I add some brushing proficiency in the world of Taoism

Chapter 41: Cursing the Earth God

"Then this happened again."

"The king arranged for that near-evil to go to Wang Youcheng's house in Wei Village. Originally, he wanted him to lurk and use him as a secret at critical times."

"In the end, this bastard didn't listen to my king's arrangements, went to harm Wang Youcheng's family, caused trouble, and was killed by Taoists."

"Military advisor, I always feel like I'm having a bad time, and I seem to have bad luck."

The yellow-haired ghost king kept complaining to Huang Xiaojin, looking at Huang Xiaojin while talking.

However, Huang Xiaojin smiled without saying a word, looking like a master.

Your grandpa’s uncle!

When the yellow-haired ghost king saw this, he suddenly cursed secretly with great displeasure.

How could he, who had worked with Huang Xiaojin for a long time, not know what was wrong with him?
This Huang Xiaojin, who is full of heretical skills, is his greatest help. Although he is good at everything, he has one problem, that is, he likes to put on show.

Normally, when the yellow-haired ghost king wanted to ask him something, he had to say "ask for advice". If he didn't say these two words, Huang Xiaojin would smile and say nothing.

While the yellow-haired ghost king was cursing secretly, he could only politely say: "Please give advice from the military advisor."

The weasel-headed Huang Xiaojin smiled, waved his hand, and pretended to be a cool master, "Your Majesty, you are worrying too much. In my opinion, these things are just coincidences."

"coincide?"

The yellow-haired ghost king was startled, and the next moment his expression became uncertain.

As a military advisor, he was proficient in the art of heresy. He said it was a coincidence, but he was afraid it was really a coincidence.

"Military advisor, what do you think my king should do next?"

The yellow-haired ghost king looked at Huang Xiaojin again.

Huang Xiaojin's face showed a smile again, still smiling and saying nothing.

Your grandpa’s uncle!

The yellow-haired ghost king once again cursed secretly and said politely, "Please give me advice from the military advisor."

Huang Xiaojin said with a smile: "Your Majesty, if you tell me what to do next, your Majesty should take the method I proposed at the beginning."

The yellow-haired ghost king was moved when he heard this, "The military advisor is saying that we should start with Chen Yuen's blood relatives?"

Chen Yuen is the land god of Wangjia Town.

But this yellow-haired ghost king has always wanted to replace him, and wanted to seize the other party's position as the land god.

Previously, Huang Xiaojin gave him an idea called the Bloodline Traceability Spell.

This curse can be used by direct blood relatives to curse their ancestors and ruin their morality. It can be regarded as an extremely sinister sorcery.

And Chen Yuen, the local land god, still has a granddaughter in the world after five lifetimes.

This granddaughter is currently living in Wangjia Town.

However, when this suggestion was first put forward, the yellow-haired ghost king was worried about the risks and did not adopt it.

Right now, two of his own arrangements failed one after another, but it made him think seriously about Huang Xiaojin's proposal.

After a moment, the yellow-haired ghost king frowned and looked at Huang Xiaojin, "But, military advisor, we don't know where Chen Yuen's granddaughter is."

"Your Majesty, don't worry!"

Huang Xiaojin waved his hand and said confidently: "I am also proficient in a spell called the Distracting Mind Curse. I can use someone's clothes, items, hair, etc. to cast a spell to make that person restless and have random thoughts."

"Since your Majesty has been plotting Chen Yuen's land for a long time, he must have Chen Yuen's items in his hands. Why not bring them and let me cast the spell?"

"Under the Confused Mind Curse, Chen Yu'en would think wildly and worry about something happening to his granddaughter, so he would send someone to check on the situation."

"At that time, your Majesty will take the opportunity to send a Yin spirit to follow you secretly. Won't you successfully find the residence of Chen Yuen's granddaughter?"

"This……"

The ghost king with yellow hair was moved when he heard this, raised his eyebrows, and said with joy on his face: "The military master has such a magical spell, come here, quickly bring a piece of Chen Yu'en's clothes that I treasure, and give it to the military master. ""yes!"

Immediately, a ghost soldier agreed and went out to get clothes.

Within a moment, an ordinary man's blue gown was taken back by the ghost soldier and handed to Huang Xiaojin respectfully.

Huang Xiaojin reached out to take it, feeling Chen Yuen's breath on it, and the smile on his face became stronger.

"Ask the military advisor to cast a spell!"

The yellow-haired ghost king spoke to urge.

"Watch me cast a spell!"

Huang Xiaojin burst into laughter, spread the man's cyan gown on the ground, and then walked around the gown with his hands behind his back and his head held high.

puff!
Huang Xiaojin suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which he spat directly on the green gown.

This blood was black blood, exuding an extremely strong fishy smell, and even produced black smoke.

As for the yellow-haired ghost king on the throne of human bones, even though he existed in a spiritual body, at this time, after smelling the fishy smell, he couldn't help but hurriedly reached out and pinched his nose.

But Huang Xiaojin looked extremely intoxicated. Instead of being disgusted by the stench, he breathed deeply with an expression of great fondness.

At the same time, his two hands were raised high, and while holding them together, he displayed one hand technique after another.

As his moves unfolded, black lights immediately hit the man's cyan gown.

As a result, black light surged on the surface of the cyan gown, and a wave of bad luck went straight to the distance.

Huang Xiaojin raised his head and looked at the disappearing bad luck with a proud face.

Wangjia Town.

Earth Temple.

Below the temple, underground.

A man who looked to be in his early forties and had a rather elegant appearance was sitting in front of a green desk working.

This elegant man is Chen Yuen, the land god of Wangjia Town.

Divine power was released from his body, carrying the majesty of an earth god.

At this time, he was holding a judge's pen and was carefully checking every birth and death in Wangjia Town recently.

Suddenly, an extremely uncomfortable feeling welled up in his heart. Chen Yuen, the earth god, couldn't help but stand up from his seat and walked back and forth uneasily in the room.

"The Lord is very restless, but what happened to his mind?"

A familiar voice came from the direction of the door.

At the door, a tall man wearing golden armor and a sword at his waist was none other than Yuan Zhaowu, the ancestor of Yuan Xiangyi's family.

At this time, he was on duty at the door of Chen Yuen's land god.

As a powerful man, as soon as he became a sinister, Chen Yuen valued him very much and regarded him as a confidant.

Yuan Zhaowu, who deeply felt Chen Yuen's kindness in knowing him, naturally tried his best to assist him.

"Zhaowu!"

Seeing Yuan Zhaowu, Chen Yuen's land god's face showed a gentle look, and he said gently: "I suddenly felt uneasy, thinking of my fifth-generation granddaughter, Jingrou is my only flesh and blood."

"Because I have always been worried that something might happen to her, and someone would use her heresy to plot against me, so I have been letting her live in seclusion in Wangjia Town."

"No one knows where she lives except for a few people like you and me."

"But just now, when I thought about her, I suddenly felt uneasy. I was worried that something might happen to Jingrou, so I wanted to send someone to check on her."

(End of this chapter)