Yong Hansheng, the word Weiqing, was born in the thirteenth year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty, that is, in 1888 AD, if he lives to this day, he is already more than one hundred and thirty years old monster, close to the limit of human lifespan, can be called a rare old birthday star. But in fact, he passed away more than ten years ago, when the eight-year-old Yong Bowen sent away the only relative in the world with linen and filial piety, and on the day of the funeral, he carried a simple gift bag, with trepidation, walked into Ai's house, and since then he has lived a life of sending people away, and has since met Aliyun.

If you look at it in terms of age, Yong Hansheng is more suitable to be his great-grandfather or great-great-grandfather than his grandfather, but of course cultivators can't be considered by ordinary people's principles. Yong Han was born in a scholarly family in the Qing Dynasty, the ancestors even had two Hanlin, his father Yong Xianchen is a tried and tested talent, all his life I believe that there is Yan Ruyu and the golden house in the book, and finally hung up in the examination room, the tragic life of the father directly affected the perception of Yonghan on the road of reading and examining fame, at the age of fourteen, he ran away from home to study the world, in fact, he went out to play in the mountains and rivers, and as a result, in the play, he met a stranger, according to Yong Hansheng himself to Yong Bowen, it is the head of the Northern School of Heavenly Master Songyan Zhenren, Look at his Yonghan Shenggu Qingqi, is a unique cultivation genius, he accepted him as an apprentice, and since then embarked on the road of cultivation, this cultivation is decades, neither became an immortal, nor became an immortal, just mixed in the world to be a magic stick, usually catch ghosts to exorcise evil spirits, earn some pocket money, to the age of sixty, suddenly on a whim, ran to marry a wife, and gave birth to a son named Grace, that is, Yong Bowen's father. Grace has followed Yong Hansheng since he was a child, but he is very positive about marrying a wife and having children. This is the genealogy of the three generations of the Yong family.

It is really hard to imagine that you can meet your grandfather who has been dead for more than ten years in your own body, and it is thousands of miles away from meeting your old friends in a foreign country, but emotionally it is similar. Yong Bowen was born to lose his mother, lost his grandfather at the age of three, before the age of eight, he has been living with his grandfather, and his grandfather's feelings are the deepest, when he cried in front of his grandfather's grave, how many years later, every time he dreams back, he always thinks of the grandfather who likes to hold himself and sit on the rocking chair to tell stories, vaguely as if he has not grown up, still sitting in the arms of the old man, listening to the creaking of the bamboo chair, and then telling a story to the old man for the last time, regardless of the fact that the sky is dark and the night is deep, and he has been sleepy and yawning.

At first glance, when he saw his grandfather, although he knew that he was no longer alive in front of him, Yong Bowen's eyes were still sour, and he stopped screaming, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Hanama pouted and said: "It's so unproductive, it's quite a big man, and he still has to play this kind of tragic drama." ”

Yong Hansheng stroked his goatee, smiled, walked in front of Yong Bowen, looked up and down carefully at his grandson, who was already more than a head taller than himself, turned over, gently patted Yong Bowen's shoulder, and said with emotion: "Xiaowen has grown up." ”

Yong Bowen twitched his blocked nose and asked, "Grandpa, why are you here?" ”

"Before I died, I used one last spell to strip my soul from my body and seal it in the prison inside you." Yong Hansheng explained, "Leaving such a mess in your body, I don't look at it, I don't feel at ease. ”

Yong Hansheng said it lightly, but Yong Bowen knew very well how dangerous it was to strip off the soul by himself, and the slightest carelessness would lead the soul to fly away. Yong Hansheng was originally a cultivator, although he did not cultivate to the perverted realm of immortality, heaven and earth and longevity, but if he wrapped his whole body mana in reincarnation before death, he could still leave a deep foundation in the next life, and he would get twice the result with half the effort, which was also the most common thing that many practitioners did before they died. However, Yongliusheng took the risk of stripping the soul from his body, cutting off the path of reincarnation and rebirth, and staying to guard his grandson, in which the love is really indescribable.

