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"Huh? I didn't calculate it. I always knew it."
The old Taoist Zhang Lindao walked on the stone steps step by step, his tattered oil-paper umbrella beating the air behind him, as if pieces were falling on a chessboard of heaven and earth.
"Master..." Yang Miaozhen grabbed the old Taoist's arm and stared at the old Taoist anxiously.
"It's okay." The old Taoist stopped and reassured his disciple:
“There is just someone who wants to kill Zhao Wujiang.
Well, no, no, to be precise, it's... instead of...
What body, talent, luck, treasure, etc..."
Listening to Master's "comfort", Yang Miaozhen froze on the spot and said in a panic:
“Isn’t that just seizing one’s body?
No, I have to save him! "
Body Seizing, a profound Taoist skill in the Taoist sect, involves taking one's own soul out of one's body and occupying the soul in another's body. It is mostly used to resurrect the soul through corpses, but it can also be used to forcibly burn other people's souls and seize other people's bodies.
Zhang Daolin patted Yang Miaozhen's head gently with his big hand, and a piece of yellow talisman paper was pasted on Yang Miaozhen's black hair. He said in a gentle tone:
“Misfortune lies where blessings depend, and fortune lies where misfortune lies.
What are you going to do? If you go, you may not be saved, and if you are saved, it may not be a good thing. "
Yang Miaozhen's beautiful eyes were full of water vapor, and she couldn't open her mouth even if she wanted to. Her body was uncontrollably moving up the mountain.
She was hit by the puppet charm drawn by Zhang Lindao and her movement was restricted.
Seeing Yang Miaozhen looking like he was about to cry, Zhang Lindao sighed, flicked his fingers, and touched some of Yang Miaozhen's restrictions.
Yang Miaozhen found that she could speak and asked sincerely:
"Master, go and save him."
"Hey, Master can't save him." Zhang Lindao climbed up the stairs, and the disciple beside him also followed up stiffly. He explained:
"The sword tomb surnamed Pei has been laid out for many years, and his hidden strength is very strong. He is basically the strongest person under the heaven level. Master, do you want me to rush over and die with an old bone?"
"Master, you obviously..." Yang Miaozhen became more and more anxious, because the master was obviously a heaven-level cultivator.
"Hush." The old Taoist made a gesture and looked around, but saw no trace of immortality. He whispered to his disciple:
"Don't let them listen.
You don't need to worry about this, the mountain people have a clever plan. "
"What kind of clever plan?" Yang Miaozhen breathed a sigh of relief. If the master said there is a clever plan, then it is definitely a clever plan. There are no tricks left.
The old Taoist pointed his fingers mysteriously and said earnestly:
"The road is at your feet, and those who take every step steadily will not fall."
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Wild smoke and creeping grass.
Pei Jingcheng, dressed in a wide black robe and a silk hat, stood at the place where Zhao Wujiang must pass on his way back.
Sword Tomb is his identity label, just like there are so many people who use swords in Sword Tomb, they often take the identity of the people of Sword Tomb.
But apart from this identity, who is he?
He remembers the past vividly.
His mother died when he was born, and his father was a pig butcher in the village. However, he could not kill many pigs throughout the year, and naturally he could not earn much money.
He never went to school since he was a child, and his father was a heavy drinker. Every time he drank, he would beat him severely and call him a loser.
When he was twelve years old, one rainy night, his father came back from killing a pig, smelling of alcohol, and beat him indiscriminately.
The resentment he had accumulated over the years broke out. He grabbed the butcher knife from his father's waist and hacked his father to death.
After all these years, he could never forget his father's eyes full of disbelief.
After killing people on a rainy night, he ran all the way, running through mud and water, from night to day, to the scorching sun, and ended up at the entrance of a dilapidated Taoist temple.
When he woke up, he found that he had been rescued by a charitable old Taoist man.
The Taoist temple is a Taoist temple, and the old Taoist is not the temple owner. Because he saved a person and opened his mouth to eat, the old Taoist was criticized by the temple owner, saying that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. That is what the monks say. if.
He and the old Taoist priests all arranged the heavy work for both white and red matters.
