I'm not the underworld

Chapter 5 See Emperor!

"Bang!" The class bell had already rang, and Chen Yifan ran in a hurry, without looking at the road, and bumped into a person and fell ass.

He looked up, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

What I bumped into turned out to be a yellow-robed Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist bun!

The Taoist priest is a little thin, about five or sixty years old, followed by a young man in casual clothes, who seems to be seventeen or eighteen years old.

And the person walking side by side with the Taoist priest was actually the grade director of the school!
The potbellied grade director was very respectful to the old Taoist priest and kept smiling along with him. Seeing Chen Yifan rushing and bumping into the old Taoist priest, his face darkened instantly.

"Which class are you in? Don't you know you can't run around in the corridor? Call your parents!"

"Director Zhou, I didn't do it on purpose. I'm sorry! Don't ask me to invite my parents!" Chen Yifan was startled, hurriedly got up from the ground, and apologized to the old Taoist priest.

His family is in a remote small valley, and it takes half a day to go to Guangshan Road in the city. It's not worth it for Dad to make a trip for such a trivial matter.

Fortunately, the old Taoist didn't seem to mind, raised his hand to stop the grade director, but stretched out his hand with a sullen face.

The young man behind the old Taoist was a little surprised, and took out a mahogany sword from the yellow cloth bag he was carrying and put it in the old Taoist's hand.

"Monster! Don't hurt people!" The old Taoist scolded coldly, and handed the mahogany sword in his hand to He Lan who was beside Chen Yifan.

Upon hearing this, the director of seniority at the side turned pale instantly, and said with trembling lips, "Daoist Qingfeng, is there... a ghost here?"

"Don't panic, I'm here! Stand aside!" Daoist Qingfeng said calmly.

And the boy behind him took out a small bottle, poured two drops of liquid from it, and wiped it on his eyelids.

"A fierce ghost in red! Master, can you deal with it?" The young man was startled when he saw He Lan, turned his head to look at Daoist Qingfeng and asked.

At this time, Daoist Qingfeng had already started a fight with He Lan.

Holland did not show its original shape, but kept dodging Taoist Qingfeng's attacks.

"Old man! You are not my opponent, mind your own business!"

Surprise flashed in Chen Yifan's eyes that he turned out to be a capable Taoist priest. In his impression, a Taoist priest was someone who told fortunes and swindled money on the street.

"Don't! Daoist, she doesn't harm anyone!" Now that Holland is his own ghost, Chen Yifan naturally couldn't stand by and watch. After a brief amazement, he quickly stopped Qingfeng Daoist and said.

"You!" Daoist Qingfeng looked frightened and furious, and glanced at Chen Yifan, "Do you know the ghost beside you?"

"Uh... I know! She won't harm anyone, Daoist, just let her go!" Chen Yifan continued to persuade.

"The resentment is soaring, since it doesn't harm anyone, why bother with the mortal world?" Qingfeng didn't listen to the persuasion, and instead gave Chen Yifan an angry look.

"Be a good student, don't think about the righteous way, and learn the crooked way of raising ghosts, how can I keep this scourge?"

After finishing speaking, Daoist Qingfeng muttered something, and wiped the mahogany sword, and a layer of pale golden light shone on the wooden sword.

After that, he chased after Holland with a sword and chopped it off.

One by one and one ghost immediately fought, Daoist Qingfeng looked like a martial arts master, moving around, dancing with long swords intensively, pressing every step of the way.

Holland was cornered and showed his original shape. Immediately, ghosts and wolves were howling in the corridor, and the wind was blowing.

It is still morning, the weather is cloudy, and the sky outside is gloomy.

The street lights in the corridor were originally off, but under the influence of the Netherlands, they flickered on and off.

"Bang! Bang!" The doors of several classrooms in the corridor with open doors suddenly slammed heavily.

"My god! It's really scary!" Chen Yifan stood against the wall of the corridor outside, a little afraid to look at the ghost He Lan flying in mid-air in the corridor with disheveled hair and fighting with Daoist Qingfeng with a pair of sharp claws .

"You are so timid, how dare you raise ghosts? Is there some kind of conspiracy? Who is behind your back?" At this time, the little Taoist boy following the old Taoist Qingfeng noticed Chen Yifan, came over, and questioned him.

"Who said you can't raise ghosts if you're timid? You really didn't know what to do, and you all said that He Lan wouldn't harm anyone!" Chen Yifan said with some dissatisfaction.

But at this time, Daoist Qingfeng fell into a disadvantage in the fight, showing some signs of being about to be defeated.

He gritted his teeth cruelly, bit his fingers, and drew symbols out of thin air.

"Decree from Emperor Beiyin of Fengdu, please help the Yin God!"

Hearing Qingfeng's incantation, the corner of Chen Yifan's mouth twitched, feeling a little weird.

But at this time, the Daoist method of Qingfeng Laodao took effect, and a thick black yin energy that only Qingfeng Laodao, Chen Yifan and others who had opened their eyes could see diffused from the floor, and an illusory black figure floated from the black mist out.

This is an ordinary ghost messenger with a soul hook.

"Little devil, are you still not punished?"

After the ghost messenger appeared, he sternly reprimanded He Lan, flicked the hook in his hand, and the chain seemed to be alive, and it wound itself towards Holland.

Holland, who had just shown off his "ghost power" just now, trembled when he saw the seductive rope and ghost messenger, and immediately recognized his cowardice.

However, before the old Taoist Qingfeng could be happy, He Lan returned to his former appearance, crying and asking Chen Yifan for help.

"Dijun, save me!"

The title of Holland made Qingfeng old Taoist stunned, what the hell?Aren't ordinary ghost raisers called masters by ghost servants?

Thinking about it again, seeing that the student is young, he is still in the second year of middle school, so he must have asked the female ghost in red to call him that?
It's the new century, and many Taoisms have made new changes, not to mention any weird ideas in this name.

The old Taoist Qingfeng had a well-thought-out plan, and he snorted coldly in his heart: Humph!The old way, I spent my energy and blood, and invited the Yin God to help out, little ghost, doomed!
He doesn't believe it, the other party is young, what else can be done to resolve it?

"See Dijun! The little god didn't know that Dijun was here, so he offended! Please punish Dijun!"

However, at this moment, the ghost guard followed the sound and found Chen Yifan who was standing beside him. He almost trembled from fright, and fell to the ground without holding the hook firmly in his hand, and knelt down in an instant.

Ghosts don't sweat, but the ghost messenger feels like he's sweating profusely now. He even ran up to Dijun and arrogantly took the ghosts under Dijun's hands. Didn't he go to the [-]th floor of hell?
There was a sudden silence in the corridor, only the voice of the age director chattering and asking: "Dao... Daoist, did the ghost take it?"

"You... who are you?" Daoist Qingfeng didn't have time to pay attention to him, and asked Chen Yifan in shock.

How can it be!Ghost messenger, to kneel down to a mortal!
This unscientific!

No matter how low the ghost's status is, he is still a god, a yin god!
Even today's Taoist Taishan Beidou-level figures have to be respectful and polite when they meet.

Could it be that this kid is the reincarnation of Da Luo Immortal?
(End of this chapter)