Seeing that Yong Bowen's eyes were red and he wanted to cry, Yong Hansheng smiled and said: "Boy, don't be too moved, I made all these messes on your body, and I should stay and take care of it." It's also that your father died too early, otherwise he should have left all these things to do. ”

"You two stop talking nonsense!" Hanama couldn't bear to waste the two of them there when they were precious, so he jumped out and interrupted the meaning of the two to continue their relationship, "Old man, tell me how to solve this problem!" ”

Yong Hansheng squinted at the flowers and said, "You hundreds of years old guy calls me an old man, isn't that pretending to be tender?" ”

Hanama said: "Do you call you a young man?" Come on, as long as there is a way to solve it, you can make me call you baby! ”

Yong Hansheng said, "Between the flowers, do you know that the secret method has a magical power, called the convenient method?" ”

Hua Jian frowned and said: "I heard Huiguo say it back then, but I don't know the specifics, it seems to be a kind of spell used to separate the body from the deification of hundreds of millions of people, I was not interested in these back then, and I didn't learn from him." ”

Yong Hansheng said: "You can't learn, this is the means to become a Buddha, cultivate the convenient method, there will be 84,000 incarnations, that is the realm of the Buddha, the world has never appeared, but there are still ways to practice, I also know a little about this, I can help you to separate the method in his divine consciousness with a convenient method, the two sides account for half, and then meet the tenth golden fetus in the future, and then use the tantric incarnation reincarnation secret technique to put your soul out, which satisfies your desire to continue to be the protector of the green dragon, and preserves the independent growth of my grandson, what do you think?" ”

Hanama asked suspiciously, "How do you know the Dharma of Buddhism?" Aren't you a descendant of the Taiping Dao? ”

Yong Hansheng said proudly: "I have a wide range of Taiping Taoism, when Buddhism first entered the Middle Earth, the sages of my sect have studied the mysteries, and they are no strangers to many Buddhist methods. ”

When Yong Bowen heard that something was wrong, he hurriedly interjected and asked, "Grandpa, when did you become a Taipingdao, aren't you the authentic descendant of the Heavenly Master's Northern Sect?" ”

Yong Hansheng's face was stiff, and he immediately snorted and said: "Almost, one sect has two titles, and it is more easy to understand and easy to understand, and it is not easy to cause misunderstandings." Let's talk about this later, let's come first in a hurry. Hanama, if you fuse with my grandson's divine soul, then this sealed prison will not be able to be maintained, and those thirteen demon and evil divine souls still need your help to complete the last step. ”

Hanama said very happily this time: "No problem, I'll launch the prison law to correct those guys back, but I can't help the rest, so he can only do it himself." ”

Yong Hansheng nodded, and turned to Yong Bowen: "Wen'er, wait for the flowers to call back the thirteen divine souls, what you have to do is to defeat them one by one here, and then use the method of turning ghosts away, these thirteen divine souls are all extremely vicious and powerful people in the past, and you must not have the kindness of a woman when you do it, and you must not be soft-hearted, do you hear?" ”

"I remember." Yong Bowen nodded in agreement, but Yong Hansheng was still not at ease, and advised, "No matter what tricks the opponent plays, no matter how you beg for mercy and pretend to be pitiful, you must not be soft-hearted, you know?" ”

"Got it." Yong Bowen felt that his grandfather was a little verbose, he was no longer the eight-year-old child he was back then, couldn't he even figure out the situation about this little thing? Yong Hansheng said again: "I stripped the soul and entered the sealing prison back then, and I was extremely damaged, and I couldn't cast any spells here, so I could only watch from the sidelines, and the flowers needed to preside over this sealing prison to imprison those gods, and I couldn't pull out my hand, and the two of us couldn't help at that time, and we could only rely on yourself." Although those gods and souls have strange skills, they have been bound for many years, they are weakening all the time, and they are suppressed in the sealed prison, with your current ability, as long as you let go of the fight, they are by no means your opponents, just be careful of the other party's tricks...... "Yong Hansheng has arranged this sealed prison for many years just to achieve the results of today's dynasty, and he is always at ease when it comes to the end, and he is very worried about the character of his grandson.

Yong Bowen listened patiently, and repeatedly promised that he would definitely not have a problem, this is considered to be passed, and then according to Yong Hansheng's arrangement, he came to the threshing floor of the small village, stood according to the stone mill, and got ready, over there Yong Hansheng saw that he was standing and was about to notify the flower room to start, but Yong Bowen shouted: "Wait a while!" ”

Hanama erupted in anger and shouted: "It's endless, there's not much time left!" ”

Yong Bowen said: "I don't have a talisman on me, what can I do to fight them?" ”

Hanama said angrily: "Haven't you already made the Eight Swords of Demon Breaking?" What else do you need? It doesn't matter which of them comes up, all you have to do is slash through with a sword! ”

"But at least I'll have to melt them with the ghost talisman!" Yong Bowen spread his hands and said, "Besides, I don't have a sword either!" Why don't you lend me your sword? ”

The flowers jumped like thunder and roared: "You stupid, I'm ...... today" This woman looks delicate and petite, but her temper is terrifying, which is really different from Yong Bowen.

