Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 948
The pudgy meditator of the underworld, with a smile on his face, was about to use the annihilation technique on Yang Wu.

Suddenly Yang Wu shouted: "Wait a minute, you are a cultivator of the underworld, and I am a judge and servant. Our two schools are close to each other. Why do you come to harm me?"

The meditator sighed and said: "I am also troubled by this matter, but since I have come, I can't return empty-handed."

Yang Wudao: "You can't go back empty-handed, you should bring something else back, you see in my package, there are silver, charms, magical instruments, and all kinds of theater props,

If you like it and choose it yourself, even if you take the whole luggage away, I don't care about it with you. "

The meditator snorted coldly: "What do you care about with me? Do I care about your broken things? You treat me as a groceries collector, just take some broken things and throw them away?"

"Broken thing?" Yang Wu raised his eyes and said, "Look at it before it's too late, how can it be a broken thing, let's not talk about anything else, the pair of rubs and music in my bag was made by Master Li Fusheng himself."

This pair of Mohe Le is indeed Yang Wu's most precious possession. He also knew that the other party would not be interested, but he couldn't think of anything else that could attract the other party's attention.

He needs time, he needs to infuse Yin Qi into the puppet.

The meditator sneered: "You have to be careful when bragging, but you're not afraid to flash your tongue when you're windy. Li Fusheng's massage and music are hard to come by. There are no genuine products that are handed down in the world!"

expert!

I really didn't expect this meditator to have a lot of research on theatrical equipment.

Yang Wu hastily made a provocative sentence: "I didn't see the real product because you didn't have the fate. The package is in that compartment. Just open it and have a look. I'll let you open your eyes today!"

The meditator looked at the package, and there was an unconcealable longing in his eyes.

"Is it real?"

"It's an expert or an outsider, let's see your eyesight!" Yang Wu was sure that this meditator was about to fall for it.

The meditator hesitated for a long time, but still opened the bag.

When he carefully picked up the pair of puppets, a gleam of light suddenly appeared on his gloomy face.

"This is the real thing!"

The one in Yang Wu's hands is indeed genuine.

Because Li Fusheng is Li Shabai, this pair of massage and music was given to Yang Wu by Li Shabai himself.

Mohele is the most high-end type of theater equipment. Some people say it was passed from Fanxiao to Daxuan, and some say it was passed from Daxuan to Fanxiao. In short, in these two countries, Mohele is unshakable. King of plays.

To put it simply, Mohele is actually a wooden puppet, but this puppet is refined to a certain extent.

Take the pair of Mo He Le in Yang Wu's hands as an example. The puppet is one foot six in height, and the puppet has all the joints in the human body.

The lips can open and close, the waist can shake, and even the toes can move. This craftsmanship alone cannot be imitated by craftsmen who make fakes.

There is also a layer of gelatin on Mo Hele's body that will last forever.These ointments are soft and delicate to the touch, just like human skin.

This is just the main body of the puppet, not counting the dresses and accessories specially customized by Li Shabai for Mohele.

A Mohele is wearing a skirt and holding a folding umbrella in his hand.

The other Mohele is wearing dark clothes and holding a jasmine plant in his hand.

There is still fragrance on jasmine.

The meditator's hands trembled, but tears rolled in his eyes.

"This is a good thing, I really saw it."

Yang Wu nodded and said: "Not only did you see me, but you are also lucky today. As long as we don't hurt our friendship, I will give you this pair of Mo He Le."

He was still inflating the puppet in his hand.

He didn't dare to charge too fast, for fear that the other party would notice.

The meditator wiped away his tears, and looked at Yang Wu in a daze: "Should I say it or not, you are a sincere person, if I accept your Mo He Le, I shouldn't hurt your life again."

"That's right! This is meeting a reasonable person!" Although the other party was reasonable, Yang Wu was still sending Yin Qi to the puppet.

The meditator looked at Yang Wudao: "But if I don't move you, the things I promised others will be nothing."

"What did you promise to others? Is it more important than this massage and music?" The puppet was almost full of yin.

