The rickety old man glared at the evil eyes, his face gloomy, and his deformed face was terrifyingly ugly. "Jingyang, prepare to strengthen the puppet".

"Yes, master". Jing Yang in the bright house responded. Flashed into the open space in front of the Ming House. At this time, in the open space, a jade tripod plate with a width of zhang appeared, and the plate was filled with a long white mist, and the white mist condensed together, like a thick cloud.

The ethereal and dignified white mist held a zhang Xu crystal ball, the crystal ball was empty, floating quietly on the white mist, a gust of wind passed, it seemed to be blown away by the wind, and it floated lightly to the lu, and the dignified white mist followed to the surging up, and pulled the rising crystal ball back. It reverberated back and forth twice, and the solemn white mist was like the rippling surface of the lake, stirring up layers of fog waves.

Jingyang gently waved a huge light shield to completely cover the crystal ball, and with another wave, a giant umbrella appeared in front of the crystal ball, and then, a jade table, a Taishi chair, and a refined small teapot. After the transformation was completed, Jingyang turned around and said to Mingwu. "Master, you're done."

The rickety old man came out of the bright house. He was wearing a big red robe like a Taoist priest, because he was lying on his back, the front of the big red robe had been dragged to the ground, and the back placket was high. Holding a round fan in his hand, he doesn't look like a pharmacist no matter how he looks at it, it's a bit nondescript.

Jingyang glanced at the master's fan, originally the master was holding a pu fan, and the master's grandson Gongxue insisted that the master hold this round fan with a woman's picture.

The rickety old man walked to the Taishi chair with staggering steps, turned around and sat on the deep Taishi chair, and with a wave of his hand, two jade frames appeared on the stone table. Each piece of jade shelf contained one hundred and eight jujube-shaped crystals.

"Mi Ying, have you washed it?" the rickety old man said softly.

"Come on, master". A sweet voice replied.

Then I heard for a while, "Ahh

I saw the spring pool in front of the dark house. A red-faced saintess, with a pouting mouth, holding the edge of the pool with one hand and holding something back and forth in the pool.

As soon as the red-faced saint raised her hand, a strand of black hair rose from the spring, followed by the arms of the tendons and flesh of the limbs, fluttering and slapping the water. "Ahh A face with a scar emerged from the water, a hint of pleading in panicked eyes.

A voice rang out from the depths of Scarface's mind. "Sage Mo, what are you panicking about, what a pleasure it is to have a great sage beauty to bathe, if Lao Tzu had this kind of treatment back then, then he would be happy to ask the beauty to wash for a while, it's rare, it's really rare"!

"Ahh Poof, knock knock". Scarface sank into the icy water again, and after a flutter, it floated.

"How's it going. Washed or not". The rickety old man shouted anxiously.

"Come on, master, this saint is too dirty to wash." Mi Ying shouted.

The rickety old man nodded, and didn't think much about it. The second disciple Mi Ying is doing things, and the rickety old man has a mirror in his heart. There is also a reason why she can be baptized in the Holy Sacrament. The rickety old man waved his hand back.

"Ahh Puff, knock, knock". Scarface's face rises and falls in the water. Mi Ying's head was sweating urgently, and she was obviously washing like this, and she couldn't wash it clean after washing it overnight.

Mi Ying glanced back anxiously. I just saw Qiang Yan standing behind and looking at himself with a smile.

Mi Ying waved her hand at Qiang Huan.

Qiang shook his head with a smile.

Mi Ying's brows immediately erected. Gritting his broken teeth, he waved his pink fist at Qiang.

Qiang Wei put away his smile, this second senior sister is not easy to deal with, don't help her, and when the master is not at home, she will force herself to compete again, this kind of hardship Qiang Wei has not eaten less. Flashed and appeared next to Mi Ying.

"Senior sister, I'm here to help you baptize the Holy Sacrament, you take care of it." As he spoke, a large brush appeared in his hand.

Mi Ying closed her eyes, pulled out Scarface's body, and pressed it on the edge of the pool. According to the scarface head of the hand planing footsteps, he flicked it lightly. With a buzz, Scarface's head seemed to stick into the ringing bell. The two eyes of the shock kept spinning like balls, and the hands of the slashing softened.

"Whoa." Qiang Feng rubbed it up like brushing pigskin. In an instant, the scar of the scar on the scarred face Linlin's skin became red and red. Especially the thin scars, like red worms, lying on their stomachs.

After a small cup of tea, Qiang Yan clapped his hands and pushed his fingers against his senior sister's arm.

Wow. Scarface, whose head was buzzing, sank into the water again. "Ahh Another inhale and squirt. Qiang Yu nodded to Mi Ying and flashed back to the Ming House.

After Mi Ying took a few dips in the water. Shouted sweetly. "Master, it's okay."

"Throw it away". The rickety old man said.

"Whoosh", a red-striped chicken flew up from the spring pool, and flew in a red arc to the front of the Ming House.

"Knock". Scarface slammed headfirst into the crystal ball, as if falling into a transparent pool of water. Make a crisp sound.

