The temptation of the wizard

The Temptation of the Wizard Chapter 143

Huikong and Hongming left for Izumo in the afternoon, and the time when they arrived at the foot of the mountain was completely dilapidated. The members of the security team in Anyun City were still cleaning, packing up sections and heads. The scene was quite frightening.

"Amitabha Buddha." Hui Kongxuan sighed with a long sigh.

The little novice Hongming asked in doubt: "Teacher, who killed these people?"

Hui Kong: "Goddamn it."

Hongming chuckled, "The teacher scolded someone and made a precept."

Hui Kong laughed and walked through the ruins with the hand of the little novice monk.

At dusk, Yu Linling also woke up.

Zhu Yuntai made her a set of azure skirts and a pair of azure shoes, which were quite good. She looked exceptionally small and jasper on her body. She was scattered with shawls and hair. The youthful and lively atmosphere revealed a sense of art.

At this time, Zhu Yuntai was replacing the electrolyte and ghost soil in the electrolysis room in the backyard. The keel cart in the yard stopped running. Yu Linling sat on the wheel, looking at the sunset like egg yolk in the sky, and said with joy: The rain can be recovered to get the sun, huh."

The epidemic calf hung beside him like a monster, and smiled: "You used to be trapped by the inner demon and didn't know it. Now that you are awakened and broken, it naturally feels simple when you look back. Father, like son."

Yu Linling smiled, "Senior Sister is very knowledgeable, and I will ask Senior Sister to take care of her after Xiao Yu."

The calf raised his right index finger and shook his eyebrows, raising his eyebrows: "I and Zhu Zhu are of the same generation. We both learned art before the witch seat. Therefore, I am not your senior sister, but your senior uncle."

The rain girl smiled and smiled, "Yes, Master Xiao Niu."

"Yeah." The calf was covered in comfort, turned over and sat on the wheel, and said, "Now I will teach you the rules of the temple, listen up!"

Yu Nv's face turned straight.

Epidemic Mavericks: "First, Zhu Zhu is my future husband, you can't have bad ideas about him."

Yu Nuo was startled suddenly, and blurted out: "Is the teacher a man?"

"Shhh..." The Mavericks hurriedly said silently, "You only need to know, don't have to tell anyone."

Yu Linling opened her mouth slightly, and she was speechless.

The calf continued: "Second, be obedient; third, um...you have a brother and a sister. The brother enters the temple first, called Tongshan Mountain, the ghost mountain ghost genus; Senior sister ranked second, named Cao Lang, a human woman The temple enshrines the Hou Tu sorcerer god, who suppresses the luck of Qi with Moyu beasts. That's all for the time being.

Yu Linling blinked, "What is the Moyu Beast? What's the solution to suppressed Qi Luck?"

"The Moyu beast is also a giant panda. Oh, there are no giant pandas in Ghost Island. You will know when you see it when you go back to the temple. I am not very clear about suppressing luck. What Zhu Zhu said sounds very powerful."

The girl raised her head to look at the western sky, longingly: "Witch Temple, where is my home, I really want to take a look quickly."

The Mavericks smiled and said: "The environment is quiet, you should like it. I used to think it was a bit boring, but now there are several people in the temple with you. Even if pigs do experiments, we will be enough to play mahjong. Now, it shouldn't be boring."

"I want to learn knowledge, hurry up and help the teacher." Goddess Yu looked firm and looked at the electrolysis room.

Mavericks: "Oh, then you go, read the word first."

"Well, I will read the word when the sun goes down. It's so comfortable in the sun."

"...It turns out that you still have procrastination, this is definitely not cured."

"Huh? Master Shu don't want to scare me."

"..."

Zhu Yuntai in the electrolysis room also laughed.

At this time, Lao Bai hopped to the door, joggingly saying that there was a visitor in the vestibule, and the Yuntai cleaned up and followed it to the lobby, only to see Chu Xindong standing in the hall with a ghost flag.

Zhu Yuntai is not without guard and said: "Senior seems to have concluded that I am not from the holy temple?"

Chu Xindong: "You have a hell tower, so naturally you are not a member of the holy temple. Even if you want to be a friend of the holy temple, it may not be easy.

"The predecessors meant something, why not express it?"

Chu Xindong looked at Zhu Yuntai quietly, and said for a while: "You are a witch, and your status among humans comes from ghosts. If there are more ghosts in this world, you will be more respected by the world. Would you say this is good?"

Yuntai frowned slightly.

Chapter 141

Chu Xindong's question is very sharp, just like asking a doctor if you want more or fewer diseases in this world.

With more diseases, the social status of doctors will inevitably improve, but it is a tragedy for the entire society.

Zhu Yuntai had already asked himself such a question. He had already firmed his position and frowned because he had vaguely foreseeed the position of the holy temple, or the position of certain powers in the holy temple.

He replied calmly: "The world is based on people."

Chu Xindong still stared at the Yuntai, "But I think you are more cruel than evil spirits in killing people."

"When I kill ghosts, I am more cruel than the wicked."

Chu Xindong was dumb, feeling that this was really a god of murder without taboos.

But Wenzhu Yuntai asked, "So, what is your answer, Senior?"

"I said, would you believe it?"

"maybe."

Chu Xindong said silently for a long time: "Thirty-six years ago, I was the Young Master of Jumangdian Temple, and found out that my teacher secretly murdered human pregnant women and wanted to create nine mothers and ghosts. They are humans who have committed serious crimes, and most of them are spiritual practitioners. They should be killed, and only those women who can easily create nine sons and mothers. After thinking about it for many days, I killed the teacher and fled the holy temple.

"Witch Nerve" records that the nine sons and mother ghosts are powerful evil spirits. They give birth to nine ghost babies in the early morning and eat the nine ghost babies in the evening. Once they become successful, they are stronger than some ghosts. Nothing less.

Zhu Yuntai: "The elder lied?"

It is indeed easier for the murderous wicked woman to create the nine sons and mothers, but killing the kind pregnant woman is not without help. As long as the pregnant woman's resentment before death is strong enough, she only needs to kill enough.

In Zhu Yuntai's view, it was not a witch, but a demon, a typical demon way.

Before Chu Xindong could answer, Geng Yeyun suddenly jumped in from outside the courtyard wall and scolded: "You lied! Obviously you learned the technique of refining souls and swallowing ghosts and was discovered by the palace secretary. The palace secretary wants to imprison your spiritual power. But you were killed by you, where are the nine sons and mother ghosts!"

Chu Xindong looked at Geng Yeyun, smiled contemptuously, and said to Zhu Yuntai: "I was actually entrusted by Mr. Yu Xing to tell you about it. The human face tree demon you killed last night belongs to the Black Mountain Demon King. Clan people, with the ferocity of the Black Mountain Demon King, most of them won’t give up, you can do it for yourself.

I wish Yuntai was a little puzzled, why didn't the chief executive tell him?

But it wasn't an important matter, so I didn't follow up, and the conversation turned around and said: "I want to see the senior's servant."

"Oh?" Chu Xindong was slightly surprised, ignoring Geng Yeyun, who was flushed with anger in the courtyard, gently shook the ghost flag, and a female ghost in Miao clothes floated on it, who looked more than 30 years old. The face, the look of sadness, and some confusion, are really similar to Shaqima.

Yuntai asked the female ghost: "Does senior know Shaqima?"

The female ghost looked at Zhu Yuntai in confusion, shook her head, and nodded suddenly, showing a trace of struggle.