Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

Bad luck?

Ji Yuan frowned slightly.

He is a five-level hundred households in the Fusi Division of Beizhen.

Do one good deed every day to accumulate yin virtue.

Feng shui of the house does not say that it is rich and noble, and the purple energy comes from the east.

It can also be regarded as the harmony of yin and yang, and the prosperity of wealth.

In such a family, there is actually a bad ghost who brings bad luck?

There must be something strange about this!

"Old man An, you've done a great job! Hurry up and bring that kid up with me to have a look!"

Ji Yuan was wearing the white python flying fish suit, and the official robe was filled with the dragon and tiger spirit of Jing Dynasty's national fortune, specializing in suppressing evil and destroying ghosts and gods.

What's more, there is also a night wandering god in his destiny, please enter the ghosts to escape.

If there is someone who does not have long eyes, he will drive the evil spirits to cast curses and harm them.

It is tantamount to throwing yourself into the net and delivering it to your door.

"okay!"

An Shanren was praised, and a happy smile appeared on his old face.

The rich yin qi that was like a green phosphorous fire suddenly surged, turned into a huge palm, and stretched out into the mud niche.

After groping for a while, I pulled hard!

"Master, spare your life! Master... spare your life!"

The unlucky ghost was pulled into a long strip like a chick, and was thrown to the ground.

It seemed that Old Man An was holding him too tightly, his eyes were protruding, and his tongue was knotted.

It was as if he had been hanged to death, which was both ugly and terrifying.

"Bah! You idiot who doesn't know the true Buddha! Who cares about the master?

Open your dog's eyes to see clearly, this is the one! "

An Shanren shouted aloud, and finally shook his prestige.

These accents and words, which he had learned from drama before, came in handy now.

"This old man... eh, what a living person!"

The unlucky ghost was about to bow his head when he suddenly felt something was wrong, so he took a closer look.

The stern man sitting on the big huanghuali wood chair was clearly full of yang energy.

The majestic spirit shone through the house like a huge fireball.

The invisible heat caused it to shrink into a ball, for fear that it would break away if it got too close.

"Huh? What? The dead can kneel, but the living can't?"

Ji Yuan leaned forward and asked coldly.

This time, it feels like a mountain is collapsing, and the momentum is extraordinary.

"Kneeling! Kneeling! Master spare me! The little one has eyes and doesn't know Taishan. He went to the wrong place and collided with the feng shui of your house!"

The unfortunate ghost with weak yin chirped, seemed to be extremely frightened, and almost exploded with fright.

This man is so vicious!

Can't be provoked!

In particular, the white python on the chest has a strong official spirit, with purple in the blue, and it is full of charm.

Unless it is a fierce ghost who is full of resentment, who dares to rely on it?

The little ghost was trembling and trembling, like a thunderbolt, and it would be wiped out at any time.

"Old An said that you are a thief who is stalking and stepping on the spot. I see that you are a bit of a thief!"

Ji Yuan saw that the kid was weak, so he didn't get off the horse again, and asked in a deep voice.

"Injustice! It's a big injustice! The old man's mansion is protected by the official spirit, and the nobles live under it. How dare you make up your mind!"

This unfortunate ghost deeply felt that he was unlucky, and he was blinded by the lard, so he suffered this innocent disaster.

"You have to be eloquent and sophistry! My lord, I see that this kid is full of nonsense, so if he is tortured and beaten, he will do everything!"

An Shanren has a strong sense of substitution, as if he is in court to interrogate villains.

Ji Yuan is the unselfish and unselfish master of Qingtian, and he is the assistant teacher from the side.

If there are a few more powerful servants, it will be even more decent.

"Small sentences are true, no deception!"

The unlucky ghost lay on the ground and shivered.

"I know whether what you said is true or false, and I know in my heart."

Ji Yuan sat on the chair with the golden sword of Malaysia, and the doors and windows of the house were closed.

His eyes flickered, and he directly asked God to go up.

Rich spirituality poured in, and was deeply imprinted on Yintang's eyebrows.

Then, like opening his eyes, he looked at the ghost.

boom!

"Master Rao... the... breath of the underworld!"

The unlucky ghost uttered a silent scream, its body vibrated violently, and it exploded into dozens of air currents.

After a while, it slowly condensed.

An Shanren, who had become a yin evil, was also affected, and the green phosphorous fire that enveloped the whole body seemed to be suppressed by the strong wind, and instantly became weak.

Like a candle flickering, crumbling.

"Ninth Master! Please accept the mighty power!"

Old Man An bowed to the ground and shouted with difficulty.

Such a change made Ji Yuan a little surprised.

He just asked God to go upstairs, how could he make two ghosts, one big and one small, like this?

"Old man An, why are you so terrified?"

Ji Yuan gathered his spirituality in time and asked softly.

"Little old man doesn't know either, he's just panicked, as if he's being threatened, and his instinct is to give birth to infinite fear!

Seeing Jiuye is like... just like seeing a vicious yamen official before Xiao Lao'er was alive! "

An Shanren trembled like chaff.

