Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 11

"What can I do? I can only hide." Shenzhu was distressed, "You have already told him that my soul is gone, so he can't chase you to your grave to confirm it?"

Yang Jinshu didn't dare to say that, the young Taoist priest seemed to have a grudge for this old incident, and he didn't seem to be someone who would forget it easily.

"You had a headache a few days ago, is it because he is summoning the soul?"

"How would I know!" the magic stick cursed, "He is very powerful now, it shouldn't be difficult to recall his soul, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly covered his head and fell to the ground, screaming loudly: "It hurts, hurts, hurts..."

Yang Jinshu panicked: "Daoist... Daoist Qingrong...you..."

"That little bastard is summoning souls again!" God Stick scolded, and crawled under the umbrella to hide, "It used to be far away, but now he is in the county town, only twenty miles away from me, this summoning... ah—— pain……"

Yang Jinshu sensed an unusual aura, and immediately stepped forward to grab him, cast a small spell, threw him into the umbrella, closed the umbrella, and stuffed it into the corner of the study.After doing this, he forced himself to leave the house, looked at the familiar figure on the open space outside, and said helplessly, "Master Daoist, what do you want me for?"

Min Yuejun glanced at his big house, and said indifferently: "Your parents treat you well."

Yang Jinshu nodded: "Yes. My parents are generous and dote on me."

"The feng shui here is good. Although there is a private house, it will not destroy the fortune of the Yang family."

Yang Jinshu didn't talk too much, the feng shui of this yin house was naturally checked by an expert at home, otherwise he would not be willing to live in a yin house on the top of his own hill to harm the younger generations of the Yang family.

"Why don't you just tell me what's the matter?"

Min Yuejun closed his voice, lowered his eyelashes, stopped talking, and asked directly: "I saw you holding an umbrella in your hand just now, it doesn't look like an ordinary thing. Where did you get it?"

Yang Jinshu avoided talking about it: "There are connections in the ghost world, the Taoist priest is interested?"

"That umbrella seems to have the effect of locking the soul and calming the soul."

Yang Jinshu knew what he wanted to ask, so he admitted bravely, "Yes."

Min Yuejun said slowly: "Your soul is intact, what are you doing with an umbrella to suppress your soul?"

"Although my soul is complete, I am not good at Taoism. If I go out and meet someone with such powerful mana as the Taoist priest, why don't I turn into a golden pill in the furnace?"

"..." Min Yuejun pursed his lips, looked at him, and thought deeply.

A short-lived scholar like Yang Jinshu is honest and old-fashioned, not like someone who talks nonsense.

"Taoist..." Yang Jinshu said with difficulty, "There is a little devil in my house, you... you stand here, he is easily scared out of his wits, if... if there is nothing else, can you please... ...move somewhere else?"

Min Yuejun took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "It's useless for you to stay in this world, you'd better reincarnate as soon as possible."

Yang Jinshu frowned slightly. Although he had no prejudice against cultivators, the other party's meddling tone was still disgusting. He said coldly: "We neither harm nor hurt others. The Taoist priest is too meddlesome. .”

Min Yuejun endured it, did not have an attack, turned and left.

Yang Jinshu watched him leave, and then returned to the house. Under the influence of Min Yuejun, He Tang curled up on the bed and shivered.Yang Jinshu's heart ached immediately, and it took him a long time to comfort him before he remembered that there was another frightened ghost lying in the study.

He went to the study, opened the Shura umbrella again, and said to the god stick: "Master Taoist, does your apprentice have a mental illness? He is a murderer himself, and he came to persuade me not to do evil and reincarnate early?"

He Tang, who was lying on his back, added wearily: "Double standards, double standards!"

Yang Jinshu asked: "What is a double standard?"

He Tang explained: "One standard for oneself, another standard for others, basically belongs to being more lenient than yourself and stricter than others."

Regarding this, Yang Jinshu commented: "Excessive."

The magic stick got out of the umbrella, squatted on the ground and covered his face: "I don't really understand him..."

"So his apprentice left?" He Tang asked, "Will he come back again?"

"It should be..." Yang Jinshu said halfway, his face changed, and he lost his voice, "The mass grave..."

Immediately, the magic stick jumped up from the ground, imitating He Tang and yelling: "Damn it! Didn't say hello to anyone else..."

Thinking of Min Yuejun's supercilious look, no one could sit still. However, the sky was bright and it was not a good time for ghosts to go out. They could only wander around Yang Jinshu's house anxiously.

At night, when Shi Tianning lazily came out, he saw the three of them sitting at the Eight Immortals table with sad faces, and couldn't help being surprised: "What's wrong?"

"Brother Tianning, you're awake!" He Tang hugged his arm and said anxiously, "Let's go to the mass grave to have a look!"

"What happened to the mass grave?"

"Yesterday, that stinky Taoist priest came to the door. Yang Jinshu blocked him back, but we were afraid that he would cause trouble at the mass grave. Niang Wan and Uncle Liu are still there!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Tianning's expression changed greatly, and he said angrily, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

After speaking, it disappeared in a flash.

The three quickly followed.

Mass Burial Mound is a wild hillside, where many homeless and graveless people were buried. Most of them lost their souls after death, a few of them became evil spirits, and some of them entered reincarnation ignorantly.The rest are obsessive people who are greedy for the world of mortals, with lingering grudges and unfulfilled wishes, guarding a pile of loess and refusing to leave.

