Evil Dao Ghost Confucian Demon Monk

Chapter 12 A Good Chrysanthemum
In the middle of the night, the moon is like a hook, and the clouds are bleak.

The white-haired old man finally came back to his senses, his eyes became clear, he stared at Yue Bulai and said, "Are you really willing to be my disciple?"

Seeing the old man's appearance, Yue Bulai was extremely disturbed.He spent half the night speculating on the meaning of the old man's words, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, and he was already completely unwilling.But now being suppressed by the power of the old man, he had no choice but to say insincerely: "I am willing, but I am afraid that the immortal fate is not enough and the qualifications are not enough."

As soon as Yue Bulai said this, the old man grabbed his wrist, a cold force pierced his skin, Yue Bulai couldn't help shivering.

The old man suddenly yelled: "Bullshit, I've tried it with my real yuan, it's not bad, kneel down and kowtow, follow me from now on, even if you are a piece of rotten wood, I can carve you a chrysanthemum. "

Yue Bulai was reluctant in every possible way, but as the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.At this time, being forced by the situation, he had to kneel down and kowtow three times perfunctorily. He was about to get up, but was pressed down by the old man forcibly. Yue Bulai felt that his shoulders were about to be broken, but when his head was close to the ground, the heavy pressure on his body stood up, Only the old man's hoarse and piercing voice could be heard in his ears: "Knock four more."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Shocked by the enormous power exerted by the white-haired old man, Yue Bulai didn't dare to steal or play tricks anymore, and obediently kowtowed four times.

The white-haired old man praised and said: "You can teach a child, as a teacher, I will definitely train you into a good chrysanthemum."

After finishing speaking, he breathed out, and a gust of wind blew up, and brought Yue Bulai out of the town.

Yue Bulai could only feel the wind whistling in his ears, and when he looked back, the small town under Feihu Mountain became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the darkness, he could no longer see it.And when he saw himself flying in the air, he wanted to yell loudly to vent the fear and excitement in his heart, but when he opened his mouth, the wind went straight into his throat, and the pain was unbearable, so he had to shut up.

After a night of silence, when it was almost dawn, the white-haired old man landed on the ground and came to a two-story inn.The white-haired old man confessed that Yue Bulai would leave again at night, so he went upstairs to rest.

Yue Bulai was doing accounts downstairs, and when he asked the shopkeeper of the inn, he found out that sixty miles to the north was the famous Qianbo Lake.Yue Bulai couldn't help but secretly stunned, because Feihu Mountain was located in the hinterland of Southern Chu, while Qianbo Lake was on the border of Southern Chu, and he flew so far in just one night, the white-haired old man really possessed the power of a god.

After this night's flight, Yue Bulai was even more afraid of the old man's supernatural powers, and he didn't dare to run away, so he bought good dishes near the inn and set a table downstairs full of cloth.

At night, the old man was very happy to see the delicacies downstairs, and took a deep breath at the table full of delicacies. The delicacies on the table were like blooming flowers suddenly withering, all of them became incomplete.The old man hiccupped suddenly and sighed softly, "It's been a long time since I've been so indulgent."

Yue Bulai was secretly shocked, but he didn't dare to say more.

The old man patted his belly, looked at Yue Bulai with a lot of intimacy in his eyes, nodded and praised: "Good boy, what a good chrysanthemum."

Regardless of whether this cheap disciple can accept this title.After a full meal, the white-haired old man once again aroused the Yin Feng and flew up with Yue Bulai.

That night, the stars were shining brightly, and Yue Bulai could clearly see the rippling water below from the sky, without seeing the edge.Qianbo Lake has a radius of [-] li, and it really lives up to its reputation.

After flying over Qianbo Lake under the shadowy wind, the sound of the wind in Yue Bulai's ears gradually slowed down, the speed of the wind slowed down, and the white-haired old man landed on the ground. I don't know where he got his supernatural power from.

While running, Yue Bulai could clearly see the face of the old man by the bright starlight. The old man was already very old, with many wrinkles on his face, but at this moment, there were many age spots on his face. There are also more wrinkles.The skin is also getting looser and more aging.

After another hour, more spots appeared on the face of the white-haired old man, and his breathing began to become short.He was already unable to support Ju Yue, so he just told him to follow quickly.

Another half an hour passed, the old man's eyes were cloudy, his body trembled for a while, and he couldn't move at all. He finally exhausted his energy and stopped panting, leaning against the roadside tree.

The old man gasped and ordered: "Take off your shoes."

Yue Bulai didn't know why, but he took off his shoes anyway.

The old man stretched out his left hand to grab Yue Bulai's left foot, and he didn't think the big man's feet were smelly, so he gestured with his right hand and drew something under his feet from time to time.

Yue Bulai only felt that his feet were numb and itchy, hot and painful, but he didn't dare to say a word, he could only bear it.

A stick of incense time passed.The old man finally finished the painting, and as soon as his right hand left Yue Bulai's left foot, a cold force was transmitted from Yue Bulai's left foot, until it reached the heel of his left calf, and the cold force gradually weakened. It didn't disappear, and I felt the coldness of my left foot.

Yue Bulai raised his left foot, and felt a chill in his heart when he saw it.It turned out that there was a small black chrysanthemum hovering around the sole of the left foot.From time to time, a faint green light flashed on the black chrysanthemum, which looked extremely evil.

