I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

Chapter 243: Tangle the old ghost king into a mummy, this is a resurrection method from the Western Regions
"Master Yang, are you serious about this?"

Thousands of people stood up and said, "That's really, hehe, so sad, hehehe..."

"Calm down, come here and say goodbye to your master." Zhang Sanfeng couldn't stand this rebellious disciple, and pointed in the direction with a cold face.

"Yes, thank you Master Zhang." Thousands of people bowed and saluted, and then stepped forward with a sad look on their faces: "Let me welcome Master's ashes back. Master, you died so miserably, my disciple must have worked hard and diligently. , will the Ghost King Sect lead...Master?"

Thousands of people came forward. Behind Zhang Sanfeng, they did not see the urn or memorial tablet they had imagined. Instead, they saw a skinny little old man standing there with a smile on his face.

"Xiao Wan, Taoism is still not deep enough."

The Ghost King teased: "Just remember next time, happiness and anger are invisible. At least you have to wait for confirmation before you laugh out loud."

"Yes, yes, what Master teaches is... ah no no, Master, I never meant this!"

Thousands of people were shocked by the sudden appearance of the Ghost King and uttered incoherently, "Master, it's great that you are still alive. The Ghost King Sect cannot do without your leadership!"

"Well, you can continue to be the deputy sect master, and I will be the master of this ghost king for another 200 years."

"Ah this..." Thousands of people were dumbfounded. If he was allowed to be the Ghost King for another 200 years, why would he return to the Ghost King Sect? He might as well jump over here and join Wudang. The worst he could do was let the Ghost King take away the title for him. , I, Xiaowan, will just stop being a human being from now on.

"Okay, my master was injured by the Zhuxian Sword. He won't live long. Life or death is a matter of tonight. You don't need this virtue."

The Ghost King knows his disciple very well. In fact, this is also his favorite place where thousands of people go. He is very spicy, gloomy, and cold, and puts profit first, but he is not completely zombie-like. He still has feelings for those close to him. Of course, you will never give up your interests because of anyone.

This is a good seedling of the Demon Sect. Only people with this kind of humanity can lead the Ghost King Sect to flourish.The Demon Sect has a history of tens of thousands of years, but it has never had a leader from the Ghost King Sect.

But it's one thing to understand, and it's another thing not to feel uncomfortable with the reaction of thousands of people.The Ghost King did not tell anyone that Yang Gui had resurrected himself specifically so that he could meet his proud disciple and explain some things.Just say that he is dying.

"Master, you died so miserably!"

Only then did thousands of people feel relieved, kneeling on the ground and crying.

The crying was genuine. Zhang Xue was watching from the side. He probably couldn't cry so sadly even after his own father died.

The Ghost King called ten thousand people aside and explained the funeral details carefully.

After a long time, he patted Wan Wan on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Xiao Wan, from now on, you are the official leader of the Ghost King Sect. From here on, you are the Ghost King."

"Yes, Master." Thousands of people had tears in their eyes.

Again, as long as it does not affect his plans and interests, Wan Wan can be considered a more humane person among the Demon Cult.People are very complex and cannot be covered by just one or two keywords.

Although thousands of people were sincerely saddened by the death of their master, they were also afraid that his master would not die.

The Ghost King ignored him, turned around and bowed to Mr. Ghost again, "Mr. Ghost, my disciple is still young. In the future, the Ghost King Sect will be unable to do without your help."

"It's easy to say." Mr. Ghost also complained about the fact that thousands of people came to sell him. Although this matter was ultimately caused by his own pressure and insisting on coming to Wudang Mountain to "eliminate unrest" .

But Mr. Ghost has already practiced the ghost way, so he still cares about that?He put the blame on thousands of people.

But seeing that this kid actually betrayed his own master, he felt a lot more balanced.He knew that if he wanted to achieve great things, he had to be this kind of person. He was looking forward to his master's death, so this was nothing to him.

The Ghost King whispered: "Mr. Ghost, although my little disciple is a little cold, it is also a necessary quality for a person to achieve great things. The 'one' you want has to be my little disciple, so please be careful. .”

When Mr. Ghost heard the Ghost King's words, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, his eyes became dangerous, and his whole body was filled with black energy.Fortunately, he remembered in time that he was in Wudang Mountain and hurriedly put out the black energy again.

"Hahahahaha, Sect Master, what are you saying? With our friendship, you can worry about your death, I will do my best to assist Sect Master Wan and make the Ghost King Sect great again."

Mr. Ghost expressed his attitude to the Ghost King with a smile.

"That's good." The Ghost King nodded, then directly found a place to sit down cross-legged, severed his meridians and died.

"Master!"

Thousands of people shouted and cried.

Although he had looked forward to reaching this position countless times, he still couldn't help but feel sad when he saw his master dying in front of his eyes.

"Remember, this is the last lesson I will give you."

