While King Jinbo's eyes were still straight, Zhang Xiu slowly walked in from the entrance of the hall, with a kind smile, and said: "I have given this medicine to many patients, and it has successfully helped them relieve their pain."
"There was once a Yaksha who couldn't walk. After taking my medicine, his feet stood firmly on the Naihe Bridge that day."
"There was also a leopard spirit who was troubled by insomnia. After taking my medicine, he immediately fell asleep and slept for the rest of his life!"
Vixen: "@#￥%￥#@......"
This is obviously eating to death!
King Jinbo stared at Zhang Xiu for a moment, suddenly came back to his senses, and exclaimed: "You're not dead?!"
Zhang Xiu said with an innocent face: "If the Lord of Hell doesn't accept me, how can I reason with him?"
King Jinbo said angrily: "What are those rice buckets for? Such a big living person walks in and doesn't even pass a message!"
Zhang Xiuoh said, "Are you talking about those little monsters you captured? I have released them all."
After Zhang Xiu faked his death and entered the spiritual world, he then released all the monsters outside the hall that were persecuted by King Jin Bo.
At this moment, there are only two monsters left in the entire spiritual world: King Jinbo and Vixen. One of them is an undercover agent sent by Zhang Xiu...
Looking at the furious Jin Bo Dharma King, Zhang Xiu said calmly: "Jin Bo Dharma King, you'd better not get angry. Do you feel that your whole body is weak and your head is heavy now?"
Jin Bo Dharma King was stunned for a moment, and then found out that he had been tricked by Zhang Xiuyan, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiu smiled contemptuously and continued: "I'm not bluffing you. This medicine is very powerful. Getting angry will speed up the operation of the medicine. This medicine is incurable. Not even two thousand years of leopard spirit can resist it. Unless You can find the dung bottom of Jinhua Mansion."
King Jinbo's eyes lit up, and then he sneered and said harshly: "When I am cured of the poison, I swear to kill you!"
After saying that, his body shook and disappeared into the spiritual world.
After watching King Jin Bo leave, Fox Spirit was frightened and asked shiveringly: "Sir, when did you put the poison in King Jin Bo's wine glass? Why didn't I notice it at all?"
Zhang Xiu smiled slightly: "As the saying goes, wine is a poison that penetrates the intestines. It is already poisonous enough on its own, so I didn't put anything else into his wine glass at all."
The vixen was stunned: "Isn't that right? His limbs were weak and his head was heavy just now."
Zhang Xiu took a deep breath: "He drank too much."
Vixen: "..."
Thinking of the Golden Cymbal Dharma King who was eating manure at the bottom of the soil, the vixen silently sympathized with him for a moment, and then ran away quickly, vowing that even if he died, he would never run into Zhang Xiu's hand again!
On the other side, King Jinbo had finished eating the dung and mud and was lying outside the wall of the government office, vomiting uncontrollably.
Inside the courtyard wall, the Master said with a sigh on his face: "It's been fifty years since Lord Qingtian resigned and went into seclusion. No one has cleaned this cesspit for fifty years.
Today, a kind-hearted person suddenly came to clean up, and he didn't charge a penny, and he did good deeds without leaving his name. What a good person! "
Upon hearing this, King Jinbo's vomiting became even louder. He vomited until his body almost collapsed. He wanted to cut Zhang Xiu's body into thousands of pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart!
At this time, a kind man who happened to be passing by handed over a glass of water and said, "Drink some water and squeeze it down."
Jin Bo Dharma King took the water and drank it all in one gulp. Just as he was about to say thank you, he saw Zhang Xiu's hateful face and said angrily: "I'll kill you..."
Halfway through his words, King Jinbo had a stomachache, his face turned pale, and he said weakly and angrily: "What did you give me to drink just now!"
Zhang Xiudao: "Paraquat is specially used to treat straw bags."
The King of Golden Cymbals suffered from colic in his abdomen, and the pain revealed his true form, transforming into a huge golden centipede, waving his tail towards Zhang Xiu.
Zhang Xiu hugged the centipede's tail and ran the "Chun Yang Dao Sutra" with all his strength. The essence of the centipede essence continued to gather into the body.
As the centipede spirit tumbled, the courtyard wall collapsed, alarming the three squads of yamen servants in the government office. Everyone rushed there one after another, looking at the huge centipede in front of them, dumbfounded with fear.
The young catcher came to his senses first and said nervously: "Master, this centipede has become a spirit, right? Should we burn it to death with kerosene?"
The master rubbed his eyes, then slapped the catcher on the back of the head, and said angrily: "Burn your ass, didn't you see that the master is catching the centipede spirit!"
The catcher was stunned by the slap. He glanced at Zhang Xiu and said doubtfully: "How could there be such a great master? We, the prefect, should be sleeping with Miss Xiaocui in Zuichun Tower now, right?"
The master said angrily: "Does that dog-like thing deserve to be called the Grand Master? There has always been only one Grand Master Qingtian in our Jinhua Mansion! Everyone, stay back and don't disturb the Grand Master's subjugation of demons!"
Zhang Xiu was so dizzy after being thrown away by the centipede spirit that she couldn't help but say: "Actually, you can come over and help me chop..."
The master was stunned for a moment, then he realized what he was doing and shouted quickly: "Touchou Xiang, go and help!"
Xiang Baotou immediately responded, put on a tattered Taoist robe, transformed into a tiger, jumped up and stepped on the centipede spirit's head, and bit it in one bite.
The hard golden shell is as solid as gold. When the tiger bites it, little sparks of fire burst out.
Although the centipede spirit was not bitten to death, his head was held down. Zhang Xiu's pressure was greatly reduced. He landed on his feet and concentrated on absorbing the centipede spirit's essence.
After a while, the centipede spirit's squirming body gradually stopped and fell to the ground with a bang, raising a thick cloud of smoke.
Seeing the figure walking out of the smoke and dust, the master burst into tears. He threw himself at Zhang Xiu's feet and said with tears in his eyes: "Master, I can see you again in this life. I have no regrets in this life..."
Zhang Xiu helped him up, looked at him with faintly visible handsome features, and said with some uncertainty: "Xi Fangping?"
The master nodded excitedly: "It's the villain!"
Zhang Xiu was slightly amused: "Why did you become a master? I remember that you were going to take the imperial examination, didn't you?"
The master said with shame: "I don't have the literary talent of the master. I wasted half my life and only became a scholar. I had to go back to my hometown and become a useless master."
As he spoke, he pulled over the young catcher and introduced him: "He is Xiang Gao's grandson. After Xiang Gao's death, he took over as the catcher of the government office."
Zhang Xiu looked at him, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Brother Xi, go and clean up a room. I'm going to stay here for a few days." After that, he walked into the yamen.
The master responded and ordered: "Xiang Baotou, have someone clean up the main room!"
The head catcher said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Master, this is against the rules, the principal room belongs to the prefect Wang..."
The master sneered: "From today on, he is no longer the prefect."
Head catcher: "..."
(End of chapter)
