"Dao Chief, since I am the Holy Body of the Supreme Yang and the Great Sun. You said that the demons and monsters don't dare to approach me easily, why am I still caught by the rat spirit in this hellish place?"

Chen Ping listened to the general situation, it was pure yang and heavenly fire, and it was a ghost in red, as if he was listening to Muye's tricks, which completely subverted his cognition and shook his belief in scientific theory.

At this time, he was even more convinced that he had been kidnapped by the rat spirit.

"Rat spirits, Poor Dao has been trapped here for a long time, but I haven't seen any rat spirits, and besides, donor, you don't have any residual breath of rat spirits!" said Lao Dao.

"But Dao Chief, I really saw the rat spirit, one fat and one thin, with green faces and fangs, very terrifying. You see, the wound on my head is a good thing that the rat spirit has done. ”

Seeing that Lao Dao didn't believe in himself, Chen Ping immediately began to put forward evidence, probably eager to prove that he was indeed victimized by the rat spirit, and his emotions couldn't help but be a little high-pitched.

In order to alleviate Chen Ping's slightly excited emotions, Lao Dao said: "Little brother, don't get excited. It stands to reason that you have a special physique, and you really shouldn't be here, even if you are a rat spirit, unless you are a demon who has practiced the Tao for a hundred years, you really don't dare to approach you.

That's it, meeting is fate, ask the little brother to take a strand of hair, let the poor road count it for you, even if it is the fate. ”

Chen Ping honestly plucked a strand of hair that was sticky with blood stains and handed it to Lao Dao.

When Lao Dao took the hair, he shook his hand without finding a trace, wrapped the hair between his thumbs, and pinched the rest of his knuckles regularly with his thumbs.

Da'an and Xiaoji all correspond to the knuckles of the remaining three fingers except the thumb and little thumb, which are the lingering of the upper section of the index finger, the Da'an of the lower section, the quick joy of the upper section of the middle finger, the empty death of the lower section, the red mouth of the upper section of the ring finger, and the Xiaoji of the lower section.

The pinching of the finger is just a very common entry-level algorithm in Maoshan, and the advanced algorithm mostly needs to use foreign objects, such as the six lines, keels, turtle shells, etc., but the high-level walkers do not need to use foreign objects, and can also use the pinching of the fingers to calculate the heavens, and avoid the evil.

"No wonder, no wonder, little brother, this year is a year of great disasters for you, this year, little brother, you will be unlucky, and you will die in Huangquan, and the poor road also wants to remind the little brother that you must not have the heart of harming people, and the heart of preventing people is indispensable. ”

Lao Dao first said two strange sentences, which made Chen Ping excited, and then extinguished his excited heart with a catastrophe, straightened his trembling hands, and finally warned Chen Ping with a well-known wise saying.

There is no concern about how he was tied up, whether he was tied up by rat spirits. But the worst thing is that it still makes sense.

"It's been unlucky this year!"

Chen Ping sighed bitterly in his heart, and then wanted to ask again, but was stopped by the old Tao.

"As the so-called heavenly machine cannot be revealed, the poor road can only remind this, which is thick, and the little brother can understand it by himself. Besides, it's not the youkai and the goblins who brought you here. ”

"The Taoist just said that my life is in danger, and I asked the Taoist to make it clear that there is any way for me to get through this year safely. Chen Ping asked.

Although Lao Dao said that he was unwilling to reveal it again, Chen Ping still had the cheekiness to ask Lao Dao for a way to save his life, after all, human life is at stake, and it is his own life.

"Little brother, don't ask again, whether you are dead or alive, everything depends on you. Poor Dao can only remind you one more sentence, the avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and people are one of them. Lao Dao said with some seriousness, it seems that it really can't be leaked too much.

It just so happened that Chen Ping recognized this obscure ancient saying, which came from Zhou Yi.

Generally speaking, there should be fifty avenues of the universe, but only forty-nine are derived from heaven and earth, and one is the heavenly machine, which is the path of life. There will still be a glimmer of life in the game of death, whether it is a complete loss, or a desperate survival, it all depends on the person in the game, how to take the next step.

To use the eternal sentence of the great poet Lu You, it can best explain the taste.

The mountains and rivers are poor and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village!

"If that's really the case, then I'm not too miserable!" the old Taoist reminded Chen Ping's heart to tears.

"Dao Chief, then how can I get out of this hellish place? Heaven has the virtue of a good life, you will not let me die in the belly of the ghost. Chen Ping asked pitifully, quite suspicious of playing the emotional card.

Anyway, let's leave this ghost place first, and then talk about it later, if God really wants to kill me, I am a mortal, an ordinary person, there is no way to be no, take a step, look at a step.

At this time, the old Dao's sleeve robe was turned over, and a black rune paper appeared in the center of the old Dao's palm like magic.

He handed the black rune paper to Chen Ping and said: "Stick the rune paper to the center of your eyebrows, and keep running towards the east, you can naturally get out of this mist array, remember, don't turn back, once you turn back, you will be imprisoned here forever." ”

"What about you, Dao Chief?" asked Chen Ping.

If you can't do it for heaven and accept this ghost, I don't know how many innocent mortals will be persecuted by it, so the poor road still needs to stay here for the time being, and set up a formation to descend this red-clothed ghost. You can run for your life on your own, and you don't have to worry about the poor road. ”

Speaking of the red-clothed ghost, a bolt of lightning shot out from between the old Dao's eyebrows, and his appearance was resolute, as if he was not in the same sky with this ghost.

What Chen Ping admires most in his life is such a hero who is born for the common people in the world. Every time he picks up a newspaper, Chen Ping will keep it well, because the civilian heroes who log in to the newspaper are worthy of his admiration.

Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather.

Whether it is a martial arts hero who robs the rich and helps the poor, a patriotic hero who serves the country and the people, or a Taoist who catches ghosts and destroys demons.

are all sought after by Chen Ping all his life, and his idol is not a good-looking student, but these heroes who do good deeds without inviting credit.

He held the black rune paper in his hand and bowed deeply to the old way, not pretentious, all from the heart.

He also understands that the best help for Lao Dao is to leave here immediately and stay here, which is just a drag oil bottle, harming others and himself.

Therefore, he immediately put the black talisman on his eyebrows, and ran towards the east with wind under his feet.

Lao Dao looked at Chen Ping, who was running fast and really didn't look back, and talked to himself with a smug face.

"It is worthy of the Holy Body of the Most Yang and the Great Sun, even the soul has been refined so pure, without the slightest impurity.

However, from now on, this body belongs to me, little brother, if you want to blame it, it is because you are too simple-minded, and if you coax a little, you will be gullible to others.

I kindly reminded you that it is necessary to guard against people, this is not to blame the poor, hahaha......"

In fact, this black paper is a soul separation talisman, and if it is pasted on the center of the eyebrows, the soul will automatically leave the body, and there is no big feeling.