Apprentice the four-eyed Taoist master

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Outside the ordinary thatched house, a slightly curved dirt road connects to the bottom of the mountain. Due to the fact that few people come, the road that was originally hard has been invaded by tenacious weeds.

The sun rises three poles, and the scorching morning sun casts down in the morning, making the mountains in early summer full of life.

"Second brother, I heard that the Long Dao leader in Yizhuang is stern, cold and unkind all day long. We prepared these two money, will he help us?"

The speaker was wearing a patched blue cloth bun. His body was fairly strong, but his exposed skin was extremely dark. Obviously, he was a farmer who was often exposed and doing physical work.

In front of him was a young man wearing a shabby cyan gown with a bit of anger on him.

This gentleman is also worried now.

"Liu Sanshu's house was haunted the year before, wasn't it the Long Daochang's rescue? And if he only had one liter of rice, it was much cheaper than Liu Shenpo in Wujia Town, thirty miles away."

The strong black man nodded in agreement, then sighed.

"In recent years, there have been more and more people in our village hitting evil spirits."

An angry look appeared on the student's face.

"Korean traitors blinded the saints and manipulated the country's political affairs, so that the officialdom was dark, the people were hungry, and the localities were in chaos. As a result, the dead were uncountable. This way, the local ghosts and demons were overwhelmed and the demons were everywhere, so that we and other people would suffer. suffering."

The brawny black man has never read a book and doesn't care about national affairs.

"Hey, in such a day, I don't know when it will be a head."

"As long as the emperor is still there, I believe that there will be the day when chaos is set aside." The scholar affirmed.

The two people talked, they had already bypassed the foot of the mountain, and walked up with a deep foot and a shallow foot along the dirt road up the mountain.

The mountain is not high, and within half an hour, I reached the top of the mountain.

Looking at the rough plaque above the wooden door in front, the black handwriting and the faintly mottled character "Yi Zhuang" showed joy on the face of the man in Hei Zhuang.

"Second brother, we are here."

He quickly grabbed him, "The third brother, Long Daochang is a person outside the world, so you can't make mistakes."

After that, he sorted out the cyan gown with three patches, and walked to the door as a courtesy of the cupped fist, and said respectfully.

"Liu Shigui of Qinghe Village begs to see the Chief Long Dao."

The three huts were quiet and silent for a while.

"Second brother, the Taoist master will not be home, right?" The strong black man stepped forward and whispered.

Liu Shigui frowned slightly and looked into the courtyard subconsciously.

Just when he hesitated to enter the yard, and when he shouted closer, he squeaked, and the originally closed door opened.

A Taoist robe wearing a black Taoist robe, about to hang a green Calabash, about fourteen or five years old, with an indifferent expression, opened the door and walked out.

This person is the incarnation of Xu Junming's "Dragon Emperor".

He followed Xu Junming's instructions and stayed in seclusion on the back of Tianmen Mountain outside Zhongzhou City. Feeling that there were many dead and ghosts in this mass grave, we built this righteous village, suppressing this place, and accumulating some merits by the way.

Over the years, although he is not healed, he has accumulated a lot of reputation in the surrounding villages and towns.

Similar to the people who met with dirty things today and begged him to rescue them, as the situation of Da Yong Chao was in chaos, there were more and more people.

"Second brother, Long Dao is so young!" The black strong man subconsciously said.

"It's not surprising that most cultivators are good at beauty. But remember not to be rude if you meet in a while."

After all, the young scholar hurriedly passed through the opened courtyard door and came to the courtyard. Walked and stood still three feet away from the Dragon Emperor, bowed his sleeves and bowed.

"Liu Shigui pays homage to the Daoist Chief, Daoist Chief Jinan."

"Liu Sanlang pays homage to the Taoist leader." The black and strong man awkwardly followed Liu Shigui to salute.

After nodding slightly.

"You don't need to be polite, why are you looking for a poor way?"

"Master Hui, Zhuo Jing returned to her natal house three days ago. He came home a bit late. As a result, he ran into something dirty, yelled all day long, didn’t think about eating and drinking, was losing weight, seeing his life lost. Liu couldn’t, he came on purpose. Please go down the mountain and save my clumsy Jing!"

After speaking, his face was bleak, tears faint, as if he was extremely sad.

But this person's careful thoughts can't be concealed from him, and the left and right are just trying to pay less.

Longdi didn't take it seriously either, it was all caused by poverty.

"Pan Dao agreed to what you said."

With a wave of their hands, Liu Shigui and Liu Sanlang only felt that their feet were light, and the wind whistling in their ears. When the scenery in front of them became real and they stepped on them again, they realized that they had reached the entrance of the village.

Looking at the familiar village ahead, the two of them wiped their eyes hard in disbelief, and after repeated confirmations, their mouths grew unanimously.

Seeing that Dragon Emperor had already walked along the road into the village, the two recovered and hurriedly caught up.

"The Taoist leader really has supernatural powers."

Looking at him, Emperor Long stretched out his hand.

"Is that your home?"

Looking in the direction of his fingers, Liu Shigui shook his head.

"No, that is the family of Liu Xian, the head of the village."

