After being warned, Huayang Zhenren subconsciously turned sideways to dodge to the side. He dodged faster and attacked faster. His fist hit his shoulder blades that could not dodge. With the crackling sound, bursts of severe pain came, visible to the naked eye, and his right arm became soft and could no longer be able to use strength.

The one who took action was Zhang Hu. Looking at the fallen Huayang Zhenren, he was more frightened than everyone else: "It was not me who hit me, it was not me who hit me! It was my hand, my hand was moving by myself!"

Since ancient times, I have heard that flowers and plants become spirits, birds become spirits, and animals become spirits. Zhang Hu is very magical. His hands become spirits. He doesn't obey the orders. He is very strong and he drags his master forward. He knows to communicate in sign language on the way, but he doesn't know what to discuss. One suddenly turned around and slapped two times in the face; the other punches two bluntly in the chest.

Poor Zhang Hu was almost suspicious of his life by this combination of punches. He not only hit others with his hand, but also beat him up. If his face and body were not hurt, he would have thought he was dreaming.

"Stop, you two stop me!"

Slap!

"I'll let you stop!"

Slap!

"I..."

Slap!

It was obviously a very horrifying thing, but for some reason, Zhang Yao wanted to laugh when he saw it. Taoist Qingfengzi next to him no longer cared about getting close to him, and trotted to help the master up. Huayang Zhenren was both ashamed and hated. The geese were pecked by the geese all day long, and this time it was so embarrassing!

"The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth is the root of all qi; practices for billions of kalpas to prove my supernatural powers; inside and outside the three realms, the Tao is the only one who is respected; the body has golden light that covers my body, and cannot see it, and does not hear it; it includes heaven and earth, and raises all living beings; recite it thousands of times, and the body has light; the guards of the Three Realms, the Five Emperors are in charge of welcome; the gods of gods are celebrating; the gods of ghosts are scared, and the spirits are lost; there is thunder inside, and the god of thunder is hidden; the cave is full of wisdom, and the five qi are surging; the golden light appears quickly to cover my body!"

"The light of the sky, the light of the earth, the light of the sun, moon and stars, ordinary great light, light shines on all directions!"

"I am obedient to the Taoist lord as the law!"

This is the Golden Light Mantra of the Eight Great Magical Mantras. Huayang Zhenren is really angry and hates him. Those with supernatural powers will never shout the five words "Hurry and Rules" unless they have no choice, because the cost is too high, at least it will cost half a year, and at most it will cost three or five years of life!

Divine cultivation is different from immortal cultivation. It has a certain lifespan. Divine cultivation is not afraid of death, but fears death is meaningless. Death is equivalent to deleting a number and practicing again. As for the philosophical question of whether I am reincarnated after I am reincarnated, everyone has different opinions. Most of them are very open-minded. With merits to protect themselves, they will definitely be reincarnated as a human being in the next life. They just forget their memories and change their new identity. They are not like immortal cultivation who is so destined to be scattered once they fail. What are you afraid of?

When death loses the mystery, those who know it lose their awe. It is precisely because of this that divine cultivators are desperate people, they are cruel to others and even more cruel to themselves. Cultivators like Maoshan Sect who deal with ghost messengers every day even yearn for death. That day, they were unhappy in the world, and they went directly to the underworld to report that the bullhead and horse face were my elder brother, and the entire underworld was acquaintance. When they were happy, they found a job to do it for decades and a hundred years. When they were unhappy, they would go to the country to reincarnate and have sex with them. If they had too many friends, they would ask if you were afraid.

This kind of person who can still be awesome after death is really awesome. This is how the Maoshan Sect and Yuluo Sect have more than half of the reputation. As long as there is a living life in the world, there is no one who is not afraid of ghost messengers. Only these two sects don’t know each other when they see ghost messengers and uncle Wang next door. It doesn’t matter. They come forward and talk for a few words and say that this ghost messenger is his own family. He handed two incense sticks and immediately became familiar with each other. If he had time, he could even sit down and drink two drinks. It would be a good thing for other ghost messengers to come to the door. When they were called a distinguished guest, they would send the ghost messengers away after drinking and eating. They would also hold hands with affectionately and call the uncle to come and play in the future. It would be crazy to pull the relationship and go through the back door to this level.

