Evil Dao Ghost Confucian Demon Monk

Chapter 94
See the anger in the eyes of 'Lord True Demon Emperor'.Uli Zhisang couldn't help feeling afraid and worried. He racked his brains and thought hard.It took a while for the brows to relax.He clapped his hands and said, "Oh, I thought of it. There is another method that can be used."

"What method?" Wang Jitu also excitedly asked.

"Just take a sip of the fine wine made from the fresh milk of the 'Witch Dove Beast', and you can use it with some witchcraft. But this wine is very rare." Wu Li Zhisang said happily.

"Then what are you talking about?" Wang Jitu was completely taught by the old way of Beifeng. He didn't hide his emotions and scolded whenever he wanted.

"Brother Wang, don't worry, if it's just like that, I won't say anything. Look!" Uli Zhisang hurriedly showed his loyalty, handed out a crimson feather, and said with a smile: "This is a feather." "Fengyudou" is a keepsake handed down by my ancestors. It is said that this object is made of the "feather" of the fourth-level demon lieutenant in the demon bird "mafengqueyao". It can be used without witchcraft. It's just that the space is too small .If you didn’t mention it, I would have forgotten that there is space in it.”

When Wang Jitu heard this, he immediately burst into a smile.The appearance of this crimson feather is better than that of Wu Lizhisang's light red 'sparrow feather pocket'.The light red looks a bit pinkish, he thought that one was too feminine, but this one is just right.But he frowned again and said, "You said it was a keepsake handed down from your ancestors, so I can't hold it well."

"My things belong to Third Brother Wang. There's nothing wrong with that." Wu Li Zhisang said with a flattering smile.

"Tell the truth!" Wang Jitu scolded.

"Oh, it's useless to hold this token. I heard that this object was given to my ancestors by the 'Stone Tribe' of the Wu tribe. Now that tribe has been divided into 'hard strips', 'arrows', 'violent arrows' Falcon' and a dozen or so tribes. The tribes fight every year and quarrel every year. My own family can't stop arguing, who will take care of the tokens of their ancestors. Anyway, this thing is useless."

"Oh!" Wang Jitu nodded, picked up the feather and tried it out.This feather does not have a bright light spot like the one just now.But there are a series of jagged things in the center, as long as you press it according to a specific route, a space will be sunken in the feathers.Just the right size to hold the turtle shell on the back.I couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction, and I didn't have to walk with a tortoise shell on my back in the future, and asked again: "This is what the fourth-level demon captain can do, what about the higher-level ones?"

"I do know a little bit about this. High-level monster birds with space ability will not hide the power of space in their feathers. It is said that they are all in the demon core. But that kind of monster bird is not something we can meet." Wuli Zhisang said.

Wang Jitu nodded, and then chatted with Wu Lizhisang about the two grazing.It's really a wronged person, and a debtor.Such a coincidence can happen to Wang Jitu.The two people grazing were actually from Mengjiabao.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was the original Mr. Meng, and he really didn't realize that he had fallen into such a state at this time.

Although Wang Jitu is not a petty person, seeing his enemy like this makes people happy after all.

An hour passed quickly.

Mr. Meng finally stopped gnawing grass and wanted to stand up straight, but because of his physical strength stimulated by witchcraft, he became weak and unsteady.With a stagger, he fell to the ground.The old housekeeper wanted to help him, but he fell to the ground powerlessly.

Seeing his appearance like this, old man Meng cried out, tears streaming down his dirty face, forming two black lines.At this time, he really felt that life was desolate, and he had no hope.

"Look at you, you might as well be dead." Wang Jitu said with a gun and a stick.

Even though Mr. Meng fell to the ground, he still straightened his back, and said in a choked voice: "You cannot be moved by poverty, and you cannot be subdued by might. No matter how downcast my Meng family's children are, they will never say a word of death lightly. Even you Even if you saved me, you can't insult me."

When Mr. Meng was turned into a horse, he did not lose his sanity.I already know what happened, and know that two evil monks, one was destroyed and the other was subdued.Although he was very tired at this time, it was the most relaxed moment in the past few days.

