Infinite Script Killing

"Where did this kid come from??"

Xu Tong also felt strange that he didn't notice it at all.

At this time, Mr. Song put a piece of yellow paper on the ground, waited for the kid to take a few mouthfuls of incense, and then quickly got into the small yellow boat.

"Bang!" The boat suddenly ignited with blue flames, burned to ashes under the sun, and then completely disappeared.

From the beginning to the end, Mr. Song didn't explain anything to him. He just asked him to stand in the sun and come to him after the incense candles were burned out.

These three incense candles were neither long nor thick, but they burned terribly slowly. The sun on a hot day hit his head, and Xu Tong suddenly felt as uncomfortable as being thrown into an oven.

Don't forget that he also has the blessing of the dark constitution prop card. For him, sunbathing is like torture.

However, during this process, he suddenly discovered something strange. It was really uncomfortable for him to have such a poisonous sun shining on him. But as the three yellow incense sticks burned out, he felt refreshed, as if something was coming from him. It felt like it was thrown away from me, and my whole body felt relaxed.

The wet clothes on his body were dried in the sun, but he still put on drier clothes before carefully walking to Mr. Song's door.

Speaking of which, at first I just wanted to learn the art of tying flowers from the old man, but after getting along with him for a while, I realized that the old man was hiding everything. Last time he saw through the Jack mask on his face, and this time he got rid of him again. I don’t know when an extra kid appeared on my body.

Every time he takes action, his methods always surprise him.

The old man saw through things that he didn't even notice at a glance.

This couldn't help but give him a deeper understanding of Mr. Song. He stood in front of the door to calm down, and then walked through the door cautiously.

I had come in to clean this room more than once in the past, and even sat in the room with the old man for a drink or two when nothing happened. It could be said that I was very familiar with it.

But as soon as he entered the door today, Xu Tong immediately felt that something was wrong.

There was something wrong that I couldn't describe. I just felt that the sun was shining in through the window today, making the room hazy.

What was even weirder were the paper figures in the room. In the past, the paper figures sat on chairs and looked very alive, but he never took them seriously.

But today, as soon as he stepped in the door, he felt a sudden feeling, as if several pairs of eyes were focused on him for an instant. When he looked up, he saw the gray eyes of these paper figures staring at him.

"Is it an illusion??"

No! He was sure that this was not an illusion. After his physical strength increased, his five senses became even sharper than usual. He could feel that these paper figures seemed to be subtly different from those in the past.

And this subtle difference is indescribable. If we really want to talk about it, we can only say that there seems to be... God in the eyes of these paper people.

"Come in!"

Mr. Song urged him to come in, holding a cigarette pole and a pot in his hand. Today he did not sit in the first seat, but sat in the second seat below.

What's even more strange is that the paper man who usually placed there was actually moved to the front seat by Mr. Song today. He also changed the paper man into a long blue coat and put on a fake beard.

Xu Tong raised his head and took a look. Not to mention, he didn't realize that this paper man looked a bit like his master Xue Gui's face after putting on the beard.

"Master!"

He didn't know what Mr. Song was going to do, but looking at his posture, he was really quite smart. He put away his usual playful smile, walked up and shouted in a polite manner.

Seeing that Xu Tong rarely behaved like this, Old Man Song twitched the corner of his mouth a few times and secretly cursed: "Ghost!"

Thinking of this, he put down the Frightening Wood in his other hand. In fact, it was originally intended to be a show-off for Xu Tong. Whenever this kid dared to look as casual as usual after entering the door, he would give it to him first.

Unfortunately, Xu Tong felt something was wrong as soon as he stepped in, and did not give Old Man Song the chance to show off his power.

But it doesn't matter, today is a big day. He thought about it all night last night, thinking that it was about time, so he got up early this morning, but he didn't know that this kid slept in again.

When I looked again, I found that this boy was riddled with evil spirits. He had robbed a tomb and entered the pit of the dead. I had never seen such a strong evil spirit.

Then he hurriedly prepared the talisman water and dragged the boy under the sun to remove the evil spirit and the clinging imp on his body.

"Kneel down!"

Mr. Song smoked his pipe and pot, winked at him, and motioned for him to kneel down in front.

Xu Tong immediately knelt down obediently, looking obedient and sensible. He was still the same bastard who usually made him half-dead.

Although there was no chance to teach this kid a lesson, Mr. Song was no longer angry after seeing how well-behaved the brat was in front of his master.

Putting down the cigarette stick in his hand, he sat upright: "Xu Tong, it's been a while since you came to my place. There is a saying that master leads you in to practice alone. Today is the time to lead you in. Please look forward."

He raised his head and squinted his eyes and saw three bowls placed under the master's feet.

The three bowls were upside down on the ground. They looked like they were old, and there was still some soil on them. It was unknown where Mr. Song dug them out.

