Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(sixteen)

After dinner, according to Lu Jingqiao's habit, he should find a place to sleep on his stomach. His family is very energetic in the morning and dusk. The sun rises and the sun sets, and the biological clock is very accurate. Usually, he can fall asleep at eight o'clock. .

In addition, although Lu Jingqiao can be regarded as the most talented ascetic in a thousand years, he is only a thousand years old.Once the monster clan embarks on the road of cultivating Taoism, their lifespan is particularly long. It is as long as Dachun's eight thousand years are spring and eight thousand years are autumn. Other monster clans don't have such a long life, especially the deer monster clan. , often known for longevity, a thousand years old is still a child in the clan.

We young monsters also need to sleep!

Lu Jingqiao yawned for a long time, and glanced at the diamond watch in his hand. The watch showed that it was approaching [-]:[-] a.m. Beijing time, midnight.

Autumn in Chongming inherits the temperament of all autumns, with deeper dews and heavier temperatures. At night, the temperature drops sharply. Lu Jingqiao stood guard at the entrance of the alley to face the draft, shivering from the cold wind.

"When will it arrive?" He shrank his arms and kept rubbing his arms, while keeping his eyes on his watch.

The dial shone with green light, and under the green light, the light of a few diamonds came out faintly, projecting the shape of a Big Dipper on the dial.The minute hand moved staggeringly, gradually approaching the number directly above the dial.

Lu Jingqiao turned his wrist slightly, and the number "12" marked on the dial suddenly floated up like a wisp of smoke, and when it landed on the dial, it suddenly blurred for a moment.When I look at it again, the whole dial turns into a small compass, and the "12" directly above it just falls into the word "death".

Hugh was injured and Du Jing died in surprise, the door of death is the most dangerous one.However, according to Feng Shui, the fixed direction of the gate of death is the southwest direction, and the gate of death is located in the Southwest Kun Palace, so under normal circumstances, the gate should not face the southwest direction.But in today's hexagram, the gate of death is located in the north, and it falls in the Kan Palace in the north.

Looking at the word "death" falling down, Lu Jingqiao patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, watching the minute hand gradually move to the top like an old lady with small feet, gradually overlapping with the word "death".

"Bang——" a long and leaking sound came from deeper in the alley, and the sound of wooden clappers beating together bumped back and forth in the narrow alley, drifting into Lu Jingqiao's ears.

"What age is this, why are you still doing this?" Lu Jingqiao curled his lips, rolled his eyes while leaning against the wall, and kicked the copper basin next to his feet, filled with unburned paper ashes It fluttered upwards for a while, then seemed to be stopped by something, and then floated down again.

There was another sound in the alley: "Bang—"

"..." Unexpectedly, the visitor was so difficult, so Lu Jingqiao had to squat down, pick up a small stick at hand and stir the paper ashes in the copper basin. After entering, the blue-purple flames ignited instantly, and he called out to the depths of the alley with a drawn-out voice, "Please errand."

"Bang—" the sound rang again.

"Are you sick? This is not okay? How much rebate do you want?" Lu Jingqiao became impatient, and simply threw a handful of soil into the basin to extinguish the flames. , are you and the saint also making such a big show? You have to press for a confession at three o'clock, and if you don't handle the little uncle's business well today, you don't even want to get a penny."

Lu Jingqiao is also one of the most famous cultivators in the world. It is already a big face to come out to meet them in the middle of the night with the dark wind in the middle of the night, and he was slapped in the face. If Fang Yanchu didn't keep them, it would still be useful. Beat off.

"Fellow Daoist, don't worry."

A gust of dark wind rose up from the ground, howling and passing over the extinguished paper ash, the paper ash rose with the wind, circled twice and disappeared into the air, together with a handful of soil thrown into it by Lu Jingqiao.

Now the errands are no longer picky, and even collect the soil.

As soon as the voice fell, a white lantern was lit in the depths of the alley. The white lanterns were hung on the corner of the eaves and lit up one after another, like some special welcome ceremony.A howling gust of wind swept out from the depths of the alley, and behind the wind was a long and thin shadow, stretched very long by the light of the lantern.

"There are so many things." Lu Jingqiao complained in a low voice, and lifted a lantern from his side, the faint candlelight swayed non-stop in the midnight wind through the white lantern paper, looking very weak.Lu Jingqiao subconsciously took care of it before realizing that it was a soul-attracting lamp lit by the power of a sage, and there was no possibility of it being extinguished.He picked up the lantern and carried it by his side, and the candlelight cast a small circle on his body.

The slender shadow fell into the circle, twisted left and right twice, and then folded up like a soft towel, shrinking within the range covered by the candlelight.The slender shadow couldn't tell the head from the tail, let alone where the mouth was. Lu Jingqiao only felt that the voice probably came from the shadow: "How dare the underworld messenger ask why the saint was summoned?"

