But as soon as she heard the topic, the old woman was immediately lost, very lost, because the old sect leader didn't tell her this!

This is a core secret, and generally only the heir is eligible to inherit.

The old woman is not the heir, so she doesn't know.

Although Wan Shaoyun is not a member of the Five Poisons Sect, he is the head of the Iron Sword Sect after all.

Tiger talisman and soldier talisman are actually the same nature, and the process of initiation is similar.

They are also in charge of the same faction, but why is there such a big difference? I am the head of the Shennong Sect! I am the same as you as the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, and the same status as you are the head of the Iron Sword Sect!

Why don't you know these secrets?

Why don't I have a soldier or tiger talisman in Shennongmen?

Isn't that bullying?

"Alas!" the night of the funeral means Alexander, which means that the heart is unbalanced.

This is his personal reason, and no one is to blame.

But the old woman didn't think much about it, in her eyes, he was disappointed by the new acting sect leader, and he was very dissatisfied with himself.

So the old woman was also lost, followed by powerlessness, and the old and the young were silent for a moment.

The old woman seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and suddenly became excited, and even the funeral night was almost startled.

"I see, Master, I see. ”

"What do you know?" Funeral Night glared at her twice, startled, you are afraid that you are going to scare the sect leader to death!

"The Holy Aunt knows, the Holy Aunt must know. ”

"What does the Holy Aunt know?"

"How to open the Tiger Talisman! She is the only heir of the old sect master, and the old sect master should tell her all the secrets before he dies!"

"Oh!" Funeral Night looked back at Tang Shishi, who was still unconscious.

There was no surprise or surprise, because this was also the original intention of him coming to the hunting area, to wake up Tang Shishi and ask her how to activate the tiger talisman to resolve this crisis!

The old woman looked at the funeral night and understood, in the final analysis, she was only happy with herself, to the new sect leader...... Useless!

He's bland, he's uninteresting.

It is not elegant, nor is it imposing.

In short, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to be as handsome as Ximen!

The old woman secretly contrasted in her heart, then secretly despised the funeral night, and then secretly regretted Ximen Shuai!

This is a state of mind, a state of mind that can not follow one's own heart, and has nothing to do with right or wrong.

The funeral night seems to have lost the nature of eating roast pork, but is extremely enthusiastic about pig heads and pig blood.

He took it with him to the edge of the swamp, and looked left and right, and looked again, and seemed to be looking for something, and it seemed to be just a casual one.

Although the old woman didn't move, she kept secretly observing, this was the old sect leader's entrustment to her, and she didn't know whether it was sincere or perfunctory.

The old woman is such a person, loyal and never abandoned, but whether it is foolish loyalty or loyalty, the old woman does not know, and she does not want to know, maybe she is afraid that her brain capacity is not enough.

On the night of the burial, he smeared pig's blood on the pig's head, threw it into the swamp, and then squatted aside to observe it slowly.

"Childish!" the old woman gave him a contempt behind her back, an unconcealed contempt!

The great monk also came to the swamp after eating the pig's trotters, and he wanted to talk to the funeral night, because he felt that if he didn't say something, he would hold it in his heart, firstly, because he was uncomfortable, and secondly, he couldn't live with his friends!

"Something?" asked Funeral Night.

The great monk thought about you and said: "Today's roast pig's trotters, there is too much salt, and it is very salty, which seriously affects the taste of the pig's trotters!"

"Oh!" Funeral Night nodded habitually, as if he was very serious, but then the painting style suddenly changed, showing a smile, and also releasing evil energy, "I did it on purpose! The other meat is just right, don't believe you try it!"

Great Monk: "......"

He turned around and pulled a piece of meat, and without thinking about it, he just stuffed it into his mouth.

Wow! It's really salty and light, and the taste is superb.

"Amitabha Buddha meat, the poor monk cursed you for not being able to lift that thing. The monk recited the sutra with a dark face.

But his wooden fish is a skeleton, especially in the middle of the night like this, you look particularly gloomy and terrifying!

"Hehe, does the Buddha have a spirit?" Funeral Night smiled, ignoring it, his eyes still staring at the swamp.

The great monk was also curious, "Is it fishing?"

"Hmm!" Funeral Night nodded, "Do you want to eat grilled fish?"

"I want to, but I can't put it too salty!" the great monk was greedy again!

"Come, pull this rope, and when the big fish is hooked, you will pull it up. "The other end of the rope is covered with pig's head!

"Okay! This little meaning, let me tell you, in reality, the poor monk is a master of fishing, he will go when he is empty, there are fish in that place, there are no fish in that place, the poor monk can see at a glance, just say here! Wow, play with me! This is a quagmire, not a pond, can you see the water except for the mud? Can there be fish in this hellish place?"

Before the great monk finished speaking, he suddenly realized that the rope was wrong, it was moving, and it was moving very violently.

Anyone who fishes knows that this kind of feeling, this kind of passion, is especially a big deal!

The great monk couldn't help but be excited, or couldn't help but be greedy, this is grilled fish!

He stood up straight, lifted the true qi, and raised it with a whoosh, which is a qi rod, and it also means harvest.

Come on! A behemoth, at least as thick as an arm, and very powerful.

Is this an eel? Yes, it must be an eel! This kind of quagmire can only give birth to this thing.

The big monk was excited and pinched the "eel".

The eel is quite ferocious, it refuses to admit defeat, and it reflexively wants to face the great monk.

Its mouth is round, and it is full of suckers, can an eel grow like this?

"Wow!" the great monk was shocked, what kind of eel is this, this is a leech, a rather disgusting creature.

The great monk instinctively wanted to run, but it was too late, and the leech's mouth had already covered half of his face.

It hurts, it hurts!

The great monk pulled hard, but he was afraid that half of his face would be torn off by him, so it seemed to be forced, but it was useless, because his face moved in the direction of the force.

"Amitabha, on the night of the funeral, you are such a bastard, the poor monk fought with you. The great monk began to chant the scriptures again.

But the funeral night heard very clearly, this thing is actually ...... Name-calling.

The wind at night was very cold, and the chanting at night was loud, and Sakurako couldn't help but laugh a few times.

She asked the monk, "Was this sutra written by the Buddha?"

The great monk shook his head: "This is written by the poor monk, so that the female bodhisattva has worked!" Half of the great monk's face was still red, and there were blood beads overflowing, swollen, like foaming steamed buns.

"Also, how could the Buddha write these scolding scriptures, but it's very good, with rhymes!"

Great Monk: "......"

The funeral night opened the Ding alchemy, his technique is like magic, so fast that you can't see clearly, so fast that you have an illusion, this product is a thousand-armed Guanyin!

"Spirit refining hand, this is the spirit refining hand?" The old woman was surprised, she had to be surprised, because the Five Poisons Sect was also a branch of the medicine path, but there were few who could refine the spirit hand in its heyday.

(End of chapter)