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Chapter 169

The girl timidly pushed the table in the dormitory towards the door, and then quickly retracted back into the dormitory.

The smoker pulled one side of the table, and without much effort, he pulled the table into the corridor.

He put down the backpack calmly, and then took out a quaint incense burner and a handful of incense from inside the backpack.

"Old man, since you must meddle in your own business, I will take your life first!"

In the mist, a gloomy voice resounded, and then, a figure rushed out of the mist, coming towards the smoker.

The old smoker didn't pay attention to the things rushing towards him at all. He took out three sticks of incense and lit them, bowed three times to the void in front of him, and then inserted the three burning sticks of incense into the incense burner.

"I'm too old, so I won't fight with you anymore, but my old buddies can play with you..."'

While speaking, the old smoker took out two more statues of door gods from his backpack.

This is naturally the door god statue that the old smoker regards as a treasure.

The incense connection between him and the door god statue is the strongest, especially after studying with Feng Yun for a period of time, the old smoker's ability in this area has improved a lot.

After the door god statue was unfolded by the old smoker, the old smoker didn't need to do anything, it flew up lightly by itself, and stood in the air on the left and right sides of the incense table.

"Two old fellows, please help me..."

With a formula in hand, the old smoker bowed down to the portrait of the door god.

As soon as the voice fell, the three sticks of incense that had been inserted into the incense burner by Lao Yan before exploded from the open flame, illuminating half of the corridor. 】

Two golden lights shot out from the statue of the door god, and soon two tall and mighty phantoms of the god of war in golden armor appeared.

"Shen Tu, Yu Lei is here, how dare you be presumptuous?"

Seeing that the two door gods really appeared, the old smoker let out a sigh of relief.

This was the first time he used the technique of dispatching gods, and he was not sure that he would succeed once. Fortunately, he succeeded.

The girls who were quietly peeking at the door all widened their eyes at this moment, looking in disbelief at the shining golden figure in the corridor.

This scene broke the cognition they had received for so many years of cultural education.

Door gods are the portraits that the older generation likes to post. For them, they are the dross of the old society and the remnants of the feudal society. , I have to be sarcastic.

Who would dare to believe that right now, right in front of their eyes, the two door gods were shining golden, wearing battle armor and mighty weapons in one hand, just standing there gave them an indescribable sense of security.

The girls just looked at the door god's back in such a foolish way, unable to recover for a long time!

The ghost figure rushing over stopped before the incense table, and rushed back into the mist at a faster speed than before.

"Master Ghost King, this old man is bringing the door god, we can't get close..."

The appearance of the door god made the ghosts hidden in the mist terrified. This is not an existence they can overcome.

In the mist, something is condensing into shape.

After a while, a figure more than three meters tall and almost touching the top of the corridor appeared.

Red haired fangs, ferocious face, a black armor, holding a machete in his hand.

With the appearance of the ghost king, the white mist instantly turned into black, and the yin turned into resentment.

The moment the resentment was converted, Fangfo spread towards the dormitory as if carrying life.

"Bold!"

Shen Tu snorted coldly, and struck the ground with the halberd in his hand.

"boom--"

The golden light takes Shentu as the center point and spreads towards the surroundings.

Wherever the golden light passed, all resentment disappeared.

"A mere ghost king, this god is here, yet he dares to harm people!"

A fierce tiger was entangled on Yu Lei's shoulder. Following Yu Lei's cold snort, he changed his figure and rushed towards the ghost king.

"It's just a shadow of a door god, I'm not afraid of you!"

Facing the fierce tiger that was rushing towards him, the ghost king didn't pay attention at all, and waved his machete to meet him.

The tiger has followed Yu Lei for many years, and it is already a beast. How can the little ghost king be able to deal with it? Hold on tight.

The Yin Qi in the corridor was transformed into resentment before, but after Shen Tu took action, most of it had dissipated. Now the Ghost King mobilized the Yin Qi, but it was not enough.

What's more, the ghost king was horrified to find that in the corridor, at some point, there was a very strange smell, which made the ghost king feel so uncomfortable that he couldn't even move his body.

Subconsciously looking towards the bad old man, the ghost king realized that it was the bad old man who lit the wormwood.

