[comprehensive] superior skills

"Uncle Cheng!"

Huisheng, who was almost half dead on the seventh day, thought at first that he had hallucinated from thinking about it day and night, and when the old Taoist clapped his hand on his shoulder, he cried out, "Why did you just come back?" ?!"

Mao Bachi was taken aback by his demeanor, "Why, but what happened to your master?"

Huisheng didn't care about the embarrassment, and hugged the old Taoist's arm and complained about his grievances, "You don't know, we have lived these few days like years!"

Needless to say, lack of food and use, it is better during the day when the yang energy is high, and at night it is either ghosts crying or wolves howling.

Especially the sixth aunt who took Li Dong to vent her hatred, she didn't know whether she was addicted to cannibalism or was deliberately making fun of others, she always carried a white and miserable bone stick floating around in the yard, From time to time, he gritted his teeth.

The courtyard was filled with the sound of teeth chewing on the bones all night long, which frightened the Taoists so much that they didn't even dare to speak loudly.If they hadn't been waiting for someone to rescue them with a glimmer of hope, they would have collectively wiped their necks to seek relief.

"Oh, it's really hard for you."

After Mao Bachi encouraged and comforted Huisheng and Huizhi brothers, and thanked Yang Su who had helped lead the way earlier, he picked up the Qisha soul-suppressing tablet tied in a cloth bag and was about to go to the ancestral hall to save people.

"Master, no."

Song Ci persuaded the hot-blooded old Taoist, "Ghosts are used to go back on what they say, if that jade man turns his face and refuses to recognize anyone, you are sending a sheep to the tiger's mouth. Why don't you let me take Lou Mingyue to see the King of Ghosts? You seal the mouth of the well on the top, so that the jade man will not escape from Yiyang Mountain in the future!"

Mao Bachi refused to agree, "It's easy to seal the mouth of the well for the teacher, but if you do this, you will have no way out. Don't you want to be buried with the ghost king?"

Song Ci pulled him aside, and whispered: "Master, don't worry, since this disciple dared to accept the errand, he naturally thought of a way out!"

Mao Bachi seemed to understand something vaguely, gritted his teeth and nodded, "Master will wait for you to come out in the ancestral hall! If you don't come, Master would rather destroy the Soul-Suppressing Monument and go down to save you!"

These words, which were so familiar to everyone, somehow reminded Song Ci of Li Zi, who was brought up by her own hands. She had already broken her promise once, and she would never do the same thing again no matter what.

After discussing the plan, the master and apprentice decided to go to the ancestral hall. A few brave Taoists, such as brothers Hui Sheng and Hui Zhi from the Zou sect, and Yang Su who arranged the rope array at the mouth of the well wanted to accompany them. It's good to meet one or two at that time.

The rest, together with the brothers and sisters of the Zhao family who had been scared out of their wits for a long time, kept shrinking back, looking desperate for fear of being pointed on the head.

If Zou Qingcheng's life and death were not involved, Mao Bachi would not even take Huisheng and Huizhi with him, let alone those juniors who would only get in the way.

With the safety of his apprentice in mind, Mao Bachi was not afraid of others stealing his teacher, so he hurriedly explained in detail the secrets of how to make the spells and magic tools exert their greatest power, and left behind a few soul-saving talismans and heavenly thunder for protection. The talisman was all over the little apprentice.

It wasn't until this time that Huisheng and the others realized that it was Junior Sister Wu who had gone to the secret path to save people, and even Yang Su, who had always been expressionless, couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Others just guessed how terrifying the evil things in the ancestral hall were, but he knew how dangerous it would be to face an angry ghost king. He couldn't understand why a lowly Taoist would be willing to take the risk and go down to the underworld again.

Regardless of what other people thought, the group still came to the entrance of the Yin Well.

Before they got close, they felt a cold air spreading along the mouth of the well, and the eaves facing the well mouth were condensed with dozens of feet long sharp ice blades, once they fell, they would nail people to the threshold superior.

Yang Su's rope array was still in place, but the silver bells on it were covered with a layer of black stains as if they had been eroded by decades of wind and frost, and the red ropes that were tied together became as thin and fragile as spider silk.

When Hui Sheng and Hui Zhi saw this scene, they didn't care whether it was the master or the apprentice who was about to go down the well, and they urged Uncle Cheng to make up his mind.

Song Ci ignored the two Taoists who didn't know what to do, and quickly stepped forward to the edge of the well, "Master, after I leave, you immediately seal the mouth of the well!"

Mao Bachi's eyes were hot, he endured and endured, but still responded with tears.

Song Ci smiled at him, and immediately jumped into the dark well.

Previously, she and Yang Su didn't want to make troubles, and there were still many methods that she hadn't used, but now she was the only one who was at a critical juncture, so naturally she used what she had to do.

