in2ebook Chapter 147 You have no chance with Maoshan!
Chapter 147 You have no chance with Maoshan!
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The direction of the town entrance.
"Master, the inn is ready!"
Qiu Sheng and Wencai wiped the sweat from their foreheads and spoke breathlessly to Tulong and others who had changed their attire.
Since joining the Dragon Slayer's army, the two have basically become menial servants.
Anyone can order them around anytime and anywhere for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
disobedient?
Then beat him!
If it doesn’t work once, try ten times.
"Ok!"
Tulong narrowed his eyes, ignored the two men, and walked straight into the distance; the dozen or so disciples dressed as bodyguards behind him also looked down on them, not taking the two men seriously at all.
Just these two things, and you want to join Ye Mao Mountain?
A group of figures walked towards the distance in a mighty procession.
At this moment, Qiu Sheng and Wencai looked at each other as if they had discovered something, and then hurriedly ran towards the direction of the dragon slayer.
"Master, that's Yang Lingxiao!"
"brush!"
The three words "Yang Lingxiao" made Tulong's face tense, and he quickly looked in the direction of the two people's fingers.
After just one glance, Tulong withdrew his gaze and slapped the two men's hands down.
Those old bastards in Maoshan, you stare at them one second, and they will think you want to murder them the next second. In this way, it will be easy for you to meet the founder.
"go!"
Tu Long calmly led a group of disciples into the distance. After blending into the crowd, he heaved a sigh of relief. "Are you two sure he is Yang Lingxiao?"
"Master, even if he turns to ashes, we will never admit our mistake!"
The two said it with a solemn oath.
"That's good!"
Tulong did not act rashly immediately, but instead looked deeply into the distance.
Judging from the nature of those old immortals in Maoshan, since they dare to release the treasure in their eyes, they must have a backup plan.
With these rotten birds and stinky potatoes, it is impossible to take it down.
But it doesn't matter, as long as they can distract their eldest brother and the head elders and come over, then great things can be accomplished.
"Take your muskets and meet him at night!"
Tulong's eyes were fierce as he stared at the direction where Yang Lingxiao left and said.
Just as everyone left, two voices rang out from the darkness.
"This group of people is really interesting. You might say they are stupid, but they know that their master, Maoshan, is not easy to mess with, so they have to be cautious.
You say they are clever, they want to use the musket to restrain a person who has been practicing thunder magic since childhood, has a golden light and a concentrated mind, and is ruthless and merciless. "
"Can that thing break the master's golden protective light?" Fu Meng's voice sounded slowly, but it sounded helpless, as if he had touched something dirty.
"go back!"
Heishan didn't even look at him, just raised his hand, picked up Fu Meng and disappeared.
Ants, all ants!
The so-called Big Brother of Ye Mao Mountain is at most a relatively powerful ant.
A powerful ant is still an ant!
In the dojo not far away.
"Big Brother, we were wrong!"
Ah Xing and Xiao Yue knelt together in the temple and spoke to Yang Lingxiao with guilt on their faces.
It was not until now that they recalled the Maoshan precepts taught to them by Uncle Jiu.
To pay homage to other ghosts and gods with a Taoist body is not only bringing discredit to the ancestors, but also slapping them in the face.
Thinking of this, the two of them hurried back to apologize to Yang Lingxiao.
"Wrong, it's indeed wrong!"
"But the fault lies not with you, but with your master. He only accepted you as nominal disciples, but did not bring you with him to teach him personally.
Wrong, it’s his fault too!”
"I'm not strict with my teachings. I'll report this to the headmaster!"
"You don't have to call me Big Brother. You have no connection with Maoshan!"
Yang Lingxiao slowly stood up and spoke to the two of them calmly.
Don’t say that a true Taoist should have a heart that accommodates all sects. If you have such a heart, why would you join Taoism? You might as well just call yourself one of the various schools of thought.
In Yang Lingxiao's eyes, Tao is Tao!
It was not that these people chose the ancestor, but that the ancestor accepted them out of mercy and used his Taoist body to make the so-called prayers. If Shi Shaojian were here, he would definitely send the two of them to see the ancestor.
Your Taoist body was given to you by your ancestor. Your ancestor protected you from being attacked by Taoist soldiers in troubled times, and taught you the ability to make a living. But after you put down your chopsticks after eating, you cursed.
No matter how much you say, it's your fault!
Since you are wrong, you must pay the price!
"I will take away all the ancestral deities in the temple. This temple and these twenty dollars will be considered as the means of survival for you, left by your master!"
"Find a job in the future, be diligent, and you can live a full life!"
Yang Lingxiao raised his finger and knocked, and all the talisman gallbladders left in the two people's bodies by Uncle Jiu fell into the center of his palm.
Without a talisman passed down by a master, even if you can copy a talisman 100%, you cannot borrow even a trace of its magic power.
With another gesture, the connection between the two and Maoshan was severed.
As the golden light fell, the ancestral tablets in the distant temple disappeared completely, leaving only an empty table.
"Big Brother, we were wrong, we were really wrong!"
Seeing Yang Lingxiao leaving with a wave of his sleeves, the two of them quickly stood up and chased after him, but they found nothing.
"Let's go back!"
"You have no destiny with Maoshan!"
"That's what I said!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a handful of lightning rose from Yang Lingxiao's body, his Taoist robe flipped over, and he disappeared immediately.
Sure enough, it was definitely not unfair for Second Uncle Lin Jiu to be bombarded by the Lightning Thunder Fist every day. If it were him, what fell from the sky would not be the Lightning Thunder Fist, nor the Thunder God, but a thunder tribulation.
It seems that the master did not beat his fellow apprentice enough and failed to eliminate his rebellious nature.
At the same time, in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story.
Uncle Jiu, who had finally killed a wolf demon, sneezed several times in a row, and then looked at his senior brother Shi Jian beside him with a resentful look.
"What are you looking at?!"
"Second brother, you did a great job!"
"Thunder Lord, help me!"
Shi Jian raised his hand and crushed the letter from Yang Lingxiao into nothingness, then said to Uncle Jiu, "Thunder God, help me."
If conditions allowed, he really wanted to hang it up.
"Brother, spare my life!"
As he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu flew forward dozens of steps, then fell headfirst into the mud in the distance, the kind that couldn't be pulled out.
Shi Jian was also a little puzzled, and then spread out his palms.
Isn't my thunder fierce enough?
"Thunder God and Lightning Mother, obey my command!!!"
Behind the tree stump in the distance.
"Brother, this move should be very painful, right?" Taoist Qianhe, who was dressed in the uniform of the headmaster, suddenly asked with a somewhat gnashing expression.
Taoist Simu: "..."
"I don't know if it hurts, but I know one thing: Second Brother must be having a blast."
Taoist Simu answered with lingering fear.
"Junior brother, thankfully we didn't skip this test when we accepted our disciples!"
"Otherwise, we will be the ones blasted into the ground!"
The two looked at each other and moved back.
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