Hearing this, my face immediately turned green, this little magic spear, I also said before that we seized the opportunity and were able to defeat the enemy's aircraft first, but I didn't expect that before the battle, just to probe for information, the situation was reversed by others.

"Afraid of what? It's coming, it's hitting! The little spear frowned and said disdainfully.

"Hey, my young class master, that's the red and white double evil and the infant spirit evil, any one of them is enough for us to drink a pot, not to mention the murderous things that are suppressed by these three evils!" The old child said with a bitter face.

"I said don't panic! Come over first and take a hand, carry this stupid girl to the incense case, and give her fragrant food to replenish her soul. The little sharpshooter said.

Immediately, the little spear and the old child carried the silly woman to the incense table to lie down, and then lit the incense candle on the incense table, adjusted the position of the incense candle, and let the smoke and incense shroud the tip of the silly woman's nose.

I asked why I did this, and the little spear said, the stupid woman was a soul matchmaker before, and a wisp of remnant soul was attached to the paper bird, but the paper bird was caught, and the wisp of remnant soul could not be recovered, and the soul of the body was damaged and missing a piece, so it would bleed from the seven orifices, and now she has to be fed fragrant to replenish the soul and heal the wound.

Then, the little spear asked Uncle Nine to quickly dress up and prepare for battle.

"Pretending to be whom? Or are you the young class master, you play Emperor Guan, and we play Zhou Cang and Guan Ping? The old kid asked.

"No, the Martial Saint True Monarch suppresses the evil demons, deals with the ferocious, please make the Star Monarch better." Said the little sharpshooter.

The little spear turned around, picked out the most brand-new and luxurious big red box from the leather box behind him, and said that this time the enemy is at present, the situation is too critical, and he can't be ambiguous, and he must ask Master Zu to come out!

When Xiao Xiyue heard this, their expressions relaxed, and they said that there is no need to be afraid, Master Zu is out of the horse, and no matter how fierce the ferocity is, they have to retreat!

The little spear opened the suitcase, and inside was a set of goose-yellow hydrated costumes, a black three-mountain crown, and a pair of golden boots.

I can't remember for a while, who is the little magic gun trying to play? The ancestor of the troupe, isn't it Lao Langshen, Tang Ming Emperor Li Longji? A mediocre emperor who only knows how to sing, please come here and use another fart?

But after the little magic spear was dressed up, I suddenly realized that the ordinary Liyuan opera troupe worships the old Lang God, and the little magic spear is the people in the Liyuan Daomen, and they worship the old opera god before the Qing Dynasty, Erlang God Yang Jian!

The little magic spear was packed up, picked up the three-pointed two-sided knife, and before he could draw his face, he already had the heroic posture of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun.

And Uncle Nine and the old child also moved quickly to put on their respective robes, probably to play the role of Captain Meishan who assisted Erlang Zhenjun.

Xiao Xiyue put makeup on their faces one by one, taking advantage of this effort, the old child also joked that he touched the rhubarb with his foot, saying that this is really a coincidence, and there are ready-made people who pretend to be roaring dogs!

"What about me? Who am I pretending to be? I asked, frowning.

Uncle Nine shook his head and said that I don't know the Taoism of their Daomen, so it's useless to dress me up.

I wrinkled my face a little frustrated, and when Xiao Xiyue saw this, she comforted me and said that she would draw it for me later, so as to fill the scene.

"Draw a face mask for Brother Dahai." The old kid said.

Xiao Xiyue and they all laughed, I don't know what they are laughing at.

"The original form of the Broken Star Monarch is a pig essence, and the old child buries you to play tricks!" Xiao Xiyue said.

I looked angrily at the old child, who smiled and waved his hand, saying that it was a joke to ease the tension before the war, don't mind.

I didn't bother to mind him, for I had already heard the sound of dense footsteps outside the temple gates with my keen sense of the hunter.

"Here, a lot of people." I whispered.

The little spear immediately put on guard, and at the same time, under the hillside outside the temple gate, more than 20 figures walked up quickly.

But unexpectedly, among these people who came, there were no murderous creatures, nor the three evils, all of them were ordinary people, wearing uniform black silk shirts.

And the person who led them was none other than Mr. Qin.

"Guys, which one are you singing?" Mr. Qin squinted at us.

No one paid any attention to him.

