The Legend of Yin and Yang Ghosts

Chapter 13 The Body of Xuanyang
The old god stick walked in front calmly, as if he didn't care about other people's eyes at all. I glanced into the hall in a daze. This hall is a bit like a conference room, with a large round conference table in the middle.

At this time, there were more than a dozen people sitting around the conference table, and there were one or two young people standing behind them.

So at a cursory glance, there were about 30+ people in the hall.

These people were a little surprised to see the old god stick and me appearing in the hall, but after only a moment, most of those who sat down stood up and nodded to the old god stick, only three people were still sitting, nothing action.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear a little girl's gasp, but I didn't pay attention to it.

The old magic stick waved his hand, motioning for everyone to sit down.Then he walked towards the empty seat on the conference table, sat down naturally, and then pulled away the chair next to him to signal that I should sit down too.

I didn't even think about it, so I just sat down and didn't pay any attention to the strange gazes from other people present.

Seeing that the people in the hall were silent, the old god stick coughed lightly, and said: "Then what, you continue to talk about your stories."

Hearing the words of the old god stick, everyone's eyes seemed to have moved away from me, but it still made me feel a little bit on pins and needles. Only then did I realize that it seems that young people are standing behind, and I should also be standing behind the old god stick right?

I was thinking in embarrassment when suddenly a middle-aged man in his 30s said to the old god stick: "Old Mao, it's rare that you actually came to the meeting. Who is this little guy? Since you brought him here, Why don't you introduce me?"

I followed the sound and saw that the person who spoke was one of the three people who did not stand up to greet the old magic stick.At this moment, he was looking at me with a peaceful face, and was looking at me with a smile, but he could vaguely notice that there seemed to be a trace of sadness between the brows of this person, as if he had experienced endless vicissitudes.

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes focused on me again, staring at me uncomfortably.

The old god stick smiled and said: "Lao Miao, the reason why I came this time is because of him. Since you have all noticed, let me introduce you."

As he said that, the old magic stick pointed at me, and said with some pride: "He is my apprentice, the only apprentice of Mao Dafang, called~"

When he said this, he suddenly froze, looked at me with some embarrassment and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

i'm sweating...

Everyone present was sweating...

I consciously stood up, bowed slightly to the people sitting there neither humble nor overbearing, and said: "Boy Long Feng, please give me some pointers, seniors."

"Hehehe, disciples of Taoist Master Mao, we can't talk about giving advice, little guy, sit down."

Another older man, about 60 years old, said with a smile.

Long Feng was also polite, nodded slightly at the old man, and sat down again.

"Haha, not bad, Lao Mao actually accepted an apprentice, which is considered a big news in the circle. I think this little guy doesn't seem to have any bones, and there seems to be a sense of grandeur in his eyebrows. Not bad, Yes, it is an excellent seedling for practicing Taoism."

A middle-aged man laughed and said, I looked around, but I saw that the man had big arms and a thick waist, and his strong muscles could be seen through his clothes.

"Amitabha!" Suddenly, a gentle and calm voice sounded next to the middle-aged man who was called Lao Miao by the old god stick. I saw that it was a bald monk who looked about 50 or [-] years old.

The monk was sitting upright with a smile on his face. He was wearing a gray monk robe that seemed to have been washed and was a little whitish. He fiddled with a string of Buddhist beads with his left hand and made a Buddhist salute with his right hand. Baoxiang said solemnly.

"Mao Daoist's Taoist cultivation base makes us admire. Now this son has a Taoist body. If he gets one or two of the Taoist master's true teachings, his future achievements will be immeasurable, Amitabha!"

After that, the monk called out the Buddha's name again, but I was taken aback for a moment, I didn't understand why they all said that I had a good foundation, and even talked about Taoism.

I listened in a cloud but didn't react, but when the monk's words came out, the others were startled and focused their eyes on me again. I was bitter in my heart, wondering if it was necessary? For the fourth time, everyone stared at me together, not to mention how awkward it is.

Hearing the words, the old god stick praised: "You are still a bald donkey with vicious eyes, but Buddhist disciples can also see the mysteries of my Taoism."

The words of the old magic stick changed the color of those experts who were doing it even more, and one of them asked incredulously: "Could it be that this son... Could it be that he has the body of Xuanyang that is rare in a hundred years?"

"What?" The other people were shocked when they heard Xuanyang's body, and then looked at me with bright eyes. This feeling, like looking at some rare treasure, made me feel a little scared.

But I am even more curious, the body of Xuanyang?what is that?
As if seeing the doubt in my eyes, the old man in gray and white clothes explained in a hurry:
"The body of Xuanyang, known as the body of Taoism, is an excellent physique for practicing various spells. With this physique, others who have practiced Taoism for more than ten years may not be as good as those who have the body of Taoism for three to five years." This physique is rare to come across in a hundred years, I never thought that in this era of decline of all dharmas, I would be lucky enough to see it. Good, good, good."

Others also stared at me and couldn't stop sighing. Among them, an old man in his 50s stared at me for a long time, tried to squeeze out a kind smile, and said: "Young man, if you don't mind, why don't you also say hello to me?" Enter my Maoshan gate?"

With this appearance, it is easy to be beaten by crowds on the street. No matter how you look at it, it looks like human trafficking.

Before I could react, the old magic stick immediately stopped him and said: "That's not okay, he is already the only direct disciple of my Mao Dafang, you should all give up on that, Lao Jiu, you said you are so old Is it possible to do such a thing as robbing an apprentice?"

The old man who was called Lao Jiu by the old god stick smiled, rubbed his hands together in embarrassment, and said: "Look at what you said, isn't it a love for talents?"

While everyone was watching me in amazement and talking about it, a female voice sounded.

"The body of Xuanyang has also appeared in the world, so could it be that the legend..."

The female voice seemed to realize something when she said this, and shut up immediately. I turned my head and looked, only to find that there was a woman in her thirties sitting diagonally across from me.

The woman was dressed in trendy clothes, and her figure was a little fat, but it didn't affect her beauty. At this time, she was looking at me with a frown.

The others also suddenly fell silent at this moment, and then each of them began to frown slightly, and then a few people seemed to look behind the woman intentionally or unintentionally.

I was curious, I didn't understand what they were saying, so I followed suit, but I saw a young girl standing behind the woman, and the young girl blinked and smiled at me when she saw me looking at her.

But it was the girl who appeared to save me when I was chased by the ghoul at night.

(End of this chapter)