Liu Yuanqing and Uncle Du's words made Leng Qi and Li Mengkai on the side a little confused. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, Leng Qi finally figured out why the old man accepted him as an apprentice at the beginning, and blamed himself for not being honest at the beginning, otherwise he would not have become a Taoist family in a daze. But thinking of the small coffin, Leng Qi was a little weak-hearted, he really didn't know how to tell his master that the thing had been lost by himself.

During this period, he also sneaked back to look for it, but naturally he didn't find it, God knows where the palm-sized thing was thrown in the chaos at that time, and he turned over the yard, and he still didn't find it.

Speaking of the skull-like monster in a green official robe and the white jade pen pinched in the hand of the monster actually had something to do with his distant sect ancestor, Leng Qi didn't think it was strange in his heart, there was a shadow of this thing almost everywhere he went these days, first in Beijing, then in Nanjing, and now in the barren mountains and remote places of the Qinling Mountains, he didn't believe it.

"Master, what the hell is that judgment you are talking about? I remember that Du Mouse also wrote his name with that white jade pen, and then you know, Du Mouse died! And then you and Uncle Du almost suffered from this thing. I came back from Nanjing, you have already set off and come here, I haven't had time to tell you about the things in Nanjing, it's just that there was a director during the period, who died, and it was also the ghost of this evil thing, and the one from the Fang family was also a little worse, but the strange thing is that I saw Fang Xia being caught by the ghost judgment in your mouth, but Fang Xia was always fine, and I didn't hear any bad news. The disciple has always wondered why he ...... because of the methods of this evil creature today, which is enough to easily take Fang Xia's life, even if the disciple is afraid that he will not be able to escape, why it?"

Leng Qiyi said his doubts in one breath, when he came back from Nanjing, his thoughts were the same as Yuan Zhenzi, just that the pen was sealed with a ghost cultivator with some Taoism, and he couldn't see the sunlight and could only use some unknown means of damage to harm people's lives. Now that I think about it, I really did trust myself at the beginning, and I wouldn't be this evil opponent if I said anything.

Liu Yuanqing's complexion was very bad, and he took the pill that Li Mengkai handed to his mouth before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qiwa, this ghost judgment, in fact, the teacher doesn't know the details, and the teacher dares to say that the sect that knows the name of the ghost judgment is not a palm, the true part of the Daozang Cave is counted as one, Lao Du is counted as one, or we have been friends for many years, the old man was drunk and was busy bragging about it before Lao Du, the turtle grandson, knew. As for what this ghost sentence is, there are only a few words left by the ancestors: There is justice in the underworld, and the ruler is in charge of the underworld, sentenced to prison, punished sins or argued merits, and was born in the six realms or entered the eighteenth hell. It is not bound by the Ten Palaces of Yama and the Five Ghost Emperors. Chaos, ghosts are judged, and the sun is present. ”

After listening to Liu Yuanqing's words, Uncle Du nodded and said,

"Seven babies, what your master said is right, the ghost judgment is illusory, and the only thing that is unpredictable in this record is that gibberish word! There are many kinds of chaos, changing dynasties, natural and man-made disasters, this is all chaos! Therefore, there is no trace of it at all, and it is precisely because of this that your master and I have always been skeptical about the existence of ghost judgments! ”

Leng Qi and Li Mengkai glanced at each other, and both saw deeper doubts in each other's eyes, Leng Qi said unwillingly: "Uncle Du, then why are you so sure that this thing in front of you is a ghost judgment!" ”

"Apprentice, although my master has fallen, there are also a lot of ancient art classics left behind, which is also the foundation of our fallen master today, among which is a portrait of a ghost judgment, which was left by the ancestors! As a teacher, I also thought about it before, since the ancestors had seen the ghost judgment, why did he only leave these few specious words. I couldn't figure it out, and it was too far away, so I left it behind and never thought about it! Hey, providence makes people, and the old guys on the ancestors are also bastards, this is because our master and apprentice have a long life! ”

Liu Yuanqing smiled, but Leng Qi heard the helplessness that he had never felt from his master's mouth, yes, providence makes people, the group of extremely irresponsible ancestors of the master who have never seen each other have never seen each other left such a big mystery and died with peace of mind, and now they don't know which underworld yamen they are happy in. It was bitter for his master and apprentice.

Today's occasion is naturally not suitable for nostalgia for today's chatter, and the sunlight finally shines through the clouds, shallowly sprinkling one or two mottled spots of light on the ground.

Leng Qi noticed that the ghost judgment holding the white jade pen in his hand had no shadow in the sunlight at all.

As long as it is a dead thing, there is no one who likes the sun, and suddenly two mouse-like cries sounded in the field, and a foul stench came.

The corpse, which had almost no sense of existence, was illuminated by the sun, and clumps of scarlet corpse gas burst out of its body, and the two mouse-like cries came from the corpse.

The time for a stick of incense has almost passed, and the remnant soul of the old Taoist priest is estimated to be scattered.

Liu Yuanqing, Uncle Du, Qing Xuan and others finally changed their faces again, and no one thought that the zombies who had been imprisoned here for many years by such a large array were easy to get along with. Zombies are rare, but once they appear, they are very troublesome.

Since the Ming Dynasty, Daomen and other Qimen warlocks have been very weak compared to ancient times, so Taizu began to advocate cremation early. A fire was burned clean, and it is exactly like this, since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there have been few zombies, and even if there were, they were disposed of by people like Liu Yuanqing who held mysterious documents.

On the other hand, the ghost judge made a move that made Qing Xuan extremely painful. The white jade pen in his hand just scratched twice at the two hungry ghosts who were shrunk on the ground, and the two hungry ghosts came over stupidly, and finally tossed twice on the ghost's hand full of green hair, and the hungry ghost with green faces and fangs had already turned into jet-black and jet-black colors.

When the wind blew, the two hungry ghosts turned into black powder like flour, and they were carried by the gust of wind.

Thousands of living souls, hundreds of people from the Bai family, and a group of Bai family elders, plus two hungry ghosts, this ghost sentence still didn't seem to be satisfied, and turned his head to the left.

The unrecognizable thing standing on the left is the zombie that stences all over its body.

"Ghost Venerable, kill them first, kill them and everything will be solved by Ghost Venerable!" Bai Zhenjiang raised his head and pointed at Uncle Liu Yuanqing Du extremely frantically.

The ghost judge turned his head and glanced at it, and seemed to let out a soft snort, Bai Zhenjiang put his head on the ground again, and did not say a word.

"Damn, ghosts fight ghosts, hey, you've seen a lot!" Seeing that the monster pinched the brush and turned his attention to the zombie, Huang Biao was happy, "Don't say, although this thing looks ugly, but look at the appearance of the pen, hey, it's really like that!" When I was a child, I saw an old Xiucai who survived in the late Qing Dynasty, Ma Zi, you don't know, when the old Xiucai was writing, he had a frame ......"

Ma Zi's face darkened: "I write with a brush and this is also the posture ......"