Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 85 See Through
Liu Qiao's eyes are like looking at "odd goods", it's not like Long Yang is really good, he likes to walk on dry roads, he likes to molest children and so on.

Rather, I like that Zhou Qing's fortune is deep, and his inner beauty is beautiful, his roots are quite good, and he is simply a gift of beautiful jade.

Furthermore, with the guidance of the Holy Emperor, such a blessing cannot be achieved in a few lifetimes.

If you have the chance to practice Taoism, you will be one of my generation sooner or later, so it is just a little love of talents.

With such resources, if you pass on my Huang Ting Dao skills, not to mention becoming a fairy, but with the help of Huang Ting's next chapter, the whole body will be harmed far away, not afraid of tigers and wolves, and you can be the bridge of a fairy family.

As for taking him as a disciple?
Liu Qiao did have this idea, but the Holy Emperor pointed out the people who had passed, and he had a few catties, so it was not good to rush into his family.

If it is the apprentice or heir whom the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan likes, what if he is the next emperor of heaven, the king of the king and the son of heaven, but he cuts off his beard with a horizontal bar, that would be a risk.

So for this Zhou Qing, it can only be treated carefully, holding hands for fear of falling, holding mouth for fear of melting.

Thinking this way in his heart, but his face remained calm, he listened to Zhou Zhoulang's narration of strange things in the village.

It turns out that after Liu Qiao's master and apprentice wiped out the ghosts, Zhuangzhong was indeed peaceful for a few days.

However, it was only a few days. First, the village lost many children in sunny days, and then became more and more arrogant. Even the young and middle-aged children began to die violently for no reason.

"Many people died at home, and they didn't hear the sound of screams and wailing, and there was no movement. It was only after a few days that the corpses smelled and were discovered... All men and women, young and old, with foul-smelling black blood flowing from the seven orifices, seemingly in vain..." Zhou Qing He said with a look of fear on his face.

Hearing this, Chang Long's heart became angry, and he said with evil eyes: "What a monster, it's really rampant, not to mention cannibalism at night, it dares to do mischief in the daytime, if you take it, you must peel its skin and gouge out its heart, crush its muscles and bones, and refine its soul into the wick , teach it not to be exalted for ten thousand kalpas..."

Hiding himself in a deep mountain, practicing good fruits, and accepting the precepts of Yuxu, taught by his master, Chang Long is no longer the cruel and cannibal demon who followed his heart in good and evil, and did not take mortals as his life.

On the contrary, he learns human language, understands characters, reads books and knows the principles of sages and sages, and has long regarded himself as a moral person in his heart. He takes a breath of fresh air, and what he hates the most is monsters who kill without reason and drink blood and eat flesh.

Liu Qiao also nodded, thinking in his heart, the monster didn't dare to cause trouble when he was around, and only dared to do evil after he left.

And before that, they only dared to snatch some babies secretly, not to disturb the adults, but now they dare to make trouble blatantly.

Apparently, either he has a reliance and is not afraid of ordinary Taoist priests and strangers.

Or, through cannibal spirituality, the skill has greatly increased, and I feel that I am so powerful that I simply "float".

No matter what it is, this monster is not difficult to deal with. The main reason is that there may be a big monster behind it. Last time, I noticed something different and didn't investigate deeply. That's why.

After thinking for a moment, he said: "Yuande, you are guarding the house in the cave, and you are good at practicing. Wait for me to go to Zhoujiazhuang with Sanlang to see what happened..."

"Let's go with Master. Fighting against demons, killing and fighting demons, etc., can be left to disciples as much as possible, so as not to dirty Master's hands..." Chang Long said sincerely.

Dharma protector disciples are specifically to protect and support immortal masters, travel through the world of suffering, fight martial arts, kill lives and save suffering, and guard against weapons.

But Liu Qiao shook his head and said: "The poor Taoist went to refine the demon, and he returned in a short time. How capable is that demon? Why bother to mobilize everyone."

After saying that, Chang Long didn't allow Chang Long to refute, and arranged: "You stay in the cave, plant elixir and fairy seedlings, sit in the death pass to reduce mana and fire, if you have free time, build mountains and bridges, and take care of the mountain gate..."

Chang Long doesn't know how to be a yellow-turban fighter, but he has trained ten generals in his body, each of whom is in charge of thousands of soldiers, sweeping up dust, splitting mountains and digging holes, sweeping gill nets, swinging thorns, building a mountain gate, and roads, with ease.

It was also the last time I went to sea and saw some famous cave mansions, so Liu Qiao started thinking about building palaces and fairy mansions.