"Okay, he hasn't figured out the situation here yet, don't worry, I'll explain it to him, it'll be fine soon, and there won't be much delay." Yong Hansheng has been with the flowers in this prison for more than ten years, and knows her temperament very well, so he persuaded a few words at the moment, walked over and said, "Wen'er, what you are in now is not the real world, but the prison world in your body composed of pure magic circles, we are all just a wisp of soul here, there is no physical object, the sword between the flowers is made by herself with her own thoughts, if you want to use anything to make your own thoughts, you just need to keep your mind tight, and think about the details of what you need." ”

"It's better to be a grandfather, but in my previous life, I couldn't compare to my grandfather!"

Yong Bowen thought so much in his heart, according to Yong Hansheng's guidance, silently thinking about the katana he had used recently, and when the details of the knife were completed in his mind, he felt a sinking in his hand, and sure enough, there was a shiny katana, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly thought about the ghost talisman, this talisman was the thing he was most familiar with, just a little thought, a pile of ghost talisman appeared in his hand, and immediately held the talisman in his left hand and the knife in his right hand leaned against the stone mill, and shouted: "Ready!" ”

Hua Jian was impatient for a long time, and when he heard him shout, he sat in the middle of the room and launched the sealed prison, thinking together, the gods and souls who used Yong Bowen's body to make trouble were forcibly pulled away from Zhihai and returned to the sealed prison, at this time, that Qi Shu had just torn off Ding Ru's coat, and was about to make a big beast desire, if it was a minute slower, he would probably have to do something substantial.

I saw a colorful light flashing in the air, like a rainbow through the sky, more than a dozen figures fell in the threshing floor, these dozen people have men and women, tall and short, fat and thin, monks and monks and vulgar, the appearance of strange clothes, pick out one at random, let you look horizontally and vertically, look left and right, no matter how you look at it, it definitely does not look like a serious person.

As soon as everyone landed, they scolded one after another.

"He's an immortal, what are you doing with a!"

"Spicy mom, what are you doing pulling us back, let Lao Tzu go back, Lao Tzu is having fun!"

"Son of a bitch, stinky bitch, don't go too far, this prison seal has been broken, see how long you can go crazy!"

"Guys side by side, do that stinky woman!"

The southern accent and the northern tone, foul language, and renovations really opened Yong Bowen's eyes, and he couldn't imagine that a scolding person could scold so brilliantly.

Everyone scolded, and finally someone noticed Yong Bowen next to the stone mill, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Why is there an extra guy here!" Hearing this shout, everyone stopped scolding and focused on Yong Bowen.

"Is this kid new?"

"Mo didn't break the sealed prison just now just to send him in."

"No, you see that he is full of spirits, and he is clearly not suppressed by the sealed prison, how can he be imprisoned?"

"He looks familiar, a bit like Hanama, is it the stinky woman's concubine?"

"Nonsense, how can it be a concubine who looks like it? I guess it's a relative. ”

"No, he's Yong Bowen, the owner of this prison! I just saw what he looks like from the pupils of the Nading chick! ”

At this moment, all the voices were quiet, and everyone looked at Yong Bowen with strange expressions, and their eyes were very unkind.

"If you kill him here, won't this body become a shell without a divine soul? When the time comes, you may be able to avoid the fate of disappearing! ”

The thirteen people here are all masters who dominated the world back then, and as soon as they knew what Yong Bowen's identity was, they immediately thought of this key issue.

One of the wizened old men reacted the quickest, shouting, "Kill him!" With both hands on his chest, nine skulls caged in black flames appeared around him, rushing towards Yong Bowen with black light trails and piercing whines like meteors.

Yong Bowen remembered the confession between Yong Hansheng and Hua, and saw that the momentum of the nine skulls was a sword, and he smashed the nine skulls on the spot, and the sword momentum did not stop, rushing into the crowd, just hitting the thin old man.

The thin old man's body shook, his whole body became light and transparent, and his face couldn't help but change greatly, and he was about to turn around and run away. I only heard a soft sound, as if water droplets fell on the soldering iron, and the thin old man suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Yong Bowen felt a chuckle in his head, as if there was something more, and with a wave of his hand along with that feeling, there were immediately nine more skulls with black flames around him!

I am the dividing line of sorrow as bright as the sun******************************

My hand still hurts......

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