Conferred God List Against Heaven and Become Holy

Chapter 16 Ghost Hunting in Songjiazhuang, Master Jiang or Jiang Ziya

The night was bright and the sky was bright with stars. A purple gleam slowly fell, and suddenly another blue light rose up, occupying the original position of the purple star, and it shone brighter and brighter.

There was a crisp sound of "Dang", and the three copper coins fell in response to the sound, rolling on the ground for a long time, but they refused to fall down for a long time, and finally stood on the table regardless of the pros and cons.

An old man flicked his long sleeves and collected the three copper coins in his hands. His brows, which were already tightly frowned, became more tangled into the shape of "Chuan". Marquis Xiping?"

"This... this battle of the North Sea, although my ministers have not done their best, they have devoted themselves to it. It must be the emperor..." Before Ji Fa could finish his words, the old man's complexion became more and more ugly, and his heart tightened. Dare to go on.

"What else can the prince say?" The old man took a sip of the tea, played with the cup in his hand, and involuntarily took a deep breath between his nostrils, "This tea is fragrant and elegant, do you know who gave it to you?"

Ji Fa heard the man's question and hurriedly replied: "This tea... seems to be a gift from someone in Moyi City, but it's unknown who it is."

"Oh? Then there's no need to pursue it." The old man raised his eyebrows, pointed to the sky and said, "During March, the stars suddenly dimmed and the sky became chaotic. The world must have changed. After three years of observation, it will be the auspicious time for Deng Hou , if it is a big ambition, you can wait until then."

Hearing what the old man said, Ji Fa nodded in agreement, thanked Grace before slowly retreating, after three years, the day lily was cold after three years!
"Ping Xihou...Ping Xihou! Hehehe...this is interesting..."

If it wasn't for Li Jing's wife Yin's urgent search for Nezha, Zhang Dixin almost forgot the time. After a day of getting along, the two of them thought that they hadn't seen each other for too long, and they felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

It's just that this kind of friendship is nothing compared to his mother's return home for dinner, Zhang Dixin repeatedly persuaded him to stay, Yin's family was afraid that Nezha would cause trouble, and he was willing to take the little guy away...

After sending Nezha away, Zhang Dixin did not return to Shouwang Palace, but sneaked to a deserted place, opened the kit, and took out a dark blue flag from it.

On the flag, the silver lines are like stars, and the stars are connected into pieces, like a vast galaxy, like a river and a big river, and the lines seem to be vivid, holding it in your hand, you can feel it is flowing slowly. Difficult to tell.

Holding the flag, Zhang Dixin felt that he was in the vast ocean. For a moment, it was vast and peaceful, for a moment it was surging, for a moment it was peaceful and smooth, and for a moment it was turbulent.

Really good stuff!Zhang Dixin held the flag, although he didn't know what it was, he couldn't help being overjoyed, borrowing this flag in a warehouse is really extraordinary.

Earlier in the Battle of the North Sea, Zhang Dixin's Tiger Soul destroyed Feng Xi, and the beast-controlling flag in Cang Leng's hand turned into a ray of light and landed in his hand.

Heaven-sent treasure, how can Zhang Dixin refuse to accept it? Even though the warehouse has fallen into the hands of the prince, it is not easy to ask for it. Treasures are taken away, skills are not as good as others, and you can't ask for it brazenly.

Since you don’t want it, then I won’t give it to you. Even if you want it, I won’t necessarily give it to you. Zhang Dixin has already figured out what to say in his heart, so he naturally refuses to return the flag. The meat in his mouth, our Crown Prince, Never give away a piece!
After watching for a long time, Zhang Dixin couldn't help frowning. Although he knew the flag was a treasure, he didn't know how to use it. This was a real headache.

No matter how bad the tiger soul is, it is still a magic weapon, but this flag is only the size of a palm, so it can't be used to smash people, right?
Thinking of this, Zhang Dixin couldn't help shaking his head, and couldn't help complaining about the unruly Taoist in his heart, you've come here, why didn't you leave some cultivation methods or something, so that you don't even know your current cultivation level, let alone know The geometry of its own strength.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, but a group of people came in a hurry. The people walking in front even panicked, and urged while walking: "Master, go quickly, master, go quickly!"

The man in the back was dressed in a gossip robe, holding a whisk, sitting on the horse, his face was reddish, as if he had just drunk wine, his cheekbones were protruding, there was a black mole on his nose, and a long hair on the mole. Mao, trembling with others: "Don't worry, where the poor people go, why worry about ghosts and ghosts?"

"Yes... yes, what the master said is true!" The servant heard the Taoist's words, and hurriedly echoed, but his footsteps did not slow down at all, but made everyone speed up.

Taoist priest?ghost?Could it be that this person is also a master?If he is really a master, he might be able to learn a thing or two. Zhang Dixin hastily put away the flag and walked to the road: "Hey, little brother, why are you in such a hurry?"

The person who led the way took a look at Zhang Dixin, seeing that he was dressed in extraordinary clothes, he looked like a young master, although he was anxious, he was not too abrupt, so he could only answer patiently.

