I am against feudal superstition, so I light incense on my midnight rice!

Chapter 62 Lin Zhengxiong: A little Ming Jin guy is also here to compete?

"In fact, the Shangqing Dadong Sutra has always been in the hands of my Lin family's ancestors, and no one has been able to take this technique away from my ancestors!"

"But my Lin family's ancestor also paid with his life for this."

If it weren't for that bloody storm, his Lin family wouldn't have ended up like this. If they had some background left, his father wouldn't have died facing the Ghost King, and Wan'er wouldn't have been in any harm either!

Success depends on the Shangqing Dadong Sutra, and failure also depends on the Shangqing Dadong Sutra.

"What on earth have you encountered that made you take out all this technique?" Wang Zheng also realized that things seemed a little tricky at this moment.
"A ghost king!" Lin Zhengxiong looked up at Wang Zheng
"What the hell? Are you sure it's the Ghost King? The Yin energy on your daughter is indeed very scary, but..." Wang Zheng asked uncertainly

"It's the Ghost King." Jiang Chen slowly spoke.

He turned around and looked at the huge Yin-Yang pattern on the wall, and several people looked at Jiang Chen's back.

If Jiang Chen can't deal with the Ghost King, then Lin Wan'er really has no hope.

As for the old Taoist priest at the Tianshi Mansion?
He thought he didn't have enough face to ask the old Taoist priest for help.

At that time, their Lin family already owed the old Taoist priest a huge favor.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for triggering the mission. How dare a mere Ghost King act so violently? Please, host, slay the Ghost King and protect the last innate Dao body in the world. Mission completion reward: Complete the Shangqing Dadong Sutra!]

Lin Zhengxiong looked at Jiang Chen's back, and when he saw Jiang Chen was silent for a long time, the last glimmer of hope in his eyes disappeared.

"Master Jiang is indeed Lin."

"You two will stay here. I will protect your daughter, Lin Wan'er!"

Before Lin Zhengxiong could finish his words, Jiang Chen suddenly turned around and looked at the two of them.

At this moment, Jiang Chen's body seemed to emit endless light, dispelling the despair in Lin Zhengxiong's heart, and Lin Zhengxiong showed excitement.

"Master Jiang, are you serious?" Lin Zhengxiong's eyes instantly turned red, and his hands were shaking.

Jiang Chen nodded faintly with a smile on his face.

"Master, doesn't that mean the two of us are going to kill the Ghost King again?"

"You're in charge of the killing, and I'll be in charge of the quacking behind you!"

Wang Zhengze looked somewhat excited.

The last time he recovered to the peak of Rank A, it had not been long, and he had not yet practiced the core Taoist method of the True Dragon Taoist Temple, the Puhua Tianzun Thunder Method!
So last time I could only use the inkstone to deal with the corpse puppet.

Lin Zhengxiong clenched his fists fiercely. With the combined strength of a Heavenly Master and a peak-level A-rank Taoist priest, if the Ghost King dared to come again, he would be reduced to ashes!

"Let your daughter lie down on the bed and rest. If it weren't for your daughter's special physique, anyone else would have died long ago from such a terrifying Yin Qi entering their body."

"Yes, Master Jiang."

Lin Wan'er fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

She was already weak and after the long flight, she couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

"Your daughter is very weak now, it's a good time for her to rest. Please tell me what happened." Several people turned and walked towards the door.

Lin Zhengxiong took out a box of Dragon cigarettes and handed a cigarette to Jiang Chen and Wang Zheng.

There are also many Taoist high-ranking officials who smoke. Taoism emphasizes freedom of movement and does not have too many precepts.

"Click~" the lighter ignites
Lin Zhengxiong first lit the dragon cigarette for Jiang Chen and Wang Zheng, and then lit the dragon cigarette for himself.

The cigarette butt instantly ignited, a small ball of red light appeared, and a wisp of green smoke curled up. After taking a deep breath, the cigarette quickly burned a small part. The three of them just smoked at the door, the scene was a bit awkward.

Lin Zhengxiong's eyes seemed to become a little blurred with the drifting smoke, and he seemed to be immersed in a kind of thoughts that belonged only to him. With every breath he took, he seemed to be releasing some unspeakable emotions.

"More than 20 years ago, my wife passed away after giving birth to Wan'er. My father said that Wan'er's fate was too special and her mother couldn't control it."

"That night at midnight, a large group of ghosts in black robes broke into our house. Leading them was the Ghost King. It injured my father and forced Wan'er to enter into a ghost marriage contract at the age of twenty!"

"We couldn't stop it. Later, my father visited his former friends, hoping they would help him. But as soon as those ungrateful guys heard about the Ghost King, they all turned away!"

"My father was furious, but he could do nothing. On the night of Wan'er's twentieth birthday, the Ghost King arrived as promised, still with a group of ghost soldiers!"

"But the Ghost King never imagined that the younger generation of the Lin family would be afraid of it. My father, the village elders, and I prepared everything to deal with the Ghost King. In the end, the Ghost King was seriously injured. The Ghost King was afraid of my father, but he didn't know that my father was also at the end of his strength."

"Finally, it made an agreement with my father to perform a ghost marriage in five years. My father forced it to buy Wan'er five years of life."

"We didn't compromise, and these five years were just a delay. My father told me to find a way to save Wan'er. He has done his best."

"And the Ghost King appeared again two days ago, but it recovered from its injuries within five years. I know it will never let my Lin family go."

Lin Zhengxiong told Wan'er everything, because all the elders of the entire Lin Village were dead.

So Lin Zhengxiong worked like crazy to make money to repay the descendants of the Lin family elders.

He has been practicing martial arts desperately over the years, but during that battle, Yin Qi filled his body. Although he has recovered, he still has hidden injuries that cannot be healed.

His martial arts realm can no longer reach the level of Baodan!
"I see." Jiang Chen nodded slightly.

At this moment, a car stopped outside the door and Shen Ge, wearing a Batman mask, got out of the car.

"This is the shop rented by Mr. Jiang, right?" Brother Shen glanced at the shop and then his eyes fell on the few people smoking.

"???"

“Do Taoist priests smoke?”

"What's wrong? You're the only one allowed to smoke, but the Taoist priest isn't? Not only does the Taoist priest smoke, but he smokes even better than you. What's wrong with that?!"

"This scene is so funny!"

"Huh? Isn't that Lin Zhengxiong, the chairman of the Lin Group? How did he appear here with Master Jiang?"

"Brother Shen, go and fight the fakes! The brothers in the live broadcast room are watching!"

Lin Zhengxiong put out his cigarette, raised his eyebrows, glanced at Brother Shen, and then looked away.

Just a little guy at the peak of Ming Jin, not worth mentioning.

"Who is Master Jiang? Brother Shen, the Batman of the live broadcast, is here to visit and exchange martial arts!" Brother Shen strode up to Jiang Chen and the others and asked in a serene voice.
Jiang Chen:? ? ?
Wang Zheng: Is this guy here to make people laugh?
Lin Zhengxiong: I admire your courage.

Wang Zheng spat out the cigarette with an unhappy look on his face. The cigarette turned into a black afterimage and shot into the grass like a bullet.

"Discussion?"

"You are welcome to visit and spar with me at the Demon Suppression Temple, but you are not qualified to challenge the headmaster. Let me test your skills." Wang Zheng walked out

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, and Lin Zhengxiong didn't even blink.

A guy at the peak of Ming Jin is indeed a superman in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of the three of them, he does not arouse the slightest interest at all.

(End of this chapter)