Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(Fives)

"Meow!"

A shrill cat cry pierced the sky, Ji Qianshan picked up the little black cat by the nape of its neck with one hand, and let the cat scratch its claws ferociously.

"Stop barking." Lifting the cat into the cage, the lock was locked with a "click", and Ji Qianshan looked at the struggling black cat in the cage in his spare time, "Since you are a demon, you should be able to understand human language, I know You are pretending."

At first, the black cat struggled to make two "meows" in it, but after seeing that the small one was not as good as Zhou Jidao's old one, he just sat down in the cage and took a nap leaning against the edge of the cage , The dead "cat" face is not afraid of boiling water.

Ji Qianshan has seen a lot of hob meat like it, so he didn't talk nonsense with it, and directly reached in from the gap in the cage, pinched the black cat's neck, and pointed at the black cat, "How can you bear me?" His eyes sneered: "I know you can't be strangled to death by a monster like you, but I heard that you turn evil spirit into a demon?"

After all, he held down the black cat with five fingers and smoothed it from head to tail. This stroke was like a rake. Dim down.

Just when Ji Qianshan landed on the black cat's fur for the second time, the black cat was already trembling, the tip of its trembling tail was already looming, and the uncontrollable evil spirit hit the already With the cat's body blurred, human and cat voices appeared alternately from the black cat's mouth: "Meow...God spare me meow..."

"You don't need to be called Shangshen. I'm not on the same side as the Penglai gang. You are a demon, and you should be very familiar with the blood sea air on me. How dare you enter the gate of Lingyun Palace?" Ji Qianshan held in his hand. Holding a black air ball, it was the evil spirit picked off from the black cat.

The uncontrollable evil spirit of those black cats was like a piece of plasticine in his hands. He could shape it into whatever he wanted, and if there were enough of them, it would be no problem to squeeze out a mausoleum of Qin Shihuang.But he squeezed it, and in the end, he rubbed the evil energy into a small ball the size of a marble, and held it in his hand to relieve boredom.

"Meow..." The black cat stabilized its spirit, and after adjusting the "meow" for a few times, it found the switch to speak human words, "Qing Qi, that person has very strong Qing Qi, if my evil spirit can turn into a demon Cultivate by his side, you will be reborn, and you will be able to get out of the demon body, and if you get the seal of the mortals, you will be in the immortal class."

The person that the black cat was talking about was naturally Fang Yanchu, and the freshness of their people, who were born with the world, was just like the wholesale ones, which attracted the attention of demons and ghosts the most.

"Reborn, one of the immortals." Ji Qianshan casually flicked the evil spirit balloon in front of the black cat, "—keep the evil spirit you have accumulated for yourself."

Ji Qianshan stood up and dusted his hands, looked down at the black cat, his lowered eyes seemed to flash a hint of sarcasm: "Do you also want to be in the immortal class? I wish you success. ——You want to cultivate I don't care about being reborn, but the evil spirit hurts people, so stay away from my little uncle in the future."

The black cat held the evil spirit ball between its two paws, and slowly licked it one by one. Its black pupils watched Ji Qianshan's walking figure, and thought in his heart: "It's all evil spirits, why mine hurts so much?" person?"

In the front hall, Fang Yanchu was still dealing with the cameraman from the Daoist sect. People from the Daoist sect thought they were really royal family members these days when they ate the imperial food, and even carried out a census of ascetics in a big way.

"Lingyun Temple has countless cultivators from ancient times to the present. Some have attained Taoism and entered Penglai. What is the whereabouts of the people in my door?"

Zheng Dongjian—the camera master, holding the tea that Zhou Jidao specially poured for him, with two hairs floating on his head, trembling slightly like the beards of cockroaches: "Senior Fang said this, although our disciples are in a hurry I can't get in touch with them all, but they are both cultivators. I remember that there are some secret methods in these high-level sects. Among other things, life and death can always be distinguished. Long You, as the mediator of heaven and earth, if you can bring a good The first is to lighten the burden on our country and benefit all living beings."

People who open their mouths and shut their mouths, these words are really loud and not smelly.

Zhou Jidao stared at the tile under his feet, as if he wanted to study several patterns from it, he straightened the corners of his mouth vigorously, for fear that he would laugh out loud.

People in the Taoist sect are as if their brains have been kicked by a donkey. It’s fine to send a trash who has been cultivating for decades and hasn’t made a name for himself to monitor a saint. This trash still feels good about himself. , Open your mouth and shut up the country's bureaucratic accent.

The kind of method Zheng Dongjian mentioned does exist, and most of them are aboveboard, either life cards, soul lamps or genealogy.

Take a little fingertip blood, supplemented by a secret method to connect with the soul, as long as the soul is immortal, even if it is reborn, this connection will always be maintained.But for cultivators, even a single hair is related to their own safety. Can something like fingertip blood that is connected to the soul be easily shown to others?

Besides, the census, something produced by a human country, also plays a role in maintaining the rule.You are a Taoist organization, to put it bluntly, it is just a small sect, and you want to control the world's ascetics, it is like "I have great ambitions" written on your face.

"square……"

"Little Uncle!" Zheng Dongjian was pushed over as soon as he opened his mouth. Ji Qianshan strode in. When he came to his side, he deliberately stopped for two seconds, looked him up and down, and only saw Zheng Dongjian. Turning his head from embarrassment into anger, "Why doesn't my little uncle come to teach me my homework? What's the use of talking to a dying old man here?"

