Zhutian: Everything starts from becoming a disciple of Uncle Jiu!

Chapter 118 Twenty-four versions of Tianxin Burial Magic! (Please subscribe!)

"It turns out that Senior Brother is here. No wonder the surroundings feel like they were struck by lightning!" Wang Badi suddenly realized, and then said with shame.

"I came here before, but because of that Gu insect, I passed out halfway... Oh, I'm so ashamed!"

"Uncle Wang, don't be ashamed. You'd better take back Xiuxiu's yang energy as soon as possible to avoid long nights and nightmares!"

Zhao Zheng took out the Bagua Mirror from Master Bomi and handed it to Wang Badi, who nodded sheepishly.

"Then be careful!"

"..."

What do you want me to be careful about?

What else is here?

Zhao Zheng looked at the Ge family mansion with only the wall and the gate at the back. After watching Wang Badi leave, he came to the pond in the yard.

He pinched the seal and used the Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission to call the literary talent Qiu Sheng. After making sure that both of them were fine, Zhao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to cut off the Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission, he saw two figures emerging from the pond. It was Jiu Shu and Yi Mei. Taoist priest!

"Master, uncle!"

"Well, as long as you're fine!" Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhao Zheng was fine, and then frowned.

"what is going on?"

"The thing is like this..." Zhao Zheng explained the matter from beginning to end, until he cast a spell to invite the five ghosts!

"...Are you just trying to scare me?"

It's hard to find the paradise, and it's hard to enter the hope. If you open your mouth, you're going to knock the opponent directly into the wilderness. Are you telling me that this is a bluff?

Uncle Jiu looked at Zhao Zheng expressionlessly, as did Taoist Priest Yimei. Zhao Zheng smiled sarcastically: "I was too scared at the time..."

"Master, you know me, I'm afraid of death!"

"..."

Therefore,

You just threatened the Five Ghosts with death twice, right?

Uncle Jiu looked at Zhao Zheng helplessly and motioned to continue. After Zhao Zheng finished speaking, Uncle Jiu nodded.

"Don't mess around with that bald monk's daughter. After all, you don't have any sense in this matter!"

Although he really wanted to beat Zhao Zheng, he knew that what Zhao Zheng did was right, he was decisive and ruthless, but it was hard to tell the truth about this matter!

"Besides, you have to be careful that Master Bomi turns into a ghost to take revenge on you!" Taoist Master Yimei added, and Zhao Zheng nodded.

"Understood, I won't do anything stupid!"

"Well, okay, you go take care of it!" Uncle Jiu nodded and cut off the Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission Technique. Zhao Zhengze glanced at Bobo, who was still unconscious not far away.

He reached behind his back and picked up a stack of talisman papers. Under the pull of his magic power, they were buried in his sleeves, collar and trouser legs.

Zhao Zheng, who felt safer, then looked at the Buddhist altar not far away, which belonged to the Taoist priest, and hit it a few times with a stone.

Feeling that it was not safe, he threw the unconscious Ge Dafu over for a test to make sure that the Taoist had not left any hidden behind-the-scenes tricks.

Zhao Zheng thanked the unconscious Ge Dafu, then came to the altar, and finally succeeded in harvesting several magic weapons.

Especially the gourd that looked ordinary but could actually contain hundreds of ghosts. The more Zhao Zheng looked at it, the more he liked it. He felt that it was probably the gourd he had lost when he was a child and had somehow been picked up by the Taoist priests.

As for how the gourd had the refining mark of Taoist Mu, he also wanted to know how his gourd had the refining mark of someone else.

After some inventory, I put away the twelve damaged Dharma flags, picked up the dagger, and took back the Tai'a Dharma sword.

Especially the gourds are put away too!

He carried Bobo to the outside of the Ge family's mansion, woke up Captain Hao and others, and asked them to take care of the Ge family's funeral affairs. He should explain what was needed to avoid causing panic!

"By the way, send someone to deliver this great monk's body to my uncle's house!" Zhao Zheng ordered Captain Hao.

