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"Ghost mother?!"

Leng Qingxuan's fingers trembled and he almost lost his grip on the folding fan. Even the butcher ghost shrank his head.

Just two words scared the Maoshan disciple into this state, and I gained a new understanding of the horror of the ghost mother.

"Do you dare to swear with your Taoist heart that you did see the ghost mother escape from trouble?" Leng Qingxuan's tone became solemn.

"What is this Taoist oath?" I held the tea cup and suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to discuss such a high-level issue in an adult shop. I coughed dryly and said: "I can assure you that the last place where the ghost mother appeared is At Qicun Maternal and Child Health Hospital, you can go and investigate in person, and you should be able to find some clues."

Leng Qingxuan pursed his lips and was silent for a long time before speaking: "Some time ago, when my Taoist fellow Miaozhenguan and I first came to Jiangcheng, we felt that the Yin Qi had been purged. There might be a big disaster in the city, but I didn't expect it to be the Ghost Mother. It seems that there was It’s time to send a message to the master.”

"You haven't said what state the ghost mother is in. Isn't it much better than the fate ghost?"

"The Ming Gui has profound powers and is not very powerful in combat, but the Ghost Mother is different. She can control hundreds or thousands of infant spirits. She is almost immortal. If it is given a few more decades, I am afraid that it will be able to fight on its own. To compete with the Xuanmen sect!" There was fear in Leng Qingxuan's eyes: "It should be at its weakest now just after it got out of trouble, and its strength is probably at the top level C. If we give her time to recuperate and adjust to the infant spirit, otherwise How long will it take for it to reach the first level?"

I don't know how scary the first-class ghosts are, but I know the terror of the top-notch talisman. The thunder talisman was so damaged that it could only be used once. It could also cause thunder on the ground, so loud that half of Jiangcheng could hear it.

"If the ghost mother is not eliminated, it may become a serious problem." I agreed with Leng Qingxuan's statement, but I was thinking about Wang Yu. If the ghost mother entrusted her child to my care, should I belong to the Xuanmen Taoist sect, or should I belong to the Xuanmen Taoist sect? Which side should belong to the ghost mother?

People and ghosts have different paths, but I have irreconcilable conflicts with Miaozhendao, one of the major Taoist sects, which puts me in trouble.

"Forget it, just take it one step at a time." I whispered, lowering my head.

When Leng Qingxuan saw me like this, he thought I was scared out of his wits, and a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Don't worry, although the ghost mother is scary, she is not something we can deal with at our level, but as long as the master takes action, she will definitely be conquered. Ghost mother, to rectify the reputation of Maoshan."

When he said the word Maoshan, his tone contained incomparable pride. Even the evil ghost who had been temporarily promoted to the third level of the Hinayana puffed up his chest, as if it was a great honor to be a ghost servant for the disciples of Maoshan.

"You misunderstood me again, forget it, you can think whatever you want." I don't want to get into any more entanglements with Leng Qingxuan. It's rare to meet a Maoshan Yin master, so I should take this opportunity to ask for more advice.

I softened my tone, knitted my sleeves, and put my left hand in front of me: "Master Leng, I accidentally got a few ghosts, I don't know their grade. I hope you can help me identify them. As for millions of merits, that's fine. discuss."

"I practice Taoism in Maoshan Mountain. I can't see ordinary ghosts. Besides, what good things can be found in this mortal place? I still advise you to come back to the mountain with me as soon as possible. Don't sit in a well and look at the sky in this small river city." Leng Qingxuan said earnestly, and from his pocket He took out a palm-sized incense burner and placed it in front of him. He inserted three sticks of incense and said, "You have just started to learn ghost skills. It is most taboo to summon ghosts when the sun rises. If you are not careful, you will be backlashed by ghosts. This rice altar Pairing the incense burner with the soul-blessing incense can greatly reduce your pressure to attract ghosts, so I will help you for the sake of being a fellow disciple in the future."

The fine incense was lit, the room felt cool, and the sun seemed to be less hot.

The evil butcher ghost summoned by Leng Qingxuan stood still in front of the incense burner, as if absorbing the incense would be of great benefit to it.

"My time is limited, you can start." Leng Qingxuan waved his blue robe at me and nodded.

To be honest, I felt a little embarrassed when I saw him drawing talisman and biting his fingers to attract ghosts.

The yin energy gently touches the ghost ring jade beads, and the yin wind blows. The handsome ghost Wang Yuchun is lying on his side on the ground, with a charming and graceful waist, and his calves are moving from time to time.

"The yin energy is solid, not afraid of the sun, the Hinayana D level." Leng Qingxuan looked at Wang Yuchun's appearance: "After death, the charm is not reduced, which is rare. He can barely be regarded as the Hinayana level B, but his combat power is low, not as good as a A first-class ghost."