Yue Bulai was afraid in his heart, but he didn't dare to resist, so he could only say aggrieved: "Master, what are you doing, is there something wrong with this disciple?"

The old man was short of breath, covered his mouth and coughed non-stop. After a while, he smiled strangely: "My dear disciple, didn't the teacher say that I want to carve you into a chrysanthemum? This chrysanthemum can help you absorb the innate Yin energy, It’s just that you don’t know how to use it yet, and as a teacher, it seems that I can’t protect you, so I have to find a way for you to practice.”

As he spoke, the old man handed a dagger wrapped in cold jade skin to Yue Bulai, and said: "This is the magic weapon of our sect, passed down from generation to generation, if it's not for the master, I'm going right now, you can't even touch it."

He took out another jade hairpin and said with a sad smile: "My teacher is learning the method of cultivating ghosts. There were originally twelve fellow disciples, but now I don't know how many people are left.

However, the method for absorbing innate Yin energy is exactly the same for everyone.You can use this jade hairpin to find your sister-in-law. Now she is either in Shu or Nanzhao.She will definitely find ways to let people know that she needs this hosta.Hey, she's lucky..."

He handed another kit to Yue Bulai, told him how to use it, and said, "There are only three talismans left in the kit, so save some. Let's go!"

Yue Bubai didn't dare to leave, even though he wanted to get rid of the old man a long time ago, who knows if he is being tested this time.

Yue Bulai could only pretend to be a loyal and filial apprentice again, and respectfully said: "Master, I will carry you on my back."

The old man was already sweating profusely, but he still took a deep breath and interrupted: "You don't have to put on an air here, I know you don't really worship me as a teacher, but I don't care, as long as you can take this hosta Just deliver it. In fact, this is also for your own good. If you can’t deliver the jade hairpin to your aunt in time, you will never be able to learn my mysterious kung fu. Hmph, the chrysanthemum under your feet will no longer be you The power of cultivation is the ghost door that takes your life, haha."

After the old man laughed maniacally, he still persuaded: "I have already talked to this point, why don't you hurry up, what are you waiting for, I really want to stand here and wait to die. If you can't find your aunt within half a year, you have to When you reach the method of absorbing the innate yin force, the yin and cold force under your left foot will enter the knee, and if it doesn’t work in half a year, it will get into the dantian, and it will be impossible for you to cultivate immortality. If you delay for another year, the perineal yin will Put your strength into your heart. Hmph, you will really become a ghost by then."

Yue Bulai was startled, and thought to himself: "I mean, why is this old man treating me so well? He is passing on his skills and giving away treasures. So he still has this trick."

"Master, you know how to practice, so teach your disciples." Yue Bulai begged immediately.

"Hey, just wait." The old man coughed and looked at the starry sky with his cloudy eyes.

Yue Bulai waited on the sidelines eagerly, making himself a loyal, benevolent and filial disciple.

But the old man lying beside the tree was already very angry, and when he saw that the big man didn't leave, he stopped talking to him.He only heard the old man sigh bitterly, his eyes looked to the west, and he murmured: "I'm not as good as you, I'm not as good as you..." The breath gradually stopped.

Seeing this, Yue Bulai knew that there was no hope, so he sighed, turned and left.But before he had gone far, he suddenly felt an extremely cold force scatter in all directions behind him, and his left foot also twitched. Looking back, he saw the old man's body turned into countless ghostly winds, disappearing between heaven and earth.

The trees and flowers around the old man all withered, and the rocks turned into dust.It turned into a ghostly scene with no life.

Yue Bulai didn't look back and left quickly.

Go all the way west.

Yue Bulai went to the edge of the Yangtze River that day, and he could see Longmen Gorge from afar.

Yue Bulai finally couldn't bear it anymore, he exhaled and yelled at the riverside.

The sound of cursing in Shu land can be heard throughout the valley, flowing eastward with the Yangtze River.Yue Bulai vomited his depressed feelings, and the bird-like feeling around the old man also eased a lot with these few yells.

After scolding, Yue Bumai calmed down, he felt the cold force under his feet from time to time, and it really extended up his heels, Yue Bubai was convinced that what the old man said was true.

Now we have to find the so-called aunt first.If you don't go, maybe you will be the next one to die.

This time I have to go, Yue Bulai looked at Longmen Gorge, and moved forward firmly.

Jinxiu River, Tianfu Street, Yipin Casino.

Shangguan Chouchou looked up at Yue Buai, and asked with a smirk: "Your chrysanthemum..." Seeing Yue Buai's angry eyes widen, he quickly swallowed his words, covered his mouth and kept silent.

Yue Bulai saw that he didn't make fun of his own embarrassment, so he slowly said: "Shangguan Chouchou, I am willing to tell you such private things, there is a reason for it, you just need to keep listening, don't interrupt."

Shangguan Chouchou nodded, signaling for Yue Bulai to continue.

"After being planted with chrysanthemums by that old man, the coldness under my left foot became stronger day by day. I was so anxious, and I was in a lot of hurry when I was on my way. But the weather in Longmen Gorge...is really terrible. "Yue Bulai smiled wryly, and began to talk about that strange experience again.

(End of this chapter)