Celestial Masters Alliance

Ma Tiantong, who has a stuffy nose and a serious and nervous face, looks very funny. Normally I would make fun of him, but in this place, it is better to obey his orders. I nodded, turned my back to him, and looked at the magnificent foyer again.

There is no electricity in the villa. All the lighting in this room is candles and oil lamps. The brown candles are inserted into the retro chandelier. The candle tears that should be produced by burning candles are not seen here. The shape of the oil lamp next to the wall is completely inconsistent with the entire building. Yes, the black smoke that should have been emitted by the burning was nowhere to be seen. The strong wind outside the gate seems to have no effect on the fire here. If I can have a sense of smell at this moment, I may be able to distinguish the strangeness of these lighting materials.

Ma Tiantong fumbled for a long time before he started. He moved the tip of the straw along the side of the coffin in a circle before prying up a corner of the coffin. He tried to lift the coffin lid with his hands, but found that he was unable to do so. He called me: "There is no poisonous gas. Come and help!”

I thought to myself: You have a stuffed nose, how do you know if it is poisonous or not? But for me now, it doesn’t matter whether it is poisonous or not. I walked over, stretched out a hand, and lifted the coffin lid. The whole coffin lid flew out and hit the sofa with a "snap", and the sofa turned over together. Fall to the ground.

Ma Tiantong stared at me, twitching his eyes, and looked inside the coffin. I looked sideways over Ma Tiantong's shoulder and looked into the coffin. There were no monsters, bugs, or zombies as I imagined inside, just an ordinary dry corpse of an old man.

The old man has a serene face and is as thin as firewood. He is wearing a yellow traditional Taoist robe. He puts his hands on his chest, pressing a whisk with a white jade handle.

"Master Mao Tian?" I poked Ma Tiantong and asked.

Ma Tiantong shook his head and said: "How is that possible! This person looks to be in his eighties or nineties, and Mao Tianshi should be no more than sixty. Besides..."

I'm too lazy to listen to him. Besides...it's like a train. It takes me a long time to find the beginning and end. He walked directly to the small coffin and flipped the coffin lid. Perhaps after destroying the big coffin lid just now, his body naturally adjusted its strength, and the coffin lid flew out and landed smoothly.

There was a small white skeleton without a head inside the coffin. As soon as the coffin was opened, the phoenix feather on my wrist immediately burst into flames, "Is it Miao Dan's body?"

The phoenix feather broke away from my wrist and circled around the coffin several times before giving a definite answer.

trap! This word immediately flashed in my mind, and before we could make any further reaction, a deep and magnetic male voice sounded from behind: "Take what you want and leave!"

The phoenix feather "swiped" and re-occupied my wrist, and the flame was extinguished instantly. This artifact can instantly kill Duan Lingchao's hundreds of elite troops, but I am afraid of the person behind me. Is he Ren Litian or Mao Tianshi?

I slowly turned around and saw a man wearing a smoky green Taoist robe standing by the door. I glanced at Ma Tiantong. His expression was also startled. He must have noticed the person just like me. Ma Tiantong frowned, his eyes full of disgust and contempt, and said in a deep voice: "Master Mao Tiantong!"

Is this person Mao Tianshi? He was only in his early thirties, about 1.75 meters tall, and his monk's robe was torn by the strong wind outside. It was vaguely visible that he had a well-trained and strong physique. Even Ma Tiantong, who was over 1.9 meters next to me, was not as tall as him. Without looking at that face, one would really think that this is a Taoist priest from a fairy tale.

He should look like the domineering president that girls dream of nowadays. What do you mean by those words? Evil, charming and cruel, as cold as ice. But looking at him from my perspective, his eyebrows are very high, and his eyes are hidden under his thick eyebrows, which gives him an eerie feeling. His nose is high and straight, his lips are thin and pressed into a straight line, and his whole face is narrow and narrow. Slender as a sculpture, with smooth wheat-colored skin and a hairstyle exclusive to a domineering president, he is indeed incomparable to us little guys. With a face like this, and in a Gothic building, a black suit would be more suitable for the occasion.

Seeing that we didn't respond, Master Mao Tian frowned and repeated what he said just now: "Take what you want and leave! There is no need for a war between us!"

I leaned towards Ma Tiantong and whispered: "Didn't you say that Master Mao Tiantong is almost sixty?"

Ma Tiantong glared at me and blamed me for not grasping the key point. Then he answered my doubts in a low voice: "The technique of picking yin and replenishing yang."

I have seen this word in some movies, but no one takes it seriously when it comes to artistic processing. I think of Mao Yingnan saying that his master adopted many girls, and what she said when she ran to my bed, even if I Now that he was unconscious, he still felt sick seeing the sanctimonious guy in front of him.

"How do you prove that he is the person I am looking for?" Ma Tiantong asked as he walked back to the big coffin and looked at the person lying in the coffin.

Master Mao Tiantong slowly took two steps back towards the door. The hand that was behind his back suddenly dropped down, making Ma Tiantong and I nervous for a while. Master Mao Tiantong smiled and said, "I can only tell you that he is Zhu Ziqing." , you want to take away this one chance."

"Hey! Why don't you give it a try?" I said, taking off my backpack and stuffing Miao Dan's small bones into the bag. Anyway, you can't reach a conclusion by talking nonsense, just roll up your sleeves and do it.

Ma Tiantong reached into the coffin, groped and checked the body in case there was any fraud in the body. Finally, he decided to listen to my advice and put the dry old man on his back.

This time, I walked in front of Ma Tiantong to clear the way for him. When I passed Master Mao Tiantong, he stared at me without blinking. There were all contents that I couldn't understand. When Ma Tiantong and I got off the After climbing the steps, the door slammed shut, blocking the bright lights inside.

I turned around and wanted to look at Ma Tiantong, but he lowered his head and carried the old man on his back, running forward briskly, as if running for his life. Seeing that coward, I got angry and yelled at him: "Go back and change your pants so quickly!"

Ma Tiantong ignored me, so I had to run behind him while worrying about going down the mountain: "When we go down the mountain, you take the old man to hide behind the dirt slope at the intersection first, and I will go back and drive." At the fork in the road, Ma Tiantong stopped. He stopped and turned back to me and said, "Is this really the end? How weird!"

I was so angry and funny that I didn't know how to answer him: "You just realized it's weird now! The reflection arc has circled the earth several times."

Ma Tiantong laid the old man's body flat on the fountain platform and stared at it blankly. You must know that none of us have seen this Zhu Ziqing, not even the real Zhu Mo. I walked over and asked, "Hey, Do you think when did this old man die? Is he hardened? Will he be able to pick up the body? Can Master Mao Tian command him to throw the two of us halfway down the mountain?"

Ma Tiantong ignored me and continued to rummage around on the body. I had no choice but to squat down and ask: "You said that Ren Litian possessed Zhu Ziqing and escaped from Longxi Island. After so many years, they have been looking for him." The Five Mysterious Bells, the Jade Lock, and the Purifying Mantra are all in our hands. Now that Zhu Ziqing is dead, where has Ren Litian gone?"