After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

When people are alive, they bully and fight each other. When they are all dead, they still have to take revenge and fight.

Tang Simi looked over from a distance: "But tell me, your apprentice has been with you for 20 years anyway. Is it because you didn't teach well, or are these ghosts really capable?"

"If you want to hurt me, just say it, it's so oblique." Izumo muttered, after he confirmed that Ling Hua was safe and sound, he relaxed a lot.

Knowing that his apprentice was not only fine, but still in a hurry, Izumo was even a little messed up.

"I think your apprentice is a good guy." Tang Simi liked Ling Hua's way of doing things very much.

Izumo let out a "bah", "What kind of good thing is it that you like it!"

"Kneeling incense! After going back, Ling Hua, you brat, just wait for the incense of kneeling in front of the patriarch for a month!"

Izumo said resentment.

Tang Simi's childhood memories came back instantly.

When she was a child, if she did some earth-shattering things, the master would also escort her to kneel down.

She always felt that what Izumo said was aimed at her.

Tang Simi pursed her lips, looking unhappy.

In the Buddhist hall watched by ghosts, Ling Huaqian hugged the petite Su Taoran.

They came out slowly.

Disdainful of the sneak attack that would come from behind at any time.

"Boy, this courage is a bit like when I was young." Izumo said.

Izumo said again: "But when I was young, I cherished my life the most. I wanted to live."

"Fifty Avenue." Tang Simi reminded him.

God gave Ling Hua a way out.

Even if he was hunted by evil spirits, he was still calm and calm.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings." Tang Simi patted Izumo's shoulder: "And oh, his mother is here, so it's your turn."

Izumo doesn't understand.

It's just that he watched, Ling Hua's actions to protect his mother were firm, and he walked forward step by step.

Just behind him, the Buddha statue boomed.

The peach trees are booming, and the peach blossoms are all over the sky.

Ling Hua's body was firm, and the roots of the peach tree were knotted.

The clods on the ground were loose, but Ling Hua turned a blind eye to everything, he couldn't hear what was happening behind him.

The roots emerge from the soil like surging earth snakes.

The tip of the tree's root pierced the chest of the man from the Liu family with a precise stroke. The man looked like a deflated balloon.

He shriveled to the roots of the tree.

Then came the second ghost, and the third ghost.

Ling Hua focused all his attention, he raised his ears, and was on guard at any time, in case there was a ghost attacking him.

A few days ago, the Metaphysics Association said that there was a change in the village here.

Linghua recommended himself.

Izumo knew that he was related to this place, so he made a natal soul lamp for him.

But as soon as he arrived in this village, Ling Hua noticed that there were a lot of fierce ghosts here, attacking each other.

Then Ling Hua found the weak and helpless Su Taoran among them.

Ling Hua wanted to protect his mother.

But those ghosts didn't intend to let their mother and child go.

Under the sneak attack of those ghosts, Ling Hua lost his life in order to protect his mother. Fortunately, Izumo gave him the natal soul lamp, so that he escaped.

His supernatural power also made those ghosts fearful.

But Su Taoran seems to have mistaken him for his father.

She said she was going to marry him.

She said she wanted someone to rely on.

Ling Hua has nothing to refuse.

He is not the child who was only three years old.

With one hand he pinched the Thunder Jue, frightening many ghosts.

Holding my mother in one hand, fulfilling her long-cherished wish of someone to rely on.

Su Taoran slightly raised her head, looking into Ling Hua's eyes, tender and satisfied.

But after Xiaoyi was gentle, those wildly dancing roots sucked up all the resentment and spiritual power of those ghosts.

Izumo stared blankly.

The glimmer of life God gave Yun was his mother.

Izumo exhaled.

"Fate, life."

Ling Hua and his mother were together, they were only one step away from walking out of the Buddhist hall.

Get out of the place where the whole village worked together to force Su Taoran to death.

But Su Taoran's footsteps stopped.

She raised her head slowly, smiling slightly.

She came out of Ling Hua's arms, looked up at the young man's mandible, thick black eyebrows, and infuriating eyes.

"I didn't go hungry, and I grew very strong."

Su Taoran patted him on the shoulder, the reluctance in his eyes almost overflowed.

She pushed Ling Hua with her shoulder and pushed Ling Hua out of the Buddhist temple.

Behind Ling Hua, the roots of the huge peach blossom tree writhed and squirmed, piercing the ghosts who were waiting for the opportunity one by one.

Blot quickly.

"You said that Ling Hua was fine, and you ran along with me, I'm so embarrassed." Izumo said.

Tang Simi pursed her lips: "Why is the little old man losing his eyesight as he gets older? You don't know what kind of temper I am."

Izumo immediately made a gesture of covering his wallet.

"I don't want your money." Tang Simi said.

Izumo couldn't believe it even more: "Don't you have a temper that can't afford no profit?"

Tang Simi said: "That's right, it's not too early to make money, but here I can make money."

Ling Hua turned his head and witnessed the peach tree behind the Buddhist temple slaughtering the ghosts.

Tang Simi was like a street runner, walking around the village slowly.

Everyone in the village died fairly.

There are signs of collapsed walls and houses everywhere in the village where no one has lived for many years.

But without delaying Tang Simi, she collected materials locally and found a suitable small water tank.

The Buddhist halls over there have all collapsed, and huge smoke and dust are flying.

Tang Simi looked at the huge peach tree that would not be shaken even if the walls fell and the house collapsed.

Even she, facing this peach tree, couldn't help but sigh.

"Is there a problem?" Izumo asked.

Tang Simi said, "It's hard..."

"What is difficult?"

Tang Simi said, "Is it hard to pull out?"

Izumo looked at this huge peach tree, how to pull it up?

"This tree is not a precious tree species, nor is it an ecological symbol?" Tang Simi rubbed her fists.

"It's a precious tree species, a local tourist landmark, would you be afraid?" Izumo had already seen clearly the essence of Tang Simi.

"Things that break the law, things that use violence to control violence, you have never used it and have done it less."

"That's right, I don't have any psychological burden now." Tang Si looked around with mischievous eyebrows.

Tang Simi said again: "Look, there are only you and Ling Hua in the wilderness here. If the story of me stealing a tree gets out..."

Tang Simi narrowed her eyes: "Wait for my little paper figurines, and bring a knife to take your lives."

Her delicate and lively features, deliberately pretending to be fierce, look funny and cute.

Izumo was like an old father who was laughed at by his daughter: "Okay, okay, steal yours, I'll help you look out."