There are many dead people here, and there is a lot of yin, and ordinary people will not wander here.

Yang Jinshu knew many ghosts who came and went in the mass grave, some were good and some were evil, some stayed and some went away, but he never thought that one day, the ghosts here would also get into trouble.

Before they reached the mass grave, they heard the moaning and howling of ghosts in the mountains, as if they were trapped by something and could not escape.

Hurrying to the hill, I saw dozens of ghosts crowded and struggling in a circle filled with purple air, showing their ugliness, tongues sticking out, heads severed, intestines pierced, and purple complexions. Worse than before.And Min Yuejun stood in mid-air with a cage of black Taoist robes, staring at him, not paying any attention to all this.

Shi Tianning watched for a long time, but found no trace of Wan Niang, immediately drew his sword and rushed forward, glaring at him: "Where is Wan Niang?"

Min Yuejun asked lightly: "Who?"

"A female ghost, wearing a plain skirt, looks very beautiful."

"Oh, are you talking about her?" Min Yuejun spread out his hands, a golden bell was hanging in his palm, the bell was hollow, Wan Niang shrank into a small ball, and fell unconscious inside the bell.

Shi Tianning shouted: "Ms. Wan!"

Wan Niang in the bell wakes up faintly, looking out of the bell blankly.

Shi Tianning said angrily: "What did you do to her?"

"It's nothing, just ask her something." Min Yuejun turned his head slightly, looked at Yang Jinshu who was standing in the distance with an umbrella, and said quietly, "They said that a magic stick came to the mass grave three years ago, Mr. Yang, I don't know if you recognize it or not. Do you recognize the priest?"

Yang Jinshu gritted his teeth and didn't speak. Although he was also a little afraid of Min Yuejun, but with Hetang by his side, he didn't dare to show his timidity, so he could only reply: "I'm an old neighbor, so I recognize him naturally."

"Oh?" Min Yuejun raised his voice, "What about others?"

"I don't know."

Min Yuejun raised his hand, turned his fingers slightly, and Wan Niang rolled in pain inside the bell, her shrill cry was covered by the bell, and she could only make a faint collision sound, Shi Tianning was furious immediately, drew his sword and left, entangled in hostility , actually wanted to fight him recklessly.

Min Yuejun didn't pay attention to him at all. With a light sweep of the whisk, thousands of snowy lights came, blocking him out of the void, and the long sword in his hand instantly shattered into pieces.

"I'll ask again, what about others?"

He Tang hugged Yang Jinshu's arm and was startled: "Fuck, this f*ck is a master of Taoism, this f*ck is the leader of the Demon Cult!"

Yang Jinshu's hands trembled. These neighbors have been with him for many years and have already had a deep relationship. It is really pitiful that these neighbors have encountered an unwarranted disaster.It can be seen that after seeing what Min Yuejun did to the magic stick, he couldn't bear to hand over the magic stick, so he was in a dilemma.

"What's the point of venting your anger on these innocent people when you find your people?" Shi Tianning said angrily, "It's a shame that you are still a cultivator, and it's deplorable to use such tricks!"

Min Yuejun glanced at him coolly, then continued to look at Yang Jinshu and said, "I could have conjured souls here, but conjure souls would do too much damage to souls, so I don't want to hurt him. You let him come out by himself, and I let these lonely souls go wild." ghost."

Yang Jinshu said with a cold face: "You killed him back then and threw his body at the mass grave to feed the dogs. Now what are you looking for him to do?"

"That's between me and him." Min Yuejun walked slowly in front of them, stared at his umbrella and said, "Since you know each other, you must know that he and I are master and apprentice, and the matter between us is up to us." Solve it, Mr. Yang should not interfere."

Yang Jinshu squeezed the handle of the umbrella tightly, and insisted: "Daoist Qingrong is my friend, I will not watch you beat him to death."

Min Yuejun frowned: "Who told you that I would beat him to death?"

"It's not like you haven't done this kind of thing..." He Tang muttered to the side, "It's reasonable to do it again!"

Yang Jinshu covered his mouth: "Little ancestor, please don't add fuel to the fire!"

He Tang rolled his eyes, but still shut his mouth obediently. The Min Yuejun in front of him was not easy to provoke at first glance, and he exuded the aura of ghosts and animals. He didn't dare to cause trouble for his upper body.

Min Yuejun seemed to have something to say, but finally swallowed it back, and said instead: "Let him come out!"

Shi Tianning kept staring at the golden bell in his palm, urging: "Let Miss Wan out first!"

Several people confronted each other, and there were shrill ghost screams all around, but Min Yuejun remained unmoved.

The magic stick nestled in the umbrella for a long time, but finally couldn't help it, got out of the umbrella, landed in front of Min Yuejun, and said sternly: "Okay, okay, I'm coming out, why do you want me?"

When Min Yuejun saw his face for the first time, he was startled, and the bell on his palm fell instantly.

Shi Tianning rushed forward and took the bell into his hand, only to find that the little bell weighed a thousand catties and smashed him to the ground.

The god stick stood just after his death, dressed like a quack warlock, covered in blood and could not see his face clearly, but after his death, his soul was clear, the moles on his face disappeared, and the forehead lines he drew disappeared, revealing his original handsome face Although the facial features are still sloppy, they look much younger, with a bit of fairy air.

It is very different from the master in Min Yuejun's memory.