After Rebirth, I returned to Miaojiang to inherit my family business

"The Great Dharma King Fei was originally named Feichen, and he has eight iron monks under his seat, who are above the Dharma protectors in terms of strength."

Tomorrow Huixin will go to the Dharma competition, seeing him as a child is really worrying.

"The stick-making iron monk was born in the Sutra School of the Tanlagebu Monastery in Gepei Uzi Mountain. He has profound Buddhist teachings. He left Tibet five years ago to join the Milian Dharma Assembly."

Huixin showed a serious and incomprehensible look on his face, and he frowned: "It's really... alas for a monk from Tenla Jebu Monastery to join the Milian Puja."

Lama Sima Gyatso was also born in Danla Jebu Monastery, but he raised all kinds of people in the same way. Monks are not without desires and desires, and they are blinded by the prosperous desires of the world of mortals.

"Since Tiankeng No. 444, Master has been researching the reasons for the abnormal changes in Youpotan Tiankeng, and tracing the traces of Lama Xima Gyatso during his lifetime."

In Huixin's hand was the knee bell that Wu Rong had just given him. He looked at the little weasel squatting on the yellow-haired knee, clasped his hands together and thanked Wu Rong solemnly: "This is a very important clue."

The knee bone bell is not as good as the tibial trumpet and prayer wheel in Wu Rong's hands, but it is also a relatively high-level Tibetan secret instrument, and not everyone can practice and use it. Previously, the manipulation by Liu Hu and others was only superficial. The real knee bell should be used in a set of at least eight pieces. The more the number, the greater the power.

The iron monk who made the stick was born in the Sutra Academy of Xuanmi, and is qualified to practice magic tools of the knee bone bell level. After the death of Lama Sima Gyatso, Danlagepo Monastery has closed the temple, and the glory of the original Tantric temple has gradually faded, and there are few orthodox Tibetan Lamas going out in the world. So far, I know that a stick-making iron monk, Tu Jinxian, a brother of the Tantric Academy five years ago, betrayed the monastery and left, and he is still on the wanted list of Danla Jebu Monastery.

Although the bounty is not high, if you can press the stick-making iron monk to the Danla Jebu Monastery alive, you can get a chance to be empowered. This is an empowerment from Danla Jebu Monastery, an extremely precious reward that cannot be measured by money at all!

Just looking at this kind of wanted reward, the staff-making iron monk under the protection of King Fei can still get away with it, and now we know how unfathomable the power of the Milian Puja is.

"five years ago."

Wu Rong remembered what the weasels on Bijia Mountain had said. Five years ago, the yellow disaster happened, and the surrounding residents suffered heavy casualties. When all the survivors moved out, it happened to coincide with the time when the stick-making iron monk rebelled against the temple.

Coupled with the knee bell that the weasel found in the chicken coop of the residents at the bottom of the mountain, nothing seems like a coincidence.

"It would be great if we could find the resident at that time."

Hearing what Wu Rong said, Hui Xin's face became serious: "I will tell Master immediately about this clue."

Five years is too long, and the little weasel can't speak, and can only recognize the family when they meet each other. Finding it is like finding a needle in a vast haystack, which is not easy.

"Huixin, did Zhou Xinhong invite you here without any reward?"

Huang Mao was curious: "It should be easy for him to find someone."

"If you rely on the strength of the Zhou family, you will inevitably fall into the dispute and confrontation between the Zhou family and the Milian Fahui, and it will be difficult to escape."

Bai Gu's face was still a little pale, as if he hadn't had a good rest: "Huixin, do you know what the purpose of the Zhou family holding the Stone Gambling Conference this time is to call together the strong men from all alliances?"

Aren't you here to fight against Milian Puja?

This sentence was clearly written on Huang Mao's face, but he knew that there must be a reason for Bai Gu to ask such a question. Huang Mao gave up thinking, and sat on the sofa with Su Xiaomi obediently, their heads turning with the interlocutor, like two salted fish listening carefully.

Sure enough, Huixin revealed the internal reason that they didn't know: "The Zhou family invited Master to come because of Mr. Zhou's illness."

"Mr. Zhou? Zhou Jin?"

"He doesn't look like a sick person!"

Wu Rong recalled the few times he met Zhou Jin, his body was balanced with Yin and Yang, and he really didn't look like he was sick. He looked at Fu Qing, and the cold Taoist standing beside him said indifferently: "I didn't pay attention."

He has always been defiant, and when he was still in Yangjiaping, he didn't pay attention to the people from the Fu family from Longhushan, let alone the purpose of the invitations that the Zhou family handed over to the Fu family. It's just that Wu Rong is coming to Jieyang, Fu Qing will come if the invitation card can bring family and friends.

It is normal for a withdrawn personality like Fu Qing to always be the flower of Gaoling, but it is surprising to have a good relationship with Wu Rong.

Then what did Fu Qing get off the car in front of Chaozhou to deal with?