Wang Jitu couldn't help laughing when he heard what Mr. Meng said.He originally had the kind of chivalrous disposition of 'being arrogant but not humiliating, bullying the strong but not the weak'.My head is full of stories about unrivaled heroes.Seeing that Mr. Meng fell into this situation, and still maintained his integrity, he lost the desire to take revenge for no reason.He just said lightly: "Do you still remember me?"

Mr. Meng looked carefully and shook his head.

Wang Jitu rubbed his cheeks and said with a smile: "Look carefully, although the skin is a little paler, but you still hit me back then."

Mr. Meng stared intently, startled, and was about to say the word 'dang monk', but suddenly remembered that this person saved him.He suddenly realized in his heart, could it be that he really wronged this person at the beginning.For a while, his face kept changing.Grateful for a while, skeptical for a while, and finally figured it out, with a look of regret all over his face, and deep shame in his eyes.

Wang Jitu's anger also dissipated quite a bit, but he stood up abruptly, aggressively, and said murderously: "Back then, you Mengjiabao pushed me off the cliff without distinguishing between right and wrong, likes and dislikes. Later, I was lucky After surviving, after thinking about it, I feel that although your situation is excusable, it is unforgivable. Today is the time to make a break."

Old Man Meng stared at it, and wanted to argue, but sighed, closing his eyes and waiting for death.

"Bah!" Wang Jitu spit on old man Meng's face, turned his head and left.

Old Man Meng opened his eyes and said angrily: "Boy, wait a minute! A scholar can be killed and cannot be humiliated. If you treat me like this, you might as well chop me to death with a knife. I really can't see that you are a fake monk."

Wang Jitu ignored it at all and walked straight forward.Wuli Zhisang followed closely behind.

"Go on!" Seeing this, Mr. Meng had no choice but to throw out something.

Wang Jitu caught it with his backhand, and when he held it in his hand, he saw it was a light blue sachet.The word 'language' is embroidered with dark blue silk thread on it.

Although there is a lot of dirt on the sachet, there is still a wisp of fragrance remaining.

"If you have something to do, you can go to the 'Mingren Academy' in the hinterland of the central region, and activate the talisman in the sachet to inform my daughter. With this sachet, my daughter will definitely help you. My daughter is now a member of the Mingren Academy A direct disciple. Asking her to do things for you is really a big deal for you. From then on, we owe nothing to each other and go our own way." Mr. Meng walked away, although he looked downcast, he walked very openly, presumably young Shi is also full of enthusiasm, with a bit of a heroic spirit.

Seeing this, Wang Jitu shook his head secretly, he was about to throw away the sachet, but remembering the woman's glamorous appearance, he unexpectedly put the sachet into his bosom.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, thinking of a beautiful woman in their heads, the corners of their mouths can't help but rise, and their hearts are full of ambition and pride.A direct disciple of Mingren Academy, I, Wang Jitu, may not be inferior to you in the future.

Wang Jitu's eyes were burning, he looked straight ahead, and strode boldly.But after only a few steps, there was a loud noise behind him.

"Brother Wang, where are you going?"

"What is a monk?"

"Haha, Brother Wang, are you kidding me? I've heard it for a long time. Except for the monks in Wufa Temple, all other temples in the world are vegetarians and abstinent. Come on. That day is about football."

Wu Lizhisang followed, talking non-stop.

Wang Jitu suddenly stopped, put Wu Lizhisang's shoulder and said, "Xiaozhi, am I your master now?"

Wu Lizhisang nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"How about this, you stay in Bailiji. Temporarily do odd jobs for the owner of Baili Jupanji, and repay the debt we owe to the owner. Learn more about mortal culture in your free time. These are the ways to enter the world. The principles in the world are very precious, no matter you are in the Wufa Temple or in the Wu tribe, you can't learn them. Be serious. I will come to you after I finish my work." Wang Jitu ordered.

Wu Li Zhisang made it clear that he was unwilling, but Wang Jitu just waved the 'Witch Oath Card', and he walked in the direction of Bailiji honestly.

Seeing him go away, Wang Jitu took a deep breath, looked westward, and had a firm heart.

(End of this chapter)