Ximen Jing seemed to have been deep behind enemy lines for many years, eager to find the underground party of the organization, and asked anxiously: "Senior, do you know where the other spiritual warriors are?"

"I haven't seen you, you're the only spiritual priest I've ever seen, since my father died, I've never seen a spiritual priest again, I'm like a lonely boat drifting on the sea, I thought I'd never see my fellow Daoists again, I have no children and no daughters, and my family's inheritance will be cut off. ”

Ximen Jing also sighed for a while when he heard this, how could he not be like this, just like a lone passer-by in the dark night, he finally saw his fellow travelers today, and he was sent to the end immediately.

"Boy, you have responsibility, talent, righteousness, and more importantly, you have great luck, my lifelong cultivation experience is in that scalpel, this knife has given birth to a spirit fetus, and in time it will become a spiritual spirit, I will send it to you, I hope you will go to the next level in the future, but I will not give it in vain, you have to promise me one thing......"

When Dr. Li said the request, Ximen Jing also frowned, this matter was too difficult for him, and Dr. Li's eyes were full of pleading as he was about to dissipate. People are kind to me, and Ximen Jing can't let him die blindly, so he has to reluctantly agree.

Seeing him nodding, Dr. Li smiled and said: "Lingshi should be chic when he is alive, and he must be free and easy when he walks, don't give me all those vain things, a pinch of loess is enough, this valley is full of spiritual energy, I like it, that's it." With that, he turned into a little light and dissipated into the night sky.

After setting up the stele, Ximen Jing slowly walked towards the broken temple, and began to recall today's danger on the way. When he entered the door, fortunately, Dr. Li used the scalpel to convey a message that the key to killing the old puppet was to destroy his doppelganger and the deity at the same time, otherwise he would break off like an earthworm and continue again. In fact, Luo Mingjun's deity is a doppelganger, and the doppelganger is also a deity.

So Ximen Jing set up a series of plans, first made up a set of songs, led him into the deity to erase his consciousness, and when the deity appeared, he let Xue Nianci freeze it, and the little hot girl shot and killed, and finally personally killed the deity's doppelganger.

All this, if there is a mistake in any link, the final result will be the opposite. Let a spiritual monk whose injuries have not healed and open the realm to kill a monk who has achieved great success, the difficulty can be imagined. If it hadn't been for Dr. Li's action earlier, I am afraid it would have been much more troublesome.

Wu Cong came out of the temple gate with two big bags in his hand, and was running into the oncoming Ximen Jing.

"Simon, this is the corpse of that old fellow, what do you think of it?" he said, pulling out a wooden staff from his baggage, and taking out a yellowed thread-bound book from his bosom, and said, "This was found from the corpse!"

The wooden staff is a very rare gloomy wood, but unfortunately it is full of cracks, but the head of the cane is still intact, and Ximen Jing plans to move Xue Nianci's soul into it. The cover of the book said "Water Dan Decision", Ximen Jing flipped through it casually, and found that it was the Taoist Inner Dan cultivation know-how. So I put my things away and studied them at my leisure.

"Let's dig a hole and bury it. Ximen Jing pointed to the big bag and said.

The two of them picked up a remote place and dug a pit, just when footsteps were heard in the woods. When they got closer, it turned out that Erguotou had arranged to track down Yang Zhong's master and apprentice, one of the search teams.

The servants carried a hemp bag in a group, and as soon as the two sides met, the team members took the initiative to say: "After chasing for a long time, I found half of it, hey!"

Half of it? Ximen Jing curiously tore open the mouth of the sack and saw that inside was a headless and armless corpse, which looked very much like Yang Zhong.

This guy had just died, and the dead soul had not yet dissipated, Ximen Jing was overjoyed and said, "The old chief said, these people are all handed over to me to deal with." ”

Wu Cong helped Ximen Jing dig the pit and returned to the small temple with a few guards. Ximen Jing pinched the soul trick in his hand and said to Yang Zhong's corpse: "Old fellow, who took your head off? I didn't talk to you well when I was alive......