The meditator sighed and said, "It's embarrassing, this matter is important, and so is Mohe Le. Otherwise, I won't kill you. You go to the Yin Division with me, and I will accept you as a disciple. This Mohe Le is yours." What do you think of the apprentice ceremony?"

Yang Wu shook his head and said: "It's not right to be your disciple, I have a teacher."

"Is your master better than me?"

Bigger than you?How are you?

My teacher...

Yang Wu also couldn't tell what level his master was, he didn't even know the cultivation level of his ancestor.

"It's not impossible to join your family." Yang Wu had to stabilize him first, "But I have to discuss it with the judge. After all, I am a servant, and the slave ghost jade is still in his hands."

The meditator smiled and said, "That's all right, you don't need to discuss it with anyone, I'll go back and find a copy of the "Record Book" and give you a new identity."

It seems that this may really be a ghost emperor, and the "Recorder Book" of the capital officer of the underworld will be changed as soon as it is said.

Yang Wu pursed his lips and said, "It's not good to leave without saying goodbye."

The meditator sighed deeply: "I think you are unwilling, and I don't want to force others, that's all, I don't want this massage and music, I still want your life."

In fact, he didn't have to be so entangled, he just killed Yang Wu, and then took Mo Hele away.

But this meditator was very polite, he put a pair of Mohe Le back into the package intact, looked at Yang Wu in a blink of an eye and said: "You let me see the rare treasure once, and I will let you die happily .”

The corners of his eyes trembled, and just as he was about to perform his technique, the puppet on the table flew towards him, kicking and hitting him in the face.

The meditator retreated again and again, taking advantage of the slack in the opponent's mind and the distance, Yang Wu tried his best to break free from the technique of drawing the ground as a prison.

He wanted to run away immediately and fight Ming Dao, he was at a disadvantage.

Even if you have to fight, you have to bring helpers. Chu He and Niu Yuxian are both fifth-rank, and they are good helpers in both offense and defense.

Yang Wu rushed to the door, and found that the door was tightly closed, no matter whether he used spells or brute force, he couldn't open it.

It doesn't matter if you don't go through the door, let's go through the wall.

The wall can't be pierced, no matter if you use spells or ghost talents, if you pass through halfway, you will definitely be bounced back.

Even if he used the method of longevity soul that Lao Chang taught him, and turned into a mist, he still couldn't get out of this room.

What kind of method is this, so powerful?

Is this really a ghost emperor?

The meditator grabbed the puppet made by Yang Wu.

In fact, he could destroy the puppet as long as he shot casually, but he couldn't bear it, because the puppet's crafting method was really good.

The meditator sighed, "Let's discuss it again, I really want to accept you as my disciple."

Yang Wu didn't have the heart to discuss with him, and formed a circle of Yin Qi to protect himself first, and then threw out dozens of paper figurines to fight with the meditator.

He threw out a handful of puppets the size of a bean, and looked around the room for an exit.

He also tapped the painting on his chest to deliver letters to Xu Zhiqiong, Chu He and Niu Yuxian.

The meditator couldn't help admiring: "Regardless of the combat power, none of my disciples is as outstanding as you in this regard."

He stepped into Yang Wu's magic circle step by step, almost without any obstacles, the paper figurine circled around him, gradually lost his fighting spirit, and stood in a row, following behind him like a waiter.

The bean puppet was still searching around, but it still couldn't find a crack.

The meditator slightly frowned and said, "What's the source of your qi? Such pure yin qi is really rare. Don't you practice yin and yang?
In this way, you tell me the Daomen, and I will think about it carefully, is there any other way to deal with this matter! "

The cultivator of the underworld was getting closer and closer to Yang Wu. Yang Wu suddenly threw out two wooden figurines in yellow and blue clothes. Beating, singing and singing together, singing the minor tunes of Yuanzhou area.

"I'm so tired!"

"Hi!"

"I'm so tired!"

"Hi!"

"I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it!"

