Yang Muqing was a little embarrassed, although Bodhi Zi didn't look poor and sour, but he really didn't show half of his wealth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are not a few large and small Xuanshi factions in this world, and the Xuanshi who fights alone is more like a carp crossing the river, but a sect like them that is organized is better than an unorganized sect should be the same in the world.

Just with the delicious and lazy energy of Bodhi Zi that goes deep into the bone marrow, it would be good not to hand in a blank paper......

"How much can our sect pay tribute in a year?"

Since he already knows what it is, it is better to know why it is, and while Bodhi Zi is not there, he comes to touch the bottom of the sect.

"Say less than 100,000 a year, I always thought that you earned it with him, or you supported him, but it doesn't seem to be."

Yuan Su was also a little surprised, after all, Bodhi Zi looked idle no matter from which point of view.

Could it be that he has too much misunderstanding of Bodhi?

Probably not.

Bodhi is like an onion, after peeling one layer, there is still a layer inside, but even if you peel it to the end, you will still find nothing, and it will cause a spicy hand, and even tears in your eyes.

"Well, he's alone, and I've been busy with my own business."

Yang Muqing didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while, so he couldn't laugh bitterly.

He really didn't know that he had such a powerful master.

With an annual salary of one million, he can catch up with the boss of a private company with a booming business, which is simply too deeply hidden.

If he had known that the sect had so much income, he would have gone to Bodhi Zi when he was destitute, of course, it was only for a while, and it was absolutely impossible to abandon the light and go to the dark.

Having said that, it is completely reasonable for Bodhi Zi to harass Yuan Su, with Bodhi's urine sex must be compared, the tribute is all the red Grandpa Mao, how to think about how distressed he naturally wants to find trouble for Yuan Su.

Although things often end out the opposite way......

"Then you don't know how he earns money?"

Yuan Su stopped and asked, his tone was normal, half rhetorical question, half tentative.

Yang Muqing shook his head straightly, but there was nothing to hide, he only knew that Bodhizi's means of getting money must be unusual, and there must be some crooked ways, but what it is, I really don't know.

Yuan Su opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

"Do you want to know?"

Or Bodhi Zi doesn't say it, naturally he has his reasons, but if he really regards Yang Muqing as an apprentice, sooner or later he will pass on his mantle, that is, paper can't hold the fire, and sooner or later a hole will burn out.

Yang Muqing nodded, very cautious, he understood that this was the beginning of his involvement in the affairs of the door, but he had to know.

In the whole world, the only people he really wants to defend are Murong Cao and Bodhizi.

"Have you ever heard of the Soul Hunter?"

"I know, also known as hooked ghosts, they are different from black and white impermanence, they are no different from ordinary people when walking in the world, they like to wear purple clothes, and the soul that is hooked away is often not finished, once the soul of the living person is hooked away, and does not return to the body within the specified time, there is really no power to return to heaven."

"Then you know the Hellsters, too?"

Yang Muqing nodded again, these miscellaneous studies were not taught by Bodhizi, but some things that he dabbled in when he opened miscellaneous books in his spare time.

"The leader of the bull-headed horse face in charge of the eighteen keys to hell is called the 'Hell Officer', and the description is a dark shadow with a blurred face."

Yuan Su saw that he could answer, and he didn't know anything, so he continued.

"There are many techniques for subduing ghosts and subduing evil spirits in Wuyimen, and the two most remarkable ones are called 'soul searching' and 'sounding', the former needs to deal with soul hunters, and the latter needs to deal with hell officials, because they are more dangerous, and people's bids are naturally high."

Yang Muqing was silent, and suddenly there was a sourness in his heart, these two techniques, he had never heard of, it seemed that Bodhi Zi intended to keep them, but he didn't know if it was because he disappointed him too much, or he didn't want to let himself get involved too early.

"How did you get into him?"

Yuan Su pondered for a long time, and finally picked a topic that was not so abrupt and could continue to talk.

He has already seen that although Yang Muqing has good qualifications, he is born with yin and yang eyes, but the eight characters are extremely yin, easy to cause disasters, destined to have a bad fate, is a hard-working seedling, and is thoughtful, forbearant and sensitive, accustomed to breaking the time, knowing the advance and retreat, and does not conform to the Wuyimen "do what you want, people will win the sky", and Bodhi Zi is not "a raccoon dog".

Yang Muqing's eyes seemed to float to the edge of the sky, and distant memories came flooding back.

"I was fifteen years old, had just come out of an orphanage, and I was working and going to school at the same time. On the way to a part-time job, I met Bodhizi, who was only 10 years old at the time, and he must have just taken over the position of head of the family...... In a crowded place, squatting in the corner like a lost soul, like a beautiful child who is lost, others can't see the abnormality, but I can see that he was actually forced into the corner by a large group of fierce spirits, using the method of soul shelling, the spirit is fighting with the fierce spirits in mid-air, I saw the master for the first time in my life, and for the first time I knew that someone could deal with the evil spirits like chopping melons and vegetables, and it was a child younger than me. Then, a large log that had been erected in the corner of the wall smashed down and was facing Bodhi's head...... Instinctively, I rushed over and moved his body aside. ”

Yang Muqing had never told anyone about this, and he even thought he had forgotten about it.

As soon as the floodgates of memories opened, the scenes were vivid, and he instantly experienced the feeling of helplessness ten years ago.

"So he's there to repay the favor?"

Yuan Su felt that the Bodhi Zi he knew was not so grateful.

"No, he thinks I'm a good fit to be his ghost."

The ghost attendant is the living person who enters the underworld, and the ghost envoy is the yin soul who enters the yang world, the difference between one word and the world is very different.

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