Huayang Zhenren is a person from Shangqing Temple. He cannot do Maoshan. The two sects of Yulu regard death as nothing, but he is not afraid of death. Today, he lost face in the Zhang family. It was not him who lost his face, but Shangqing Temple's face. Not to mention that he only had three or five years of life, even if he wanted his life, he would have to earn back this face!

The Golden Light Curse is one of the eight great magical curse, with magical power. Outside the house, the sky is blue and the sun is sunny, but divine light descends from the sky. The blue one comes from the stars in the sky, the red one comes from the sun, and the golden one is the light of heaven and earth. The green light is like a copper wall and iron wall to isolate the house, making ghosts unable to escape; the red light turns into a golden crow and burns in the house; the golden light protects the body to prevent the owner from being plotted against.

Whether it is the green and red light or the golden light, no one can see without opening his true eyes. Even Zhang Yao suddenly felt a little hot inside the house, as if he had returned to the cool summer in an instant, which made people feel listless and unable to lift their energy.

Outside the Four Seasons Pavilion, Huayang Zhenren did not allow irrelevant people to enter. The old lady felt that it was not safe and asked someone to surround the entire house. In the end, Wang Ma even asked Mr. Xi to come here just in case, just in case, with Mr. Xi there, she would feel a little relieved.

Mr. Xi came slowly, but he was a little stunned when he arrived at the place. Unexpectedly, he actually saw an acquaintance, not familiar with him. To be precise, he should know him. More than ten years ago, he was at the peak of his life. He was a famous figure in the world, and that man was just a fledgling boy.

Yuezhou, Yan Chixia!

Mr. Xi Da can remember Yan Chixia because this young man is so distinctive. Anyone who sees him thinks this guy is not a good person. Later, he found out that he is just a little ugly and has a pretty good heart. I vaguely remember that someone called him an ugly hero.

I haven't seen him for more than ten years, but I didn't expect that this person has not changed at all, nor has he changed at all. I always feel that he is uglier than before. Thinking of these things that are not available, Yan Chixia, who closed her eyes and rested, suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were like electricity, like cypresses, like pine trees, like a mountain, or like a river flowing. One person was like a thousand troops, guarding in front of the door, no one could think of getting close to the house!

Mr. Xi was secretly shocked, with no clues on his face, and he kept sighing in his heart that the younger generation of the Yangtze River pushed the older generation of the waves, and a new generation surpassed the old ones. This is true. Not to mention anything else, he would even say that he would feel ashamed of himself when he saw this momentum. It can be seen that although Yan Chixia has become uglier, her strength has become much stronger.

He said he had a one-time relationship, but Mr. Xi didn't even want to get close to him. He ordered his servant to bring the lounge chair and lay comfortably on it to take a nap. With a master here, he would not be embarrassed, so he was a terrible old man. Just be a spectator.

Unfortunately, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. Since others come, Yan Chixia has always looked here, especially Mr. Xi Da’s hands. These hands are white and tender, with long fingers and neat nails, which are completely different from men’s hands.

"The Rising Heaven-Pripping Mu?!"

The black shadow blocked the sunlight. Mr. Xi seemed to be prepared and said without opening his eyes: "Sorry, you have recognized the wrong person. I am a small manager in the Zhang family, not Xi Mu, the Tianliang Master."

Yan Chixia ignored it, or since she saw Mr. Xi's hands, she had already confirmed his identity: "Seventeen years ago, it was rumored that in order to save your friend's family, you were willing to risk your life to break into the Dragon Shouze, the forbidden land of the Tibetan Qing tribe. I ran away for five days and five nights, but what I heard was the news that you were dead!"

"Everyone thought you were dead," Yan Chixia looked at Mr. Xi Da and said with a complicated expression: "But I didn't expect you to hide in Suzhou Prefecture and become a manager in the Zhang family."

"This hero, are you wrong? I don't know you, and I am not a master of the Tianli Sei Mu. My surname is Zhang, my name is Zhang Quan. Everyone in the mansion calls me Quan in charge..."

"Mr. Xi Da, old lady, please come over."

What is embarrassment? This is embarrassment. He told someone that his surname was Zhang a second ago, but was immediately exposed by someone the next second. He glared at Qingpu, who was confused. He simply became thicker over the years. He ignored Yan Chixia beside him and stood up and left.

