The thirteenth aunt took the little weasel to cry, that is really a toad, does not bite people, Wang Xiaohu is not dead, he is worshiped and cried, how frustrating is that? What's even more frustrating is that there are two little weasels wearing linen and wearing filial piety to play filial piety there, kneeling on the side of the spirit to accompany the sacrifice, some people offer incense, and kowtow to thank you.

Wang Xiaohu couldn't wait to rush out and demolish the bullshit spirit hall immediately, and was afraid of being ambushed by the other party, and was hesitating, the brothers all surrounded him, and they couldn't cry or laugh when they saw the scene in front of him, Geng Jianyang smiled and said: "Xiaohu, don't be angry, let them toss, can they really kill you?" I don't think they can clean you up, they are here to get tired of you. ”

Wang Xiaohu made a bitter face, it makes sense to think about it, I won't move, see what tricks you can play? Unexpectedly, these weasels really played tricks, mourned for a while, wiped their bodies, and took out all kinds of small musical instruments from the white clothes, suona gongs and drums began to play mourning music, making a lot of noise, so after half an hour, Wang Xiaohu looked a little bored, yawned, felt soft on his body, and after yawning, he saw that those little weasels in white suddenly turned around, each holding three sticks of incense, and bowed to him.

Immediately, Wang Xiaohu felt that the yin qi around him was heavy, and his body sank, hmm! It's still on the road, but this one is a little inexplicable, and the neck is suddenly cold, as if someone strangled his neck with a wire, and it was a little difficult to breathe, Wang Xiaohu felt puzzled, and looked at the brothers who were fine, could it be blown by the wind? I couldn't help but touch my neck. But his neck suddenly hurt, as if he had been dragged by someone, and he immediately felt wrong. With a flash of thought, the dragon and tiger's two qi rose up, and the ears were tense! There was a faint thud, as if something was breaking.

Someone sneak attacked, Wang Xiaohu came up with this idea, hurriedly stepped on the gang, and pinched the decision to open the yin eye. On another look, the two imps were dressed in black and wearing pointed hats. The slender iron chain in one hand was broken and was at a loss, and the other was carrying a spirit flag and was fanning Wang Xiaohu vigorously. These are two genuine ghosts. What are you doing by catching yourself for no reason?

Wang Xiaohu took out the golden seal of the Lingbao, the golden light flashed, bluffing the two little ghosts and retreating again and again, Wang Xiaohu said angrily: "I am Wang Xiaohu, the head of the Lingbao, you are the subordinate of the god of the underworld, what are you asking me to do for no reason?" The two little ghosts didn't expect Wang Xiaohu to see them, and they both showed shocked expressions. One of them said, "Someone told the local city god that someone had died." Let me wait to come and ask for my life......"

Wang Xiaohu spoke into the air, the brothers didn't feel right, Geng Jianyang was still staring at those weasels, the little madman had a flute in his hand, William Lin hurriedly asked, "Xiaohu, what are you doing?" ”

Lao Mu opened his yin eyes, saw the two ghosts, and said in surprise: "The ghost sent the old man to arrest people, I know what the yellow skin is doing, worship the dead, this is, the whole thing is very serious, there are filial sons and grandchildren, needless to say on the spiritual position, there must be the eight characters of Brother Xiaohu, crying and worshipping the spirit, and then spreading the local city god, the little ghosts under him do not check carefully, thinking that someone is really dead, and come to ask for his life to chase the soul." ”

Strictly speaking, worshipping the dead is a kind of curse, not much different from the art of disgust, but the thirteenth aunt's set of business obviously has its own characteristics, in such a short period of time, she actually passed through the underworld, and provoked a ghost to arrest him, that is, Wang Xiaohu has some skills, if it is an ordinary person, after her worship, the three souls and seven spirits have to be worshipped.

Looking at the two helpless ghosts, Wang Xiaohu said: "This is evil magic, I have some festivals with Aunt Thirteen, I didn't expect that the ghost is still driven by the fairy family, two brothers, please go back and tell the city god master, tell me about it, and let him comment on it......"

The spiritual treasure gold seal in Wang Xiaohu's hand was shining brightly, and ordinary people couldn't see anything in their eyes, but in the eyes of the yin eye and the two ghosts, the light was like a golden needle with majestic and domineering divine power, and the two ghosts knew that it was powerful, and they also knew that Wang Xiaohu was indeed the Taoist head of the brand, so they hurriedly arched their hands at him and said: "The little one doesn't know that it is the head of the king, this matter is misunderstood, so I will go back and tell the city god lord and let him be the old man." The two little ghosts saluted and disappeared into the darkness, Wang Xiaohu touched his neck, feeling that Aunt Thirteen was really a ruthless person, she was a big fart, she had to make a big fuss, you come and go is the right reason, you can't let him continue to worship, even if there is no danger to his life, bad luck is inevitable.

Wang Xiaohu looked at the sky, the moonlight was bright, and there were some clouds in the sky, took out a yellow talisman, and pinched it with both hands: "Thunder and thunder, the heavenly official stands." The sun and the moon are in the sky, and the sky is empty. Hail, sun and moon, wind and clouds are clear. Stirring the sky and the moon, the thunder is clear. Black and black snatch, thunderbolt fight. The sky is shattered, and the stars are threatened. Tiangang guards me, Kuixing moves forward......"