The smell of wormwood had permeated the entire corridor, the Yin Qi was cut off, and the ghost king could not escape.

The suction in the tiger's mouth became even stronger, and the ghost king who couldn't struggle was finally swallowed by the tiger with a scream.

After belching a full tiger, it returned to Yu Lei's side, kept shrinking, and perched on Yu Lei's shoulder again.

Resentment and Yin Qi have also dissipated under the golden light of Shen Tu.

Yu Lei Qingqing stroked the tiger's head and smiled.

The figures of the two door gods slowly shrunk, continued to rise, and stopped in front of the door god statue.

The old smoker bowed respectfully three times, "Thank you two door gods for your help today!"

Yu Lei and Shen Tu just looked at the old smoker like this, "You are welcome, we have been incensed by His Holiness for many years and have benefited a lot. Now that His Holiness can use the technique of dispatching gods, we are here upon summoning, and we should be honored." Those who solve problems.

See you next time, His Holiness! "

After saying this, the two door gods had completely entered the door god statue, the golden light dissipated, and the door god statue slowly fell, falling into the hands of the old smoker again.

After listening to the words of the two door gods, the old smoker finally understood the mystery of the art of dispatching gods, and he himself had just begun to embark on this path.

Director Feng said that the technique of dispatching gods is perfect, and he can dispatch millions of heavenly soldiers for his own use.

Such a picture, just thinking about it, already makes people's hearts surge.

However, the old smoker also knows that now he can easily mobilize the two door gods, Yu Lei and Shen Tu, more because of years of incense offerings, in the future, he needs to work harder!

The yin energy in the university dissipated completely after the ghost king was wiped out. The old smoker knew that he couldn't waste any more time.

He also needs to rush to Baiwu Mountain to join other team members.

Putting the incense burner and door god statue back into the backpack, holding his own pipe, the old smoker left without looking back.

The girls just watched the old smoker leave without blinking their eyes, as if they were afraid that everything that happened before was just a dream.

As if sensing something, the old smoker stopped and looked back at the group of flowers of the motherland, "Children, the matter has been resolved, you are safe, what happened today is just a dream, wake up , and everything is back to normal.

Study hard and work hard to serve the motherland, this is your future!
Before doing anything, remember to hold your head up three feet, there is a god, do good deeds, don't do evil..."

After leaving this instruction at the end, the figure of the old smoker completely disappeared with a turn.

The students, who had just woken up from a dream, peeped at each other, unable to speak a word.

All that they have experienced today can be said to have completely broken their cognition. Is it a dream?Why is it so true?Isn't it a dream?They changed their beliefs, but they kept the old man's words in mind and never forgot!
The old smoker took out his phone and sent a message.

[The evil spirits in the University City have been resolved, and the King of Ghosts has appeared.They seem to want to get more yang qi, and even the qi of six desires.

In Baiwu Mountain, I'm afraid the situation is more serious than we speculated, so I have already set off for Baiwu Mountain.Come on everyone! 】

Putting away the phone, the old smoker didn't waste any more time, and rushed towards Baiwu Mountain at his fastest speed.

Chengnan Cemetery.

The largest cemetery in Lin County, there are no people in the past. Only during the Ching Ming Festival will there be an endless stream of people coming to worship their families.

Now, the entire cemetery is shrouded in white mist. What's even more strange is that in the mist, there are noisy voices and shadowy figures.

The cries of children, the sighs of old people, the wails of women, the angry roars of adults...

"I didn't expect that the power of the ghost market would spread so fast. Just looking at this cemetery, it's almost like a hundred ghosts walking at night..."

Wang Xiaodao took out a compass from his backpack, which was given to him by his master after he entered Wudang.

"Woooooo-"

Just as he took the compass in his hands, the woman's mournful cry rang in his ears, and Wang Xiaodao immediately sensed the Yin Qi attacking towards him quickly.

Following the sound, Wang Xiaodao saw a woman in white, floating towards him in a cloudy atmosphere.

"My lord, you must be the master of the slave family!

The slave's death was so miserable, so miserable..."

At this time, Wang Xiaodao was only thankful that he opened his eyes first when he came here, otherwise, he would not be able to see the appearance of the female ghost so directly.

