The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 69
In an instant.

The dark clouds in the sky continued to collide, and within three feet of the stone sculpture, a torrent of rain poured down.

Acid rain... Xu Ping saw it at a glance.

I saw the raindrops falling on the ferocious beasts, like sulfuric acid all over the sky, instantly corroding the dozens of ferocious beasts, turning them into pools of blood.

With so many protected animals and so many animal skins, you are really a prodigal.

Putting aside his subconscious thoughts, Xu Ping saw that the stone sculpture was in the acid rain. After sustaining it for a few breaths, the red cloth above his head suddenly flew up and grew against the wind. Obviously, he couldn't stand the erosion of the acid rain.

The true colors of stone carvings have also been revealed.

The head that looked up to the sky had no ears, eyes, or nose, and only a crack representing the mouth on its face, like an afterimage that existed in ancient times.

It's so ugly... Xu Ping rushed over again, and quickly cast the witch spell: Yan Sha Locking Curse.

This mantra can be used to subdue the enemy, but it was cast by him at this time, like the golden light mantra of Taoism, protecting the whole body.

Surrounded by a cloud of black smoke, he stepped into the acid rain and pierced through the air with two daggers.

The stone carving seemed to come alive in an instant, the cracks stretched wide, like opening a bloody mouth, and the stench came out through the body.

Xu Ping was dizzy for a while, held his breath, and controlled the sword with Qi, and the two short swords flew out of his hands again, turning into two sharp lights, and shot directly into the hideous stinking mouth.

"boom!"

Like firecrackers exploding, the stone carvings shattered in an instant, and the broken stones flew across, like fragments of an explosion, but they couldn't break through the black smoke surrounding Xu Ping.

Since he could block the rapid-fire gravel, blocking bullets shouldn't be a problem...Xu Ping analyzed his strength and gained a new understanding of his own strength.

……

The dust and mist dissipated, the rain rested and the clouds collected.

In the mess all over the place, Xu Ping held two swords, and the black smoke scattered around him, revealing his handsome appearance, like the moonlight breaking through the dark clouds.

"This stone carving is not difficult to deal with, but it's a pity that the power of the incense and fire has been shaken away, but it's okay, anyway..."

Xu Ping's thoughts were still not settled, and he didn't want to be in a trance for a while, and the Yin-Yang Illustrated Book suddenly appeared.

Slay evil gods: Wutongshen.

Reward: Killing God.

Xu Ping:? ? ?
……

Zhao House.

Zhao Fangshuo was lying on the bed, stroking the wound on his thigh, and there were waves of pain, and what he felt was endless joy.

Pain and happiness.

After 300 years of practice, he finally got rid of the evil spirit and was able to completely transform into a human form.

There is only one thing to do right now, revive the loved one, and live the life of a fairy couple from now on.

At this time, he can only say that he used to be a Wutong god, but now he is a real person, existing in the world as a human being.

He was grinning, suddenly, his heart throbbed, and his expression changed drastically.

One turned over and jumped up from the bed, only to see the dark clouds rolling in the distant sky, as if there were raindrops falling down like sharp arrows.

His eyes flickered, and various complex emotions flashed one by one, and finally turned into a ball of anger burning in his chest.

"The stone carving was destroyed..."

After all, they were from the same source, his heart ached, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Although the stone sculpture that has been stripped of most of its power is not weak, it is not something everyone can deal with.

Moreover, if the incense of the fierce beasts in the mountains is enough in time, it is unknown that a brand new Wutong God driven by him will be born.

But now everything is destroyed.

Knowing that rushing over at this time would be futile, and even ruined the plan, Zhao Fangshuo looked around the Zhao Mansion indifferently, urgently needing to vent his emotions of burning all inside.

Finally, through the thick night, he saw two meat worms entangled together.

One of them is Boss Zhao's son, Young Master Zhao who looks down on him everywhere and ridicules him.

His figure flashed and disappeared in place.

……

The morning sun breaks through the clouds and shines on the earth, making it bright everywhere.

After returning from Luoxia Mountain, Xu Ping didn't fall asleep at all.

