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　　 With Qin Sang's heart moved, the King Yan who was hiding outside flew in, looking at Qin Sang with fear, and then immersed in the Yan Luo banner.

　　 Yamabha's flag changed for a while, and Yama's pattern appeared again.

　　 Qin Sang ordered it to come out, the flag surface was distorted, and the King of Yama floated out from the Yama flag and stood solemnly in front of Qin Sang, looking very well-behaved.

　　 Qin Sang knew that the King of Hades feared the Jade Buddha, not himself, but he didn't care either. Recalling the text he had just read, he ordered: "Take me a soul pill."

Hell’s eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and the fierce color on his face flashed away. He reluctantly opened his mouth and exhaled a cloud of black energy. The black energy quickly condensed into a longan-sized soul pill. Qin Sang caught it with his hand. Cold palms.

　　Looking at the king of Yama again, she spit out her soul Danhou's figure erratic for a while, and seemed to become weak.

　　 He pressed his heart eagerly and ordered the king to go back, tidy up the messy bed, sit down cross-legged, holding the soul pill and urging the exercises.

　　 As stated in the text, Qin Sang immediately felt the difference when the exercises started to work. After a week, the lifting effect is much better than before, and it is stronger than medicated bath.

　　 After the joy, Qin Sang was a little worried again. The text clearly stated that if he wants to get more soul pills in the future, he must let the king swallow human souls or Yin Sha Qi.

　　 How does Qin Sang know what the evil spirit is? Is it true that he really wants to become a murderer?

　　 A faint light came from outside the window, Qin Sang sighed secretly, and lay down in his clothes, not thinking about these annoying things, looking inside, like getting a novel toy, turning around his whole body non-stop.

　　 Finally returned to the soul's place, the yellow light outside the soul is still there, and the Buddha's shadow is gone.

　　……

　　 Too much happened this night, his mood fluctuated greatly, and it felt longer than a year.

　　 Soon it dawned, Qin Sang pretended to be fine, got up to burn fire, practiced martial arts, and did morning class as usual, and waited until noon to pretend that he had just discovered that Old Wu was dead, and called the old Taoist with a panic face.

　　Ji Xin Daoist Sure enough, he did not find any doubts, he could only judge that the old Wu was pulling fiber every day, he was too tired, his body was exhausted, and he died of convulsions in his dream.

There was a self-defense dagger in Lao Wu’s relics, and a few taels of silver. When the old Taoist asked Qin Sang to report to the government, Qin Sang added money to buy a thick coffin and asked the residents in the Taoist temple to help memorize Lao Wu’s body and relics. I found a cemetery in the back mountain and was buried on the same day.

Lao Wu had no relatives alive, and everything at the funeral was simple. Only the old Taoist priest read a few scriptures to him. Qin Sang squatted at the grave and burned a pot of paper money, and said softly, "Old Wu, go down and live a good life. I will help you find a kid who will be in your name and pass the incense to the Wu family. Just look down."

　　 Relatives or Yu Bei, others have also sang.

　　 This world is too ordinary for dead people, and the atmosphere in the Taoist temple was the same that night.

But for Qin Sang, he encountered another annoying thing at night. He found that after the "Netherworld Jing" was upgraded to the second level, the improvement of the medicated bath on the cultivation became minimal, making him want to use the soul pill and the medicated bath to cooperate. The idea of ​​cultivating was completely drained.

　　 He was unwilling, pestering Taoist Ji to ask for new prescriptions, making the old Tao annoying.

　　 Seven more days passed between the flick of the finger. After these days of consumption, the soul pill was consumed by a fraction, and one soul pill could only be used for about 20 days.

　　 That afternoon, there was nothing wrong with the Taoist temple, and Qin Sang and Mingyue came out again to fight their teeth.

　　 The bamboo forest was quiet, and the two squatted beside the earthen stove to burn the fire. There were four cleaned rabbits and a few fat birds beside them.

