The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

When Master Rong heard what Huang Dashan said, he stopped arguing with him, got up from the ground, and stood aside.

Huang Dashan faced Bayar and said with a smile: "Little wizard, surrender or fight me. Let me tell you, you will lose half if you surrender!"

Bayar was stunned: "What does losing half mean?"

"Losing half, I just want to spare your life. Kowtow to me and admit your mistake. It's best to get two pullets. Well, I heard that there is a beautiful pheasant on your grassland..."

Bayar was furious: "You are dreaming!"

After saying that, his hands trembled and he muttered a series of spells in his mouth.

The dark wind suddenly rose, and a dark purple blood-like shadow spread from Bayar's feet.

Bayar pointed his hand, and a flag flew out from the altar behind him, making a sound in the wind.

The incantation on the flag glowed with blood-colored red light, and a loud voice sounded from the void, like thousands of ghosts wailing.

Blood flags were like waterfalls, rolling towards Huang Dashan.

Huang Dashan dusted off the dust in his hand, and a sheet of yellow smoke rose up, covering the bloody waterfall.

Bayar's painted face showed a look of shock.

He let out a ferocious cry, suddenly had a horn in his hand, put it to his mouth and started blowing it.

woo-

When the trumpet sounded, all the flags on the altar flew up and spread out in mid-air. Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in, covering the sky.

It was getting dark, and I could see the bloody spell shining in the clouds, turning into red lightning, filling the air.

On the western side of the courtyard wall, many dark shadows suddenly appeared, some climbing up the wall, and some floating in the air.

Master Rong couldn't help but gasped when he saw this scene.

As expected, this wizard was so lawless that he even used spiritualism to summon all the lonely ghosts nearby.

What is even more unexpected is that although this is a suburb of Beijing, it is not too remote. Where do so many wild ghosts come from?

Ghosts are swimming around, and a sinister wind blows.

But Bayar had already put down his horn, jumped onto the altar, and pulled off the yellow cloth.

Behind the yellow cloth was a big drum. Bayar picked up the drumstick and struck it hard on the drum.

At the same time as the drum banged, there was a crack of thunder in the sky, and a bloody lightning split the clouds, struck down, and struck Huang Dashan for the first time.

This scene is earth-shattering and frightening to watch.

Lightning strikes the ground and goes out in an instant.

Everything that was hit was wiped out, leaving only a scorched smell on the ground.

Bayar laughed loudly: "Hahaha, the true God shows his power, come here, my ebony concubine, use your divine thunder and lightning to cleanse the world, and let these mortals who despise God die!"

“You’re just a kid who plays house, do you deserve to be called Lei?”

A voice sounded.

Bayar was horrified to see the guy wearing strange clothes and with a face like a wax statue standing there calmly.

"How...how is that possible?"

"How is it impossible? That god's thunder of yours is worse than shit!"

"what--"

Bayar was furious, blowing the horn with one hand, and banging the drumstick hard again with the other hand.

The horn sounded, and the surrounding ghosts rushed toward Huang Dashan.

The drums were thundering, several bolts of lightning pierced the clouds in the sky, and bloody lightning fell.

Huang Dashan suddenly turned around, raised his butt, and farted loudly in the sky.

puff.

The wind stops, the dark clouds disperse, the thunder disappears, and the lightning disappears.

The shock waves spread out, and all the ghosts in the courtyard instantly disappeared without a trace.

Only the bright sunshine in the sky was left, shining into the yard.

A fart, and suddenly the clouds and mist dispersed, and a beautiful sunny day appeared!

Bayar was stunned there, with a look of disbelief on his face, like a stone statue, holding a drumstick in one hand and a horn in the other. The three feathers on his head had been farted off and flew away to no one knows where.

"Impossible! Impossible!..." he murmured.

"I told you, what kind of god you are is no match for my shit!" Huang Dashan walked towards Bayar with three shaking steps. "Do you regret it? If you surrender now, you can't lose half of it."

Bayar's eyes were splitting, and he shouted: "Who are you?"

"I told you, I am a god." Huang Dashan waved his fly whisk, looking like a fairy.

At this time, I heard Master Rong behind me shouting: "Old Huang, come here and see, what's wrong with them?"

Huang Dashan turned around and found dozens of Rongmen disciples lying on the ground.

Master Rong was supporting one of them, who looked very serious, with his eyes closed and foaming at the mouth.

Huang Dashan walked over, leaned over, took a look, touched his head and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't control my fart well just now and it got smoked. Sorry, sorry!"

After saying that, he smiled, picked up the duster and waved it, a gust of breeze blew by, and all the Rongmen disciples on the ground woke up leisurely.

Only then did Master Rong react. He raised his sleeve, smelled it, and cursed, "Fuck, this smell won't go away for a week!"

He looked up and saw Huang Dashan smiling maliciously, and then he realized, "Oh, you little weasel, you are still deliberately taking revenge on me!"

Huang Dashan made a face: "It's obviously me who saved you, okay? If you don't appreciate it, forget it, and you still rely on me to retaliate against you. Chef Rong, you are so petty!"

Master Rong thought for a while and couldn't refute. But this smell of shit...

At this moment, a Rongmen disciple suddenly pointed at the altar and shouted: "Look!"

Master Rong and Huang Dashan turned to look at the same time.

I saw Bayar kneeling in the center of the altar, with his hands raised, his body ignited with blazing flames, and he was chanting inaudible incantations.

The Patriarch Tablet behind him glowed.

"Fuck, careless!"

Huang Dashan shouted, flicked the dust in his hand, and turned into a huge yellow tail, sweeping towards the altar.

At this time, the entire altar was already burning.

The yellow tail swept across, and the swollen hairs suffocated the altar, making it airtight.

But even so, the flames did not go out.

Huang Dashan could only raise his tail, a strong wind blew up, and flames shot into the sky.

Bayar was rolled out of the burning altar and thrown into the open space in the courtyard.

The giant tail slapped him twice, putting out the fire.

Huang Dashan finished the work and found that a bunch of hair on it was burnt. He cried out distressedly: "Oh, oh, it's over, it's over, it's over now, it's not beautiful anymore, and it won't be liked by little girls anymore!"

He ran over angrily, pointed at the half-cooked Bayar and cursed: "You are sick! Why don't you play with yourself? Your mother squeezed the bus to give birth to you. Her crotch was covered when she gave birth to you. The bus door is pinched, it’s squeezing your brain..."

Huang Dashan kept cursing without repeating a word.

Master Rong could not help but sympathize with Bayar, and secretly decided not to compete with this skunk in the future.

When you stick your butt out, you fart, when you open your mouth, you curse, who the hell can stand this?

Huang Dashan cursed for a long time, and finally said a concluding sentence full of old Beijing alley flavor: "Fuck!"

Then he turned around and raised his butt towards Bayar.

"Wait a moment!"

The half-dead Bayar looked at Huang Dashan in horror, as if he saw a devil.

"I...I...surrender and lose half of it?"