I usually hear people say the words "like falling into the abyss", but now I finally know what this sentence means.

In the process of rapid weightlessness, Song Ci put on his cloak and rubbed against the well wall and tapped a few times, and the whole person fell silently to the bottom of the icy well.

After a rough and dry rubbing sound, the pinpoint-sized light on the wellhead was blocked by the moving stone tablet, and only the thick cold frost flashed a strange blue light in the darkness.

Regardless of the damage caused by the cold air entering the body, Song Ci put on thin hazel shoes and walked in another direction following its guidance.

Since Yang Su said that everything she saw at the bottom of the well was an illusion, why did she have to send herself into the trap set up by others? It would be better to find out what the Shan family did in Yiyang Mountain.

In comparison, the hole pointed out by the hazel shoe is much wider than the hole Yang Su broke with the talisman paper. The traces of artificial carving can be clearly distinguished, but it is also unfathomable.

The deeper you go, the darker the tunnel becomes. After more than ten minutes, Song Ci can't feel it even if he puts his fingers in front of his eyes. He can only fumble along the wall.

In the darkness surrounded by mist, there are only slight breathing sounds and the rustling of shoe soles rubbing against the ground, occasionally mixed with the sound of small stones rolling down.

Fortunately, no matter how deep the man-made tunnel is, there is an end. When Song Ci could no longer touch the walls on the left and right sides at the same time with both arms, he suddenly kicked a thick stone wall with his toes.

"The horses, the carriages, the sun..."

Groping for the reliefs on the stone wall, Song Ci suddenly remembered the screen wall with the emperor's tour picture engraved on it when he entered the underground palace.

"Could it be that this is the secret room where the jade man is placed?"

She walked around the stone wall as she did with Yang Su, and within a few steps, she touched a cold iron door.

The iron gate was icy cold, and the palm of my hand was frozen solidly by the cold as soon as it touched it.

Song Ci had no choice but to push forward.

The heavy iron door had just cracked a thin crack, and a glaring light shot out from the crack, piercing people's eyes with pain and tears.

The teardrops in the corners of Song Ci's eyes condensed into an ice drop before they fell, and hung on his cheeks, which was especially weird against those flushed eyes.

After finally pushing the door open, and her eyes slowly getting used to the bright light in front of her, she found a huge night pearl hanging from the ceiling of the secret room.

After wiping off the blood stains that had adhered to the peeling skin, Song Ci carefully looked at the secret room, which was only three feet square.

In the center of the secret room is a raised stone platform, on which there is a golden nanmu coffin, and a row of lacquered wooden coffins are placed on the ground next to the stone platform.

Suddenly bumping into such a row of neatly arranged coffins on the ground, even a well-informed person like Song Ci would inevitably feel a little apprehensive.

She took a step back subconsciously, and accidentally touched a cold skeleton, and when she looked back, the lifelike skeleton was tightly embedded in the wall.

"One, two, three..."

Song Ci counted with his heart, and suddenly realized that these skeletons built into the four walls were the servants of the Shan family who were kneeling outside the underground palace.

At this point, the identity of the owner of the golden nanmu coffin has been clearly revealed.

Song Ci was not in a hurry to touch Nanmu Pavilion, but carefully observed the other nine coffins, and found a black coffin with the Big Dipper on its head.

She lifted the coffin lid up, and after bending down a little, she saw a familiar jade buckle.

While sighing secretly about Zou Qingcheng's fate, Song Ci looked through the other coffins and found that they were all extremely precious funerary objects without exception.

If she had no other choice, she didn't want to fight to the death with the green hat ghost king, and it wouldn't be worth it for Lou Mingyue, that enchanting concubine.

In order not to hurt the innocent, Song Ci first threw Zou Qingcheng, who was still panting, outside the door, then placed a tribute in the corner of the secret room and bowed three times.

Song Ci didn't know what material Yang Su burned to worship the door incense, but her tribute incense came out of the earth temple in the early years. neglect.

Not long after the incense was lit, Song Ci saw the misty smoke coiling around the secret room first, and then getting into the golden nanmu coffin.

After a few more seconds, it was as if someone was inhaling at the head of the incense, and saw that the stick of chopstick-length incense burned to the bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant, only dim incense ash was left on the ground. It's in the furnace.

Seeing this, Song Ci hurriedly cupped his hands, bowed and said, "See Your Majesty for Xiaodao Wu Qing!"

At this time, she was a little fortunate to meet the eccentric king when she was fooling around with Monk Tang, and now she can face him calmly even in front of the ghost king.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the lid of the golden nanmu coffin fell to the ground, and the golden carved jade figure slowly glowing under the reflection of the night pearl slowly sat up, "The seven-day limit has come, where is the lonely king's beloved concubine now?"

