Zuodao Changsheng: I can transfer the price

Chapter 17
Eight years ago, Lin Shou finally couldn't bear his loneliness and took the first step in Taoism.

The vermilion wooden gate did not set any restrictions, so Lin Shou easily pushed the gate open, which made him a little suspicious.

This old Taoist priest is so kind, he is not afraid of me running away?

With such doubts in mind, just as Lin Shou raised his head, he saw an unexpected figure.

"Do you think I look like a man or a god?"

On the opposite side is a furry fox, but its body shape is almost the same as that of a human, only the fluff on both sides of its cheeks shows that it is not a human race.

Lin Shou, who had lived again, naturally knew that whether it was in his previous life or in this world, there were legends about Huang Pizi and Hu Daxian begging for the title.

It's just that he encountered such a dirty thing before he was ready.

Panicked, he slammed the vermilion door shut with both hands, leaving a huge echo echoing in the Taoist temple.

As soon as Lin Shou turned his head, the old Taoist priest still had the same sneering face for thousands of years.

"Stinky boy, are you still going out?"

Lin Shou shook his head like a rattle, and spoke in a daze.

"Don't go out, even if you kill me, you won't go out."

"Hey hey... If you run away again, I will help you on the road, and I will make you into a living corpse without delaying your work for me."

……

The weasel in front of him was obviously not as capable as the one he met in the Taoist temple before.

But what the other party said reminded Lin Shou of the time when he was ridiculed by the old Taoist priest.

As a result, he became angry from embarrassment, and the true energy in his body gushed out, condensing into a huge palm.

"Snapped!"

"You open your dog eyes!"

A left slap.

"Snapped!"

"Look at Daoist looks like a human!"

A right uppercut.

"Snapped!"

"Still like a goddamn god!"

An uppercut.

Accompanied by the weasel's flying teeth, and its crystal saliva.

The great fairy lay on the ground and groaned in pain, then slowly got up, staring at Lin Shou with eyes full of resentment.

"I didn't expect it to be a Taoist priest with cultivation. I thought that dead cat was lying to me..." Huang Daxian looked at Lin Shou with cold eyes, "But you didn't receive the talisman, you are a person who doesn't even have the first level Step into the brat, I will make you regret messing with the wrong person."

As soon as the words fell, he didn't expect that Lin Shou's condensed mana slapped him on the head again, and immediately slapped it in a mess.

"Human? You're a shit, a hairy bastard barking at Grandpa, do you know who I am?"

Lin Shou was at the stage of becoming angry from embarrassment, and snapped.

The weasel was beaten so badly that he couldn't tell the difference between up, down, left, and right, so he subconsciously asked, "Who are you?"

Lin Shou pulled his lips and said with a smile: "Then listen carefully, Grandpa is:

Eight years of meditation practice heresy,
Master Wanfa to suppress demons.

There are gods who avoid three homes,
There are ghosts and demons below.

Swallowing the Dharma to pass on the eight realms,
Fighting ghosts is famous all over the world.

Refining the dharma body to surpass the iron wall,
I respect myself for speaking evil.

The supernatural power penetrates the mystery,
Reborn to cast the truth.

There is no left or right in the world,
Happy immortal immortal. "

A long string of poems came out of Lin Shou's mouth incessantly, which really stunned the weasel all of a sudden.

But the weasel soon realized that the guy in front of him who was uttering wild words was just a fake Taoist priest who had not entered the country. Even if he had some mana, he must not be much stronger.

Then the weasel let out a scream, and it changed into a size of three feet, its sharp claws gleamed coldly, and its blue-faced fangs looked terrifying.

Seeing the appearance of the weasel, A Liang, the kid on the side, couldn't help showing a look of pity on his face.

"Stupid, really, you weasel is just a spirit-enlightened little monster of the first level, and I watched the master devour ten ghost generals of the second level with my own eyes..."

Sure enough, at the moment when the weasel turned into a giant beast and rushed towards Lin Shou, Lin Shou stretched out his right hand to hold the void with some mockery.

"Ah!"

The gigantic weasel was suspended in mid-air, its neck tightly clamped.

Its eyes were wide open, bloodshot all over them, and the eyes were full of unbelievable expressions.

At this time, the weasel finally realized that what he encountered was not a fake Taoist priest, but a real evil way.

Ordinary Taoist priests, after entering the Tao, control their true qi, and their physical fitness will be strengthened, but they do not have the ability to release spells.

Taoist priests who have not received the scriptures are not allowed to release spells, and there is a risk of alienation out of control, which is a well-known fact.

However, some Taoist priests can release spells without receiving the talisman. Although these spells are expensive, their power is not bad, such as Lin Shou and his master, the old Taoist priest.

This kind of Taoist is generally called heresy, or crooked way.

These Taoist priests are either a group of evil people who kill people without blinking an eye, or some horrible monsters who are on the verge of madness.

Huang Daxian knew that he was planted today, but he still didn't want to be caught without a fight. His huge body quickly withered and turned into a piece of dry fur.

Then he shrank rapidly, and with a sudden leap, he wanted to leave Ping Anju.

Lin Shou sneered, and then winked at A Liang who was beside him.

A Liang immediately understood, and his figure floated, blocking the weasel's way to leave.

Seeing that there was no way out, the weasel immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Master Dao... No, grandpa, it's a small mistake. I shouldn't disturb your tranquility. I hope you will give me a chance to make amends."

Lin Shou sneered and said, "The words you said when we met reminded me of an old guy I hated, so you'd better die."

At this moment, a fat orange climbed up the wall, scratched its face, and watched Huang Daxian kneeling in front of Lin Shou.

"Orange." Lin Shou raised his eyebrows and shouted.

When Fat Orange heard Lin Shou calling its name, a naive smile suddenly appeared on its face. It was obvious that it liked being called by this name rather than stinky cats and idiots.

"Meow!" Fat Orange jumped to the middle of the courtyard, "Da Xian'er, please let him go, he is a good man."

Obviously Fat Ju hasn't figured out the situation yet, and wants to intercede for Lin Shou.

But Huang Daxian'er listened to Fat Ju's words, her eyes flashed brightly, and she rushed to Fat Ju's side, her sharp claws pierced Fat Ju's neck: "Master Dao, I just want to save my life. I can kill this stupid cat." Give it to you, I won't bother with this yard in the future, I just ask you to let me live!"

Fat Orange looked at this Huang Daxian who had picked him up and raised him with tears in his eyes. Even though the other party often insulted him and even beat him, he had never been so sad as he is now.

The expression on Lin Shou's face did not change, he sneered, and twisted out the seal of the Shoujing in his hand.

The fluctuations from the seal made the weasel change color immediately, and roared, "Don't you care if this cat lives or dies?"

What answered him was Lin Shou's giant palm of zhenqi, and the target was clearly it and Fat Ju.

(End of this chapter)