It never expected.

Jiuye is not only a high-ranking official in the world?

Even the underworld has Pinyi? !

"The ability of the ghosts to evade the ghosts of the night wandering god... is really immediate."

Ji Yuan was thoughtful.

It is said that after Taikoo.

Immortal Buddha Rakshasa, who once occupied nine heavens and ten places, all disappeared.

Even the underworld and the underworld have disappeared.

For a parade of the underworld like Yeyoushen, now there is only one spiritual reflection left.

Its true body, I don't know if it is dusted with ancient history, or it has completely disappeared and disappeared?

This little devil has no knowledge, so he will mistake Ji Yuan as the god of the underworld.

"Okay, let me ask a question, you answer, if you hide anything, disperse your ghost!"

Ji Yuan's eyes turned and landed on the unfortunate ghost with a lot of yin.

"The little one will never dare to fool Master Youshen!"

The latter nodded again and again, and it seemed to regard Ji Yuan as a ghost.

It was as if the little thief saw the six gates being arrested, showing awe in his bones.

"Why can't you stay outside the Huanhuan Mansion?"

Ji Yuan asked.

"Small... During his lifetime, he gambled so much that his family went bankrupt, and he was finally beaten to death by the debt collectors.

There was a sigh of resentment in his chest, and he deeply hated his poor luck, that he had just fallen into this field, so he turned into a bad ghost.

Specially looking for those who are down and out, not only greedy for their yang, but also sucks bad luck and disaster. "

The little devil's voice was trembling, and he said honestly.

"Last night, I wandered outside the master's mansion inadvertently, because I felt a great bad luck, as if a dark cloud covered the top... I was temporarily blinded."

Ji Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the change in his luck actually attracted all the bad ghosts.

Doesn't this mean that he is really likely to have bad luck recently?

After thinking for a moment, look inside again.

I saw three inches above the head, the dense aura the size of the grinding disc was even darker in color.

Just like the blood and ink surging, it gathers into the gas of catastrophe.

good guy!

This already belongs to the unfortunate old man who drinks cold water and jams his teeth.

"It doesn't make sense."

Ji Yuan was deeply puzzled.

He swept the three gangs and captured Luo Long.

Hook up Qin Qianhu and make good commanders.

Now he is the No. 1 figure in the Beizhen Fusi!

Obviously the momentum is fierce, and the limelight is in full swing.

The future career is magnanimous and the future is infinite.

How could it suddenly take a sharp turn and bring bad luck?

Someone must be plotting against him!

"Do you think that my lord, my Yintang is blue, and it's a disaster?"

Ji Yuan pretended to be angry, which frightened the bad ghost even more.

After kowtowing a few times, he hesitated and said:

"Don't dare to deceive Master Youshen, I have seen bad people who will lose every time they gamble, poor people who have repeatedly missed the game, and poor people who are down and out... Together, they may not have the same bad luck as you, Master!"

"Bah! Pickled things! Hugh will humiliate Jiuye!"

An Shanren didn't know the inside story, he thought that the bad ghost was cursing Ji Yuan around the corner, and said angrily.

"Never mind, let it say."

Ji Yuan put on a refined and easy-going look and tone, and asked nicely:

"Since you are an unlucky ghost, you can't be more sensitive to bad luck and disasters. Can you see the source?"

He carefully looked at the breath on the top of his head and found that the blood and ink were surging.

It seems that the dark clouds are brewing wind and thunder, and it is faintly terrifying.

Bad luck was accumulating, so it didn't show any clues, and let myself feel that something was wrong.

"The little one is weak, and I can only see that the wandering master is being entangled by a fierce ghost, and it should be not far away... just near the mansion.

If Master Youshen wants to arrest it, he can wait until the ugly hour for three quarters, when the yin qi is not strong and the yang qi is not strong, with a pair of discerning eyes, there is a great chance. "

The deceased ghost with a tragic death can make it clear, after all, it was Master Youshen who asked the question face to face, how dare he hide it.

Evil ghost?

nearby?

Ugly time?

Ji Yuan pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly.

While ordering Old Man An to put the kid in the shrine, he used Yeyoushen to listen to his voice to detect the conspiracy that mentioned his name.

After half a stick of incense, nothing was gained.

The celestial eye, which was transformed into rich spirituality, swept around for a while, but there was no trace of Yin Qi.

"It's a veteran with experience and knows how to hide and avoid detection."

Ji Yuan is not surprised, if it is really a Qi practitioner casting spells and spells, it is not so easy to detect.

"Uncle Chen, you call the Fuzhong family Dingjia to put an iron pot and heat it up with oil."

His eyes flickered a few times, determined to hunt ghosts tonight when he was ugly.

"Okay, I'll do it right now."

The housekeeper outside the door was confused.

Heat oil in a wok?

Young Master Yuan, what are you going to blow up?

...

...

It's night, and it's ugly for two moments.