He was quite happy when he bullied the black cat just now, but Zheng Dongjian, who was said to be dying, was not very happy. He stretched out his index finger, and the skin like an old orange peel was attached to the bone, trembling as he was trembling from anger :"you you--"

Ji Qianshan quickly grabbed his index finger and snapped it back hard, clasping his fingers tightly together, with a face full of respect for the old and loving the young: "Don't be angry, old man, the teacher taught us to use fingers It's not good."

"This...this...Senior Fang, don't you care about your disciples?"

"Hmm." Fang Yanchu nodded, answering the wrong question.I also know that his mind is not here at all. If it weren't for this camera man who said something high-spirited as soon as he entered the door, Fang Yanchu was still sleeping at the moment, and it turned out that this shit was a business, "Zhou Jidao took him to the master Let's take a look at the temple, if Zheng Daoyou can get in, just let him in."

"Yes." Zhou Jidao took out two talismans from his pocket, and lit them in the air, one was attached to Zheng Dong's fitness body, and the other was pasted on his hand.The talisman paper fell on the person and immediately burned into a chain, wrapped around Zheng Dongjian's body, and finally melted into his flesh and blood, only the other end of the chain fell into Zhou Jidao's hands and turned into a talisman paper.He put the two talisman papers together in the palm of his hand: "Elder Zheng, come with me."

This is a very simple bondage talisman. Even if Zheng Dongjian has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs run away.Although he is useless, he is not an idiot, he picked up his things and left in a hurry.

"How does my little uncle meet this kind of person? He has too much turbidity and lack of moral character, within a month there will definitely be a bloody disaster." Ji Qianshan pulled a chair and sat opposite Fang Yanchu, if it wasn't for Fang Yanchu's huanghuali armchair It was really inconvenient to squeeze two people and he sat on it.

"You're good at physiognomy, Zhou Jidao has already started to introduce you to Taoism?"

Ji Qianshan curled his lips and nodded in dissatisfaction: "He just threw me a book and asked me to read it myself."

Unexpectedly, Fang Yanchu nodded and said: "He is right, you are not ordinary, and you can't teach it in the same way as ordinary people. He has learned Taoism so-so, so as not to teach you badly."

Zhou Jidao's original intention was not this, it's just that as the head of the house, he was like a housekeeper, making money and spending money on his shoulders, and he had no time to teach the children at all.Anyway, "Introduction to Taoism" is equivalent to an enlightenment book, and you can read it forward and backward without going crazy.

"If you have anything you don't understand in the future, you can come and ask..." Fang Yanchu was trying to show his care for the younger generation, opened his mouth and remembered Ji Qianshan's ability to climb poles, and quickly changed his words, " Ask your brothers."

However, there is a saying in this world that the Tao is as high as one foot and the devil is as high as one foot.Ji Qianshan's eyes lit up, and he took out a brand-new "Introduction to Taoism" from his arms, opened the first page, and asked innocently and cruelly: "Little uncle, what does 'mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders' mean? "

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"Introduction to Taoism" was compiled more than 2000 years ago. I don't know which generation of disciples wrote the book at that time. If you don't talk about good people, you have to copy a lot of things and write them in the preface. Now there is only the preface.

For more than 2000 years, not a single disciple asked a question to the preface!

Fang Yanchu yawned uninterestedly, glanced at him with a half-smile, and asked, "What does this mean, don't you know?"

"Disciple doesn't know."

"Isn't it? I think you are quite capable." Fang Yanchu spread out his right hand, and he caught a small black cloud of evil spirit in his hand, trying to take out his palm with twists and turns, "Since you can see It can be concluded that Zheng Dongjian won't live for too long, so why do you put this kind of thing on him?"

Fang Yanchu, who was full of fresh air, squeezed the small group of evil spirits and saw that it was about to dissipate. Ji Qianshan suddenly leaned over and grabbed his hand. It's been a long time, so what's the hindrance if you die sooner—the evil spirit on the little black cat is not good—as expected, I can't hide it from my little uncle."

As he spoke, he slowly moved towards Fang Yanchu's side, his warm breath blowing into Fang Yanchu's ear: "How did the little uncle find out? I am obviously full of evil spirits, and I can be detected even if I release such a small amount of evil spirits." ?"

It was as if he had torn off the mask from his body suddenly, and he no longer pretended to be a homeless little boy. He stuck to Fang Yanchu tightly, and the soaring evil spirit almost turned into a solid body, under his firm control It didn't run around.

It is really a rare monster in the world for thousands of years.

This beast of heaven and earth has a soft expression, leaning against Fang Yanchu's neck and whispering: "Why do you always protect these bad guys?"

Fang Yanchu looked down at the man leaning on him, and the evil spirit that was ready to move, and said to himself that you still have the face to call others bad people, and Kong Qu, who has been enchanted for thousands of years, does not have such a strong evil spirit on you.Just when I was about to speak, there was a sudden stabbing pain on the side of my neck——

The monsters of heaven and earth slammed their mouths at him.

There was still a trace of blood on Ji Qianshan's lips, and the tip of his tongue reluctantly licked the remaining blood before leaving. He raised his head and smiled at him: "It's better to use my own."

Subconsciously grabbing the side of his neck, Fang Yanchu noticed a trace of evil spirit swimming with the blood under the skin, as if someone had drawn a cold line on his neck with the tip of a knife, he trembled almost instantly stand up.

That trace of evil spirit wandered around, walked up along the blood vessels on the side of the neck, and finally stopped on the earlobe, curled up like a natural mole, and settled there.

Ji Qianshan nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Young Master Uncle is so pretty."

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The author has something to say:

Ji Qianshan: Make trouble and make trouble, hehe.