The Ghost King's eyes suddenly opened again, "It is important to pursue power, but you must not lose your feelings as a 'human being'. This is why I won't take off your 'human' character. Don't let yourself regret it. "

Every muscle in Ten Thousand People's face was twitching, "Master, are you going to die or not?"

Why is this so good, and you are addicted to giving lessons? Have you always joined the Wu-Tang Clan?
The sadness that had finally gathered was completely gone.

There is nothing the Ghost King can do. He is really dead when he dies, and he is even dead a long time ago. Yang Gui insists on having fun and resurrecting him. He has to perform for Yang Gui, otherwise meeting such a person will make you want to die. Even the ghost king couldn't imagine how miserable it would be to sing if he offended him.

Seeing this, Yang Guicai nodded with satisfaction. Instead of resurrecting the Ghost King, he walked over and patted the shoulder of Wan Wan, "Xiao Wan, I am sorry and obey the changes, people cannot be resurrected after death..."

Thousands of people looked at him with extremely strange eyes. He came back from the dead once in front of me. What are you saying to me that people can't be resurrected after death?If he wasn't afraid, he would have asked Yang Gui if he was blind.

"Ahem, what about that? Just keep your master's body well preserved with heavenly materials and earthly treasures."

Perhaps even Yang Gui felt that his words were too ridiculous, so he coughed twice in embarrassment and said: "In case there is another resurrection in the future, let me tell you, I know there is an ancient Egyptian method of preserving corpses, which is to prepare To resurrect people thousands of years later..."

His attitude changed so quickly, it was as if what he just said was not his own.

"Ah?" Everyone was confused. Is there really such a thing?
Not to mention him, even Mr. Ghost, who has spent his whole life studying ghost souls, was surprised, "Dare I ask Master Yang, where is this place in Egypt?"

"Well, it's a country in the Great West, the earliest civilization of mankind. Their leader is called Pharaoh. After he dies, he wraps his whole body in cloth strips and puts them into the pyramid..."

two hours later.

Under Yang Gui's blind command, the corpse of the old ghost king was eviscerated and stuffed with spices such as peppercorns, star anise, bay leaves, cinnamon, licorice, tangerine peel, cloves, white cardamom and other spices. It can be made into a fragrant pot directly. The stew next door was so greedy that Zhulong's mouth was watering.

Thousands of people finally managed to stop this long red worm, and wrapped his master's whole body into a mummy. They waited for the tens of thousands of people to go back to the Ghost King Sect to build a pyramid, where they could put the old Ghost King inside and wait for his resurrection.Focus on an abstraction.As a result, when tens of thousands of people went to Mr. Ghost and took the old Ghost King's body away, they unexpectedly discovered that all the Ghost King Sect disciples who followed them ignored them, as if there was air passing in front of them.

Still kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly for the death of the old sect master, not even ignoring the thousands of people who came.Ten Thousand People has been the deputy sect leader of the Ghost King Sect for so many years, so he still has this prestige.

The disciples of the Ghost King Sect who followed Yang Gui up the mountain even congratulated the ten thousand people one by one and called them "sect masters", but none of them had any intention of following the ten thousand people.

They are not taking the fact that tens of thousands of people are leaving Wudang Mountain as air.

"No, what do you mean?"

Tens of thousands of people couldn't bear it anymore, so they flew halfway, fell down from mid-air, and came to ask next to a classmate with whom they usually had a good relationship.

"Ah, what do you mean?" The man looked confused and didn't even know what it meant when thousands of people came to ask this question.

"No, the old sect master is dead, and my new sect master is leaving with the old sect master's body!" Thousands of people almost shouted.

"Let's go. Pay attention to safety on the road." The man even warned him very thoughtfully.

"Aren't you leaving?" Ten thousand people couldn't bear it anymore and finally asked this question.

"Don't go, Wudang basic training class has started. We are going to take classes here. It is said that we can receive the entire nine years of compulsory education!"

The disciple of the Ghost King Sect said excitedly: "We are all among the best in the basic training class. No one wants me to drop out of school!"

Just kidding, what does the Ghost King Sect mean? Wudang courses are important?People can't even give up personal development for the sake of the sect. Besides, if we become stronger, we will also contribute to the Ghost King Sect.

The disciples of the Ghost King Sect watched the thousands of people go there calmly, without the slightest hint of guilt.

No one had ever dreamed that the boomerang would come back so quickly.Even after only a few hours, he felt what his master felt just now.

Mr. Ghost watched this scene in mid-air and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He originally thought that Xiao Wan was an outstanding person in the Ghost King Sect, but it turned out that for the sake of profit, the human nature of being able to give up all other things outside the body belongs to the corporate culture of the Ghost King Sect.

Looking at the eyes and enthusiastic attitude of the disciple of the Ghost King Sect, Mr. Ghost felt a little shuddering. If "that" is summoned in the future, I won't be the first one to be sacrificed, right?
It seems that we still have to make a good plan to escape unscathed.

