Simultaneous travel: Each of me has a different golden finger

Chapter 87: Hardcore, Cultivation

A bolt of lightning as thick as a finger burst out and killed the female ghost.

"what!"

The female ghost let out a scream, and most of the negative energy in her body dissipated.

"Bai Jing!"

Uncle Jiu recognized the person and a look of joy flashed across his eyes.

"Master, please don't worry. Let me capture this evil spirit first."

Bai Jing jumped down from the high wall as light as a swallow. He pulled out the peach wood sword on his back and injected pure yang magic power into it, and the sound of the sword rang out.

"No!"

The female ghost showed a look of fear on her face. She felt that the Taoist who suddenly appeared was very powerful. She dragged her seriously injured body and flew towards the sky.

"Where to go."

"Tear!"

Bai Jing's eyes turned cold, and he waved his sword with a flash of golden light, completely splitting the female ghost's body into pieces, leaving her no chance of reincarnation.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for killing the century-old evil spirit and obtaining an iron rod. ]

"Master."

After resolving everything, Bai Jing came to Uncle Jiu with a smile on his face.

'Good boy, after not seeing you for three years, you can actually draw the thunder talisman!
The peach wood sword in his hand was wrapped in the power of thunder, and its peach color was deep. It seemed that it was made of lightning-struck wood that was at least a hundred years old.

The spirit is full and the breath is mellow. The cultivation has also made great progress. Good, good! '

Uncle Jiu looked Bai Jing up and down, and was extremely pleased to see his good disciple standing in front of him safely, but his expression changed when he started to talk about it.

"You still know how to come back!"

Uncle Jiu snorted coldly and turned his head away, thinking that he must make Bai Jing admit his mistake, otherwise he would not acknowledge him as his disciple!

He doesn't have to do anything else, just say sorry!
"Master, help!"

Qiu Sheng's screams were heard again in the house. Uncle Jiu's face changed slightly and he quickly pushed the door and ran in.

"Sharp tongue, soft heart, still the same as always."

Bai Jing smiled and walked into the house together.

Wencai's face turned blue, his fingernails were extremely long, and he was jumping and chasing Qiu Sheng.

"Tongtian Lu: Corpse-fixing Talisman."

Bai Jing stretched out his left hand, and the power of his soul condensed between his fingers. He pointed in the air, and a talisman was instantly drawn and flew towards Wencai.

"go with!"

When the corpse-stabilizing talisman was pasted on Wencai's head, he immediately calmed down and stopped moving.

Qiu Sheng felt relieved. He looked carefully and found that it was Bai Jing who attacked him instead of his master. He was overjoyed and said, "Big Brother!"

'Drawing talismans in mid-air, your cultivation has really increased greatly!'

Uncle Jiu's pupils trembled. Even he couldn't do this!
"Qiu Sheng, long time no see."

Bai Jing untied Qiu Sheng.

"Hey, that's right. It's been three years."

Qiu Sheng laughed, then thought of something, looked at Uncle Jiu who was checking Wencai's situation, and whispered in Bai Jing's ear.

"Big Brother, are you going to leave again after you come back this time? Master has missed you so much over the years!"

Uncle Jiu immediately pricked up his ears. People who practice Taoism have sharp hearing and sharp eyes. No matter how low Qiu Sheng’s voice was, how could he not hear it?

'You're so talkative!'

Uncle Jiu cursed in his heart and his hands unconsciously became more violent. If Wencai hadn't been on the verge of becoming a corpse and losing all consciousness, he would have cried out in pain.

"Lets see."

Bai Jing said ambiguously.

A look of disappointment flashed across Uncle Jiu's eyes.

"Oh."

Qiu Sheng scratched his head and asked, "Where is the female ghost just now?"

"killed."

Bai Jing looked calm.

"My Xiaoyu!"

"Good kill! Otherwise she would have sucked you dry!"

Uncle Nine interrupted.

"But she and I are in love with each other!"

Qiu Sheng was heartbroken.

"Humans and ghosts are different, so try to be more positive." Bai Jing touched his nose, pulled Qiu Sheng out of the house, took out three dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into his hand.

