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However, he still has some concerns, mainly the organization that Zhong Liuchuan said. If he left, and they sent people again, the level of the last time, Zhong Liuchuan could not cope, but it was a big trouble.

"Wait a minute." Then he called Zhong Liuchuan to the hospital and told his concerns.

"This gentleman can rest assured that this organization has a process, such a powerful trump card has lost its hand, indicating that the difficulty of the task has increased very much, they will re-evaluate, which requires a process, and will not send people again in the short term. "Chungliuchuan Road."

“How long is the short term?”

"One month."

"Well, I am going out for a while, it is estimated that one week, the things here will bother you."

"Should, sir."

"You have a good look at this book." Wang Yao handed him a book.

"This is, medical book?" Zhong Liuchuan took a trip, he wanted to learn Kung Fu, not medical skills.

"The key point is the meridians and acupuncture points of the human body. You need to understand and write down these things. If you want to learn kung fu, you must first understand your body." Wang Yao explained.

"Okay, sir."

"Okay, I will go home and say, then we will leave immediately." Wang Yao made a reservation to the anxious Miao San who was waiting.

"Okay, thank you." Miao San decided to listen after the hurried.

"Good to say."

After shutting down the medical center, Wang Yao returned home and said something to his parents.

"Do you want to go far?"

"Yes, there is a friend who meets, and I want to see it in the past. During this time, you and my dad don't go out. What are you waiting for me to come back?"

"Oh, I know."

After explaining it to the family, Wang Yao and Miao Sanding went directly to the island city and flew to Hongzhou Province by plane.

Hongzhou Province, the village under the ancient tomb.

In the early morning, several Taoist priests who came down from the Dragon and Tiger Mountain started very early, punching in the yard, the speed was very slow, and the gesture was a bit weird.

"What is this boxing?" Liu Liufang looked in the fog.

“Daochang, is breakfast ready?” The people in this mountain village are very warm and hospitable, and the people of Hongzhou Province are very respectful to the Taoist priests in Longhushan.

"Thank you."

After having breakfast, the three Taoist officers carefully checked the things they carried with them. After confirming that there was no problem, they were ready to go up the mountain, and Liu Sifang followed.

"You don't want to go when you are a teacher." The old man stopped him.

"Ah?" Liu Sifang was very happy after listening to it. He didn't want to go at all. The place left a deep shadow in his heart. However, he thought of his brother.

"Uncle Shi, I don't go up the mountain, just stay at the foot of the mountain. If you need anything, call me." He bit his teeth.

"Oh, okay." The old man smiled and listened, and Liu Sifang’s eyes changed.

He was able to see it before. This younger generation is actually very afraid of the ancient tomb. This is understandable. After all, almost everyone is afraid of that kind of thing, but when they are afraid but dare to face it, they do something they can. This is very rare.

"The two spells you hold, put on your chest, as long as it is not too close, there will be no problem." He took two spells from his pocket and handed it to Liu Sifang.

"Hey, thank you, Uncle."

Several people set off and went to the foothills shortly.

They checked it first, and the charm of the mountain was still there. Then they went up the mountain. The spells in all directions of the work shed were still there, but the color was already yellow. It felt like a night, but it seemed to have gone through a hundred years.

"Be careful."

"Yes, Master."

Three people carefully approached the work shed, and a priest took out a piece of paper and posted it outside the work shed. The paper was burned immediately and instantly turned into ashes.

The strange old man who painted the head of the road painted a strange spell, and then he first entered the work shed.

The shed is still the same, everything is there, but the Taoist who came here before has disappeared.

In the tomb, the statue of the evil spirit is still standing there quietly.

"Well, how could this be this thing?!" The old brow wrinkled.

"Master, there is blood." A Taoist pointed to the tomb.

I saw a blood line that had reached the tomb door behind the tomb and was cut off by the tomb.

"The evil spirits are in the way, King Kong protects the law?" The old road did not rush to the grave, but quietly looked at the tombs on both sides of the tomb.

Slamming,

The heavy stone tomb door seemed to move and opened a seam.

The bell rang, the bells hanging from the waists of several Taoist rang, and they were very anxious.

Besides, outside the shed, the eight sheets of paper in eight directions burned up and then turned into ashes.

A hand stretched out from behind the tomb.

"That is?!"

The two younger priests were full of shocked expressions.

"How can this be?!"

Under the mountain, Liu Sifang smoked cigarettes and paced back and forth, looking up at the mountains from time to time.

"Liu Sifang, you are a big fool. Forced, say less, you will die?"

"The last time I came to be an apprentice, this time is Master, should there be no problem?" He reached out and tried his chest, the two spells.

"Buddha bless, Bodhisattva bless, Heavenly bless, Heaven bless you..."

In the shed, after the tomb door, the arm stretched out a little and a half. The arm wrapped around the arm was actually a robe, the same robe as the three priests outside, but with a few drops of blood on it.

"Master, brother?!"

"Oh, the most worrying thing is still happening!" the old road whispered.

go with,

The old road waved, and a piece of paper flew out. It was like a flying knife. It fell very accurately onto the extended arm. The paper broke and burned, and the arm stopped. The action, as if it was fixed, kept the action of pushing the tomb door from inside.

Hey, above the tomb, on the left side, there was a crack in the statue of the vajrapant King Kong with the vajra, and I don’t know why.

"Can't let him out." The old face suddenly changed dramatically.

"what?!"

A few papers flew out one after another, set at the four corners of the tomb door up and down, left and right, but immediately burned up after being stained.

The evil spirits are in the way, blocking the people outside, not letting outsiders enter.

King Kong protects the law, the town is the magic inside, do not let the devil out!

This tomb door can only be opened from the inside, and according to the truth, the things inside will not wake up, but the accident has appeared.

At this time, the old road is instantly clear.

Hey, the tomb door moved again.

what! There seems to be a deep breathing sound inside.

Hey, there is also a crack in the statue of Voldemort in the right side.

"Can't you seal it?"

Hey, the tomb door was pushed open by a gap of ten centimeters wide. A face is visible behind the gap, with a pair of eyes and a pair of blood red eyes.

what! A scream.

"Hold the grass!" Liu Sifang, under the mountain, threw the smoke into his hand, ran off the leg, ran for a few steps and then stopped and looked back at the mountain.

No one is coming down,

"The last time I folded one, how can I fold three times this time?"

His body was shaking and he was afraid, but he bit his teeth and decided to wait.

In the shed, a Taoist fell to the ground and trembled like an electric shock.

wake,

The old road untied the bell at the waist, and then pressed it on the head of the apprentice. The Taoist stopped shaking and the eyes returned to the Qingming.

"Concentric Mantra,"

After he finished speaking, the two apprentices beside them were vocal.

"Hey, look like you have to ask your brother to come over."

He quickly pulled out one of the things from the parcel, but it was a bronze mirror with complicated patterns and symbols.

The bronze mirror in his hand turned over, and immediately a beam of light emerged from the bronze mirror. Through the gap of the tomb door, he directly hit the back of the figure behind the door, slamming, like a drumstick on the drumhead. The vaguely visible figure was directly hit in and disappeared.

The old road then rushed down the tomb, and re-sealed the opened tomb door with lightning speed, and then pulled out a few plaques on it, just affixed a piece of it, and he sang a word in his mouth. When he was in the twelfth, he finally stopped burning. Then his conscious disciple also came down to help. The mentor and the teacher were covered with nine hundred and ninety-eight sheets of paper on the tomb.