brother is right

Chapter 437 Qingbao Blessing?

"This Guangping County is our test site!"

Song Yin said: "Take some time, find out the reason, and then solve it step by step. Junior brother, junior sister, we have to delay here for a while."

"Follow senior brother's orders." The others naturally agreed.

if not?
They wanted to hold Song Yin back, but they didn't want to deceive him. Now that he brought it up, that's just right.

As for the bell, it doesn't matter, she will go wherever the senior brother goes.

What is the evil disaster in the country of Ji, it is not their consideration.

Looking at these hundred ghosts here is naturally feasible.

In the mist, several people finally arrived and gradually moved forward along the street.

After a while, Song Yin stopped and looked into a dark alley.

"Brother, is there someone? No, there is a ghost."

Zhang Feixuan also looked over, and found that in the corner of the dark alley, there was a person with his back facing them, squatting there, with his head and shoulders shrugged, and with his arms swinging, he seemed to be swallowing something into his mouth.

This person is skinny, and there is almost no meat visible from behind, only a few bones hanging on a skeleton, it seems that he has been hungry for a long time.

As if sensing the gaze, the thing suddenly turned its head, a pair of green eyes scattered in the mist, like two green night pearls.

And that face didn't look like a human face, with hanging flesh, a crooked nose, one of the eyeballs drooping down, and his mouth was full of dirt, and he was holding feces of unknown kind in his hands.

"what!!"

After being seen, this thing seemed to be angry, raised its arm, and threw the dirty thing out.

This scene surprised several people.

"Third!" Zhang Feixuan shouted.

"I don't, you come!" Wang Qizheng flatly refused.

Gao Sishu stepped back even more, showing disgust on his face.

Song Yin was expressionless, staring at the feces that were getting closer and closer, until the feces were about to approach and was about to be evaporated by the breath of his body, Zhang Feixuan directly fanned out the folding fan, rolled up a cloud of blood mist, and swirled with the feces Open, fall to the side.

What a joke!
No matter how impenetrable the elder brother is, he can't throw this thing at him.

How could this be blasphemy to senior brother? This is slapping them in the face.

He was a god on land, and his junior brother was with him, but a ghost threw dung, and the senior brother had to do it himself?

If this was done, they would simply beat them to death so as not to be looked down upon.

"My spell!"

Zhang Feixuan gritted his teeth, he is a person who pays attention to demeanor, but now he has to use magic to remove the feces, which is too shameful.

"What are you doing!" He glared at the crowd.

Wang Qizheng was about to rush up, but when he saw Zhang Feixuan making a move, he stopped, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Stop making trouble, I'm sure I can't do it, there is no such spell, so I can't physically resist dung, right?"

Gao Sishu put down the seal he had pinched up, and didn't say a word.

I knew it was too late!

Zhang Feixuan pursed his lips, glared at them again, and then said to his senior brother: "Senior brother, this is also a ghost, hurry up and destroy it."

"It doesn't have to be."

Song Yin shook his head, flipping the encyclopedia in his hand again, "There is no need to deal with this ghost, it is not harmful."

"Filth-eating ghosts are kind-hearted ghosts of people who want to get rid of the injustice in the world but can't do it, so they generate resentment. This resentment-turned ghost, although resenting others, is also instinctively trying to get rid of injustice."

"It's just his resentment, and he doesn't know what injustice is. He just sees the street as an eyesore, so he becomes this kind of dirt eater, who appears at night and devours the dirt of his street, making the street quiet."

With a smile on his face, Song Yin pointed at the ghost and said, "Don't look at the ugliness, but eating dirty things is beneficial to people. There are many resentful spirits in this place, but not all the ghosts born are harmful to people."

"Wow!!"

Suddenly, a little thing popped out of his shoulder, his pupils glowed, and he screamed.

"Oh? You came out, do you agree with my words?" Song Yin smiled.

"Wow!"

The plump body with two heads slid down from his shoulders along the arms, and slid directly onto the encyclopedia, where the fat little hands were pulling the encyclopedia, as if they were displeased with the book.

And the encyclopedia is also flipping randomly, disturbing the hands of the little things with the flipping pages.

"Senior Brother, you, the Primordial True Spirit, seem to be quite different from your encyclopedia?" Wang Qizheng asked curiously.

"I don't know either. One is a blessing and the other is a supernatural power. They are both mine, but if they appear together, it is indeed a bit difficult to get along with."

Song Yin looked at the little thing and said: "It's just that this blessing is also innocent and romantic, kind and kind, I'm afraid it's just for fun."

"Come on."

Bell stretched out her hand, and tickled the little thing. The little thing, which was a little dizzy by the flipping of the book, jumped forward, fell into her hands, and stuck out its tongue to lick there.

"Hehehe, it's itchy, it's itchy, don't lick it, this thing is not good!"

Bell held it directly, and the little thing was squeezed into various shapes in her hands like a soft clay.

"Of course not."

After playing for a while, Ling Dang suddenly said: "Hunyuan and Qingbao, I don't want to deal with them."

Hunyuan?

Qingbao?

Zhang Feixuan froze for a moment, and said, "Qing Bao is not."

Before he could say these words, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt palpitations in his heart.

It's not a big deal here!

Can't be so casual!
He held back his words and looked at Song Yin: "Brother, you have supernatural powers."

"Qingbao? Is Qingbao Tianzun? But the Golden Immortal Sect cultivates Hunyuan Dao?"

Song Yin said strangely: "This supernatural power is sublimated from Brother Fu Qing's book and turned into my supernatural power. You also know its effectiveness. The benchmark is that Brother Fu Qing knows everything from birth and knows everything. It can be paid off." Elder brother is a mortal, how can he have anything to do with Qing Baodao?"

"Um"

Ling Dang tilted his head, looked up to the sky, and thought for a while, then suddenly rolled his eyes, and looked at Zhang Feixuan with a little evil taste: "Second senior brother knows."

"??"

Zhang Feixuan's eyes were full of question marks.

he knows?
What does he know?
The only thing he knows now is that he can scold the Four Heavenly Venerables in Dagan territory, what else can he know?
"Junior Sister, why did you get involved with me, what can I know?" Zhang Feixuan asked.

"You know."

Bell said quietly: "You will know."

"Qingbao."

Song Yin frowned, and looked at the book, "This is obviously my supernatural power, born by myself, can this Tianzun intervene in human practice at will?"

His brows became tighter and tighter, and a divine light burst out from his eyes, "If that's the case, wouldn't it mean that everyone under the Heavenly Venerable is..."

boom!
He didn't say everything, the sky suddenly aroused thunder, and the thunder made Zhang Feixuan tremble, as if he was blessed to the heart, he said: "Brother, it is a blessing!"

"Tianzun has no appearance or form, so how can he intervene in personnel affairs? It must be a blessing. The book of payment must be because it contains a lot of knowledge, which has attracted the attention of Tianzun in the dark, so it is blessed. "

"Perhaps the blessing of Qingbao Tianzun is to bestow magical powers!"

After saying this, he seemed to be exhausted and sweated.

"Oh? If that's the case, it's not bad. Is it the same blessing as the Hunyuan True Spirit?"

Song Yin thought for a while, nodded and said: "Brother Fu Qing is a mortal, and he can also receive the blessing of the Celestial Venerable, which means that the Celestial Venerable also pays attention to mortals, not just us practitioners, but also good."

(End of this chapter)