This hammer is of average power, but this song is terrible, every single word, the meditator who sings the meditation is upset and his veins are throbbing.

He was about to use a spell to take away the spirituality of the pair of villains, when a thousand chariots suddenly fell from the midair and hit the meditator's head.

This Qianqian chariot is powerful, it can pierce through a person's celestial spirit cap while spinning rapidly, and it can't get rid of it.

He Qingye used this kind of chariot to kill officials.

Yang Wu's Qianqianche is even more powerful, but he didn't expect it to kill the practitioner of the Underworld.

He just hoped to delay some more time and give him a chance to escape.

But the meditation practitioner didn't want to procrastinate any longer, he scratched his scalp, a lump grew on the top of his head, and pushed Qianqian up.

Thousands of carts landed in the palm of his hand, still spinning, the meditator nodded and said: "I like your theater sets so much, I will take you to Yinsi now, whether you agree or not."

With a wave of the meditator's hand, all the magic circles were destroyed, and all the theater tools were deprived of their spirituality and stopped moving.

Yang Wu shot out a mouthful of Yin Qi, which was easily blocked by the meditator of the Underworld, and directly slapped Yang Wu's face with Yin Qi.

Yang Wu was completely powerless to fight back.

This is not only restraint in talent, but also crushing in cultivation.

The meditator came to Yang Wu, grabbed Yang Wu's shoulder, and was about to take him away. Suddenly, the wooden figure in yellow clothes came up to him, raised his hammer and shouted: "You are so stupid!"

Bang!
This hammer hit the head of the meditator of the meditation, and a lump grew on the forehead of the meditator of the meditation.

He didn't grow this bag on his own initiative, it was hammered out by the villain in yellow.

But he said that all the theater equipment can't be moved, how can this little man in yellow still move?
The meditation cultivator was very surprised, he didn't expect Yang Wu to have a backup.

The yellow clothes and the blue clothes, this pair of villains have other organs in their bodies, which can store some yin energy.

Although Shicai said that his spirituality was taken away by the meditator of the meditation, he couldn't move anymore, but relying on this yin energy, the little man in yellow got his spirituality back and launched a successful sneak attack.

But with just this hammer, he could smash a bag, so naturally he couldn't kill this meditator.

The meditator was enraged, and with a wave of his hand, the whole room turned into a sea of ​​flames, hot molten iron rippled on the ground, and red-hot sharp blades flew on the wall.

The skill of ten thousand punishments!

Yang Wu has seen the technique of ten thousand punishments, all imaginable tortures, Yang Wu has a strategy to resolve them.

Only this time, he couldn't resolve it, no matter how much Yin Qi he injected, the hot molten iron and the red-hot blade did not cool down.

In desperation, Yang Wu pulled out his beloved bamboo horse from the cloth bag, and ran wildly on the molten iron.

It was only a moment to last a moment, Yang Wu desperately dealt with this meditator of the underworld.

The meditator completely lost his patience, he tore off a piece of paper from the hanging picture on the wall, put it in the molten iron and burned it, and splashed the ashes of the paper on Yang Wu.

Paper dust fell on Yang Wu's body, forming a round pattern.

Yang Wu was startled, this is a sign!

He's going to suck his soul out!

Many of Yang Wu's techniques rely on his own physique, and he has no power to resist when his soul is drawn.

But the mark has been left.

How can I stop the opponent's technique?
Yang Wu couldn't think of a way, so he was caught without a fight.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, and the door of the guest room was kicked open.

A tall figure stood at the door.

Is it Chu He?

No, a little shorter than Chu He.

Master sister?
nor...

Is this...

"Thousand households!" Yang Wu burst his throat excitedly.

Wu Xu smiled at Yang Wu: "At least I have improved, and I haven't lost the face of our yamen."

The meditation practitioner looked at Wu Xu, frowned and said, "Wei Yi Xingjun, I really didn't expect you to come."

Wu Xu smiled and said: "Shi Su, this is my brother, if you offend him, please bear with me."

(End of this chapter)