The female ghost wept sadly, half covered her face, and while crying, she came to Wang Xiaodao and knelt on the ground floatingly.

"Since you are dead, if there is any grievance, someone will avenge you when you arrive in the underworld. Yin and yang are opposite, so you should not appear in the yang world again!"

Looking at the female ghost coldly, Wang Xiaodao held a compass in his left hand, and pinched out the three-finger Great Compassion Seal with his right hand.

Seeing Wang Xiaodao's reaction, the female ghost, who was still crying before, suddenly stood up, her originally weak face turned into a stern look, her eyes turned blood red, her whole body was wrapped in resentment, just like that Staring at Wang Xiaodao.

"Since your lord is so ruthless, why don't you just stay and be a puppet of the slave family!"

Wang Xiaodao didn't react too much, he raised his hand to move on the compass, and made a decision in his mouth.

"break--"

With a loud shout, Wang Xiaodao pointed his sword at the female ghost.

On the compass, circles of white halo spread out, forming a white halo, which bound the female ghost.

With a scream, the female ghost showed her true appearance.

There are criss-crossed scars on the face, rotting flesh just hanging on the cheeks, and worms crawling in the rotting flesh.

The white dress on her body was in tatters, and her exposed body was criss-crossed with bruises, knife marks, whip marks, and various scars crisscrossed her body.

There was only red light flashing in a pair of eyes, but no eyes.

The female ghost was obviously tortured very painfully before she was alive.

The black resentment enveloped the female ghost, and the white aura was instantly broken by the resentment.

"Today, you must die!"

The female ghost's figure flickered and came straight to Wang Xiaodao.

Recently, Wang Xiaodao followed Feng Yun and was learning gossip and strange arts. At this time, he just tried his new skills.

The compass has flipped a circle between dials.

"Get up!"

Wang Xiaodao yelled softly, behind him, a big gossip plate appeared, and the position where he was standing happened to be on the position of Heavenly Stems.

"So it's a little Taoist priest? Then he must die!"

Shocked by the appearance of the gossip disk, the female ghost did not retreat but advanced, and the cold voice was full of killing intent.

He said Fa Jue in his mouth, and in the next second, Wang Xiaodao appeared on Gen's seat.

"Gen Pan is a mountain, appeal to Buzhou Mountain! Imperial order!"

After the words fell, behind Wang Xiaodao, a phantom of Buzhou Mountain towering into the sky suddenly appeared.

"boom--"

The female ghost's attack just arrived, before she got close to Wang Xiaodao, Bu Zhoushan's phantom blocked him, blocking all the female ghost's attacks.

In the Gen position, no attack can cause any harm to Wang Xiaodao.

Regardless of going to see the female ghost, Wang Xiaodao took another step, and his figure appeared on the shock plate in the next second.

"The shaking is thunder, and I appeal to the God of Nine Heavens for thunder, order!"

Above the void, a purple sky thunder descended from the sky and landed directly on the female ghost.

The power of Shenlei tore the female ghost into pieces in an instant, without even having time to let out a scream.

At this moment, Wang Xiaodao vaguely understood the mystery of gossip and strange arts.

In the array he is in, how to accurately borrow the power belonging to different directions is the key.

As Wang Xiaodao became more and more proficient in the use of Bagua Qimen, his own ability continued to improve, and similarly, the power he could borrow would also become stronger and stronger.

To Wang Xiaodao, the elimination of the female ghost was just an appetizer. It just so happened that these ghosts in the cemetery were perfect for practicing!

Afterwards, Wang Xiaodao rushed into the cemetery in a blink of an eye.

He defeated thousands of ghosts with his whole body, breaking through the yin and clearing the cemetery!

As Wang Xiaodao continued to use the power in the gossip and strange art, he became more proficient in using it.

In the cemetery, the gossip array continuously shone with light, while Wang Xiaodao's figure kept moving in the array, leaving only afterimages.

Feng Yun never doubted Wang Xiaodao's savvy, and this trip to the county was an experience for Wang Xiaodao.

Not long after, the fog that had spread throughout the cemetery had completely dissipated, and the flickering figures and erratic voices also disappeared.

His clothes were soaked in sweat, Wang Xiaodao simply sat down on the ground to recover his strength.

(End of this chapter)