No one knew what Ximen Jing asked, he stayed here for a long time before returning to the small temple. Erguotou and the guards basically came back, there were many people and great strength, and they quickly cleaned up the front and back of the small temple for everyone to rest, and took turns to guard outside the courtyard, and a few bonfires were burned in the courtyard.

After tossing for most of the night, the exhausted people finally settled down, Ximen Jing and the Zhao family rested in the main hall, and the rest of the guards were crowded in the temple room, ready to make plans tomorrow.

This hall has long been dilapidated, and the statue on the altar is unknown, but fortunately, the roof does not leak, and there is no ventilation everywhere, so it can barely live in people. The family squeezed on the straw floor and slept on the ground, but no one dared to go to the altar, Ximen Jing was not happy to squeeze with them, turned over to the altar, sat there cross-legged, like a statue of a god, adjusted his breath and swallowed the aura, and soon fell asleep.

Far away in Taicheng, a hundred miles away, at the moment when Luo Mingjun died, his third wife Liu Li seemed to have a premonition, suddenly woke up from her dream, hurriedly put on her clothes, and came to a small room behind the bedroom.

The lights were on, and the room was simply furnished, with only a long sheet with an incense burner and a talisman that had turned to ashes. Liu Li screamed, swept the ashes into the incense burner, ran back to the bedroom at a trot, took out her mobile phone tremblingly, and dialed a number.

Luo Mingjun married three women in his life, and the first two were long gone. These three gave birth to a total of five sons to him, the first four were named after benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, and wisdom, and the fifth was born to Liu Li, but he was not sorted according to his brother, but named Luo Siqiang.

As the old saying goes, dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the sons of mice can make holes, but of Luo Mingjun's five sons, only the fourth Luo Zhi and the fifth Luo Siqiang have the talent for cultivation. Especially Luo Siqiang is the youngest, but he is talented, and he was recruited by a secret sect when he was a child, and at this time, his attainments in his early twenties have a tendency to catch up with his father.

"Mom, what's wrong with me?" a clear male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Liu Li sobbed and said, "Siqiang, you, your father, something may have happened!"

"Ah, no wonder I'm upset, Mom, what did you find?"

"Today he went out to run errands with Old Man Yang of the Earth Immortal Gate, and he hasn't come back yet, just now I woke up suddenly from falling asleep, and when I went to the back room, I saw that the soul talisman he enshrined spontaneously combusted!"

Thousands of miles away in the northern frontier, there is still heavy snowfall, in a big mountain called Lonely Mountain, a horse ran out overnight, and immediately rode a young man in his early twenties, he was sad and angry, quickly whipped his horse, and galloped forward in the heavy snow.

At the same time, in the southwest border, a teenager came from a small mountain village, and it was Wang Xiaogang, who had been missing for many days. He walked through the small road where the locals often got lost, came to a large house at the back of the village, and muttered to himself, "The old man is back!" and knocked on the door.

PS: A few words about the last few chapters. There are book reviews saying that I deliberately water the word count, which is indeed a bit wronged. The scene of Liumang Mountain has written more than 20 chapters, accounting for more than a quarter of the total length of the current article, this is because this mountain is very important, involving some of the later plots, and the clues of the Zhao family are also necessary to carry out the follow-up plot, so I use a heavy pen to depict it, I hope to understand. In addition, Luo Mingjun can't fight to death, this problem must be explained, the character of Luo Mingjun plays the role of connecting the previous and the next, and many things are involved through him. And the protagonist's current cultivation is at most equivalent to the foundation building period, and when he meets Luo Mingjun of Jindan Dacheng, if he is killed with a knife, I think more people will scold. In terms of setting, no matter how high the protagonist's kung fu is, it is impossible to easily kill people by leapfrogging. But he had to die again, so he wasted a lot of pen and ink to create an environment where he would die, and after Dr. Li and others in front of him, it was more reasonable for the protagonist to kill him. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, I wish you all peace and happiness in advance.