Curse the thunderbolt mantra, accumulate thunder and rain down the thunderbolt, Wang Xiaohu is chanting the mantra here, and the more he cries, the louder the louder he is, and there is a posture of crying until Wang Xiaohu is fascinated, and the sound comes one after another, disturbing the brothers, and there are many kinds of troubles, including the sound of the voice, it is obvious that the thirteenth aunt is still disturbing with the sound in addition to worshipping the dead.

"Haste as the law!" Wang Xiaohu recited the last incantation, raised his hand and led the thunder towards the spirit shed, boom! With a sound, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, roared down, and hit the spirit shed, the heavens and the earth lit up in an instant, and immediately smashed the table, and the little weasels who were kneeling and crying were frightened by the thunder and scurried around, and a few were covered in white smoke, lying stiffly on the ground, dead or alive.

Wang Xiaohu led this thunder, at least seventy percent of the force, in addition to splitting the spirit shed, it is also a demonstration, let the thirteenth aunt see who her opponent is, what kind of strength she has, the deterrent effect is greater than the actual effect, otherwise Wang Xiaohu will lead the thunder to the middle of the yellow skin, but it is not what it is now, at least half of it will be dead.

God has the virtue of a good life, although the yellow skin is a spirit, but it is also life, the battle of will, there is no need to distinguish between life and death, the goodness of a thought, the sky also blesses, the thunder swept through, swept away all the gloomy air, the thirteenth aunt was not struck by the lightning, but her appearance was a little weird, standing still, looking at Wang Xiaohu's eyes with some horror.

Animal cultivation immortals, thunder tribulation from the sky, is the thirteenth aunt is really a little scared, she has been in the Tao for five hundred years, it is the stage of the thunder tribulation, seeing the thunder flashing, fear is inevitable, but then she sobered up, a pair of small eyes became ruthless, suddenly looked at Wang Xiaohu, it seems that not only is not convinced, but wants to take revenge!

Legend has it that the origin of the Northeast people believe in the immortals from the ancestors of Hongmeng. There are three disciples under the throne of Hongmeng Old Ancestor: Taishang Laojun, Primordial Tianzun, and Tongtian Sect Master. The leader of the Tongtian Sect believed that although animals were naturally greedy and hateful, they practiced hard and achieved quickly, so they specially accepted animals as disciples and founded the "Interception Sect"

Since the nature of the sect is that of an animal, it is subject to innate limitations. If you want to achieve the right result, you must encounter three tribulations, and you must enjoy the fireworks of the world. Therefore, cultivation depends on the protection and support of human beings, and in return, colleagues also protect the human beings who protect them, which is why the Northeast Immortal Family appeared.

The immortal family is a transcendent existence in the Northeast, and the common people also worship the Baojia Immortal in their homes, so some of them are not high in cultivation and have an unstable heart, so they have arrogant thoughts, and it is obvious that the thirteenth aunt is one of them, and she has been offered and coaxed for so many years, and she has never suffered such a big loss, not to mention that it is still a group of Taoist disciples from Guannei.

Under the moonlight, Aunt Thirteen's fierce eyes looked in Wang Xiaohu's eyes, knowing that it was not good, and she was also puzzled in her heart, so she didn't understand what Aunt Thirteen relied on, why was it so horizontal, and she should not be angry when she practiced, I really didn't know how she practiced, and she was secretly annoyed in her heart, he had been suppressing her anger all the time, Aunt Thirteen was so ignorant of what to do, and her patience was almost exhausted, and she couldn't help but shout to Aunt Thirteen: "Aunt Thirteen, do you really want to separate yourself from my Taoist?" ”

The thirteenth aunt looked at Wang Xiaohu fiercely, suddenly sharpened her voice, jumped up, and shouted: "Junior, you deceive people too much, and the old body will never die with you, what can you do!" The shouting was bursting with lungs, but Wang Xiaohu was stunned, feeling that you set up a mourning hall for me at night, worship my dead people, and let the ghosts arrest me, not to deceive people too much, I demolished the mourning hall, or to deceive people too much?

Wang Xiaohu finally knew that Huang Xian, like Aunt Thirteen, couldn't be reasonable at all, because the truth was on its side, since it couldn't be reasonable, then fight! Until you're convinced! Wang Xiaohu didn't talk nonsense with him, took out another yellow talisman, and stepped on Yu Bu: "Nine Heavens Xuanyin, urgently summon the gods." Qi will meet the sky, drive the thunder and run to the clouds. Jin Yue drove forward, and the thunder drum rushed. Taiyi was sentenced to death, and the thunder soldiers were served. Come and answer the talisman and sweep away the evil spirits. ”

Different from the thunder mantra just now, this is the divine thunder, he wants to give these yellow skins a little bit of power, otherwise he really when he Wang Xiaohu is soft persimmon pinched around, after stepping on it, he was about to throw out the yellow rune as soon as he was in a hurry, and at this moment, he just read it as anxious as ...... Bang! With a loud bang, Wang Xiaohu couldn't help but tremble, and looked up to see that the old man who had broken popcorn was deflating a pot of popcorn just burst.

Wang Xiaohu's movements paused, but he saw all the little yellow skins squeaking and running over, running to a distance of about three hundred meters away from them, and suddenly turned around, lifted the white clothes he was wearing, and showed his fart. This scene is too familiar, Wang Xiaohu hurriedly shouted: "Hurry like a law!" Huang Fu threw it out, but at this moment, streaks of yellow smoke puffed from the little weasel's body...... Squirted out.

Thanks: Middle-aged listening to the rain 111 voted for the monthly ticket, thanks: Neng Wu did not vote for the monthly ticket before his death. (To be continued......)