As soon as Ling Chu whipped out, King Jing Shizi screamed miserably, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground weakly.

King Jing saw that his son was whipped, his face changed, and he wanted to go forward to check, but was stopped by Ning Chuyi.

"Don't worry, the prince is fine."

King Jing paused and glared at Ning Chuyi dissatisfied.

His son has fainted, is this still called okay?

Others didn't know why Ling Chu whipped King Jing's son, but the Qingyang Dao Commander on the side changed his face.

The others didn't notice anything abnormal, but he vaguely heard the miserable howl of King Jing just now, and it seemed that something was wrong.

Seeing that Princess Jing was anxious and wanted to come forward to check, Ling Chu stretched out his hand and stopped her.

"The princess is at ease, the prince is fine."

Princess Jing was furious, and just wanted to get angry, but saw her son's eyes open and woke up.

"Why do you hit someone without saying a word?"

King Jing Shizi shouted angrily at Ling Chu with a dark face.

Ling Chu sneered and said in disgust, "I beat you, naturally because you stink." ”

Chang An's newly raised foot instantly felt like he had been nailed to the ground by a spike.

Originally, when he saw his son being beaten, he wanted to step forward to stop him. But when he heard Miss Ling's words, he suddenly felt that the surroundings were cold, and he couldn't move his steps.

King Jing was furious, "Presumptuous, do you know that I am the prince of King Jing?" ”

Ling Chu glanced at him, "Of course I know who you are, but the question is, do you know who I am?" ”

"You ......"

King Jing's eyes were dumbfounded, but he couldn't say it for a while.

Ling Chu sneered, "What, I don't know? ”

King Jing Shizi was annoyed and angry, "There are so many ladies in Kyoto, how do I know who you are." This son doesn't remember, what was there to fuss about. ”

Ling Chu sneered, his mouth quite hard.

"It makes sense, I don't remember it, it's really nothing." Ling Chu nodded in agreement, but then the conversation changed, "Okay, although it pretends to be quite similar, but the fake is the fake." ”

King Jing's eyes narrowed, "What is fake, this prince doesn't know what you're talking about." ”

"I said that you are not the prince of King Jing at all, although you imitate his words and deeds enough to confuse the truth, but you can't hide it from me, and it will be boring to pretend again."

King Jing and Princess Jing looked stunned, and their suspicious eyes swirled back and forth on Ling Chu and King Jing's son.

Qingyang Dao Chief's face was dark and heavy, he didn't expect that he would miss it.

For a moment, he tried to stop the girl from talking.

But when he saw the whip in her hand, he stared.

It turned out to be a Bodhi whip.

Ling Chu didn't expect that this Qingyang Dao Leader had average skills, but he was quite discerning.

Her whip is indeed made of Bodhi branches.

But it's not just an ordinary Bodhi branch.

I heard the master say that there was a Bodhi tree in Xuanqingguan that did not know the age, and the abbots of Xuanqingguan in the past dynasties liked to chant under the tree, and even sat under the Bodhi tree.

Her great-great-master carefully selected this Bodhi branch from the Bodhi tree, refined it into a Bodhi whip through a special technique, and placed it in front of the Buddha for many years before making it.

The real use of this Bodhi whip is to whip the yin.

It was her master who specially gave her a magic weapon for self-defense.

"Who said that I am not the son of King Jing, my father, mother, nurse, and Chang An all remember it clearly, why am I fake?"

"If you're real, why don't you know who I am?"

"This son has already said that there are so many ladies in Kyoto, if any cat and dog have to be remembered, wouldn't I be tired to death."

"That's a good point, then why did you just give me a thousand taels of silver tickets for nothing?"

King Jing's face changed.

King Jing and his wife frowned, why give away a thousand taels of silver tickets for nothing, isn't that a bet lost?

Ling Chu sighed, he was really tired of saying so many words.

"Why, I don't know how to justify myself, right? Actually, we didn't bet at all, if you were really the prince of King Jing, how could you not know that you didn't lose a thousand taels of silver tickets at all. ”

The whip that hit King Jing before, she used mana. It's just that Ling Chu didn't expect that she overestimated the weakness of this body, and after the whip, she actually felt that her soul was faintly showing some signs of instability.

In order not to let the yin ghost find out about her abnormality, she eased the discomfort on her body by speaking.

Seeing that it was exposed, the yin soul sneered, "I didn't expect that your girl was more advanced than that bull-nosed old mana, and you could see it." ”

King Jing's face sank, but he didn't expect that the things attached to his son were not accepted by Qingyang Dao Chief.

Princess Jing's body was even more shaky, and the dirty thing was still on her son, and even pretended to be him, deceiving her and the prince.

Ling Chu glanced at the yin soul and sighed, "Since you are dead, why don't you go to the underworld, but stay in the yang world, and even get entangled with the prince of Jingwang?"

Since it has been exposed, I advise you to let go of King Jing and return to the underworld, otherwise don't blame me for being polite. ”

Instead of listening, the puppet soul persuaded Ling Chu, "Girl, you don't care about my affairs, I won't leave King Jing's son." ”

Seeing that the exhortation failed, Ling Chu sighed.

Forget it, I have to say too much, and I am tired and panicked.

It's better to make a quick decision, drag it out any longer, and if you get tired and dizzy, then play Dafa.

Ling Chu wrapped the Bodhi whip in his hand back around his waist and slowly took out a quaint rattle from his sleeve pocket.

Seeing the rattle, Qingyang Dao Chief's face changed.

What is the identity of this girl, not only does she have a Bodhi whip in her hand, but she also has a soul bell.

When the ghost saw the rattle, she didn't know what it was, but as a puppet's instinct, she couldn't help but turn around and want to escape.

But how could Ling Chu let her get her wish.

Pinch the trick with your left hand, rattle the bell with your right hand, chant the mantra in your mouth, and at the same time cooperate with the Tiangang step under your feet.

As soon as the soul bells rang, ordinary people listened to the sound crisply, and the aftermath was lingering, but the female puppet felt that the whole yin soul was trembling, and her head was splitting.

As the bell rang, Ling Chu's face gradually turned pale, but he could only grit his teeth and insist.

The power of the soul bells was extraordinary, and the yin soul turned around and wanted to escape.

Ling Chu just wanted to make a move, but found that Qingyang Dao actually took the first step and threw out a long rope to tie up King Jing's prince firmly.

"Demon, I'll see where you are fleeing!"

Ling Chu glanced at Qingyang Dao Chief, didn't say anything, took out the ghost exorcism talisman and slapped it on the prince of King Jing.

The female puppet bounced out of King Jing's body in an instant.

King Jing rolled his eyes and fainted again.

The corners of Ling Chu's mouth twitched, this unlucky son of the world, I don't know how many times I fainted today.

The female puppet left the body of King Jing's son, and when she saw Ling Chu stop the soul bell, she turned around and wanted to escape.

Ling Chu took out a puppet rope and threw it with his hand.

The female puppet was instantly tied up and unable to move.

Ling Chu breathed a sigh of relief, put away the Soul Suppression Bell, and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

It was so exhausting to her.

The female puppet was full of evil spirits, if she hadn't been injured by the Qingyang Daoist Chief's talisman paper before, and she whipped her with a Bodhi whip, she probably wouldn't have been able to restrain her so easily.

Ning Chuyi saw that her little face was pale, her forehead was covered with sweat, her sword eyebrows were tightly twisted, and her heart was really bad.

Princess Jing saw that her son had fainted again, and she couldn't hold back the worry in her heart anymore and threw herself at him.

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