The old lady was anxious. After a long time, there was no movement in the Siji Pavilion. Wang Ma was not much better. Zhang Biao and Zhang Hu were all inside. Although they were not their own, they were also stretched with shit and urine, which was not much worse than their own son.

Seeing Mr. Xi, she glared and said angrily: "What are you, old man?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, she said anxiously: "Young master and Biaoer Huer are both inside, think of a solution!"

How? What can Mr. Xi Da have? He knows nothing about catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. He can't do anything except stand here to comfort his wife.

Yan Chixia also followed him. He had too many questions to ask Mr. Xi. At this time, he knew that the time was wrong, so he stood up and said loudly: "Please rest assured, a mere ghost cannot cause any storm. You can suppress it with your backhand!"

"Then you should do it quickly?" Yan Chixia looked squintingly, and Wang's mother muttered in a low voice: "It sounds nice. If you really have the ability, why would you be sent to guard the gate?"

This made Yan Chixia very embarrassed. He wanted to rush in and learn about this matter quickly. However, this is Suzhou Prefecture, which belongs to the Taoist temple of Shangqing Temple. If he, a Taoist guardian from Qingyang Palace, took action at will, it would inevitably give the impression that the guest bullies the master and is weak. Not only will he not be able to fall well afterwards, but he will also be disliked.

The things in these gutters are not worthy of being told by outsiders, Yan Chixia simply shut up and stood aside. She saw clearly before that the old woman had a close relationship with Mr. Xi and called him an old man. The two should be a couple, and they should be polite in terms of emotion and reason.

In the Four Seasons Pavilion, as the sun's true fire fell, Zhang Biao screamed and fell to the ground, his limbs were bound by the soul-calming line, and he could only roll in pain. Widths of black smoke appeared from him, and it was burned clean in an instant. These strange mortals were still invisible.

Cui'er was frightened. She didn't understand what happened to Zhang Biao. She only felt that his voice was so painful and miserable. She could vaguely hear ghostly sounds that were not as good as humans. Especially when Zhang Biao's facial features were twisted together, Bai Ren could see no black beads in his eyes, and there was also a hint of saliva flowing down from his open mouth. His appearance was very ferocious and terrifying.

It only takes half a stick of incense. No matter how deep the evil ghost hiding in Zhang Biao's body is, he will be burned to death by the real fire of the sun. This is not the result that Huayang Zhenren wants. He stared at Zhang Hu tightly, trying to find out the abnormality.

He was disappointed, Zhang Hu was still dragged away by both hands, just like a person who was fine. He seemed to understand that Huayang Zhenren had golden light to protect his body, but he could not help but change his direction quickly and aimed his target at Zhang Yao.

Zhang Hu was shocked and quickly shouted loudly: "Young Master, you are dangerous, leave here quickly!"

"Bold evil ghost, how dare you be so arrogant!" Huayang Zhenren's face was gloomy, and he put his left fingers together in front of him, muttering something in his mouth. After the spell was finished, he waved his fingers and shouted angrily: "Qi!"

The copper bells hanging on the porch in the walls of the house were automatically windless, and the crisp jingle sounded one after another. Then, the talismans written with cinnabar emitted green lights, and endless power fell from the sky. The speed of the two hands continued to slow down, and finally settled in mid-air.

Zhang Hu breathed a sigh of relief. If he hurt the young master, he could not imagine how miserable he would die. While he could still recover, he hurriedly shouted: "Real person, don't worry about me, cut off these two hands!"

Huayang Zhenren ignored it and gestured to his disciple. Taoist Master Qingfengzi trotted and took the peach wood sword. He took the wooden sword. The real person came to the table and leaned over and bowed. The peach wood sword in his hand shook gently, and another magical incense appeared in the incense burner on the table, and green smoke floated up vertically.

Go forward and respectfully took off the brocade from the shrine. Huayang Zhenren held a sword in his left hand and stood in front of him, his voice loud and powerful:

"Disciple Shangqing visited Huayang, followed the Taoist emperor's edict to raise the throne of the gods in all directions, and set up tablets of the gods in all directions, and presented them to the Duchenghuang Lord to show that now there are evil ghosts that harm the people who are good and virtuous. I beg the Duchenghuang Lord to submit the divine imperial edict to determine the yin and yang, break the slander and falsehood, return the people who are good and virtuous to live, and cut off the evil source of evil ghosts."
Chapter completed!