"Oh, are we here to show off our fat?" a voice came from Scarface's head.

Scarface crouched in the lower part of the transparent orb. Holding his arms, there was a hint of horror in his empty eyes.

The rickety old man's hand holding the round fan of the beautiful woman nodded at the transparent crystal ball. A layer of clouds quietly rose from the crystal ball, slowly lifting Scarface's face to the center of the crystal ball.

Scarface's face seemed to feel something, and his body curled up tightly.

"Oh, stinky saint, it's not good, we've been exposed." A voice screamed again in Scarface's head.

"Whoosh". The rickety old man came again. A red light hit Scarface's body, and the red light shuttled like a rope. Scarface was stunned and struggled a few times. The red light suddenly became faster. The five flowers tied up Scarface's body into a peculiar posture and sat on top of the fog.

The rickety old man stood up and made a sign language at the crystal ball, and kept muttering something in his mouth, and no one listened to him very quickly, as if he was a mantra, and as if he was praying, he muttered for a long time. After saluting the crystal ball three times, he shouted softly. "Inflammation".

Jing Yang, who had been standing on the side, bowed to his master, then took out a pink fire devouring spar from the holy bag and threw it into the white mist.

The red light in the white mist kept flashing, and in a blink of an eye, the white mist turned into pink gas, and the calm pink mist suddenly surged, and the fog waves rolled slowly one after another, like slowly rising waves, gently patting the ball wall of the transparent crystal ball, and the red mist hitting the crystal wall was instantly dispersed. In an instant, most of the crystal ball was immersed in pink air waves.

There was a warm burst of hot air in the crystal ball, and then a wave of hot air swarmed, and the crystal ball became like a steamer, and it was so hot that it was breathless. The heat wave was like cupping, instantly roasting the scar-faced body red. Sweat spots the size of beans seeped out from the fine pores, and before they could flow, they turned into a piece of water vapor and floated away.

Scarface felt a burst of dryness, and in an instant, the skin burst into his mouth, and his skin made a crackling sound.

"Oh, this dead widow is really ruthless, he's going to roast us into jerky, stinky saint, do you have anything to explain before you die, I can help you convey it." A voice was in Scarface's mind, smiling and speaking in a humorous tone.

Suddenly, in the Danhai with a scarred face, a cold air rose, the cold wind was biting, the north wind was howling, and the strange cold qi was unscrupulous, penetrating out of the body, and the originally red skin returned to a white complexion.

"Oh, this spirit is still doing you a favor." An old voice in Scarface's mind exclaimed loudly.

"Hiss". A rickety old man with a happy face. Throw a fit. The pink fire devouring crystal didn't work. It seems that this little saint can induce a strange cold aura. "Jingyang, change the red fire devouring crystal".

Jingyang, who had been bathing in the spring breeze in front of the crystal ball, was stunned for a moment. "Change to the Red Fire Swallowing Crystal, now that the Pink Fire Swallowing Crystal, the temperature in the crystal ball has reached '100 temperatures', and ordinary saints can bake it. If you use red fire to devour the spar, that is 'a thousand temperatures', and it is not much worse than being burned to ashes."

Jing Yang hesitated for a moment, but still took out a red fire devouring spar from the holy bag, glanced at the master, and threw it into the jade tripod plate.

Boom, a burst of red mist rose, and Jingyang couldn't help but take a step back. Although Jing Yang can induce the blazing qi, it is slowly inhaled, and this red mist rushes over unscrupulously, and Jing Yang does not dare to get too close.

The red mist is like waves in a storm, surging several layers of red waves, surging towards the transparent crystal ball in the center. In an instant, most of the crystal sphere was engulfed in red fog waves.

An eager voice shouted in Scarface's head. "Oh, little girl, take away your cold current, if it goes on like this, the great source of blessing will be gone."

The roar of the cold snap of rage was softened, and only the cold air kept circulating in Scarface's body.

The skin of Scarface's face immediately showed a fiery red color, and the red was already transparent, and it was about to be burned. It became more and more fiery, cracking the blood-red flesh, and the whole blood was almost dry.

The rickety old man laughed. The Tao of self-talk. "How strong a cold snap can the little saint induce, he still dares to resist in the 'Ten Thousand Fire Crystal Ball' of the King of Medicine." With a wave of his hand, a green crystal flew into the crystal sphere.

Boom, the crystal flew into the crystal ball, and in the scorching wave of air, it burst open, and a cloud of green gas exploded, instantly enveloping Xiu Scarface. It was like the poisonous glow of fire blocked by a shade under the scorching sun. The cool breath poured straight into Scarface's nose.

Suddenly, Scarface took a deep breath, and the green air mass around his body disappeared in one breath.

"Oops". Two voices rang out at the same time, one inside Scarface's mind and one outside the crystal sphere.

The rickety old man stared at the small eyes, and the long brows on the eyes jumped and moved. With an uncanny look, he stared at Scarface in the crystal ball. (To be continued......)