Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 66

"I don't care how powerful they are! They're all on my plate anyway!" Fu Lan forced herself to stand up, stretched out her right hand, and said sharply, "Give me that stone!"

"Why should I give it to you?" The magic stick took out the red strange stone, pinched his fingertips and turned it around, "Why do you ask me for it?"

A fierce look flashed in Fu Lan's eyes, and he quickly restrained himself. He smiled and asked, "Don't you want to know... what this stone is for?"

"I know what it can do." The magic stick was unmoved, "The sinister aura carried by this stone is a great help to ghosts in their cultivation."

"That's just one of them." Fu Lan looked at Min Yuejun whose eyes were getting colder, guessed something, and said with a wicked smile, "Second, it can..."

Before he finished speaking, Min Yuejun snatched the stone from the magic stick, and said coldly, "I want to get it myself!"

"What are you panicking about?" Fu Lan coughed twice, and slowly explained to the magic stick as he approached, "This stone is a tool of torture in the underworld. It stands to reason that it shouldn't leave the underworld. Guess what, your apprentice stole it out. What are you doing?"

"The instruments of torture in the underworld?!" The magic stick was inexplicable.

Min Yuejun was furious, and threw him into the ditch of the dead!

Fu Lan rushed forward quickly to grab the stone, and said quickly, "This stone can refine souls!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a splash, and Fu Lan grabbed the stone, but fell into the river and was instantly swallowed by the river.

"Refining... the soul?" The magic stick looked at Min Yuejun blankly, and asked, "What does Fu Lan mean? What about refining the soul?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Min Yuejun barely stood up straight, but he gradually lost his spiritual power, "Master...I...I..."

The magic stick quickly supported him, and said anxiously: "Yue Jun! Are you okay?"

"Master..." Min Yuejun grabbed his sleeve tightly and said with difficulty, "Take... take me out of here..."

"where to?"

"Get away from... get out of here..."

Min Yuejun's whole body went limp, and he collapsed into his arms.

The magic stick fell to the ground with him, stretched out his hand to press his chest, only to find that the spiritual power in his body was rushing, no wonder he was so weak all of a sudden despite no external injuries!

"Where's your sword?" The magic stick pressed his shoulder, "Can you still control the sword? I'll take you to Ruyi's house."

Min Yuejun shook his head slightly: "Come on."

"...The sword is mastered, how can I control your sword?" The magic stick glanced at the sword in his hand, the brilliance flowed, and it showed its sharpness. How can others control it?

"Yes." Min Yuejun said in a low voice, "You still taught me Yujian's formula."

This is true.Yujian is one of the introductory spells for cultivating Taoism. Although the magic stick is the last one in Qinglian Temple, the mantra is very easy to recite. When I taught it to Min Yuejun, the apprentice learned it in two or three days.It's just that Min Yuejun used the iron sword he found forged by a blacksmith from the bottom of the mountain. It was not sharpened and could not hurt anyone. It was used for ordinary practice.

This sword must be the new sword that Min Yuejun changed after he left Qinglian temple.

The magic stick was a little hesitant, but Min Yuejun had been running back and forth for the past few months, and his already strong body had been injured several times, and part of his spiritual power had just been sucked away... With a soft heart, he tried to recite the formula of Yujian, The sword trembled uncomfortably in Min Yuejun's hand.

"It really works?" The magic stick was surprised, and repeated it again.

The sword gradually left Min Yuejun's palm and hung crookedly in the air.

Min Yuejun sat up with his arms propped up, watching his sword move strangely, and couldn't help looking at the magic stick.His master Yu Jian has always been poor, he could at least be able to float the sword flat in the air before, but now... he sighed: "Master, did you forget the formula?"

"How is it possible! I have a good memory!" Shenzhu retorted embarrassingly, "I...I just don't know its name, I'm... a little uncertain!"

Min Yuejun smiled softly, and told him, "It's called Fuxue."

"...Isn't your Fuchen also called Fuxue?"

"Well, I'm too lazy to think of a new name."

"..."

The magic stick had to try again, and finally controlled the Fuxue sword into the air.He helped Min Yuejun stand up, and said with concern: "Your spiritual power is insufficient, and your body is weak, are you cold?"

The winter days after the snow are especially cold. Even if there is no wind, people are shivering with cold.Min Yuejun wears Taoist robes all year round, and it is good to have spiritual power to protect his body on weekdays. Once his spiritual power is lost, his body will be the same as that of ordinary people, and he will not be able to withstand the weather at all.

"Cold." Min Yuejun leaned against his back and lowered his head, with one arm around his waist, his tone didn't even have the slightest hint of aggrieved or coquettish, but the magic stick just made his heart ache.

He has adopted Min Yuejun for so many years, and he has never let him suffer from the cold.Even when they met for the first time, when he carried Min Yuejun all the way back to the mountain, he couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw him standing on the ground with bare feet.Later, Min Yuejun lived in Qinglian Temple, and there was never a shortage of braziers and quilts in winter. Even if he wanted to take a hot bath, the magic stick could instruct other disciples to cook it for him.

The seniors always said that he was like a child, careless and condescending, but in the matter of taking care of Min Yuejun, although he was not considerate, he was meticulous enough.His apprentice had a dull face since he was a child, but he would also play coquettishly to him awkwardly and follow his ass to beg for candy.

If he hadn't left back then and stayed by Min Yuejun's side all the time, maybe so many things wouldn't have happened. Min Yuejun was still the tall little apprentice who couldn't help yawning and pestering him to help him get dressed.