Only then did Zhang Dixin know that this is the south of Moyi City. He claims to be the owner of Songjiazhuang in the southern suburbs and a servant of Song Yiren. In recent days, the owner of Songzhuang built a new house, but for some reason, he built it seven or eight times, all of which were beams. Fire started for no reason.

Song Yiren was shocked, so he sent people to check, but all the good players were blown out by the five-color blast. It happened that a person passed by at this time, saying that there was a ghost, and he opened the altar that night, but unexpectedly, the house was burned overnight. The Taoist didn't know where he went.

In this way, Song Yiren invited several people, but not only did not see any effect, but the mages he invited were also more and more embarrassed. Up to now, he is already the first one.

Song Yiren!As soon as Zhang Dixin heard the name, he felt familiar. He thought sharply in his mind, and then remembered that this person is the eldest brother of Immortal Xiaoqiang Jiang Ziya in "The Deduction of the Gods". He is very loyal and has given Jiang Shang countless help.

That spirit is probably the five-way god in Song Yiren's garden in the novel. This Wuyao has no skills, so he can only be taken in by Jiang Ziya to do the hard labor of repairing the old Fengshentai.

"Is this sorcerer's surname Jiang?" Zhang Dixin looked at the man on the horse and asked.

When the Taoist heard the word "Jiang", he was overjoyed, laughed, pointed at Zhang Dixin and said, "Seeing that you are a good friend, let me go with you, without your benefit!"

Depend on!This is Jiang Ziya? !Zhang Dixin was taken aback. According to legend, Jiang Ziya was over sixty when he came out of the mountain. Such a look!

Could it be that the later history of Zhou beautified Jiang Ziya?This... This appearance is also... a bit too wretched, right?Thinking of this, Zhang Dixin couldn't help filling up the scene of the Conferred God Stage conferring gods in his mind, and couldn't help trembling behind him, the picture was too beautiful to imagine!
"Let's go, let's go! Hurry up, the owner is still waiting!" The servants urged in front, Zhang Dixin was curious, followed closely behind the team, and the group hurried to Songjiazhuang.

"Master Jiang! Oh, Master Jiang! You're finally here!" The group of people had just arrived at the Song Mansion, and the old man, who was over a year old, hurriedly greeted them with a tray.

When the Taoist saw Yin Zi, a chrysanthemum bloomed on his face instantly, and the hair on the mole trembled, and he supported the old man with one hand: "Master Song, you are welcome, Master Song, you are welcome!"

"Master Jiang Gao Yi, please come in quickly!" The old man was naturally Song Yiren, and he sent the silver, and then led the Taoist priest to the mansion, "Master Jiang, the little old man knows that the journey is far away, so he specially prepared wine and food, and returned to the mansion. Master, please don't give up!"

"Hehehe...that ghost is nothing more than a native chicken Wagoner, what a way!" The Taoist smiled, but he stood up in front of Song Yiren, "Song Zhuangzhu is bothering, and when the poor Daoist is full, he will return to the Song Mansion." A peace."

Song Yiren thought that this Taoist must be capable, and he had no doubts in his heart. He hurriedly said yes, and asked his servants to lead the way, and the group walked to the mansion.

Seeing Jiang Ziya like this, Zhang Dixin couldn't help shaking his head. This is clearly a picky bag, so there is no point in pointing out the country!
A group of people walked to the back garden and saw several unfinished houses among the flowers. The Taoist took a closer look and said, "Sure enough, Fengshui is good. The buildings here are built. According to Fengshui, there are 36 jade belts. The gold belt is as many as one liter of sesame seeds." !"

Is this really Jiang Ziya? !Zhang Dixin couldn't help being surprised when he heard the Taoist reciting the sentences in the original book. This...this Jiang Ziya...is too unexpected...

"Master is really clever!" Song Yiren had asked someone to observe Fengshui earlier, and he had heard that he was right, so he trusted Master Jiang even more in his heart, and bowed respectfully, "This monster is very powerful, please take care of me, Master." .”

Master Jiang smiled, and only said something trivial, but he didn't stop walking, and went straight to the hall. Song Yiren had already prepared a meal, and Jiang Ziya naturally ate it to his heart's content.

This... is simply unimaginable... Zhang Dixin never expected that the real Jiang Ziya would act like this. If he described Jiang Shang like this in later generations, he might be called a lunatic, but the reality is that a living The old Jiang Taigong has appeared in front of his eyes...

After drinking and eating, it was already sunset. In the garden, the altar was already ready. Master Jiang burped, wiped the oil from his mouth, picked up the mahogany sword, muttered something in his mouth, and only pointed at the burning When you point the candle, a flame rises!
Where the flame fell, black smoke rose, Master Jiang plunged his hand into the furnace cauldron, a cloud of smoke rose and fell into the blood bowl, a yellow mantle flew up, and the wooden sword was on the steps, drawing in depth, instantly In an instant, a magic talisman flew out!
Song Yiren had never seen this scene before, only Master Jiang was amazing, he thought he had come to Master Dao Shen, he was overjoyed, secretly thought that he had invited the right person this time, and the money scattered was not wasted...

This... Zhang Dixin looked at Master Jiang's actions, but his brows became more and more frowned. This is casting a spell on an altar. Why does it feel like a later generation pretending to be a ghost? ? !
(End of this chapter)