My uncle is Lin Zhengying

Under the Five Thunder Curse, no matter how fast you are, you are just floating clouds, and you will definitely be struck by lightning.

Either the strength is strong enough to withstand the bombardment of the Thunder Curse;

Or, like the old woman's evil ghost now, she will be wiped out under the thunder curse.

Want to escape?It is impossible!

Zhang Jing had already planned all this in his heart.

A ghost that can only hide behind the back of ordinary people and quietly inhale the air, as long as it is forced to leave Boss He's body, a Five Thunder Curse will definitely solve the problem.

Moreover, Zhang Jing, who had already upgraded his True Yang Kung Fu to the second level, had more than doubled the mana in his body.

So it's not like last time, after casting the Five Thunders Curse once, you will run out of mana and become sleepy and exhausted.

Zhang Jing estimated how powerful his mana was now, even if he cast the Five Thunder Curse four or five times, he would still have enough power!

It was just the system's notification sound, which made Zhang Jing frowned.

"Kill a ghost puppet and get 150 merit points... a ghost puppet?"

"Puppet? It seems that what this ghost said is true, there is indeed a backer behind it!"

"No! It shouldn't be called a backer!"

"I'm afraid this ghost is completely controlled, like a puppet, it can only be called a puppet if it obeys someone's orders!"

"That's why it has almost no fighting power. It can only escape extremely fast. And knowing that I am a Taoist priest, if I want to deal with it, it is not willing to leave Boss He's body easily."

"I just don't know who is controlling this ghost?"

Zhang Jing suddenly thought.

Uncle Jiu once said that not all Taoist priests in this world are chivalrous and righteous, subduing demons and eliminating demons.

Some Taoist priests have acquired magical powers, not only do not act for the heavens, but also do some unscrupulous things that are against the harmony of the heavens, such as raising ghosts...

"It seems that Boss He is haunted by evil spirits. It's not accidental, but someone intentionally tried to kill him!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Jing looked at Boss He with an unusual look in his eyes.

At this time, He Liang was completely in a daze, and the shock in his heart was indescribable.

He has always been insensitive to the theory of ghosts and gods, but he didn't expect that he was in such a catastrophe this time, not because he was sick, but because he was really haunted by evil spirits!

Just now when Zhang Jing was eradicating the evil spirits, when the money sword pierced his back, although no one else could see what happened, everyone could clearly see the money sword shining brightly and a black smoke rising.

At the same time, the shrill, ear-piercing, creepy screams resounded through the lobby of Lianxiang Tower, and everyone saw it!

If it is said, this may be a trick of the charlatan.

Then, under the blue sky and broad daylight, thunder suddenly fell outside the Lianxiang Tower, like a miracle, this is not the ability of the magic stick of the quack!

The power of thunder, in the eyes of ordinary people, belongs to the power of heaven.

If there is a magic stick who has the ability to summon thunder, then he is no longer a magic stick, but a real god!

Therefore, as long as everyone in the Lianxiang Building witnessed Zhang Jing killing ghosts, no one would doubt Zhang Jing's identity. This is definitely a real Maoshan Taoist priest with unpredictable abilities!

What's more, Boss He, who is the person involved, actually knows what's going on better than others.

After the evil spirit left his body, although it was impossible for him to return the absorbed energy, his body was still very weak.But at least he won't be carrying heavy loads on his body anymore, and his whole body immediately feels much lighter, as if he's relieved!

On this point, he invited countless famous doctors to diagnose and treat him, but they didn't see any results!

"Dao... Daoist, has the evil spirit been executed?" He Liang's face was pale, and he didn't know whether it was because of being sucked out of his breath or because of fear.

Zhang Jing nodded, and said, "The evil spirit is dead. Has Boss He's condition improved?"

He Liang breathed a sigh of relief, and said loudly: "It's much better, it's much better! Before, it was like a boulder was pressing on my heart, but now this boulder has finally been removed! I don't know what the Taoist priest calls it? Where did it come from?"

At this time, the shopkeeper of Lianxiang Building next to him quietly stepped forward and introduced the identities of Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai in a low voice.

He Liang suddenly realized.

Although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, he had heard about the famous Uncle Jiu.

In the entire Renjia Town, there was probably no one who didn't know Uncle Nine.

"Is the Taoist priest Jiushu's apprentice?" He Liang immediately greeted him with a smile, and at the same time thought to himself, it seems that he will have to deal with Jiushu more in the future.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jing shook his head and said, "My name is Zhang Jing, and I am not an apprentice of Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu is my uncle."

"It turned out to be Daoist Zhang, sorry for your disrespect!" He Liang hurriedly cupped his hands.

In the Lianxiang Building, many people also surrounded him, praised Zhang Jing suddenly, and kept making friends.

Qiu Sheng next to him was also dumbfounded at Zhang Jing's swift and smooth killing of ghosts just now.

Originally, he thought Zhang Jing had to help him and Wen Cai to kill ghosts, but he didn't expect Zhang Jing to finish it easily by himself.

In the end, even Lei Ting was recruited!

This is a skill that none of their masters have!

Only in the hands of that master uncle have I seen such a miraculous method.

No wonder, there is a reason why Master likes Junior Brother Zhang so much.

Compared with this, he and Wen Cai really feel inferior...

But after thinking about it, seeing everyone praising Zhang Jing so much and ignoring him and Wencai, I couldn't help but feel a little bit tasted in my heart.

"Ahem..." Qiusheng coughed dryly, and said, "Boss He, have you forgotten something?"

He Liang was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized, and ordered to the shopkeeper of Lianxianglou: "Bring 100 taels of silver here immediately."

The shopkeeper nodded, and quickly brought over a plate covered with a red cloth.

The red cloth was lifted, and there were ten nails and ten taels of ingots inside.

He Liang smiled and made a gesture of acceptance.

Even if he is jokingly called an iron cock, he is still very clear in his work, knowing what money should be spent and what money should not be spent.

Only 100 taels of silver was almost equivalent to saving his life, so it was worth it.

When Qiusheng and Wencai saw the white silver tael, their eyes lit up immediately, and they were about to take it immediately.