"It seems that I am not very welcome, but I have something to inquire about this time, I wonder if any of you have lost anything?" Mr. Qin took out a piece of yellow paper from his arms.

Then Mr. Qin looked straight at me: "Little brother Zhang Donghai, are you the one who lost it?" ”

I didn't answer, just stared at him viciously.

Seeing this, a playful smile appeared on Mr. Qin's face, and he said in a mocking tone: "I'm just looking for a lost owner of this thing, you lost it, you answered yes, I will return it to you, not you lost it, I'll ask others again, why do you purse your mouth like a girl?" ”

Being so provoked by him, I thought about getting back the remnant soul of the stupid woman, and immediately wanted to rush over and take back the yellow paper, but my arm was grabbed by the little magic spear.

"Don't fall for him, that piece of yellow paper was dropped by him, not ours." The little sharpshooter whispered.

Listening to what the little spear said, I could see clearly that the yellow paper in Mr. Qin's hand had words written on it, and the yellow paper of the origami bird before us should have nothing but two drops of blood from the stupid woman.

"It's not that I lost it, and besides, who will be rare in these years?" I said to Mr. Qin.

Mr. Qin turned his head to look at the little spear.

"Lu Xingli, did you lose it?"

The little spear let out a "huh" and asked Mr. Qin how he would know his real name?

This time, it was Mr. Qin's turn to smile and not answer.

And the little spear also denied it, saying that the yellow paper was not lost by him.

"Well, since no one admits it......" Mr. Qin put away the yellow paper, his face tense, and his murderous aura bloomed all over his body.

The people on our side suddenly raised their hearts to their throats, thinking that he must be in trouble!

But in the next second, Mr. Qin actually laughed.

"Then I'll go somewhere else and ask, even if it's just a worthless piece of paper that I happened to pick up, it will be returned to the original owner, everyone, excuse me."

Then Mr. Qin waved his hand and left with his people.

When they walked a long way, I and Xiao Shengun looked at each other, not knowing what kind of medicine Mr. Qin was selling in his gourd.

"What? He doesn't seem to want to clash with us? He also endured the things that we spied on? The old kid asked.

The little spear shook his head and said not sure, maybe Mr. Qin just came over to find out the details of us, and now he is going back to exorcise the evil, and he will kill the horse gun later!

But we waited for a long time, and Mr. Qin showed no signs of coming back.

"Is that really the end of it?" Xiao Xiyue asked.

"Maybe, the one surnamed Qin has invited Master Zu out! It must be scared to pee your pants! The old kid said.

But I think that with Mr. Qin's character, he will not be so resigned, he just said that he would go somewhere else to ask the owner of the yellow paper......

Suddenly, I broke out in a cold sweat, and my hands were shaking and I couldn't hold the shotgun.

"That bastard is probably going to my house and hurting my parents!" I said in a trembling voice.

Immediately, I ran out of the mountain temple, and Rhubarb quickly chased after me.

As soon as they heard the little spear, they also packed up their things and let the old child carry the stupid woman on his back and follow me down the mountain.

When they entered the village, they had to avoid the sight of the villagers, but fortunately, after going down the mountain, we directly touched the carpenter workshop of Xiaofeng's family, and then went around to the backyard door of our house to enter the house, and no one bumped into it.

My parents were at home, and when they saw me return safely, a look of joy immediately appeared on their faces, and they asked me if I had found my uncle.

"Leave this alone, did anyone send you a piece of yellow paper just now?" I asked anxiously.

Mom and Dad shook their heads.

My heart instantly relaxed.

"However, when I came back from going out to buy baked cakes, I picked up one at the door." Dad said.

Suddenly, my heart and blood pressure rose, and I stretched out my hand and pointed at my dad's nose, eager to strangle him, an old fool.

"What are you picking things up for?" I asked angrily.

My dad is also a tough temper, and when he saw my fierce appearance, he immediately scolded me, saying that this is our family's family motto, and I cherish the words and paper! If the paper with the words written on it falls to the ground, can you not pick it up?

My father's education level is not high, the level of literacy is not illiteracy, but my grandfather was a teacher in the village before his death, and there are a lot of problems with the stinky old nine.

"Alright, I don't want to quarrel with you, show me that piece of paper." I say.

My dad went to the house and got the paper, handed it to me, and muttered: "I'm not stupid, I won't pick up evil things, there are six words written on this paper, it's a very right word!" ”()

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