Yang Zhao was persuaded by Fang Shuli. She would always try to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
However, Yang Zhao got a headache: How can I ask for help from my ancestors? How to ask for help from gods? She only offered incense to deceased elders in her family during holidays.
I only offered incense to Sanqing in Yunyang Temple, but it was only done unconsciously and I didn't ask for anything.
Besides, where does the fragrance come from in this crappy place?
"You said you asked me to ask for help from the gods and ancestors, but how? Is there any ritual? Is there any way to say it?"
Fang Shuli became irritable: "Don't you even worship your own ancestral gods?"
Yang Zhao: "Bye, how can I be undefeated, but I haven't asked anyone for anything."
"When you opened your pulse and awakened your spirit, you invited that god to come into your mind and lend him the slightest bit of divine power. Isn't that just asking for help from a god? You have to be more sincere and kneel down quickly and start begging. Don't waste time. .”
Yang Zhao: "That's not right! Why am I begging? Why don't you beg?"
Yang Zhao felt that Fang Shuli's expression looked like he wanted to eat someone.
"What am I begging for? I turned to the demon path, or am I still a demon from Chi County Shenzhou! Who do you want me to beg for!!!"
Yang Zhao: "......"
Yang Zhao knelt on the ground without saying a word, thinking wildly in his mind: By the way, who was he thinking about when he opened his pulse last time?
oh! monkey!
Bah bah bah! That is the Monkey King! That is the battle to conquer the Buddha! What kind of monkey is not a monkey! Not polite!
Be careful, there really is such a monkey... Bah! Let him hear the words of the Monkey King, why not knock him to the ground with a stick? !
"Please ask the Monkey King to come and help!"
Uh..., no response.
"Please ask the Victorious Buddha to come and help."
Still no response.
"The Monkey King is invited to come and help."
………
Yang Zhao was so angry that he rushed over and had a fight with Fang Shuli.
"You just want me to kneel down and watch my jokes, don't you?"
"Where can I go to see your joke? Xincheng, don't you know what Xincheng is? You are just teasing me!" Fang Shuli also felt that he was being tricked, so he began to resist desperately.
Yang Zhao: "Bah, why am I so dishonest? You slander me!"
Fang Shuli: "This is the place of your soul. Of course you can tell whether you are sincere or not. If you pray sincerely, visions will appear on your body. Of course, if you are not sincere, there will be no vision at all."
While the two of them were fighting in full swing, the two people outside stopped fighting and began to test each other.
When Yang Zhao and Fang Shuli heard the two people talking, they didn't dare to continue the quarrel. They were afraid that if they made too much noise, they would not be able to hear the conversation between the two people outside, and in the end they would miss a sentence or a half of the conversation. , it’s too late to regret.
"Fellow Taoist, our two clans have made an agreement more than two hundred years ago. If you are dissatisfied, just tell me. Why bother these juniors? Let them out. If you really want to Fight, how about we let go and have a fight."
Yang Zhao recognized it and it was Zong Sheng's voice.
"Hahahaha, why should I listen to you? Besides, our clan only needs one successor. Naturally, the strong one will take the position. The weak one will let his soul become the nourishment of the strong one, nourishing the future prince of our clan. Why not?" This was the middle-aged man's voice.
Zong Sheng's voice turned cold: "When you first reached an agreement with us, you didn't inform us of this in advance! Aren't you afraid that your oath will backfire?"
Middle-aged man: "Hahahaha, I want to laugh so much. With my current ending, I am still afraid of the backlash!"
Zong Sheng: "So you activated the star-guiding formation in advance and suppressed the souls of the younger generation, just to make these children die more?"
The middle-aged man's reply sounded a little sick to Yang Zhao.
"Am I being merciful, okay? They were killed by the meteorite, and it is better to be killed by me than to kill each other. They took my blood token, and they were destined that only one would survive in the end! Now it's up to me to do it, Isn't it better than them doing it themselves? I have solved a big problem for you aristocratic families! How can you repay kindness with hatred without saying thank you? "
Indeed, if the children of these families are allowed to kill each other, then most of these families will fall out with each other and fight endlessly.
Zong Sheng: "Shut up! Let these juniors go quickly. I can show mercy, otherwise I will make you live and die!"
"I'm still afraid of you!"
Yang Zhao listened to the conversation between the two people and roughly figured out some clues.
This middle-aged man should have signed an agreement with Zong Sheng and the others a long time ago. This time, senior students from various schools came here, not for the one or two meteorites, but for the blood token in the middle-aged man's hand.
That is to say, to be the crown prince of a clan.
No wonder Yang Zhao was stopped several times by people to check the meteorite in her hand. These people were looking for the meteorite just as a pretense. They were Xiangzhuang Dancing Sword - intending the blood token!
Unfortunately, this bait has a hook inside, so the fish that eats it will not end well!
grass!
Just when Yang Zhao was listening to Bagua with excitement, he suddenly reacted.
She realized that she was also a small fish that accidentally bit the bait. If according to the middle-aged man's statement, there would only be one left in the end, then with her current ability, who could she compete with?
Doesn't that mean her death is approaching?
How could she be so unlucky?
When Yang Zhao heard the other party fighting again, he had a firm supporter in his heart: Uncle Zong Sheng! kill him! ! Beat her to death! ! !
Hearing the conversation between the two, Fang Shuli was also anxious. His soul now resides in Yang Zhao's soul. If Yang Zhao dies today, he will not end well.
"Stop being so dazed, quickly pray to God and worship your ancestors! You really want to die today!"
There was no speculation over there, they started fighting together again, and Yang Zhao quickly prayed for God's blessing.
"No, what am I begging for? Am I begging the gods to kill him? Or am I begging the ancestors to send me out?"
Fang Shuli was going crazy: "What are you thinking? How deep is your relationship with the gods before he can agree to these unreasonable requests of yours?"
He hammered the ground bitterly and said: "I asked you to pray sincerely, just so that your ancestors and gods could look at you and point you to a clear path to avoid this place. You didn't feel the red light?" Are you getting more murderous? There is a dead end in front of you, why do you want to go so far?"
Yang Zhao was startled. She seemed to really feel the red light sweeping over her body, which gave her a sore and numb feeling.
Fang Shuli was always hiding behind her, a big strange shadow that suddenly shrunk a few times.
She even saw that when the red light touched Fang Shuli, black smoke came out of him.