Just thinking that if he dies in the future and is listed on the list, no matter how good the cultivation of the Mountain Gate Palace is, it will be useless work, so he put this thought aside for the time being.

It just so happened that Zhou Zhoulang came here today, the mountain road is difficult and thorny everywhere, thinking that even if the temple is not built, it is still necessary to clean up the mountain road.

Hearing that Liu Qiao was willing to go there in person, Zhou Qing was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed and said, "Excuse me, Immortal Chief, when shall we set off, shall we ride a horse or take a sedan chair?"

He went out to look for an expert, and besides other things, he still brought a lot of money. The immortal wanted to ride a horse or a sedan chair, and he could satisfy them. It would not be good to let the immortal walk across thousands of miles.

"Haha, the matter is urgent, let's go now, why do you need to ride a horse or a sedan chair, you close your eyes, don't be scared..." Liu Qiao smiled and pointed to the ground decisively.

"Huhu" the breeze gathered layers of mist, and the bones were white, like a ball of cotton spread under the feet.

Liu Qiao was also like Chang Long, holding Zhou Qing's shoulders, jumped onto the cloud head, and under Chang Long's watch, he jumped into the sky in a blink of an eye.

Liu Qiao's mana is sufficient for this cloud-climbing technique, which he has explored in the past two days. It is faster than riding the wind and fog, but it is also limited, and it can only travel a hundred miles.

Compared with Yang Ren's ten-thousand-mile cloud-climbing technique, Liu Qiao's self-taught technique can only be regarded as climbing clouds, which is really slow.

However, Tengyun has an advantage. Firstly, it is safe and good at fighting at high altitudes. Second, it can carry people across seas and mountains.

The most important thing is that soaring clouds can go up to ten thousand feet in the sky, and the five-element evasion technique can only be hundreds of feet off the ground. Only the immortals who know how to move clouds can really be called: "Stairing clouds to the sky, you can worship the emperor of heaven, go straight to the sky, and shake your body thousands of miles away. I have time to spare"

So it is also called Feisheng, the achievements of Feiju and Xiaju.

Zhou Qing only felt his body lighten, and then the wind "huhu" passed by his ears. Although he closed his eyes, he couldn't bear it, squinted quietly, and opened his eyes to look.

That is to say, there is whiteness in front of you, and it is a cloud of cotton with bones, and it is a cloud of mist covering the sky. When you look down, your feet seem to be stepping on the ground, the mountains and rivers are as big as a palm, and people are like ants.

Zhou Qing was terrified, afraid of falling and turning into a puddle of minced meat, he didn't dare to move, but also a little novel, he just felt that traveling in this way is the fun of life.

However, before he can feel it carefully, it seems that in the blink of an eye, Yun's head paused, and it came from his ear: "Here we are, stand up..."

Immediately, his feet were solid, and the cloud head fell rapidly, and he had already landed on the ground. His feet were firmly on the ground, and the tiled eaves of the house in front of him, the ridges of the thatched hut, had already reached Zhoujiazhuang.

"It's amazing. It's a journey of thousands of miles, in the blink of an eye. If you know how to do this, you can deliver papers and deliver letters with others in the future, and be a shop soldier. You won't have to worry about no business..." Zhou Qing thought wildly.

Liu Qiao stood in front of Zhou's house, and suddenly said, "Zhou Zhou Lang, it seems that there is a funeral in your house?"

Zhou Qing regained his composure and looked at it, he was shocked, why there were white flags and black couplets in front of the door, and the village people looked sad, and hurriedly pulled their legs and walked towards the door without caring about other things.

Liu Qiao also walked into Zhou's house, and those village people surrounded by the door in mourning clothes hurriedly moved out of the way when they saw them coming, and said one after another: "It's so late for the third uncle to come back, the grandpa died this morning... "

"Yes, on his deathbed, Shang Nian Saburo..."

Zhou Qing couldn't believe it all over his face, and rushed to the mourning hall. Sure enough, there was a coffin that hadn't been covered yet, and Zhou Taigong was lying in the coffin with a slightly hideous expression.

"Father..." Zhou Qing lay paralyzed on the ground, nearly fainted, weeping loudly, relatives and younger generations all around came to help, all of them looked weeping and lamented again.

At this time, many people died in the village, even the venerable grandfather could not escape this disaster, and his death was strange.

Seeing Liu Qiao coming in from behind, the sadness on the faces of these village people was reduced a bit, and they all knelt down and worshiped: "I beg the immortal to see the truth, stop this evil disaster and demon disaster, and save us from the danger of dying..."

