My life of martial arts training

The moonlight was bright and the night wind was gentle.

The leaves rustled and trembled, reflecting a few rays of moonlight from time to time, appearing shadowy and eerie.

In the dim room.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened, and two golden flames appeared in the eyes.

The eyes seemed a little empty, and as time passed, they gradually recovered their expression, becoming as cold as ice, as deep as the sea.

"Strange Walker?!"

Sensing the strange and cold breath, Shen Yuan jumped up from the bed. When he moved, he felt a burst of pain in his wound, but it only made him frown slightly.

He checked his injuries. Although a month had passed, without conscious control, and with the remaining rainbow light of Xuanyuan Chicken, the wounds had not healed yet.

A month ago, he ran for nearly two hundred miles, and his consciousness and body reached the limit. Finally, he couldn't hold on and fainted in a leaf.

"Someone help me deal with my injuries?"

Looking at the black ointment on the wound, he thought to himself.

"In addition to the White Walkers, there is another burning breath. Could it be a Taoist magic?" Shen Yuan's expression moved and he got out of bed.

The golden flames ignited instantly, turning all the clothes on his body into ashes, and at the same time, the last ray of rainbow light quickly dissipated.

Under his control, the injuries on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just three breaths.

All the wounds disappeared, but some internal injuries could only be slowly recuperated later.

Shen Yuan took out a set of black robes and put them on, and walked out of the yard.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on his body, and he suddenly smiled: "I was unconscious and someone helped me. When I woke up, I met the White Walkers again. It's my fate that Shen Yuan should not die!"

He took a step, and his figure appeared dozens of feet away as if teleporting.

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A wisp of ghost charm was attracted and sank into the oil pan.

"Master, why don't the White Walkers come out?" Li Jiahe stared at the temple and asked anxiously.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't the master tell us that we must be patient? This alien ghost is obviously not out of trouble yet. Moreover, the longer the ghost oil burns, the higher the oil temperature, and the more cooked it will be." The fat old man said slowly, holding a spatula.

Buzz...

The ghost rhyme suddenly rolled up, becoming as thick as the sea, and a large amount of ghost rhyme rushed over.

The three disciples' breathing stagnated slightly, and the life-saving fire suddenly rose up, like a wall of fire, blocking the incoming ghost rhyme.

The two were like cold water poured into hot oil, churning violently.

A pair of three-inch golden lotus wearing white embroidered shoes stood on tiptoe and slowly stepped out of the temple.

As pale as paper, the skirt embroidered with steamed buns swayed in the wind.

A pair of slender blue-black hands hung from the cuffs, tightly grasping two large white steamed buns.

Its belly was bulging high, like a pregnant woman in her tenth month of pregnancy.

Looking up, the three saw a purple-black face with big cheeks, like a croaking toad, and a thick neck, comparable to the thigh of an elephant.

When the three were looking at the aliens at the door.

The other party's lips were buzzing, and he was also looking at the three people, and made a hungry...hungry sound.

Li Jiaxing was so scared that his hair stood on end, and he was terrified, and the life-saving fire in front of him also dimmed a little.

"Master said, remember not to panic, otherwise your spirit will be affected, causing the fire to dim." The fat old man shouted angrily.

The aliens just glanced at the three people, and were attracted by the "tempting" aroma, and walked slowly towards the oil pan.

The fat old man looked at the aliens, his face was as calm as water: "After the aliens enter the pot, they must be pressed tightly to prevent the other party from appearing."

"Just like now!"

While the fat old man was speaking, the aliens had come to the oil pan, bent down, and pounced into the oil pan!

Hualalalal.....

The oil pan was churning endlessly, with large bubbles rising one after another. Under the boiling bubbles, a shrill scream sounded.

With this scream, a head covered with flour paste and rice paste emerged from the oil, and suddenly stretched out a pair of hands wrapped in rice paste and grabbed the fat old man.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fat old man picked up the spatula and slapped it hard at the ghost hand. The spatula left an afterimage in the air and made an explosion sound in the air, which showed how much strength the fat old man exerted.

"Second, be careful not to get stained by ghost oil." The fat old man talked calmly and unhurriedly, picked up the pot lid with his left hand and protected it in front of him.

The aliens were fried over and over again, and finally stopped popping up.

"Third, cover the pot lid, and take the charcoal ash of the white evil charcoal and sprinkle it on the edge of the pot lid to prevent the ghost rhyme from flowing out and affecting the communication formation."

The fat old man said and did, teaching by example.

As the charcoal ash fell, the ghost rhyme was completely sealed.

The fat old man touched his forehead with one hand and silently chanted a spell in his heart: "Disasters will be destroyed, and blessings will increase..."

As the last character was read out, an inexplicable breath fell from the sky and sank into the oil pan.

Bang! !

The oil pan vibrated violently, and the oil temperature inside instantly soared ten times and a hundred times. A scorching air wave swept out. It was thought that the lid of the pot would be directly lifted off, but under the protection of the mysterious power, it still suppressed the oil pan.

This movement lasted for thirty breaths before gradually returning to calm.

"Fourth, before opening the lid of the pot, be sure to prepare for defense and never let down your guard." The fat old man said solemnly, and a blazing flame ignited.

After getting ready, he picked up the lid of the pot.

The ghost oil inside disappeared, and the white ghosts disappeared, leaving only a big white steamed bun emitting a cold air.

"This is the process of frying white ghosts. Remember it?" The fat old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"Remember." The three people were shocked and said in unison.

"Shit, my master said he would remember it back then, but when he actually blew up the White Walkers, he was so scared that he almost peed." The fat old man laughed and cursed.

The originally heavy atmosphere became lighter with this sentence.

"Hehe." Li Jiahe scratched the back of his head.

"Take your time. I have a long life as a teacher and I won't let you play immediately." The fat old man shook his head.

"Now, it's time to reopen the temple."

"The process of opening a temple is simple and clear. If you can't learn this, don't be my apprentice."

"There is no need to cheer or sacrifice to open a temple. You only need to confirm the location of the four trigrams and communicate with the formation. The temple will be opened successfully."

"There are existing temples now, just put them in again."

The fat old man grabbed the big white steamed bun with his big flaming hands.

With the ban on the White Walkers, the temple, which was originally filled with scarlet ghost charm, regained its calm, revealing the plaque on the door beam: Mantou Niangniang Temple.

"etc."

A voice sounded from behind.

The fat old man and the others turned around quickly and saw a tall man in black with a jade-like face walking out of the darkness.

"Who is your Excellency?" The fat old man looked slightly stunned.

"Shen Yuan, thank you Taoist Master for saving your life." Shen Yuan stepped forward and bowed.

"You...are you the seriously injured person?!" Li Jiaxing said with a surprised look on his face.