"Master..." Min Yuejun closed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's okay." Shenzhu put his arm around his waist, and jumped onto Fuxue Sword.He looked back at the calm water surface of Dead Man's Ditch, not knowing where He Tang and Yang Jinshu had been taken, so he had to send Min Yuejun to a safe place first, and he would come to find out.After making up his mind, he walked away with his sword, and subconsciously opened his arms to shield Min Yuejun from the wind, only to find that he was already a ghost and couldn't stop the chill.

He was stunned for a moment, thinking of a few fire tactics, but those were temporarily unable to warm Min Yuejun's body, he couldn't even give the warmth of a hug.

He is a ghost, and the soul of a ghost has no temperature, no matter how long you hold it, it will not warm up.

He is dead.

"Master, this is really good." Min Yuejun whispered in his ear, "I feel like I'm dead, that's why I'm so close to you."

The magic stick didn't turn his head back, and said in a cold tone, "A good person doesn't live long, and a disaster lasts for a thousand years. You can't die for this kind of disaster."

"That's true." Min Yuejun echoed, "For a bad person like me, death is a kind of relief."

Shen stick thought of something, and suddenly asked him: "You have been in poor health these years, did you not see a doctor?"

"What do you see the doctor for? It can't cure my disease."

"It's not a serious illness, why can't it be cured?"

"How to cure heart disease?" Min Yuejun smiled indifferently, "I've been dying of illness for a long time."

"..." Shenzhu really wanted to ask what was wrong with him, but the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't ask.He could even guess with his toes that it must be related to him.

He looked at the mountains, rivers and snow fields under his feet, his eyes drifted away, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Fu Lan's words suddenly entered his mind. He said that Min Yuejun stole the stone from the underworld and used it to refine his soul... They had already guessed before that the red strange stone was too evil, so it must have come from the underworld. I don't know where Min Yuejun got it.And refining the soul... these two words are not a good thing when you hear them.

The magic stick secretly glanced sideways at Min Yuejun, who seemed to be weak and drowsy, lying motionless on his shoulders, his long eyelashes were closed, and he could vaguely glimpse the shadow of his childhood.

Judging from Shenstick's many years of experience, soul refining is an extremely evil technique of ghosts, and there are various methods. It is a cultivation method that some experienced people or ghosts like.Generally speaking, it is human beings who refine their souls more; among them, Taoists have the most.Taoism has long formed its own school of catching ghosts, suppressing demons, exorcising evil spirits, and refining alchemy, mastering various ways of ghosts.The spells practiced by many cultivators are derived from the techniques of ghosts. Even Qinglianguan inevitably learned a lot of ghosts from the ghosts they captured, and countered them.Therefore, the people of Qinglian Temple not only understand the righteous way of cultivation, but also some ghost skills. It is normal in the Jianghu, and the disciples will gradually choose different cultivation methods in the process of cultivation.

At the beginning, Shenzhu preferred the techniques of ghosts. Apart from practicing the righteous way of masters and the five elements and eight trigrams, he would also read some ancient books and secrets of ghosts, and even practice them.Under the guidance of him and all the masters, Min Yuejun cultivated both sides, but he learned more orthodox Taoist magic, but he didn't learn much about the ghost way... Could it be said that he has learned a lot from Qinglian Temple? After the catastrophe, he actually started to practice ghosts?

He panicked at the thought of this possibility.

After all, the technique of the ghost way is more suitable for ghosts to practice. Ordinary people who practice the ghost way not only have to endure unspeakable pain, but also face the danger of being backlashed by magic at any time.

Fulan is the best in practicing ghost art in Qinglianguan, but now he also ends up in a situation where he can only snatch the body of a living person?Even though he has Zhu Xiaowu's body, he still has to be backlashed by the ghosts he swallowed.Seventh Madam is the product of soul refining, this evil technique... If Min Yuejun is really refining soul, then hasn't he suffered a bit of backlash for so many years?

After thinking about it, they have arrived at Ruyi's home.

The magic stick helped him in, and saw that there was no one around the house, there were traces of car shafts in the snow, there were not many changes in the house, and the tables and chairs hadn't been cleaned up in time, obviously he was in a hurry to send Lao Fang to Qinglian Temple.

The magic stick is not in a hurry to find someone, he just wants to find a mortal residence, Yang Jinshu's house is too dark and not suitable for Min Yuejun to recuperate.

He helped Min Yuejun to lie down on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and went to the closet, only to find that Ruyi had taken away all the other warm clothes, perhaps because he was afraid that Fang would catch a cold on the road.In desperation, God Stick had no choice but to look for the brazier. Finally, he found an old brazier with a broken corner and a small bag of charcoal from the corner of the firewood room. He took it to the house and lit the brazier. Neighbors will see the residence, what should they do if they think that a thief has entered?

He went out to cover Ruyi's house in a cover-up, turned the magic stick around, and sneaked to several neighbors' houses, stealing some quilts, food, charcoal and ginger.However, he still had a conscience and left money for each family - naturally it was taken from Min Yuejun's pocket.

He is a ghost, he can't really stay at home and watch over Min Yuejun as a hardworking husband.Casting spells warmed the hot porridge on the table, added two quilts to the apprentice, made soup with ginger, coaxed and tricked the semi-conscious apprentice into the stomach, and before leaving, added some more to the brazier. Charcoal, fearing that the room would not be ventilated, he opened a small slit for the window.

After finishing all this, Shenstick sat on the edge of the bed and watched for a while, thinking about the idiot couple after all, and was about to leave for Dead People's Ditch.

Putting the quilt up for Min Yuejun, I just hope that he will rest here and not die from this little injury.