"Yes, Master Zheng!"

Captain Hao nodded, looking at Zhao Zheng who was slightly distracted after carrying Bobo and leaving, and then gave a thumbs up.

"Master Zheng is so elegant!"

"..."

Yaxing, your sister,

Zhao Zheng curled his lips. He was worried that Bobo would suddenly wake up and kill Captain Hao and the others. He was also worried that Master Bomi's soul would return and come to the street to cause trouble for him.

Blow the whistle, call Zhao Bing'er, get on the carriage and go straight to the paper-making shop, wake up the owner of the paper-making shop who is closed and sleeping,

Write down the names of the five ghosts, buy two houses worth of paper money ingots and a paper-made foreign-style building, and burn the golden boy and girl first!

"Go buy more tributes and put them on display!"

Looking at the lit paper money, Zhao Zheng took out the banknote from his arms and handed it to the owner of the paper-making shop. The owner of the paper-making shop quickly ordered his clerk to buy the tribute.

Until those paper money and ingots, golden boys and girls, and paper mansions are almost burned, and the tributes are also placed.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the groups of dark figures running quickly outside the door, and walked out of the paper shop after a while. He was so grand,

These five ghosts should not care about his words. It will be much easier to invite those five ghosts next time, right?

after all,

He gave these five ghosts face like this!

Just as he was thinking about it, he came to the carriage and found that his servant was gone. Zhao Zheng curled his lips, took out the dagger from Xiu's sleeve and threw it into the carriage.

"Quickly, remember to strike sharply. He has been following me for so long, don't let him die in pain!"

"You... really think I don't dare to kill him!" Bobo held a dagger behind Zhao Bing'er's back and got off the carriage with an ugly expression.

"Well, if you die, I will let your brother go to study in the provincial capital. When he gets married, I will build him a three-room house, buy him a few maids and a dozen servants, and then give him Fifty acres of paddy fields, let him become a master!"

Zhao Zheng looked at Zhao Bing'er quietly. Zhao Bing'er's face turned pale, and the emotions in his eyes kept changing. He said hello, gritted his teeth and hit the dagger, which made Bobo stunned.

Just when she thought Zhao Bing'er would die, she felt her hand was empty, and Zhao Zheng snatched his dagger away.

"Master, I..."

Zhao Bing'er, who was not yet dead, looked at Zhao Zheng with a pale face. Zhao Zheng waved his hand and dragged the absent-minded Bobo into the carriage without looking back.

"Okay, I'll pay for your brother's tuition when he goes to the provincial capital to study, but you have to pay for his living expenses yourself. You should be able to afford it, right?"

"I can afford it, I can afford it, thank you, Master, thank you, Master!" Zhao Bing'er knelt down with red eyes and kowtowed heavily.

"Get up and drive back to my uncle's house!"

"Yes, Master!"

Zhao Binger stood up quickly, patted the dust on his body, wiped the blood from the wound on his forehead with his sleeve, got on the carriage and started driving.

Zhao Zhengze, who was in the carriage, looked at Bobo who had recovered from his daze: "Bing'er is actually a poor man. He lost his father when he was young, so his mother only supported his brothers to grow up. Later, he was forced to make a living. , Bing'er was sold by his mother to my Zhao family's house and became a servant..."

"You really don't need to hold him hostage, not to mention whether I care about his life or death, well, let's put it this way, for someone as pitiful as him, I still have twenty-one in my house, not counting those maids! "

Zhao Zheng said, paused, looked at the doubt in Bobo's eyes and said: "You can't redeem yourself by selling yourself, but you can sell it by others. It's not that Bing Er's mother is cruel, but only in this way can his family of three survive." !”

Looking at Bobo who was lost in thought, Zhao Zheng continued: "I am also very sad about your father's death, but I can't help it. I can't defeat the Taoist people. If your father joins forces, you also know that you How powerful my father is..."

"If you want me to repay you with my life, don't even think about it. It's impossible and unrealistic. Let's talk about something else. For example, I can build a temple for you... or..."