Dahei, who is full of blood and evil energy, is sweeter than anyone else, but there is a question that has been lingering in his mind.

Wutongshen, that's it?
He casually waved the sword twice, and solved the enemy. He didn't have much joy, and only felt absurd and bizarre in his heart.

Xu Ping always felt that things were not that simple.

Wutongshen couldn't be so weak, maybe it was just an incarnation, but the reward of the Yin-Yang Illustrated Book made him really puzzled.

After contemplating for a while, Xu Ping felt that he could no longer be led by the nose, and had to think of a way to lure out the people behind the scenes.

Fortunately, he is not a person who sticks to the horns, since he can't figure it out now, let's put it aside for now.

Still the same sentence, the most important thing to be a human being is to be happy.

However, getting the reward of God Killing Art really makes people very happy.

This is a method of using incense against incense.

Whether it is an orthodox Dharma god or an evil god or fairy, they all use incense as their power.

And this god-killing art is to forcibly plunder the incense of the surrounding temples, turning it into a supreme magic art, causing huge killing power, and it really has the ability to kill gods and immortals.

The only flaw is that the power of Judgment depends on the degree of incense around it.

However, the good news is that the incense carrier is also suitable, such as my own Guan Erye.

"Should I go out in the future and carry the statue of Second Master Guan behind my back, otherwise, if it is in the wilderness, wouldn't it be like a chicken rib?" Xu Ping thought secretly.

The eyes outside the window were slightly dazzling, and Xu Ping lay down for another 5 minutes before forcing himself to get up.

Today is still the day to find a private house for Mr. Ren, if he stays up late, Uncle Jiu will be overjoyed.

Can you be unhappy if you lose a share of money?

……

Early in the morning.

Daoist Qingfeng was about to go out again, and he also stayed at the Zhao Mansion, but took a stroll in the mountains.

There are indeed a few places that can be used as private houses, but they are not very good.

For ordinary people, it is barely enough.

But if it is really given to Ren Jia, he will definitely be looked down upon by those people.

After leaving the room and passing by Zhao's courtyard, he saw Boss Zhao wearing a moon-white silk dress and practicing Tai Chi.

He paused, and Boss Zhao also noticed him, so he also stopped.

Taking the towel handed over by the charming maid next to him, and wiping the sweat off his brow, Boss Zhao said with a smile on his face, "Master Qingfeng, Master Ren's private house has been settled."

Daoist Qingfeng smiled, and said: "Boss Zhao, don't worry, we have an idea, and we can make a decision today."

In fact, he hasn't said that Miss Ren didn't like him at all, thinking that his view of Qingfeng is not as famous as Maoshan, and his reputation is not as good as Uncle Jiu's.

Boss Zhao didn't know about this either, he only said that he had accepted the commission from the Ren family.

As if remembering something, he suddenly frowned: "Yesterday, Fang Shuo went out of the house and was hit by a wild boar, piercing his thigh. Was the Taoist priest not injured?"

What Boss Zhao said is actually very simple. A wild boar can hurt people right under your nose. Whatever you have repaired, it seems that these Taoist monks are all here to cheat money.

That fake nephew couldn't make a fart with three sticks. Sometimes Boss Zhao didn't bother to tell him too much, and didn't ask what happened in the mountains.

But Daoist Qingfeng only came back late at night, and he didn't know about it at all. Remembering what he said to lie to him not to run around, he froze in place in shock.

what?
Is my physiognomy already so powerful? Now that I have reached the realm of a prophet.

Before he could figure it out, the housekeeper suddenly ran in in a panic, his face pale: "Master is not well, something is not right."

Boss Zhao kicked him out and scolded angrily: "Your lord, I will stand here properly. Believe it or not, I will tear your mouth out for your nonsense in the morning."

The old housekeeper who was kicked and rolled on the ground by him took a long time to catch his breath and shouted loudly: "Master, Young Master and Young Mistress, died on the bed."

"puff!"

Hearing this, a surge of hot blood rushed straight to the head.

Boss Zhao, a profiteer, spurted out his blood, dyeing the moon-white silk dress red, blooming like a blood lotus.

(End of this chapter)