Longdi frowned slightly. He just urged the phantom of Dantian's inner bronze mirror, and this Liu Xian family was enveloped in a rich Ghost Qi.

"It turned out to be a ghost. I'll pick it up when I get back."

Without stopping, the group of three quickly came to the entrance of the village.

Several village elders sat under a big locust tree at the entrance of the village to enjoy the coolness and watch their children by the way. Seeing the three of them coming over, they looked over at the same time.

The village is so big, news like Liu Shigui’s mother-in-law hitting evil is truly earth-shattering, and the whole village has long been known.

Now that they have asked Dao Chang to come back, their purpose is self-explanatory.

"This Dao looks young, younger than my grandson, really capable of eliminating evil?" An old man with a thin body and most of his teeth began to speak.

"As the old saying goes, people can't look good. Maybe this young man has great abilities."

It was an old woman with a flat mouth.

"There is no hair on the mouth, and it is not fast. I think this is...mysterious!"

A pudgy old man stretched out his hand to wipe off his grandson's drooping nose at the corner of his mouth, lifted his foot to wipe the dirty soles, clapped his hands, and interjected carelessly.

The thin old man rolled his eyes.

"Why don't we follow up and have a look?"

The two old guys next to him moved instantly, and there was nothing wrong here anyway, it would be nice to see them in the past.

Soon the three old guys, with their two children, followed Xu Junming's trio, walking towards the village.

Moreover, as more and more people saw Liu Xiangui, the crowd watching the excitement quickly grew.

The Dragon Emperor didn't care. This world was originally the era of demon's manifestation. Even the lowest level of people knew that the Buddhism Cultivator was good, and there was no need to conceal it.

"This is the family of Liu Xian?"

Emperor Long pointed to the blue brick house next to him, and he could tell that, as the head of a village, the family of Liu Xian's family clearly surpassed the brothers of the same clan who lived in thatched huts next to him.

"Exactly."

Liu Xiangui nodded quickly.

"This is true for Liu Xianshi. The door is closed during the day, for fear of others stealing things from his house?" Liu Sanlang muttered.

There is no lack of envy in words.

He does have reason to envy. For ordinary villagers, the allure of a brick house is comparable to that of a Chinese garden villa in the 21st century and a brick-moving youth.

But Liu Xian’s family’s door was locked, not because he cherished money, but because he lived with a ghost in his family.

And it's a ghost of Gold Core late stage.

After looking at it twice, Longdi didn't immediately remove it.

In a small village with no more than two or three hundred people, a Gold Core level ghost came unexpectedly. This incident itself was strange.

"First, solve the matter of Liu Xiangui's house, and then catch this ghost and go back and concoct it."

Under the leadership of Liu Xiangui, the group quickly came to a yard on the east side of the village.

In this Da Yong dynasty, which was very similar to ancient China, people who could read books were from relatively wealthy families.

Obviously the same is true of Liu Xiangui's house.

Although it is not comparable to the deep house compound of Liu Xian's family, it is a house built with blue bricks. The mud is rammed into the courtyard wall. Two thick wooden doors separate the rich family inside and outside.

"Master, this is my home."

He quickly opened the iron rope on the door, pushed open the courtyard door, and let the Dragon Emperor walk in.

Turning around, the door is about to close, but it has snowballed more than ten times to see how the lively crowd makes it.

The two sides quarreled for a while, and Liu Xiangui couldn't stop so many people. He was afraid that the Daoist would wait too long, so he had no choice but to give up.

Bypassing the already mottled shadow wall, some excavated wild vegetables are hanging out in the clean yard, but because they haven't been sorted for many days, a lot of dust has accumulated on it.

Hearing the movement, an old man wearing a gray cloth bun, holding a large and a small, two children, walked out of the hall.

After taking a look at Xu Junming, his eyes turned to Liu Xiangui, and the meaning of the question was self-explanatory.

"Father, this is the Long Dao commander who I went to heaven, please come back."

"The old layman is well." The chief inspector of Longdi was a courtesy.

"Hello Dao!"

The old man hurriedly returned the gift.

Then he beckoned and pulled his son over and whispered.

"This Long Daoist is so young, can he really get rid of the evil spirits from Xiufang?"

"Daddy, don't worry, Long Daochang is someone with real skills."

After experiencing the fact that he came to the entrance of the village from Tianmen Mountain several tens of miles away, Liu Xiangui was convinced of Longdi's ability.

Seeing that his son is full of confidence, although the old man is a little suspicious, he doesn't ask too much.

"Daoist, my clumsy Jing is in the left wing."

Having said that, Liu Xiangui walked with the side room on the left side of Xu Junming's hall.

Before entering, there was a woman's groaning voice.

Open the door and go in. In a room about 30 square meters, there is a bed near it, and some shabby chairs and some sundries are placed around it.

On that bed, a woman was tied tightly by rope, with coarse cloth stuffed in her mouth. If I didn't know, I thought it was a woman who bought it from there, who gave birth to cubs.

Liu Xiangui was also afraid of Long Di's misunderstanding, and quickly explained.

"Dao Master, I have no other way to do this. As long as I let go of her, it will either jump or make trouble, which will make the whole family uneasy."

After that, there was a look of depression on his face.

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