Liu Qiao hurriedly avoided, helped everyone up and said: "You can't be called a fairy, this matter is well known by the poor, don't worry, everyone, this trip is only for refining demons..."

In fact, Liu Qiao didn't know what to do, but now he was the only one these people could rely on. If he said that he was not sure, it would make people flustered.

"The Immortal Elder is merciful..." When everyone heard this, they knelt down on the ground again, with expressions of gratitude and hope on their faces.

Like a life-saving straw, there is no way for mortals to do evil tricks. I only hope that this immortal can get rid of the evil atmosphere, restore the world and make the people live in peace.

Some old people even brought the only little gold and silver in the family, and kowtowed: "My son died at the hands of evil spirits, please be merciful to the immortal head, and use magic power to wipe out the evil spirits. Palaces and temples, set up shrines to worship..."

The rest of the people also looked sincere, kowtowed and said in unison: "I would like to build a temple for the immortals. We will wait for the descendants of future generations to worship for thousands of generations, but there will be blood and incense in the world..."

Liu Qiao felt a little heavy when he heard the words, and he didn't refuse, he just helped these villagers up one by one, and said: "You don't need to say too much, I will leave it to the poor Taoist, and I will give you peace and tranquility... "

To explain and teach Yuxu's family style, if you want to save people, the first thing is to test people's sincerity. These people are willing to give everything, including the affairs of future generations, in exchange for immortals. This is the greatest sincerity.

Although the villagers were poor, and it was difficult to say good and evil in the past, they did not sit still and wait for others to help them.

Although Liu Qiao didn't need incense, nor did he need to offer incense in the ancestral hall, but he didn't directly refuse. Instead, he agreed wholeheartedly to reassure everyone.

If they all refuse to accept it, these villagers will feel uneasy, thinking that the immortal will not take things and will not do their best.

Seeing this, all the villagers really calmed down a bit, and each of them felt relieved and set up the mourning hall, thinking that the immortals would come and destroy the evil spirits.

Liu Qiao crossed over to the side of Zhou Qing who was kneeling and mourning, and inspected the corpse of the Grand Duke of Zhou.

His face was slightly ferocious, his eye bags were blue, and he looked like Yin Qi had invaded his body, and there was still a little blood on the corner of his mouth that had not been wiped clean.

Shen Sheng asked: "Is it like this for all the sudden deaths in the village?"

Zhou Qing, who was crying, suddenly looked up, with hope in his eyes, and asked without answering: "Maybe the immortal can save my father?"

Liu Qiao shook his head and said: "My father's soul has been dispersed, and the three souls have returned to heaven. Even if Luo Tianxian is here, it will be difficult to save him. Besides, Pindao does not know the art of bringing the dead back to life."

To stand up and return to life, the precondition is that the three souls and seven souls are still alive, at least they can be brought back by means of restraint, and there must be a treasure such as the golden elixir.

Otherwise, in the 33rd day, the Daluo Heaven Realm of the Sanqing Dynasty opened up a Befu, and the real head of the twelve immortals named Luo Tianxian came here, and it might not be possible to bring the dead back to life.

The look of hope in Zhou Qing's eyes disappeared when he heard the words, he slumped on the ground, and replied in a daze: "Everyone dies like this, bleeding from the seven orifices..."

Liu Qiao nodded, thoughtfully, and suddenly asked, "Where is your father's concubine? You haven't seen her come out for such an important matter?"

Zhou Qing was stunned for a moment, regained his composure, shook his head and looked around, but he did not see him, and said in confusion: "It shouldn't be, my aunt and father are the most affectionate, why..."

Immediately he got up and said: "Maybe I'm too sad, I'm sad in the room, I'll go and have a look!"

Just as he was about to leave, his shoulders were held down. Liu Qiao said in a deep voice, "Don't go, she's here..."

After a few breaths, a handsome and beautiful woman really turned out from the corridor, with pear blossoms and rain, it was the concubine of the Grand Duke of Zhou, she covered her face with a towel and cried: "But Sanlang is back..."

The "Third Madam" and all the dealers saluted one after another, calling them San Niang, San Niang and so on.

Seeing her crying, Zhou Qing couldn't help but choke with grief, so he ran up to meet her and ask her father the reason for his sudden death.

Suddenly Liu Qiao came out ahead, looked at the third lady who was coming, and shouted: "Monster, you dare to put on airs in front of the poor, how can you hide it from your eyes!"

(End of this chapter)