"Although we are from the Eight Gates in our profession, there is also the saying of the Four Small Yin Gates. In fact, it is not that evil. But after all, because we deal with the dead, after a long time, we will inevitably encounter some bad evil things. .

Therefore, our profession mostly suffers from five shortcomings and three deficiencies. In the final analysis, we will not die well! "

Xu Tong tilted his head and thought to himself: "Good guy, isn't this evil??"

Mr. Song pretended not to see the strange expression on his face, and said to himself: "Although you worship me as your master, you have never worshiped me as a master, and you have no serious title. Today we have fulfilled all the rules." , from now on you will be the heir of our Seven Sect lineage."

Today, he first wanted to bring Xu Tong in and formally perform the apprenticeship ceremony.

Second, according to the sect rules, one should also be given a destiny number to correct his or her heart.

Thinking of this, Mr. Song's expression became a little sad. He remembered that he once heard his master say that when he was a beginner, he didn't care about this rule, so he didn't choose. All that was left was a pile of bones and a piece of skin.

When he started, he followed this rule, but he was unlucky and got a bad fortune. He was hit by many obstacles and was alone in his later years. He should have died in this old house long ago.

It was only by chance that he got help from thaumaturgy, which allowed him to survive until today. But as for what the future outcome would be, he had no idea, so he had to deal with it today.

"Tong'er, anyone who eats a bowl of rice is likely to have unknown companions, but our ancestor has also planned a way for us to survive. There are three bowls in front of us, and there is a command at the bottom of the bowl. You choose this one yourself. Bar."

This is not their unique sect rule. In fact, not to mention the eight sects, there are many such rules in even the lower and lower realms.

It is said that this method was created by a Taoist.

In the beginning, the saying of "five evils and three shortcomings" was only spread in a small area, mostly among hermits and eminent monks.

Later, a Taoist accidentally learned about the five disadvantages and three shortcomings. The Taoist felt that this thing was too unfair to all kinds of people in the lower world.

So I came up with this method. Since I couldn't avoid it, I simply gave myself a destiny first, and actively avoided the worst of the five disadvantages, "loneliness" and "disability", and eliminated the "fate" among the three shortcomings.

Although it will still not be easy, if you are lucky, at least you will have a good death in your later years.

And if the fate is approved in advance and you pay more attention in the future, it may not be that there is no turning point.

So this method was passed down, but the Taoist priest disappeared after that.

Some people say that he has immeasurable merit and has transformed into an immortal.

It was also said that he would die a good death if he revealed the secret.

But no matter what, this method is correct.

After Song Lao explained the reasons clearly in one breath, he urged Xu Tong to make a choice quickly.

"Uh...Master, can you not choose this thing?? I think I'm pretty good."

Xu Tong looked at the three bowls at his master's feet and began to murmur in his heart.

"If you don't choose, get out. I don't want to harm anyone."

Mr. Song's face darkened, and it was obvious that he did not give Xu Tong any room for discussion on this matter.

Well, seeing Mr. Song's stinky face, Xu Tong knew that this matter was not negotiable, so he could only bite the bullet and look at the three bowls under the master's feet.

Which one is better? ?

This was no different from opening a blind box. If you opened it wrongly, you would be doomed to be unlucky for a lifetime. Suddenly he started to have difficulties.

When Mr. Song saw that he was not moving, he turned his head to listen suspiciously, only to hear the boy muttering: "Pick soldiers and generals, and fight on horseback. If you have money to drink, you will leave if you don't have money. Whoever you pick will be unlucky. Whoever you pick will be unlucky." It’s my little strawberry…”

Hearing this kid's muttering, Mr. Song almost kicked him out. You're cooperating with such an important initiation ceremony, why are you playing house here for me? ?

But at this time, Xu Tong's hand finally stopped. When Mr. Song saw the bowl on the left, he began to feel nervous.

He had prepared the things, but when placing them, he would not look at the things inside, and would even close his eyes to mess up the order, so he did not know what fate was inside.

Xu Tong stretched out his hand to open it, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on the back of his head. When he raised his head, he didn't know whether it was the angle or whether the master had really appeared.

He glanced up and vaguely saw that the master's gray eyes were actually flashing with a faint light, as if they were coming to life. The sight made his heart tighten, and then he saw only the two masters. He turned his eyes to the left and glanced at the bowl on his left.

When he tried to see clearly again, the master's eyes no longer had the agility they had just now.

Master has appeared? ?

His heart moved, and he looked at the bowl that the master was looking at just now, and without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to open it.

As soon as the bottom of the bowl was opened, Mr. Song, who was sitting behind, had his eyes widened. He quickly came over to take a look and saw two balls rolling out, with the words "widow" and "lone" written on them respectively.

Looking at the bottom of the bowl again, I saw the word [quan] written on the bottom of the bowl...