Song Ci gave another salute, "Your Majesty, Xiaodao has invited his wife here, and even the man surnamed Jing who has a lot of predestined relationship with her also followed him. I don't know Your Majesty..."

The jade man laughed strangely after hearing the humming: "What a loving and righteous infatuated man, if the lonely king is gone, wouldn't even an ordinary person want to trample the lonely king under his feet and treat him like a bag!"

"Xiaodao obeys!"

Song Ci took out the snuff bottle depicting Mrs. Mingyue's tomb and muttered the formula secretly, and a faint blue smoke floated out with the unplugged pot, turning into a young and handsome male ghost and falling on the ground.

"Mingyue, Mingyue, where are you?! I am your Ah Hao, stop playing, come out and meet me!"

As soon as Jing Haofang appeared, he hadn't realized that he had changed places, and he kept calling Aifei's name over and over again.

Song Ci dawdled to take out the magic weapon for locking the soul, while secretly observing the changes of the jade man, seeing that the jade clothes covering the skull trembled slightly because of the master's anger, he immediately put the jade man trapped in the magic weapon Let Lou Mingyue in the container go.

As soon as the enchanting concubine regained her original appearance, and before the jade man could ask any questions, Jing Hao, who was running wild like a headless chicken, immediately flew over, crying with joy, "Mingyue, I finally found you! "

"Ahao!"

The charming and charming Lou Mingyue wept, "Why did you come to harm me!"

Her consciousness was still stuck in the moment when Jing Xuan was trapped in her physical body, and she didn't know that the lover in front of her had already changed her core.

"Mingyue, I didn't hurt you! You clearly know how much I love you, so how could you have the heart to hurt you!"

Jing Hao embraced the lost concubine and said excitedly: "Do you still remember the time I went to the south to help you find your body? In the warehouse by the sea, I was scared unconscious by a lonely ghost who came out of nowhere... Yes! Since then, I have been wandering non-stop, from one place to another, I even went to the tomb of Mrs. Mingyue where we met for the first time, but I can’t find your shadow! Now it’s all right, finally Let us meet again! It can be seen that God still takes pity on us!"

"Ahao..."

Lou Mingyue, who finally realized that something was wrong, looked around, "Where is this, where are we?"

"Where it is!"

Jing Hao waved his hand very boldly, "As long as I can be with you, I am willing to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire!"

"Mountain of knives and sea of ​​fire, mountain of knives and sea of ​​fire..."

Hearing this, the jade man who had been silent all this time finally let out a series of eccentric laughs, the laughter seemed crazy, but also filled with endless bitter irony, "Mr. Lou, do you still recognize the lonely king?"

Lou Mingyue was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, and said in a trembling voice, "You, you are, Your Majesty?"

The jade man raised his arms, and as soon as he retracted his hands, he sucked the man and woman on the ground into his palms, "It's hard for you to remember the voice of the lonely king."

"Mingyue, who is he, why do you call him the king?"

Jing Hao, who was held in his hand like a lamb, struggled and said, "Didn't you say that I am the king you have been looking for for thousands of years? And that moonlight dance, you danced so beautifully, and you still said it was ours?" The dance of love..."

Feeling her skin being peeled off layer by layer, Lou Mingyue yelled like crazy, "You are talking nonsense! My lord, I don't know the dangers when I first entered the world. He deceived me by pretending to be a king! I definitely didn't intend to betray the king. of!!"

"Yes or no, what's the use."

The jade man tightened his left hand, and Jing Hao, who was still arguing, immediately fell limply to the ground like a deflated ball, and was dragged in by the skeleton on the wall.

"You are not a good minister, and I am not an enlightened lord. To spend thousands of years in vain is to be united in vain."

The jade man's mask slowly rose, and with those dark skull eyes, he lightly sucked at the frightened and absent-minded eyes of Mingyue upstairs, and the concubine, who was once infatuated by a generation of emperors, instantly turned into a lifelike beauty running The moon map was fixed on the jade piece of the Jinlou Yuyi.

In less than 10 minutes, Jing Hao and Lou Mingyue, who had harmed Gentle all their lives in the previous life, fell into a situation where they could not survive but could not die.

Although this result was very satisfying, Song Ci was caught off guard, because she thought that the beautiful woman would be instigated by Lou Mingyue to turn against her. It seems that she underestimated the self-esteem of men too much.

"However, it seems that I also inadvertently found out about the beauty wearing a cuckold..."

Thinking of this, Song Ci scratched his face in embarrassment, and gave the silent beauty a flattering look.

Unexpectedly, she saw a gust of dark wind blowing head-on, rolling her out of the secret room with a gurgle, and closed the iron door.