The underworld is in charge of the soul, and people's reincarnation, reincarnation, life and death cycle are all under the jurisdiction of the underworld.Birth, old age, sickness and death, withering, prosperity and decline are all laws of heaven, and logically speaking, the underworld should also fall under the jurisdiction of Fang Yanchu, a sage of heaven.

But the underworld is the place where the soul goes, and the world is taboo, and Shang Yanchu can't manage it alone, so he simply delegated power to the underworld. After a long time, the people in the underworld also forgot about it.

"Follow me." Lu Jingqiao picked up the lantern and took two steps. He watched the shadow in the light keep moving with the candlelight before he felt relieved. He quickly walked two steps. I'm afraid I'm infected with evil spirits, follow the soul lamp to protect the soul."

Under the candlelight, the slender shadow turned into a human shape, bowed to the faintly flickering candlelight, buried his head deeply in his arms, and respectfully said: "Mr. Longyou has a heart."

"Hmph," Lu Jingqiao walked in front, without even taking a second look. He raised the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, and his tone was full of sarcasm, "Master Yin, do you still remember the name of the little uncle?"

"Mr. Longyou lives the same life as the heaven and the earth. He is the only one in the nine heavens and ten earths. How can he not remember?"

"Hahahahaha," Lu Jingqiao laughed loudly in the face of the draft, "I thought you had killed Lord Long You thousands of years ago. At that time, you were screaming one by one. I remember Ming The disaster of fire started from the underworld, but later on the underworld took no responsibility. Were you there at that time?"

Yin Zai's shadow paused, and the figure disappeared into the shadow under his feet with a whoosh, and he turned into a folded towel again.A muffled voice came from below: "I was only a thousand years old at the time, and I was still watching the battle in the underworld."

"Yeah," Lu Jingqiao replied with a grin, "You were watching the battle in the underworld when you were less than a thousand years old? Guess where I was at that time? ——I said Lord Yin, don't fall behind, I have the right to hunt and kill those wandering in the world Oops."

Quickly walking two steps, Yincha shrunk himself into a small ball and rolled forward following the candlelight, while thinking about how to answer Lu Jingqiao's question.

Thousands of years have passed since the fire disaster. He was really young at the time and didn't have a deep impression of the disaster. He just remembered that every day people gathered together and whispered. They talked about the so-called sage of heaven with respect and fear, saying How many more did he kill.

During that time, the entire underworld was overcrowded, and Po Meng's cause of death was registered with the same person's name—Fang Yanchu.

The high frequency of his name makes one wonder if Po Meng is old and confused. However, almost every one of those new ghosts gritted their teeth and repeated the name bitterly. A special notebook dedicated to those people Fang Yanchu killed.

Yin Cha had never seen this notebook before, and he couldn't even tell whether such a notebook really existed.

"Why doesn't Lord Yinchai speak?" Lu Jingqiao stopped slowly, and stood on the spot holding a lantern, looking at the shadow of Yinchai, "Is it impossible to guess? You are dissatisfied with thousands of years old hiding in the underworld to watch the battle, I am less than a hundred years old Just follow the little uncle to fight the enemy, why do you think this is?"

Holding the lamp in his right hand, he reached in with his left hand to touch the dancing flames, and said with a smile, "Why? Don't you people in the underworld are much nobler than me? ——The calamity of the underworld fire greatly reduced the power of my little uncle. It's not as good as a horse, but it can be done if you want to turn off the soul-inducing lamp for a short time. Lord Yin, do you want to try what death is?"

He was talking to himself without even giving a single look, and after a while he took away his left hand, and the candle bounced up instantly and burned blazingly.He smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yin, I have a weird temper. I was just dazed for a moment. I didn't really want to kill you. Don't take it to heart."

"It's okay, it's okay." Yincha was frightened by Lu Jingqiao, who was cloudy and sunny, and quickly transformed into a human form, waving his hands again and again, "It's still the important business of the sage, fellow Taoist, please lead the way."

The main hall of Lingyun Temple.

Fang Yanchu and Ji Qian were waiting for the arrival of the messenger, the door of the main hall was wide open, and the autumn night wind blew Fang Yanchu's sleeves.

Ji Qianshan knelt on the futon and looked at the back of the person in front of him. Fang Yanchu changed his daily attitude and changed into a complicated and solemn dress.

The snow-white brocade robe was covered with a green gauze-like outer robe, and the corners of the robe were finely embroidered with cloud patterns, and a giant dragon soaring into the air was embroidered on the brocade cloth with gold thread.The dragon's head rests on the shoulders, the dragon's tail circles around, and the five claws rest on the waist. From a distance, it looks like it is firmly protected by the dragon and it seems to be born out of the dragon.

The wide sleeves drooped, billowing like clouds in the night wind, vividly outlining his tall and slender figure.

Yin Cha stepped into the main hall with the soul-inducing lamp, shivered for a while in the light of the hall, and knelt down firmly against Fang Yanchu's back: "The villain has seen a saint."

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The author has something to say:

Boss Fang, he is very powerful, and he will be even more powerful.

Xiao Ji, you really know how to find it, your wife is really amazing (??????)??