Apprentice the four-eyed Taoist master

Chapter 80 The Old Man in Miaojiang

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The secret room is separated from the bedroom by a stone door.

In the middle of the secret room is a half-person-height bronze furnace, with green smoke curling in the furnace, exuding an elegant fragrance!

The ground around the copper furnace is covered with thick carpets.

Lying on the carpet was a young woman covered in bruises and ****.

There was a strange joy in the woman's stiff expression, which looked a little oozing.

There is no ups and downs in his chest, and the whole body is even more bloodless, obviously he has been dead for a long time.

Yang Zailin glanced at the female corpse on the ground indifferently, and shook the copper bell next to him.

With the crisp bell, the east wall suddenly cracked, and two big swordsmen in black costumes stepped in respectfully.

"Helper!"

"Get her out."

"Yes!"

After the explanation, Yang Zailin stepped out of the secret room.

The two big men lifted the woman on the ground, out of the secret room, and walked along a long tunnel to the end. Shaking the mechanism on the wall, a stone gate slowly opened.

A light blue mist gushed out from it, a cold and pungent smell that penetrated the bone marrow, hitting the hearts of the two of them.

The two dared not neglect, and quickly threw the female corpse in their hands.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of ‘squeezing’ sounded, as if countless worms were climbing, and it made people feel itchy and goose bumps all over the body.

Soon the sound of muscle tearing and bone fracture sounded, and the two cross-sword men shuddered. Quickly shook the mechanism and closed the Shimen.

It wasn't until all the voices disappeared that I was relieved. After looking at each other, they walked away like a snake and scorpion.

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Yang Zailin walked along the stone steps to the ground.

"Helper!"

The guard at the night watch saw him and hurriedly bowed to salute.

After responding, he kept walking and went straight to the east courtyard.

Looking at the dark yard all around, only the central hall was lit up, after hesitating for a moment, he walked over.

After passing through a weeping flower gate and bypassing a rockery, he came to the door of the hall and knelt on his knees.

"Disciple Yang Zailin, I want to see you if you have important matters, and I hope Master will be honored!"

After a while, an old voice came from it.

"come in!"

"Yes!"

Yang Zailin got up, climbed up the steps, and pushed open the main entrance of the hall.

Through the dim light, you can see that this is a hall with a size of about 100 square meters.

In the middle of the hall, there is a statue of a bull-headed figure with eight arms!

Sitting on the top of the futon under the idol sits a short and thin old man with a shady expression.

The old man was dressed in black linen, colored silk tape around his waist, and a blue scarf around his head. He looked like Miao Jiang. In addition, there was a sheep's head staff on his knees, and a red-skinned drum that was slightly larger than the palm of an adult fell from his waist.

Behind him, there are three black clay pots open in a row.

After Yang Zailin entered the door, he knelt before the old man respectfully, knocked his head first, and straightened his waist.

"After all, what's the matter?" The old man said indifferently.

Yang Zailin gritted his teeth.

"Tonight, a powerful Daoist broke into the Azure Dragon gang and took away all the soul of the master...!"

"boom!"

A white streamer hit Yang Zailin's chest, knocked him out five or six meters, and fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Zailin snorted, resisting the pain in his chest, did not dare to get up, used his knees as his feet, and quickly climbed two meters away from the old man, banging his head to the ground with a bang.

"Master, it's not that the disciple is not dedicated. It is that Daoist's methods are too strong, and the muskets can't stop him. With a golden rope in his hand, he immediately captured three or four hundred people from Azure Dragon to help the rudder. There is a bone needle, more anxious than electricity, and the middle one is dead!"

"The people under the disciple are ordinary people who died and wounded heavily in the hands of the Daoist. They are really powerless. I hope that the master will observe!"

Yang Zailin felt nervous, and after a long silence, he was nervous, and sweat on his forehead also came out.

"Tell me about what happened, as well as the appearance and methods of Daoist!"

Yang Zailin felt relieved, and quickly raised his head, repeating what Little Brother had said.

"Are you sure it's the golden Eight Trigrams?" The old man of evil prey frowned.

"Sure!"

Yang Zailin nodded.

Seeing him like this, the old man frowned slightly, and he was sure that Yang Zaisheng had no guts to lie to him.

"The Pure Yang Eight Trigrams of the Southern School of Maoshan. Could it be... it's him?"

Seeing the master's expression, Yang Zailin cautiously said.

"Master, do you know each other?"

The old man nodded and looked at Yang Zaolin with a smile.

This smile looked scary, and Yang Zailin was also tight in his heart.

"Although you made a mistake by accident, in the end you made a mistake. Therefore, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living sin cannot escape!"

The dark-skinned withered hands lifted up and lightly patted the red-skinned drum on his waist.

"Boom!"

After the drum sounded as if the soul was shaken, a fiery red, about half a foot long, thickly armored large centipede crawled out of the black clay pot on the left.

Yang Zailin was shocked.

"Master, please forgive me!"

"Hey, don't worry, the obedient disciple, Master won't kill you!"

"what…!"

Painful screams cut through the night sky.

The Azure Dragon patrolling around helped the crowd. Hearing the sound, his heart tightened, and he quickly turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

But after discovering that it was east across the courtyard, they turned their heads like snakes and scorpions.

In the past few months, except for the gang leader, none of the people who entered the Dongkuayuan came out alive.

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"Da Zhuang, have dinner!"

A tall boy came to sit down at the dinner table silently. Seeing Maotou sitting next to his beloved "Little Flower" with magnificence, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Helplessly, now I'm under the fence, I'm short of others, and I don't have the confidence to fight.

Money and career are the guts of men. If they don't have these two things, there is no face to make a girl.

Under the shade of the tree next to him, Xu Junming, who was basking in the sun, saw this scene and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He was the same as Da Zhuang back then. He was embarrassed and wanted to hold the goddess' stinky feet. Everyone thought he looked shabby.

"Doesn't the Taoist need some food?"

"Old layman, you are welcome, I have already stopped eating five grains."

Knowing Xu Junming Bigu, Papa Ma no longer asks more.

Seeing him greet the seven children to eat, he described it as a bit busy. Xu Junming saw that he also felt that it was a bit reluctant to let Daddy Ma take care of these little guys.

There is a saying: half-and-half children eat poor daddy.

When Xu Junming was thinking about it, the seven children ‘ding ding ding ding’, they froze a large bowl of rice, plus the three big pots of potted vegetables fried by Daddy Ma, and ate them.

Fortunately, it was supported by the silver given by Xu Junming, otherwise the Lao Ma family would not be able to feed these seven mouths.

"Boom...!"

The knock on the door suddenly rang.

"Is Dao Master Xu at home?"

"I'll open the door!"

Mao Tou volunteered and ran to the courtyard door to open. It didn't take long to bring Huang Yuanjia in.

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