　　 Now Qin Sang doesn't use traps when looking for food, and there is nothing wrong with only sticks and stones. As long as he can move, no one can run out of his palm, which makes Mingyue very envious.

　　 There are wine and meat. The two of them leaned on the stone and listened to the sound of the clacking wind. It was very pleasant. Qin Sang suddenly felt that if he had never seen a god, it would be nice to live here for a lifetime.

　　 Mingyue used his teeth to tear off a rabbit leg, poured a mouthful of wine and then took a bite of meat. He followed Qin Sang to practice martial arts. Not only did he grow older, he was also good at appetite and drinking.

　　 Mingyue sat up suddenly, her ears moved, and said in doubt: "Brother, why is there a pigeon crying?"

　　 "I've heard it several times," Qin Sang said indifferently, "Maybe it was raised in a temple in Qianshan, and the pigeons are made up. When you are interested, brother, I will catch a few and let you taste the pigeon soup."

　　 Mingyue shrank her neck and giggled, "Don't let the master find out, lest Master scold you."

　　 Qin Sang disdainfully said: "You still don't believe in my skill?"

　　I was full of wine and food, and the night was approaching. The brothers returned to the Taoist temple together and returned to their rooms after evening classes.

As usual, Qin Sang cleaned up the bed and held the soul pill. Before practicing, he touched the ebony sword on his chest. Compared with the Yan Luo banner, he was most interested in the ebony sword, but the qi in his body entered the ebony sword like a stone sinking into the sea. , There was no response, and the curse of Yama Luo banner was also useless to it.

　　 The moonlit night is quiet, only the long and short insects under the window sill.

　　 Qin Sang was focusing on cultivation, his complexion suddenly changed, opened his eyes, and shouted: "Who!"

　　 He rolled his eyes and stared at the corner of the wall.

　　 Immediately, I saw a surging of darkness in the corner of the wall, and then a dark shadow came out from there, a man in night clothes!

　　 "Who are you!"

　　 Qin Sang horrified ~www.readwn.com~ was sneaked into the room silently.

　　 He has a very keen sense of hearing. Only when the person sneaked in, he heard an unusual sound of wind and was awakened. Otherwise, he might be bullied and couldn't find it.

　　Who is this person, what do you want to do when you sneak into your room, have your secrets leaked?

　　 Qin Sang's thoughts turned a hundred times, and his palm quietly touched the Yan Luo banner on the bed.

　　 Shi Shiran, the man in black, stood in the room, without the slightest panic of being discovered, his eyes were still very sharp in the dim room, and Qin Sang felt like two knives were scraping on him, and his body was cold.

　　 The black-clothed man looked at Qin Sang with a little surprise, "Tsk tsk...I didn’t expect that there is a master who can see through my body in the Po Taoist Temple. So, Lao Wu died in your hands?"

　　 Old Wu's death is Qin Sang's biggest heart knot. He thought that the clothes made by his back hand were seamless, but was suddenly broken by a stranger. Qin Sang's heart was shocked and his face changed slightly.

　　 "Really you?"

The man in black squinted his eyes, and a terrifying murderous intent raged in his eyes. "Old Wu reported that there are only two little Taoist priests who know how to fight and kick. I didn't expect that he would have missed his eyes! Boy, who are you,? How dare you kill my people from Jiangshan Tower!"

　　 He is scamming me!

　　 Qin Sang secretly hates that he is still too young, so he reveals the bottom, and at the same time it is a bit strange. Listening to this person, Lao Wu is not an ordinary person. Is his identity as a tracker fake?

　　 Old Wu lurked in Taoist temple for half a year. What is his purpose?

　　 "I don't know what you are talking about!"

　　 Qin Sang pressed his throat and denied it, "Old Wu died of exhaustion because he was pulling at the ferry every day. It has nothing to do with me! He has no injuries at all. If you don't believe me, go and open the coffin for an autopsy!"