Mr. Ghost secretly made up his mind, carried the old Ghost King's mummy, and flew back to the Ghost King's headquarters with the disappointed tens of thousands of people.

"Does the 'that' Mr. Ghost said just now mean that one?" Zhang Sanfeng suddenly asked this question in a confused manner.

With the cultivation of the old Ghost King and Mr. Ghost, no matter how low their voices are, even if they use sound transmission, to Yang Gui and Zhang Sanfeng, it is as clear as if they are speaking in their ears. There is no possibility of getting through.

Obviously, the old Ghost King and Mr. Ghost also considered this, so they did not choose to communicate through sound transmission and spoke in a lower voice, more like to prevent being overheard by the disciples of the Ghost King Sect.

But they didn't expect that their encrypted call would be cracked by someone who had read the original work.

"It should be that one." Yang Gui nodded. As for the Fulong Cauldron, I don't know which sect leader of the Ghost King Sect got it. It was of no use until the old Ghost King found Mr. Ghost.

This guy who hides his head and shows his tail can use the "Four Spirit Blood Formation" and use the four ferocious beasts as sacrifices to open the channel between the human world and the Shura world, allowing the power of Shura to be projected over.

It's just that Mr. Ghost only knew that this magic circle could summon Shura, but he knew nothing about the dangers of Shura. Not only did he make thousands of people lose their minds, and the half-dead Baguio died completely, he also killed himself.

However, this matter still has more than 300 years, and Zhulong is in their hands. Yang Gui and Zhang Sanfeng are not worried. If necessary, they will even take the initiative to extract the power of Zhulong to help Mr. Ghost complete the Four Spirit Blood Formation.

Now that the Shura Tower was destroyed by Cangsong and the entrance to the Abyss was closed, they were worried that they had no way to go to the Shura Realm and kill those Shura.

"hiss……"

In the Shura world, the Shura commander suddenly trembled without warning. He turned around and asked the two Shura commanders, Holy Mother of the Netherworld and King Tiansha: "Second brother, third child, do you feel any bad feeling? I can't tell. , but not very good anyway.”

The Holy Mother Mingwang nodded one after another: "Yes, yes."

"It shouldn't be. Is that bitch Qingye coming in with the Zhuxian Sword? That's not right, the entrance to the abyss has been destroyed. Besides, it's been more than 700 years, and he should have died long ago based on human lifespan."

The three Shura commanders were puzzled.

After handling the Ghost King Sect's family affairs, things can finally get back on track.

"Che Yuanqi, are you willing to join the Wudang Sect and become a disciple of the old Taoist?" Zhang Sanfeng stood on the steps of Zixiao Palace and looked at Che Yuanqi below.

"Disciple is willing! Here is my old mentor, disciple Che Yuanqi, I will kowtow to you! Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Although Che Yuanqi has never done anything bad, including murder and arson, he has been a member of the Demon Cult for more than 20 years and is not a good person.Therefore, there was absolutely no reluctance towards the Demonic Cult. Without any hesitation, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"Well, very good. From today on, you are the third disciple of Wudang." Zhang Sanfeng didn't take it seriously. In his opinion, leaving the Demon Cult without hesitation was not a disadvantage, but an advantage.

But after all, Che Yuanqi was born in a demon sect and had some bad habits. Ever since Yin Susu caused Yu Daiyan to become paralyzed and Zhang Cuishan to die, Zhang Sanfeng sneered at the nonsense of "using it to be righteous will make it righteous, and using it to be evil will make it evil". .

You know, if you soak in a blood pool every day and practice some kung fu of grabbing people's heads and sucking their blood to create darkness, can you not be mentally abnormal?Therefore, he decided to give Che Yuanqi a good ideological and moral lesson.

"Remember, when you join the Wudang sect, you are not allowed to kill innocent people indiscriminately, you are not allowed to associate with evil spirits, and you are not allowed to kill your fellow sect members. You must study hard. If my disciple Zhang Sanfeng cannot even pass the undergraduate examination, then you will be expelled from the school and jump out of the door. Go pay homage to Lao Yang."

"What do you mean by jumping out of the door to worship me? I don't want this kind of trash!" Yang Gui was furious. With him and Zhang Sanfeng personally teaching and answering questions, he couldn't even pass the undergraduate college entrance examination. That's no better than trash like the Wudang Seven Heroes. What's the difference?
Che Yuanqi also asked weakly: "Well, Master, you are not allowed to associate with evil spirits, then they..."

He glanced at the other Demon Cult disciples.

"Huh?" Zhang Sanfeng narrowed his eyes and asked, "Have I made friends with you?"

"No, no, no!" All the members of the Demon Cult shrank their necks and shook their heads repeatedly.

"Hmph, that's good. Class starts tomorrow!"

So in the following days, the tragic days of Qiu Wangyu, Poison God, and Yuehua Fairy arrived.

Qiu Wangyu:?Who are you talking about?Whose miserable day?
(End of this chapter)