in Huzi's ears, "If there is a slight change, my aura is not well controlled, and the cultivators are still not at home, and the mind still needs to be sharpened." ”

Losing someone in front of the master, Huzi blushed, and wanted to say something to refute, but felt that he had nothing to say. I still can't practice at home, and I can't complain about others.

Look up, it's scary!

The aura that had originally hovered over the main hall surged down in the shape of a funnel! It turned out to be a gust of wind. Huzi narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could see that in the aura, there was already a cloud and mist form.

It took a stick of incense to pour this aura down before it dissipated. Huzi let out a sigh of relief, and he had the illusion of entering someone else's house again. Between heaven and earth, the aura that was originally ubiquitous was empty at this time, which made him feel like he was stepping on a ball of cotton, and his limbs were not strong.

The amount of aura that poured into the main hall just now can be seen from this.

Huzi thought that when he got here, this ritual would be over. I didn't think about it, and then there was a rolling yin wind, surging out of the main hall!

This ferocious aura was very violent, and Huzi only felt that he had seen the illusion of a battlefield battle. This yin aura is strong, as if some fierce ghost demon king has been released from hell! Huzi smiled bitterly, and said in his heart that all the spells of the ghost family are inseparable from this.

When this yin qi gradually subsided, laughter came from the hall. You don't need to look at people, you can know by listening to this bold movement that it is Li Lintang.

Mr. Peng also had a smile on his face and said softly, "It's done." Let's go, Huzi, let's go back and have a look. ”

Li Lintang kicked the curtain away and walked out with Zhao Shankun in his arms. Zhao Shankun leaned his neck and collapsed in Li Lintang's arms, wrapped in a mattress.

Before Mr. Peng could get closer, Li Lintang greeted him from a distance: "Senior brother, how is it!" I said it can be done, right? This is my apprentice, I don't know it myself? He has this life, and he should practice my kung fu. You still say no, my fancy apprentice, I'm sure it's right! ”

Mr. Peng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's almost there." He is your apprentice, not your son, and he is about to make you beautiful after a lot of boasting. ”

"Who said it wasn't my son!" Li Lintang was anxious, "It's not my own birth, it's also my apprentice!" He called me a master, a teacher for one day, a father for life, and I am his father! ”

Huzi approached and saw that something was not quite right with Zhao Shankun. Did you faint, or did you fall asleep? The little face was pale, the lips were purple, and when he reached out and touched his forehead, it was as cold as snow, and there was no heat at all!

"Master! Teacher! Huzi was very anxious and pointed at Zhao Shankun, "Dog, he ...... Is he no longer good? ”

"Don't fart!" Li Lintang kicked Huzi's ass, "That's it!" You carry him back into the house, get a good night's sleep, and wake up tomorrow morning and everything will be fine. ”

Huzi took Zhao Shankun and glanced at his master. Mr. Peng nodded and waved his hand. That means let Huzi do what his uncle said.

Huzi stretched out his hand and pressed it on Zhao Shankun's neck, his pulse was strong, not like something was wrong. Only then did he let go of his hanging heart and hugged Zhao Shankun back to the backyard.

Li Lintang saw that Huzi was so nervous, laughed, and said, "This kid is really nervous about his junior brother." ”

Mr. Peng said: "This child has a good heart, much stronger than I was back then. ”

Li Lintang looked at Mr. Peng for a while, sighed, and didn't say anything more.