He pointed his folding fan at Wang Yuchun, and the butcher ghost pounced out, scaring the erotic ghost into fleeing around the house.

"Such ghosts are indeed cherished, but they are harmful to Taoists without any benefit." Leng Qingxuanruo looked at me pointedly: "Let me call you Taoist friend. This ghost can cause confusion in people." Desire, if you want to demand Tao, it would be better to hide her."

"Taoist Master Leng is right." I touched the Yin Qi and released the ghost in the second jade bead - the evil ghost transformed from Tian Teng No. 5.

The fat-headed and big-eared Tian Teng attracted the attention of the butcher ghost as soon as he appeared. The two were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.

"This ghost is interesting. After turning into a ghost, it still stinks all over. I can't understand it. It's at least the level of the Ding of the Hinayana." Leng Qingxuan opened the fan and started to fan. He was already losing face: "Yes, there are two Hinayana ghosts. I’m really envious of fellow Taoist’s luck.”

"It's just the Hinayana Ding and others?" I thought about it and it made sense. After all, three points exchanged for it couldn't be too outrageous.

"What do you mean by just being a minor disciple? As a direct disciple of Maoshan Yin Master, I can only...forget it, I have something else to do, so I won't stay here any longer. The first reason I came here is to win you into Maoshan, and secondly I am here to remind you that people from Miaozhen Taoism may take action against you. That Lu Jin is mediocre in Taoism, but his senior brother Lu Chen is a powerful figure. You should be careful. If not, just follow me back to the mountain. If you have Maoshan Even with your identity, they don’t dare to touch you easily.”

"Master Leng is determined." No matter what happened before, meeting Leng Qingxuan by chance can remind me to be careful about Lu Jin, who is definitely not bad in nature.

"One million merits is not a small amount, and many pairs of eyes are staring at Jiangcheng. That's all I have to say, farewell!"

Leng Qingxuan was about to take in the butcher ghost, and I stopped him: "Fellow Taoist, stay here. I have another ghost here. He has a bad temper and is disobedient to discipline. Every time he summons him, he feels like he is about to lose control. Can you Can you help me check its grade?"

"What else?" Leng Qingxuan rolled his eyes. He suddenly felt a bit bitter in his mouth: "I am very busy, so hurry up."

I didn’t waste any time and directly released the lust ghost.

Yugui looks exactly like No. 9. No. 9 in Game of Death is supposed to be a perverted serial killer who only attacks women. He is haunted by evil spirits and extremely murderous.

Just by looking at the way he died tragically, we knew that a whole pile of corpses buried him in the middle. This man should have the most lives in his hands besides me and He Bo.

I don’t know why the underworld show named it the Desire Ghost. Maybe this ghost has some special ability waiting for me to discover.

The evil wind blew violently, and the sexy ghosts and dirty ghosts retreated to both sides. The light in the room suddenly dimmed, and a thin middle-aged man appeared in the center of the room.

His body was covered with wounds that would never heal, his face was twisted in pain, and everything he saw was filled with murderous intent.

"Director Leng, this is the guy." I patted Leng Qingxuan who was in a daze, but he didn't react at all and looked straight at No. 9.

The room was filled with the fragrance of Soul-Blessing, and No. 9 took a few big sips, opening his mouth and licking his lips at the butcher ghost.

The evil butcher ghost was wearing leather armor and had been strengthened by Leng Qingxuan using Maoshan Taoism. Although he was also scared, he still had to defend himself in front of the rice altar incense burner.

The two ghosts faced off for a few seconds, and then something no one could have imagined happened. I didn't control it at all, and I didn't give any orders. No. 9 jumped out and jumped directly on top of the butcher ghost.

The ten fingers were like knives piercing the head of the butcher devil. It wanted to pluck out the devil's head!

"return!"

"How dare you?!"

Leng Qingxuan and I yelled at the same time, but No. 9 was too fast. By the time Leng Qingxuan knocked out the talisman in his hand, No. 9 had already torn off one of the butcher ghost's arms and jumped to the side.

It grabbed the butcher ghost's hand and chewed it, which made even me, the master, terrified.

"Bring them all back!" The Yin Qi communicated and took the three ghosts back into the ghost ring. I looked at the furious Leng Qingxuan and felt quite embarrassed: "Fellow Taoist, this is an accident."

"Level B in Hinayana, or even Level A! You hide so deeply!" Leng Qingxuan retracted the butcher evil ghost into the talisman with distress: "It's me who underestimated you. It's me, Leng Qingxuan, who has eyesight that doesn't recognize Mount Tai. Let's say goodbye." Pass!"

He waved his sleeves and walked towards the door.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!" I hurriedly chased him out, only to find that Leng Qingxuan's figure had disappeared on the street: "You forgot to take away the incense burner..."