The thick ink-like sky shrouded the four corners, and countless ghosts wandered blankly.

An angry ghost with the appearance of a scholar drove away, passing through the walls, relaxed and at ease.

From time to time, he opened his mouth and took a breath, directly eating a few little ghosts that had not yet conceived of intelligence, and gave out a sinister smile.

Such ferocious arrogance made those wandering spirits panic and flee.

"Datong Square, Qinglong Canal, Ji's House."

The angry ghost kept his master's explanation in mind and ran towards the goal.

The so-called transport of five ghosts, to put it bluntly, is a little trick of stealing chickens and dogs.

By the invisible and invisible power of ghosts and gods, the granaries and cellars were emptied overnight.

It's so unpredictable that you don't notice it.

As for moving the number of qi, it is also a similar method.

"That Ji Jiulang's martial arts are profound, his qi and blood are strong, and ordinary wandering spirits are indeed not close to him.

But I have the ability to eat qi, I can smell the strong smell of qi from across the room, and secretly take two bites, how does he know? It's fantastic! "

Like a wisp of smoke, the qi ghost suddenly floated into the spacious mansion protected by the official qi.

It seems to be familiar.

Inside the house is the only main wing, with five-color brilliance gathered into auspicious clouds, which is more eye-catching.

"Hey, you actually changed places tonight? You must be looking for some maid or maid to be happy! Well, let's see how I remove your anger and make you unlucky, everything is not going well!"

The angry ghost who looked like a scholar let out a gloomy smile, snorted, and hurried away.

I saw an open martial arts field with solid soil on one side, and eighteen weapons on both sides, stone balls, stone locks, and stone rollers for strength training.

In the middle stood a very large oil pan, with a strong firewood burning underneath.

Hot oil churned and crackled.

A dozen steps away, there was a huanghuali wood armchair, on which sat a stern young man in a white python flying fish suit.

"not good!"

Qi ghosts are made of living souls, their actions and intelligence are like ordinary people, and their reactions are far faster than ordinary wandering ghosts.

As soon as it entered this martial arts arena and hit that indifferent gaze, it was shocked.

"This muddy leg can actually see me! That breath... It's clearly an official in the underworld! I've been beaten, hurry up, hurry up!"

"late!"

Feeling the gloomy wind blowing on his face, Ji Yuan's brows opened his eyes.

The rich spirituality turned into golden light and shot straight out, and saw the path of the gas ghost.

He gave a low voice, and the tall and straight figure sitting on the chair, like a gust of wind, swept across the rammed flat that was a hundred paces square.

When the word "night" sounded, no one was there.

When the word "lao" fell, Ji Yuan's five fingers spread out, like a net, suddenly covering the qi ghost body!

[Cloud Dragon Wind Tiger]'s cyan fate, coupled with the unique light-weight exercises, its speed is unbelievable!

"How can these mud legs catch me..."

In addition to being frightened, the angry ghost quickly opened his mouth and spit, turning into a black mist and rushing towards Ji Yuan.

At the same time, it will induce bad luck in the Qi number.

"Let you slap your foot and fall! A hard fall!"

The shape of the qi ghost is like a void of ashes, extremely light and thin.

With just half a finger, you can drill out from the folded five fingers.

"Delusion shakes my spirit!"

Ji Yuan has long been destined to achieve success, and naturally he will not be easily hurt by a bit of bad luck.

Fifteen lives shined brightly, triggering the appearance of [Wuqu Riding a Dragon] to disperse the black fog.

Bang!

Five fingers together.

The atmosphere was squeezed to make a crackling sound.

Ji Yuan rose from the sky, astonished as a wandering dragon, and grabbed the gas ghost that was about to escape.

It was as if a wind dragon surrounded the whole body, and the toes tapped the ground.

This movement was quiet and elegant, leaving only a few afterimages.

"Is it such a gadget, trying to harm me secretly?"

Ji Yuan asked God to go to the upper body at this time, and there was no problem in holding this angry ghost body with his hands.

"Where is your master?"

The gas ghost changed several times, but he couldn't break free.

Feeling the mighty aura of the underworld, it trembled uncontrollably. How could this person have anything to do with the underworld?

"I don't know! I don't know anything!"

"Very good, tough enough!"

The spiritual golden light of Ji Yuan's eyebrows firmly imprisoned this angry ghost.

The murderous aura and strong blood energy in the soul body are several chips stronger than that of Old Man An.

They have already condensed their appearances, like a living person, obviously the level is not low.

"It is rumored that in the Yin Division, all those who have sinned deeply must walk through the mountain of swords after death, and then the next round of oil pans.

Look, my lord has prepared it for you. "

Ji Yuan used his left hand to pull out the embroidered spring knife around his waist, and pulled out a hole in the palm of his hand, smearing it with dark red blood.

Tear!

The knife flashed.

The scholar-looking madman had one of his "arms" broken.

"Old man An, quickly send it to the frying pan, wrap it in a layer of bread crumbs, and fry it back and forth twice, just in time to make a supper for you."