I preached in the Six Dynasties

Chapter 94 Exorcism
Li Yudao shook his hand in front of the statue, "Senior?"

The broken statue remained motionless, Li Yu shook his head lightly and sighed.

"The world is difficult, even the gods can't protect themselves"

After much deliberation, it is safest to go back to Bianliang, at least Lin Lingsu will cover things up.

Wandering outside alone, at some point, he was found by the bald donkeys.

Zuo Ci has become a celestial being, capable of all kinds of strange magic tricks, and even being chased like a dog in mourning, let alone himself.

Bianliang, as the largest city in the Six Dynasties, and the ghost market with mixed fish and dragons, coupled with the loosest management in the Song Dynasty, made it full of strange people from all over the world in the Six Dynasties.

Zuo Ci, Da Qiao, and Bai Mao all chose to hide in Bianliang, and there were others that Li Yu didn't know about.

Lin Lingsu directly launched a war against Daxiangguo Temple this time, and the turmoil may be so great that many people may come forward.

Bianliang, it's going to be a mess soon.
Li Yu found a clean place to sit down with a heavy heart, asked Jin Lian to take out the clay figurine, and asked, "Is there a prescription for getting rid of the curse?"

"Have."

Li Yu was overjoyed, Zuo Ci was indeed worthy of offending tens of thousands of wizards, he turned his hands behind the little clay figurine, and asked, "Can this be solved?"

"No."

There are two heavens of sorrow and joy.

"Your uncle, isn't this a curse?"

"No."

Li Yu felt cold all over, and asked cautiously: "What will happen if you don't care about it?"

"Death." The little clay figurine's answer was still so concise.

Li Yuteng sat up suddenly, walked to the altar, held Zuo Ci's hand, "Senior, save me, save me!"

“Beware of people coming from outside”
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"Uncle Shi, what do you think we are so unlucky, in this rainy day, we were chosen to clean up this thing..." One of them raised his head, looked at the sky, and muttered.

This is a young man with a fluffy mouth that has just grown a beard. It can be seen that he attaches great importance to his beard. It is neatly combed and shiny.

The older one glared at him, and reprimanded him: "You bastard, you are so good at getting cheap, if your father and I know each other well, do you think you can get the job this time? This time, it is a meritorious service to catch the young one." But there is no danger, how many people in the temple were sent to arrest Zuo Ci, most of them were killed or injured."

The elder man in coir raincoat had a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest. Although he could not see his head was bald with the coir raincoat hat on, he was a monk. His beard was already grey, but his face was rosy and his eyes were piercing. The exposed muscles are tight, all showing the old monk's health.

From the appearance, the two people are very similar, especially with beards.

"Yes, yes," the young monk complimented with a hippie smile. The old monk has been very kind to him since he was a child.At first, I thought it was because he was an old friend with my father, but as I got older and resembled him more and more, rumors and rumors started to increase.Suddenly one day, his father died inexplicably, and the old monk took him into the monastery and became a young monk.

At first, he resisted a little, but after entering Xiangguo Temple, he realized the benefits of being a monk. The prosperity and wealth are at his fingertips, and he also has the opportunity to cultivate the Dao, which is simply the best thing in the world.

After a while, the young man lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Master, who are we going to kill this time?"

"The nameless one."

The young monk was a little disappointed, "Isn't that a poor ghost, he won't get any benefits after killing him."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of crashing rain drowned out the surroundings. The elderly monk looked around vigilantly.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

"Didn't you smell something strange?"

The young monk sniffed vigorously, "No, what kind of smell."

"The smell of blood."

The closer to the mountain temple, the thicker the surrounding trees, and the rising mist seems to block the rain.

The two monks in coir raincoats approached slowly, and all the corpses on the ground disappeared.

A thunderbolt flashed across the sky, and the door of the mountain temple opened without wind.

The two monks looked at each other and walked in. The bonfire on the ground exuded warmth and sparks, and there was a faint aroma of barbecue.

Beside the campfire, there are three sitting marks, one of which is wet and muddy.

The old monk took off his straw hat and looked around the temple. He took out a pearl from his bosom, and suddenly the temple was as bright as day, and everything could be seen in a panoramic view.

"People have just left, but there are no traces outside."

"Maybe it was washed away by the heavy rain." The young monk said angrily, "I have to chase again."

The old monk frowned all the time, his voice was a little hoarse, he squeezed his fingers tightly, twisted the beads in his hand, and said, "Maybe he didn't escape."

"That's great. If he really didn't escape and saved our journey, I'll leave him a whole body." The young monk said with a smile.

A drop of water dripped from his cap.
His smile remained on his face for a while, and suddenly his face changed drastically, but he couldn't say a word.

Because a hole suddenly appeared in his throat, which was getting bigger and bigger, and slowly split open.

The water droplets that should have fallen on the ground turned into icicles and stuck into his throat.

The old monk was shaken all over, water splashed everywhere, and his coir raincoat burst, revealing his iron-like upper body.

He didn't even look at the corpse of the young monk on the ground, his muscles stretched out and he stood shirtless.

All the stone slabs in his square meter were broken, and the ground was sunken.As the gravel splashed, a powerful shock wave spread out, and the furnishings in the temple suddenly jumped and fell heavily again.

Dozens of water thorns hit his body, making a squeaky sound.

"Old monk, good skills." From behind the mountain god statue, a young man walked out, it was Li Yu.

"I underestimated you." The old monk clasped his hands together and stared at Li Yu like a falcon, "But today is still your death day."

Li Yu ignored him, but instead yelled at the statue, "Senior, I'm sorry."

As soon as the words fell, two vines were seen, and the roof of the temple was lifted off.The heavy rain covered the entire temple in a timely manner. The clay statue sitting on the altar suddenly stood up and cursed, "It's fine to live in someone else's house, but you still demolish it. Do you have any morals?"

After speaking, the idol ran away and quickly disappeared into the forest.

The old monk was taken aback. He thought he still had strong support, but he felt a little relieved when he saw the statue fleeing.

The kid in front of him, the temple has very complete information about him, he is a alchemist, and he cheats money by selling fake amulets on weekdays.He often squeezes a fireball in his hand to scare ordinary people, but other than that, he has nothing to do.

The heavy rain was pouring down, Li Yu smiled and said: "Master, you are standing in the muddy field against me in the rainy jungle. To be honest, I haven't felt so happy since I learned the three tricks of thick soil, water and green wood. "

His appearance was very rampant, his hands and feet were shaking, and even his eyebrows were trembling, which was quite different from his usual cautiousness when facing the enemy. However, the monk had never seen Li Yu before, so he couldn't tell anything unusual, he just regarded him as young and frivolous.

"Evil heretics, everyone gets it and punishes them!"

The old monk had a dignified appearance, and his eyebrows were cold. Li Yu looked at his appearance of slaying demons and demons, and even he hesitated for a moment.

Am I really a demon?
Lao Tzu exorcises evil spirits, catches ghosts, cures illnesses and saves people, and also helps Da Song subdue evil stars and eradicate bandits. How could he become evil spirits?

Not to mention being a saint, this is also a man of good morals.

"Old bald donkey, you're really good at pretending, almost washed me out."

　I had something to do yesterday, only one chapter was updated, today I will make up the third update
　　
　
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