Legend of the Great Sage

Li Fugui said: "This is the Bailian Dao I bought at the Jinge Shop in Qingyang City." He is not a fool. How can the death of his wife and children have no effect on him, and he has no hatred for the goddess? It is clear proof that he is still a bloody man.

But he was just an ordinary farmer after all, with wine on one side and a knife on the other, but he never made up his mind to pick up the knife, instead he was depressed day by day in the drunken town, and finally found that he didn't even have the strength to hold the knife. But he still kept the knife and didn't take it out for a good drink.

Li Fugui remembered the past and burst into tears: "I dare not sell this knife, and I can't sell it. If I sell it, I will have nothing."

Li Qingshan's heart was agitated, his face was calm, and he silently put the knife back into the sheath: "If you trust me, this knife will belong to me, and I will give you an explanation."

Li Fugui turned his back and waved his hand. Li Qingshan stepped out of the door and walked quickly all the way. He just wished he could go to the door and cut the goddess with a knife. After returning to the hut to practice boxing, he calmed down.

"Being able to drive ghosts, what level of supernatural power is it, how is it better than my power?"

"The strong one can make the Ten Thousand Ghosts Chaozong, called a ghost emperor, and associate with gods and demons. The weak one can only bully ordinary people. Not only is it useless to practice, but it is harmful.

"That goddess is naturally the latter." Li Qingshan was relieved, this was what he expected, otherwise, the goddess would not have eaten him in vain and took so long to take revenge.

"But don't underestimate him. You can't see ghosts, and many methods are impossible to guard against."

Li Qingshan thought for a moment: "Brother Niu, I heard that people can see ghosts by wiping cow tears on their eyes. I wonder if it's true?"

"Don't hit me with ideas, the old cow has no tears in his life."

"The man doesn't cry when he's in tears, but he's not at the sad place yet. Brother Niu, don't you have a sad time?"

Qing Niu passed the bull's head and ignored him.

Li Qingshan knew that Brother Niu was a real bull, so he stopped persuading him. These days, the two of them communicated a lot, and he vaguely sensed Qing Niu's mind. You have to fight what you do.

At dusk, Qingniu suddenly handed a small porcelain vase to Li Qingshan, and without explaining anything, he walked out of the door, went to Wo Niugang, and looked at the hundred thousand mountains under the setting sun.

Li Qingshan opened the small porcelain bottle and saw that there was a transparent light blue liquid inside. With a move in his heart, he smiled and thanked Qingniu's back. He dipped the liquid with wormwood and carefully dripped it into his eyes.

At first, he didn't feel anything, but then he felt that his eyes were getting hotter and hotter. If it weren't for the hard practice these days, he could hardly help crying.

In the smoky blue brick house, a group of foreigners who came to ask God for inquiries stared at a piece of talisman paper flying in the air, and then suddenly it burned itself, and it was still a blue flame.

They couldn't see a child with a pale face, holding the talisman paper with great effort, they just lowered their heads, handed all the money to the goddess in fear, and then went backwards.

The goddess carefully collected the money, and her face suddenly turned hideous: "What's the matter, why isn't Li Er dead yet? Are you not busy with things? Do you want me to take care of you?"

The child's dull face also showed fear, and he shook his head desperately.

The goddess shook the bell in her hand violently, and the child rammed around the house in pain, bringing with it a gust of gloomy wind that blew away the lingering smoke.

After a long time, the goddess stopped the bell: "Good, listen to grandma, grandma won't treat you badly." Handing an embroidery needle as thin as a cow's hair to the child: "Take it and stab his eyes."

The child held the embroidery needle with difficulty, and flew to the foot of Wo Niu Gang by the night wind.

At night, Li Qingshan was still meditating with his eyes closed in the courtyard.

The child walked over,

Raising the embroidery needle in his hand, he slowly pierced Li Qingshan's eyes. In the eyes of ordinary people, there is only a needle flying in mid-air, not to mention that this embroidery needle is extremely thin. It's hard to see even in the daytime, let alone at night.

Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, ignoring the embroidery needles that were close at hand, and stared at the child's dark eyes with sharp sword-like eyes: "What are you going to do?" A flame is burning.

In the evening, when Li Qingshan was in extreme pain, the faint aura in his body suddenly started to swim, wandering between his eyes, the painful feeling was suddenly relieved a lot.

When the painful and burning sensation disappeared, a coolness flowed in his eyes, which made him feel very comfortable. At this moment, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and he opened his eyes suddenly, just to see the little devil from last night, holding his Standing in front of him with an embroidery needle.

He was also taken aback in his heart, and he was a little scared. He originally thought that the goddess had only some ghostly tricks and would never be able to compete with him head-on. Anyway, the yin qi of the little devil couldn't hurt him, so he thought of underestimating the enemy, but if he hadn't suddenly been able to. If you see ghosts, you will be plotted against you and your eyes will be destroyed, so it is better to kill them early.

The child was even more surprised. Li Qingshan gave him an angry look, his whole body trembled, the embroidery needle in his hand fell to the ground, and fluttered away from him.

Li Qingshan looked at the kid carefully, and found that he was only about six or seven years old, and he was very handsome. The little devil is like the young son of a big family.

When the child saw that Li Qingshan could see him, he didn't dare to go forward, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to complete the task, and he would be punished by the goddess when he went back.

Li Qingshan no longer has any fear in his heart. Everything that is invisible is the most terrifying. Now that he can clearly see it, he finds that this kid is even more afraid than him, so he opens his mouth and asks: "What's your name, where are you from? Where did it come from?"

But no matter how he asked, the child was dumb and didn't answer. Li Qingshan's heart moved: "You can't speak?"

The child hesitated for a while before nodding.

Li Qingshan thought that it was only used by the goddess, and unfortunately died at such a young age, and maybe it was also killed by the goddess, he felt a little pity in his heart, and his attitude was milder.

"It was so close yesterday, what are you hiding now? Come here, I have something to ask you."

Seeing that his expression had become less terrifying, the child took a few steps closer, like a little beast terrified.

Li Qingshan said: "Since you don't want to speak, then nod and shake your head to answer. So, do you understand?"

The child nodded.

One person and one ghost, just communicate like this.