Liao Zhai's Refining God

Chapter 150 Schedule
"The Painted Skin Ghost must be eliminated." Wang Lin said firmly after a moment of thought.

"As the green flute said, either you don't provoke her, or you have to kill her. So, we can lure her out and kill her. This painted skin is very sinister and cunning, and it is difficult to lure her out, but she has been newly promoted to a congenital ghost. In addition, she is very conceited, so it may not be impossible, we can start with her conceited character."

Wang Lin pondered for a moment and continued: "I want to find a place that is close to the waters of the Qingjiang River that you refined, Xiaoxuan, so that you can cast spells; and it is far away from the nearby villages and towns to prevent the painted-skinned female ghost from jumping over the wall and devouring the souls of mortals to recover from injuries. We let out the wind, Just say that I am afraid that the painted skin female ghost will seek revenge and revenge, so I hide somewhere to cultivate and lure her to come."

"Master, there is a very suitable place, about 100 miles away from our place, in the southwest of Lihua Town, on a tributary of the Qingjiang River on the southeast side of Guyue Peak, a place called Sanliu Temple.

There used to be a Taoist temple, but now it is deserted, but the house is still there, and it has become an ownerless thing.The Taoist temple is not big, only one courtyard, facing the tributary of the Qingjiang River in front, and a small mountain next to the Guyuefeng Mountain Range in the back. The left and right sides of the Taoist temple are covered with tall willow trees, which is very hidden. "Nie Xiaoxuan said, showing the images there to Wang Lin and others through the altar with spiritual thoughts.

"This place is good!" Wang Lin nodded.

"It's really good. These willows grow near the waters of the Qingjiang River. I can transform them. Their branches can cause a lot of damage to ghosts." Green flute said.

"Sister Ludi, I thought those willows belonged to Yin. In addition, the place has little sunlight and is extremely cloudy. In order to prevent Painted Skin Ghost from using those willows to absorb Yin energy to recover from injuries, I still want to cut down these willows. You Why do you say it will cause harm to ghosts?" Nie Xiaoxuan asked puzzled.

"My sister doesn't know that although these willows by the water are yin, they are nourished by the water charm, and the inner wood charm is extremely pure and restrained, and it is not easy to be absorbed by ghosts. On the contrary, when these willows are used to beat ghosts, they can absorb them. Yin Qi weakens the cultivation base of ghosts. Not all woods with Yin attributes can nourish ghosts, but these willows are the nemesis of ghosts.

It's just that the painted skin ghost has a high level of cultivation, so it doesn't have much effect on it, but it will be different after being rebuilt and strengthened by my Yimu Qi, and it will also do great harm to the painted skin ghost. "Green flute has a deep understanding of wood qi, and explained it to Nie Xiaoxuan.

"The willow willow will kill ghosts and make you three inches shorter!" Wang Lin recalled some rumors in her previous life. Now that she heard what the green flute said, she felt a little thoughtful.

"This place is good!" Wang Lin also nodded.Since Wang Lin nodded, the place is considered settled.

"My lord, how do we lure that Painted Skin Ghost into taking the bait? After all, she is quite cunning." Nie Xiaoxuan said.

"There is a more suitable candidate. He will not be too tight-lipped, and it is easy to leak information, and it is easy to convince the painted skin female ghost." Wang Lin said with a faint smile.

"You mean the Land Lord of Qingsang Village?" Nie Xiaoxuan asked.

"He has good friends, and he often recites poems and paints together. As long as you tell him the news, it will definitely reach the ears of the painted skin ghost. Moreover, from his mouth, based on the relationship between him and me, the painted skin ghost will definitely not doubt it. So, during this period of time, you go to meet him, tell him that I am practicing in Sanliuguan, and imply that I am there to avoid the pursuit and revenge of the painted skin female ghost." Wang Lin said.

"What if the painted skin female ghost catches him, after all, he belongs to you, my lord." Nie Xiaoxuan did not continue.

"Haha, he's slippery and timid. If he doesn't get out of his divine realm, it's very difficult to catch him with the method of earth escape. So don't worry." Wang Lin said.

Afterwards, Nie Xiaoxuan went back and told Wang Jikang. In order not to make Wang Jikang suspicious, she naturally pretended not to go back and tell him exclusively.Instead, he went back to Qingshui Lake to fetch a few herrings to eat. After all, if Wang Jikang knew Wang Lin's plan, he would be too scared to go out, and the plan would be ruined.Moreover, Wang Lin loves to eat herring, and Wang Jikang also knows it.

And Wang Lin also came to Sanliu Temple with her green flute and Guan Lihua.Let Wang Daniu, Liu Ziyu and Green Snake guard Guyueju.

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The head of the willow on the moon.On a hill at the junction of Zhaozhuang and Qingsang Village, a gazebo was built here, with stone tables and benches inside. Every night when the moon is full, Wang Jikang would come here to have a small gathering with Zhaozhuang Landlord, and today is no exception. He came here early, and this was his only joy in being a land lord for so many years.

"Brother Jikang!" Wang Jikang was sitting in the gazebo admiring the two copybooks in his hands, when a figure emerged from the ground on the east side of the gazebo and greeted Wang Jikang.

"Brother Wenqing! Why are you so slow today?" Wang Jikang said a little displeased.

"Hehe, just now I went to meet the Landlord of Wujiawan, and found something good on his land boundary. It really opened my eyes." Zhao Wenqing, the Landlord of Zhaozhuang, approached happily.

"What good thing?" Wang Jikang asked with his eyes brightened.

"The authentic work of "Shanhe Fu" written by Wen Sheng." Zhao Wenqing said.

"How is it possible?" Wang Jikang exclaimed.

"I didn't believe it at first. I followed Wujiawan Land Master to find out that in an ancient tomb, it was carved on a huge jade wall. The handwriting, charm, and strength are really rare in a thousand years. The only original copy." Zhao Wenqing said.

"Have you got the rubbing?" Wang Jikang asked impatiently.

"No!" Zhao Wenqing shook his head.

"Brother Wenqing, you are not being kind. I got the handwriting of the authors of "Song of Righteous Qi" and "When Will the Moon Come" be the first time I gave it to you for appreciation, and you didn't make a rubbing copy for me to appreciate." Wang Jikang Immediately said like a discouraged ball.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that the old miser in Wujiawan doesn't allow it. Besides, he's very unkind, and those who go to watch the show have to offer three sticks of incense and wish power to let me in. I have been friends with him for many years. Forget it Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about him, so we won't be upset." Zhao Wenqing said.

"Brother Wenqing, can you take me to watch it?" Wang Jikang hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

"I remember, you have never left your God Realm. What happened today? You changed your gender." Zhao Wenqing laughed.

"Hehe, Wujiawan is not far away, it's next to your God Realm, and you and I have known each other for hundreds of years, so I still can't trust you. This is the only copy of the original work of Wen Sheng!" Wang Jikang said.

"It's true, the way of God is difficult. If you don't have this hobby, life will be really hard. Let's go, I will intercede with that miser, and maybe I can save you a stick of incense and fire vow power." Zhao Wenqing said.

"Wait a moment, I'll come back as soon as I get back." After Wang Jikang finished speaking, he disappeared in an instant.

When Wang Jikang disappeared, Zhao Wenqing immediately fluttered around the pavilion, looking extremely tangled.In the end, he couldn't help but clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind.

(End of this chapter)