Uncle Jiu: I punish the criminals according to the will of Heaven, and you say I’m arrogant?

8

"Since you all don't care..."

The colorful glass light in the eyes of the white-clothed figure became brighter and brighter. Just as he was about to stand up, a melodious and deep voice sounded in his ears.

"Listen, Xiao Di, who said that child is unattended?"

"Really...real person?"

……

When the sky was just getting light, the few of them walked through the damp mist and arrived in front of two particularly neatly maintained bamboo houses.

Surrounded by green bamboo forests, it has a sense of tranquility of a Feng Shui treasure land.

You can say that Taoist Simu loves the younger generation to death at every turn, but you can't say that he has poor taste.

The earth's energy here is abundant, and practicing Maoshan's spirit-summoning technique here can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Maoshan's most powerful magic is not the Lightning Thunder Fist, nor is it the ability to summon wind and rain at the drop of a hat, nor is it the Wooden Stake Technique that can summon countless wooden stakes with a flick of the sleeve.

But it’s the art of summoning gods!

The above-mentioned techniques are all limited, but the technique of summoning gods is different. As long as you practice it to the extreme, you can even summon the gods to descend to the mortal world.

The twelve generations of ancestors above are definitely paying attention to you all the time.

When there is no danger, you will be the biggest danger!

"stop!"

"That brat Jiale must have been slacking off again!"

Taoist Simu put down the bell in his hand and flicked it casually, and the dozen or so zombies all lowered their stiff arms.

"Jia Le, Jia Le... If you don't come out, Master will go in!"

"Here I come, Master, here I come!"

Hearing the sound, Jiale didn't care about anything else. He jumped out of the window and ran out.

He knew very well how petty his master was. His methods of playing tricks on people were endless, and no one knew when he would fall into his trap.

"Big Brother, Uncle-Master Qianhe, why are you here together?" Looking at Yang Lingxiao and the others, Jiale's eyes lit up with joy.

Unlike Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, Jia Le is an orthodox disciple who has received the initiation certificate at the main temple.

"Humph!"

"Good disciple, Master really loves you so much, why don't you welcome these guests in?"

Taoist Simu held Jiale's face with both hands and rubbed it madly.

"Yes, Master!"

Jiale rubbed his sore cheek and responded, but when the old Taoist Yang Lingxiao talked to Dongnanxixi, he became active again.

Young people always have some common topics.

"Big Brother, I want to complain. That bastard Shi Shaojian screwed me!"

Watching his master and uncle leave, Jiale immediately showed a miserable look, like a little cabbage with yellow leaves in a field, who had lost his mother at the age of two or three.

That bastard is not a human being at all!

They said that gun skills are also a method and ballistics are also a way, which led to him being beaten by the ancestor with a fist as big as a sandbag every time he dreamed, and it happened every day!

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

This has nothing to do with me. It must be that Shi Shaojian did not explain it clearly to the master.

Forget it, just reward him with a Lightning Thunder Fist!

"Don't worry, wait until you meet him and subdue him!"

The four people from the east, south, west and north looked at each other, with black question marks almost left on their faces.

It turns out that the ancestor is also good at spearmanship and enlightenment. I have realized it.

Soon, in front of the ancestral temple.

Taoist Simu and Taoist Qianhe stood holding incense. After offering the incense, Taoist Simu took a particularly exaggerated puff of the incense.

This is not about burning some for yourself to try in advance, nor is it about competing with the ancestors for incense, but it is a must for practicing the art of summoning gods. To put it bluntly, eating air means to establish a good relationship with the ancestors.

Then came the younger generations like Yang Lingxiao.

"Grandmaster, I'm sorry to bother you!"

Yang Lingxiao raised his hands and rubbed them together, and immediately three lines of Yin De appeared in his hands. He used the Yin De to condense incense and burned it, which was worthy of the ancestor's divine power.

"Buzz!"

As Yang Lingxiao's incense fell, the statues of the ancestors in the distance lit up with fluorescence one after another, and then beams of light flew out from them and entered the bodies of several younger generations, enhancing their cultivation a little.

Then, a group of phantom hands touched Yang Lingxiao's head and asked him about his well-being, which made Taoist Simu very jealous.

If he is not the founder, the disciple was Xiao Tiantian in the last second, and turned into Mrs. Niu the next second?

You are cheating by burning good deeds as incense, nephew!

But for Yang Lingxiao, if it weren't for the difficulty in cultivating merit, he would definitely burn a few for the ancestor to help cheer him up.

Who made him the most beloved son of the ancestor?

After burning incense, several people sat down at the dinner table.

Just as Taoist Simu was about to pick up a dried radish, a chanting sound with infinite penetrating power immediately penetrated the void and reached everyone's ears.

It sounds so powerful even to living people, let alone demons and monsters.

"This stinky monk forced me to submit a petition to the Lord of Thunder...Nephew, can you give him a thunder?" Taoist Simu's eyes were shining, and there was an impulse to try in his eyes.

This stinky monk, he really recites the scriptures!

It was also because the ancestor was too lazy to pay attention to him, otherwise he would have turned the Buddhist temple upside down.

"Uncle Master, that's not necessary!"

"brush!"

Golden light spread all over Yang Lingxiao's body, and in the blink of an eye, a golden barrier was formed that enveloped the few people and isolated them from everything.

"Hmm, such golden light?"

"Qingqing, Master will take you to see the world!"

Master Ikkyu, who noticed something was wrong, put down the wooden fish in his hand and spoke to his disciple Qingqing who was also chanting beside him.

"Master, what have you seen?"

The compassion in the eyes of the woman named Qingqing disappeared, and she regained the youthful vigor that a young person should have.

"Master!"

Before Taoist Simu could breathe a sigh of relief, the figure that appeared at the door made the relaxed look on his face disappear, and was replaced by a sarcastic look.

"Old monk, you are not dead yet?"

"Brother Daoist is not dead yet, how can I bear to leave alone? Daoist Master Qianhe, it's been a long time since we last met. I hope you have mastered your skills again!" Master Ikkyu replied with a smile, and then turned his gaze to Yang Lingxiao.

In just a moment, a chilling feeling that made him tremble with fear immediately spread over his whole body, as if some great terror was staring at him in the dark.

I can't see through it myself, and there's an old monster beside me...

Amitabha, this time he has hit the wall.

It's over. According to Maoshan's usual way of doing things, he will probably have to go to the downwind side.

"Master Ikkyu, I am Yang Lingxiao!"

Yang Lingxiao greeted his uncle's good friend.

He did not see the Buddha's intention in Master Ikkyu's eyes, but only saw himself.

He himself is the Buddha, which is considered to be a top-notch heresy by some great monks.

"Amitabha!"

"I'm still cooking porridge at home. I'll come visit you next time!"

Master Ikkyu raised his hand, grabbed Qingqing, and rushed out without hesitation, without even looking back.

Similarly, Master Ikkyu did not see any Tao in Yang Lingxiao's eyes, only the overwhelming Dharma, and each Dharma represented a ancestor.

No need to guess too much, the young man named Yang Lingxiao must be the hidden sweetheart of Maoshan.

If I saw this, wouldn't I roll in the eighteen levels of hell?

Don’t get me wrong, Maoshan really has that kind of strength!

"baffling!"

"Are you running to the west so fast?"

Taoist Simu then complained.

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