Zhao Zheng frowned and shouted "Stop", said to Zhao Bing'er, closed his eyes, and looked at Master Bomi who appeared next to him.

Or,

Master Bomi’s soul!

"father……"

Bobo cried and hugged Master Bomi. Bomi sighed softly, patted Bobo who was choking and crying, and looked at Zhao Zhengdao: "Please give our father and daughter some time alone!"

"can!"

Zhao Zheng got off the carriage and did not do anything to threaten Master Bomi by holding Bobo hostage. In his opinion, Master Bomi did not take action to deal with him immediately, which already meant that Master Bomi did not intend to cause trouble for him. .

After getting off the carriage, he asked Zhao Bing'er to go away so as not to disturb the reunion of Master Bomi and his daughter. Not long after, Master Bomi floated out of the carriage and came to his side.

"This matter can be revealed, but... you have to marry my daughter!" Master Bomi said, looking at Zhao Zheng intently.

"???"

No,

What on earth are you thinking?

You want to torture me through your daughter, right?

Zhao Zheng looked strange. Master Bomi sighed and glanced at the opened corner curtain of the carriage. "As soon as I die, my former enemies will definitely come to my door. Bobo alone, I'm afraid..." Master Bomi did not continue.

But he hesitated for a moment and said: "If you are willing to marry my daughter, I can teach you the Dharma that is not taught in our Dala Palace, the Great Heavenly Seal of Yama and the Great Wisdom Sutra of the Rebirth of Dakini Buddha, and you will be a fellow practitioner of Buddhism and Taoism by then. , I will definitely be able to dominate the younger generation like you!"

"Forget it, I'm... not interested in your daughter!" Zhao Zheng shook his head, looked at Master Bomi, paused and continued.

"But I can protect her, but I want both of the methods you mentioned!"

"Okay, but you have to swear!"

"Is it okay if I don't swear? Let's do this. I only want the Great Wisdom Sutra of the Rebirth of Dakini Buddha!" ​​Zhao Zheng said, and Master Bomi's eyelids jumped when he heard it. He suppressed his anger and said: "What do you say!"

"That should work!"

"..."

Master Bomi pondered for a while and stared into Zhao Zheng's eyes for a long time: "Okay, but you have to promise to protect my daughter!"

"She just needs to stop trying to kill me!"

"can!"

Master Bomi nodded, raised his big hand, and before he hit Zhao Zheng's brow, he was slapped away by Zhao Zheng: "You just said that this is a secret that will not be passed on. What will happen if you pass it on to me?"

"The soul is gone."

"..."

You are so cruel!

Zhao Zheng looked at Master Bomi for a while, then waved his hand helplessly: "Okay, I don't want it anymore, leave before I regret it. As for your daughter, I will take good care of her as much as possible!"

"Amitabha, thank you!"

Master Bomi proclaimed the name of Buddha, said thank you and disappeared. Zhao Zhengze called Zhao Binger and got on the carriage.

"Okay, stop crying, just follow me from now on!" Zhao Zheng said, and when he saw Bobo nodding, he added.

"I'm not marrying you, don't get me wrong!"

Forgive him for his good taste and big size, but Bobo has no figure or looks, and he has no interest at all. Bobo said with a dark face: "I know."

"It's good to know!"

Zhao Zheng nodded, looked at Bobo, compared it with his mute housekeeper Zhao Qiurong, and thought after realizing that it was not even close.

"Yes, let her also be a maid when the time comes. If it doesn't work out, she can just be the eldest among the maids!" Zhao Zheng thought,

As for being disobedient,

Jie Jie Jie...

Returning to Taoist Master Yimei's house, Zhao Zheng looked at the body of Master Bomi guarding the door and waited for Captain Hao and others. He took out the banknote and handed it to Captain Hao, who waved his hand quickly.

"Everything should be done!"

"Take it!"

"Oh……"

"Okay, let's go back and rest!"

Zhao Zheng waved his hand and watched Captain Hao and others leave. He glanced at Bobo, who was lying on Master Bomi's body and crying bitterly.