"This is my compensation to you. It's enough for you to go to Yihong Courtyard and have some fun a few times."

"Brother, what are you talking about? We have a deep bond as brothers. It's just a female ghost. I'll just kill her!"

Qiu Sheng was beaming with joy. Although he failed to become a Taoist, he had learned Sichuan Opera face-changing without any instruction.

The eldest brother is always generous when he spends money, unlike the master who is stingy.

"Go ahead. If you don't come home, your aunt will be worried."

"Okay."

Qiu Sheng rode his 28-inch bicycle towards the village.

After sending Qiu Sheng away, Bai Jing walked into the house.

"Bai Jing, help me take a look. Wencai has drunk a lot of glutinous rice porridge, but he still looks like this."

Uncle Jiu frowned.

"You know that rice shops in and outside the village often shortchange people and mix different kinds of rice."

Bai Jing grabbed a handful of rice from the rice bag and handed it to Uncle Jiu.

"Glutinous rice is mixed with sticky rice, no wonder!"

Uncle Jiu suddenly understood.

Glutinous rice has the effect of restraining zombies and preventing corpse poison, but if other types of rice are mixed in it, its effect will be greatly reduced.

"Brother Xiaobai, you're back!"

Ren Tingting, who was hiding in the room, peeked out and looked at Bai Jing's handsome figure with a red face.

"It's Tingting. We haven't seen each other for ten years."

Bai Jing sighed.

Then the three of them started picking out the glutinous rice grains one by one from the rice bag. Wencai's condition was critical and there was no time to waste.

After half an hour of picking and choosing, they finally got together a bowl of glutinous rice. Uncle Jiu used the snake venom to remove the poison from Wencai's body, and the condition was alleviated.

"You come with me."

Uncle Jiu walked forward in silence without explaining.

The two came to the ancestral temple.

Bai Jing understood, burned three incense sticks, made a spell with his hands, and stepped forward respectfully.

"Greetings to the Grandmaster."

A ray of spiritual light descended from the statue, fell on Bai Jing, and quickly returned to the statue. Nothing else happened.

"Master, now you can rest assured, it's genuine!"

Bai Jing turned around in front of Uncle Jiu.

"You are the only one who is smart!"

Although Uncle Jiu looked stern, he actually breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

When a disciple of Maoshan Mountain enters the sect, a trace of his soul will be guided to the statue of the ancestor, which can be regarded as a deposit in front of the ancestor in the upper realm.

In this way, when you ascend to heaven, you will know that this is your own child and you can take care of it.

On the other hand, this is also a symbol of status. If one is worried that one of his disciples has been possessed by another, he can bring him here for identification.

When Uncle Jiu saw Bai Jing displaying his supernatural powers, he became suspicious.

Bai Jing possesses a pure yang spirit, which makes him a first-rate aptitude for practicing Taoism, but he is also coveted by those old monsters whose lifespan is coming to an end.

Not only that, if a ghost general who has achieved great success in Yin God swallows Bai Jing, he will be able to cultivate into Yang God in an instant and reach the realm of Yang God!

Even if it is not a ghost general, the pure yang spirit is also a great tonic for ordinary ghosts.

Bai Jing was born into a wealthy family, and this was one of the reasons why his parents sent him to his charity cemetery to practice Taoism.

"Tell me what you have done in the past three years."

Uncle Jiu sat down leisurely, already impatient to hear about Bai Jing's great achievements.

"It's nothing, I just gained a lot from traveling all the way..."

Seeing Bai Jing talking freely, Uncle Jiu felt even more relieved.

It was a blessing for him to be able to teach such a disciple.

“Your magic power is of pure Yang, with astonishing power and incomparable purity.

But the price is that while you spend time cultivating one strand of pure yang power, others can cultivate three strands of power, which is quite difficult.

I estimated that if you want to reach the realm of a Taoist, you must be at least forty years old, but today I see that you are full of vigor and energy, and resemble Haoyang.

Tell me honestly, what is your current level of cultivation?"

A glimmer of hope flashed across Uncle Jiu's face.

(End of this chapter)