No taboos in the world

Chapter 298 Cleaning up the portal
Seeing that his uncle was about to jump over the wall, he quickly reached out and grabbed his uncle's sleeve.

"Wait, Uncle Master, I said he was a liar, but I didn't say he wasn't from Maoshan."

"Ok?"

"Master, he still has some magical powers. Although he doesn't seem as good as Master Mama, his magic is real. I guess he should have learned the real Maoshan inheritance."

Taoist Simu stopped immediately, frowning: "That makes things difficult."

Many disciples have left Maoshan, and some may never return in their entire lives.

However, Maoshan did not prohibit them from accepting disciples, so there were indeed many monks in the Maoshan system.

The number of people not included in the roster is difficult to estimate.

If it is an outsider pretending to be a master, then the Maoshan disciples should help their master to eliminate the bad guy.

But if it is one of our own who is not well-trained, it will be difficult to deal with.

Because you don’t know whether other people’s masters and ancestors, if you trace back all the way, will be from the same lineage as you.

Seeing him hesitate, Hong Chen simply said, "Uncle Master, I'll go."

"You?" Master Simu raised his eyebrows, and there was doubt and worry in his eyes.

Hong Chen felt helpless.

To be honest, the upper limit of the spiritual world is indeed very high, because there are real gods and underworlds here, and the magic power of those who practice Taoism is essentially higher than their true energy, and the magic of their spells is far superior to martial arts.

But when it comes to destructive power, except for energy bodies like ghosts that are not immune to physical attacks, the overall military strength value is actually just that.

Poor Hong Chen, after three years of traveling, he has yet to encounter an opponent who can do what he wants to him.

So it is understandable that they are looked down upon.

"Uncle Master, why don't you stay by my side and help me. If I don't do a good job or I'm in danger, you can come and save me in time. How about that?"

"Well, that's fine! Go ahead then, but remember not to be careless. Sometimes people are scarier than ghosts."

"understand!"
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courtyard.

Tan Baiwan's family huddled together, listening to the sounds of tumbling and crashing coming from the room with closed doors and windows, and trembled and screamed in fear again and again.

They would never have imagined that everything that happened in the room at this moment looked so funny.

Maoshan Ming, a man who has learned some superficial Maoshan techniques, although his abilities are average, but at least better than Qiu Sheng and Wencai, so he can barely be called a Taoist priest.

He adopted two ghosts, one big and one small, named Dabao and Xiaobao.

With these two ghosts, Mao Shanming traveled around the world, making a living by helping people subdue evil spirits.

The Taoist priests and ghosts cooperate with each other, and the effect is naturally outstanding.

However, although Mao Shanming made a lot of money, his life was not easy because of the eighteen disasters brought by the ghost itself.

Just like now, even though they had agreed to act, his fight with the two ghosts still left him badly hurt.

Xiaobao's blowpipe came straight towards his lower body. Mao Shanming couldn't dodge it left or right. He was so frightened that his scalp went numb and he could only close his eyes in despair.

But the next second, there was a slight "ding" sound, and the sharp metal arrow was immediately picked up and flew away.

Then a child's voice was heard exclaiming "Oh my God".

Mao Shanming opened his eyes and saw the child in front of him holding a scabbarded sword in one hand. He couldn't help but be stunned.

"Xiaobao!" Dabao, who was grabbing Mao Shanming's neck, suddenly shouted in panic.

It turned out that Hong Chen suddenly broke in through the window just now, and after he used his scabbard to knock the dart away, the dart actually pierced straight into Xiaobao's forehead.

Logically speaking, ghosts have no physical form, so the darts should pass directly through their bodies.

But who asked Hong Chen to attach a trace of spiritual power to that blowpipe?
So, Xiaobao, who was shot by an arrow, cried out and then lay straight on the ground, like a sealed little zombie. "You killed Xiaobao, I want you to pay with your life!"

Suddenly, he was startled by a shrill scream. Mao Shanming came to his senses and saw Dabao suddenly let him go. His hands suddenly grew long black nails. His originally peaceful and even funny expression became hideous and terrifying, and a mouthful of twisted black fangs grew in his mouth.

Dabao, with his Yin Qi bursting out, rushed straight towards the child. Mao Shanming trembled and quickly reached out to pull him back: "Dabao, don't do it!"

He grabbed Dabao's calf, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Dabao kicked him away.

Floating in the air, Mao Shanming could hardly bear to watch the next scene.

If Dabao really killed someone, he would kill Dabao no matter what.

The Maoshan sect's "good and evil confront each other, and the lifelong struggle" is not just a slogan.

Dabao moved like the wind, much faster than before. The ten fingers on his hands were as sharp as knives, and they made sharp sounds when they passed through the air.

Then, the powerful Dabao was hit hard on the forehead by the child with the scabbard of the sword, and his knees broke the floor with a thump. Before he fell, his neck was pinched again.

Bang!
Mao Shanming grimaced in pain after bumping into a pillar, but he had no time to check himself. His eyes were as big as light bulbs.

"Do you want to kill me?" Hong Chen looked at Dabao with a smile, who suddenly returned to normal.

Dabao's eyes were dazed and his head was dizzy.

Mao Shanming rushed up, tumbling and crawling, and shouted urgently: "No! Absolutely not! He was just joking with you!"

"Are you kidding?" Hong Chen's eyes turned.

Mao Shanming's face twitched when he was stared at. He didn't dare to step forward and could only say awkwardly, "Yes, he is more humorous as a human being... no, as a ghost."

Hong Chen laughed out loud, "So that's how it is."

After letting go of his hand, Dabao sat down on the ground.

choke!
Tianwen is unsheathed.

Mao Shanming shuddered.

"Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, Wan Qi's roots..."

Although Mao Shanming did not know the Golden Light Mantra, he was certainly familiar with it.

He lowered his head suddenly, and saw that as the spell was uttered, the long sword in Hong Chen's hand emitted pure golden light from the hilt all the way forward.

Dabao, who was right in front of him, was illuminated by the golden light and couldn't help but scream. His mind suddenly became clear. He quickly raised his hands to cover his eyes and rolled over to hide behind Mao Shanming.

Mao Shanming looked at the long sword wrapped in rich golden light in shock, and was horrified in his heart: "Where did this kid come from? He is so fierce! !"

At this moment, Hong Chen looked up. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and said with all his strength: "Daoyou, although these two little ghosts are making a fuss, fortunately they didn't kill anyone. Why don't we spare them while we can?"

"Oh?" Hong Chen raised his lips and asked, "Why do you think I want to kill a ghost?"

"My friend, you are joking. There are only two of us here, and there are two ghosts. If you don't kill the ghosts, are you going to kill me? Hahahahaha... huh?"

Hong Chen smiled more and more cheerfully.

Mao Shanming trembled: "Daoyou, this... this kind of joke is not something we can do!"

Hong Chen shook his head: "You are wrong, I am not the ghost behind you, I don't like jokes, and I am not humorous."

“Hehehe…” Mao Shanming’s smile was uglier than crying, “Daoyou, I am a disciple of Maoshan. You and I are both from the Taoist sect. It is not good to kill each other!”

"You are right. People in the Taoist sect should not kill each other. But it just so happens that I am also a disciple of Mount Mao. As fellow disciples, we should not kill each other. But if you are cleaning up the mess for Mount Mao, then I have no choice but to do it. What do you think?"

Mao Shanming immediately broke out in cold sweat, and his eyes looked even more frightened than if he had seen a ghost.

Especially when Hong Chen gently shook the long sword in his hand that was covered with golden light, he always felt his knees go weak involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)