Zhao Zheng walked into the room and came to the bedroom. He scratched and pulled the itchy head with both hands. He silently looked at the half-skinned faces on the left and right, and began the journey of shedding.

For a few minutes, Zhao Zheng looked at his shed skin expressionlessly. He dressed the shed skin, folded it, put it into the storage space, checked the injury, and found that it was already healed. After that, Zhao Zheng Zheng silently recited the system,

As the blood flashes across my eyes,

Bloody fonts form subtitles!

Name: Zhao Zheng

Age: eighteen

Realm: 13800 days of foundation building and breaking the limit ()

Talent: Innate Dao Body·Thunder Gan (95%)…

Kung Fu: Maoshan Qingdadong True Sutra...

Gates of all realms: charging...

Item: Mission ID card × 2…

"After fighting with Taoist Mu, my mana increased by 800 rays, and the progress of the innate thunder spirit body increased by 5%!"

Cow breaking!

Come again...

Forget it, I won’t come!

Zhao Zheng shook his head. Mu Daoren's strength target was a bit too high for him. He felt that even if he brought out individual rockets and bombs, he would not be able to kill Mu Daoren.

Of course, the outcome of life or death is not certain, and he still has a trump card that he has not revealed yet. For example, his Spell of Essence and Chaos Qi Killing God Palm has not been used yet, and for example...

After reviewing the battle, Zhao Zheng felt that the chances of winning alone were still slim, so he fell silent and took a deep breath.

"Don't worry, I've only been practicing Taoism for more than two months!"

Zhao Zheng put away the system, took out the broken secret book from the Taoist Master from the storage space, and began to piece it together.

until,

He smelled a familiar smell...

Zhao Zheng opened the window and looked at Bobo who had burned his father's body on the street with his own hands. He was slightly silent.

He thought that he would forget about letting Bobo be the eldest among the maids, and would send this girl to the provincial capital to go to school so that she could learn some knowledge!

After closing the window, Zhao Zheng continued to fight while using his magic power to treat his own injuries. Soon, he spelled out a book called Tianxin Burial Magic!

"No, the sentence doesn't make sense!"

Zhao Zheng checked the storage space and made sure that there were no broken secrets left, then he frowned and read: "Heaven's heart is his own heart, bury the devil to survive, the inner demon sees the heart, watch the sky and take shape..."

"It still doesn't seem right!"

Zhao Zheng adjusted the word order, continued to think about it, and adjusted it again. After the eighth edition, he returned to the first edition.

He didn't mean anything else. He was just like Party A. After looking over it, he found that the first version was still pleasing to the eye. No, the first version was correct.

"Practice?"

forget it,

Let Uncle Jiu take a look later!

Zhao Zheng shook his head. He had already spelled out eight versions of the Tianxin Burial Magic alone. If he spelled it with the other two names, there would probably be twenty-four versions.

This is not because he is awesome, but because the secret book is too broken, and there are no punctuation marks, no matter how you spell it, it feels right.

But reading it...

It’s also quite suitable!

The key is,

This secret book can also be spelled with other titles!

Zhao Zheng put away what looked like one book but was actually at least twenty-four secret books. He opened the window and took a look at the gradually extinguishing flames outside.

He coughed with the people talking around him, which scared the people and went back to their homes. He closed the window, came to the memorial hall, dug out an empty urn, took it out of the house, and handed it to Bobo who was kneeling on the ground.

"Give!"

"Thank you!"

It seemed that because he had been crying for a long time, Bobo's voice was hoarse, and his nose was filled with tears and runny nose. Zhao Zheng frowned and took a step back.

He took out a handkerchief and handed it to Bobo, then stood quietly beside him, watching Master Bomi turn to ashes in the flames.

To be honest, he felt that his fever should have lasted longer than Master Bomi. Thinking of this, he shook his head!

"Who the hell took longer to burn..."

stupid……

never mind,

Don't curse!

Zhao Zheng looked at the extinguished flames quietly...

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