"For the sake of you, a Taoist, who has never acted greedily, the lonely king will spare your life for the time being!"

Song Ci, who had a mouthful of mud, spit out twice, "The TV shows are all lies, and they tell people to get out every now and then. How can there be a relaxed way to get out?!"

Complaints belong to complaints, anyway, it is worth celebrating to be able to fulfill the original owner's wish at the least cost.

Before leaving, he bowed three times at the door, and Song Ci caught Zou Qingcheng, who had taken his life for nothing, and ran out of the tunnel.

While running, she didn't forget to release some huge rocks and sand to block the tunnel. Although these things can't stop the ghost king, they can stop ordinary people who want to make money, and prevent anyone from following in the footsteps of the good family.

It wasn't until the bottom of the well was approaching that Song Ci stopped blocking the road, and instead recruited the airship that turned into a pangolin to open a slideway covered with metal plates.

After the slide was opened, Zou Qingcheng, who was wrapped in a sponge cushion, was thrown down. Song Ci was still a step behind and ruined as he walked, finally sealing Jing Hao and Yaofei completely in the mountain wall.

There was no fixed direction when going out of the mountain, and it was only when Song Ci got out to take a look that he almost didn't fall into the garbage dump.

She was fine with the airship protecting her, but Zou Qingcheng was miserable, he just plunged into a rotten vegetable leaf, not to mention the strange smell.

Song Ci followed the traces of the garbage trucks to find the main road and asked about it. Only then did he know that this is also the boundary of Yiyang Mountain, but the village was moved away long ago and turned into a garbage dump.

Anyway, they were fellow Taoists of Maoshan, and she couldn't leave Zou Qingcheng on the ground, so she could only call Mao Bachi and ask him to tell Huisheng and Huizhi brothers, and hurry to the intersection at the foot of the mountain to pick him up.

When Mao Bachi first received the call, he couldn't believe it, thinking it was another evil creature from the Shanjia compound, but after a few minutes, he saw that other people's mobile phones also resumed communication, and then realized that it was indeed his apprentice who ran out up.

He didn't ask how this person came out from the other side of the mountain, so he quickly packed his things and ran down the mountain.

The old Taoist can think about it now, except for his master and apprentice, everything is fake.As for the troubles of the sixth concubine in the Shan Family Compound and the so-called close friends, let the omnipotent Senior Brother Zou solve it.

Needless to say, the joy of the two masters and apprentices meeting at the first meeting, but Brothers Hui Sheng and Hui Zhi were quite uncomfortable seeing their master's beggar-like appearance, but they were unable to speak because of the benevolence of others, so they could only swallow Zou Qingcheng Shipped away.

Returning to the capital the next day, Song Ci immediately returned the rented surveillance room and bought a house in a villa area with a good view to settle down.

Song Ci once thought about taking Aunt Feng out of the mental hospital so that she and Mao Bachi could talk together.Unfortunately, no matter how much she persuaded, Aunt Feng refused to leave the nursing home.

Since he couldn't force it, Song Ci could only visit at night when no one was watching.

The days went on so uneventfully, and because of the permanent residence in the capital, it was inevitable that Song Ci would meet Jing Xuan.

Jing Xuan, who has changed his appearance, is still that unique business talent. When he saw Song Ci, he still politely called him a master, but the two of them had a very tacit understanding not to mention that never-forgotten memory.

A few years later, when Song Ci saw the news of Jing Xuan's marriage with another businessman's daughter in the newspaper, Aunt Feng, who had lived in a nursing home for 20 years, finally asked to be discharged from the hospital.

She seemed to know that her time was approaching, so she didn't want to ask her enemy to help with the funeral affairs, and only entrusted her to an old patient friend she had known for many years, hoping to scatter the ashes on an unnamed mountain in the south.

Ever since she accidentally learned of Aunt Feng's sad past that night, Song Ci understood that life was meaningless to her, and immediately agreed to her request.

But at the moment of dying, Aunt Feng still said the most important medicine, "Xiaoqing, I thought about it, I'd better go and apologize to senior brother myself..."

Aunt Feng walks freely and freely, but Mao Bachi, an old man who is used to seeing the impermanence of the world, can't help but shed sad tears.

After sending Aunt Feng away as agreed, Song Ci adopted two orphans.

The boy inherits Aunt Feng's surname and the old medicine of the Feng family left by her; the girl inherits the surname of Mao Bachi, and will also be the next generation successor of the Maoshan sect.

Song Ci spent his whole life cultivating the two best heirs for the Feng family and the Maoshan sect, and he never returned to his gentle hometown until his death.

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Also, now the king and concubine will never miss it again~~

Chestnut cake, okay~~