Wu Rong didn't ask. In his opinion, this was Fu Qing's private matter. But as soon as this question crossed his mind, Fu Qing seemed to feel something.

"Wanted order mission."

Fu Qing took off his cloth bag and put it in Wu Rong's hands. There seemed to be a bunch of metal pieces inside, and there was a crisp collision sound between the movements: "There are a lot of bounties."

The cloth bag didn't look big, but it was heavy in Wu Rongtuo's hand, and the straps couldn't even be tightened. A flash of silvery light shines through the gap.

"Damn it, Brother Fu, what you're going to do next won't be a silver medal arrest warrant!"

Huang Mao stared at the silver eyes straightened, and his face was full of disbelief: "Those are all strong men who have at least reached the top of the list!"

"A lot of money."

Fu Qing said briefly, he looked at Wu Rong seriously, and said generously, "I bought a stone for you."

Daoist Fu was too calm both in his expression and his attitude. His understated tone made people feel that for him, this was a piece of cake, just buying a stone as a gift for a friend.

Even Huixin and Su Xiaomi were only touched by the immortal friendship between Fu Qing and Wu Rong, and they didn't feel anything wrong with it at all.

Huang Mao secretly met Bai Gu's eyes, and the corners of his eyes almost twitched. But Bai Gu seemed to be in a bad state today, he was absent-minded all the time, and didn't receive Huang Mao's gaze.

Wu Rong remembered Fu Qing's previous act of stuffing his bank card into him. In the past, I didn't feel anything, I just thought that Daoist Fu was ignorant of the world and simple in dealing with things. But after what happened last night, Wu Rong felt that the relationship between himself and Fu Qing was a bit out of bounds, and he felt like he was taking advantage.

It's time to draw a suitable boundary and return to the relationship of normal friends.

Just as Wu Rong was thinking, Fu Qing's warm fingertips touched the back of his neck again. The blood lotus pattern absorbed Yang Qi quickly, but Fu Qing supplied Yang Qi on time and kept it in its initial state. No matter how many times Wu Rong is not used to other people's breath being so close, but Yin Qi is more adaptable than him. As soon as the yang qi seeped into Wu Rong's body through the blood lotus pattern, the yin qi couldn't wait to wrap around him.

Like a cold-blooded animal basking in the sun, no one can resist the addictive warmth. Wu Rong couldn't hide her satisfaction and narrowed her eyes slightly. Just now, she wanted to draw a boundary, but was distracted by the next topic.

"Mr. Zhou is indeed sick."

In Huangmao, did he pretend that Zhou Jin was sick on the surface, but in fact it was for the Milian Puja? ’, Huixin said to Amitabha: "This is a disease that originates from the body and soul. Master once saw that after the day, Mr. Zhou and his mother had the same disease."

Singers come from a special physique, and the talent to suppress the riots of evil spirits is not common. This special physique is more common in the European Union, and most of its owners will enter various cathedrals for further studies. After the day, she is of Asian-European mixed race, and Zhou Jin inherited the 'devil's singing voice' from her mother.

"The classification of singers has been carefully recorded in the European Union, but it can be roughly divided into two types: 'angel's voice' and 'devil's voice'."

When he was seriously ill after daytime, Master Kuchan was invited to heal him. At that time, Huixin was not born yet, but when he talked about this incident, he was not vague and unfamiliar.

"'The power of angels comes from faith, and the power of devils comes from desire'. Most children born in the European Union will join the choirs of various parishes at the age of five. Group resonance is more conducive to the birth of faith. The ability of 'angel voice' initially It's not strong, it grows stronger with age and faith. But 'Devil's Voice' is the opposite."

Huixin said solemnly: "It is a very powerful physique. Once it shows its strength, it is at its peak. It becomes stronger and stronger as it grows older, but all the owners are at the age of twenty-four. When they are the most powerful, they will Death. So twenty-four is also considered to be Satan's favorite number, and singers with a 'devil's voice' will degenerate into devils after death."

"In half a month, Mr. Zhou will be twenty-four years old."

Huang Mao was stunned: "There is still such a constitution? This, isn't this inevitable death, there is really no cure?"

Hui Xin shook her head and pursed her lips. The little monk was taught very well by Master Kuchan. Although Zhou Jin was irrelevant to him, he couldn't bear to let anyone die. Right now he is shaking his head, which shows that this kind of physique is really difficult to handle.

"Zhou Jin's soul is almost pure black now, and he will become a ghost after death."

Hui Xin paused, and Yu Xin couldn't bear to sigh sadly: "The owner of the devil's singing voice can use his singing to appease the ghosts during his lifetime, and he can also use his singing voice after death, but it will make the ghosts violent and stronger. One person can drive an army of thousands of ghosts." .In the European Union, a singer with a devil's voice will drink holy water on the eve of his birthday and be killed in the church by a holy silver cone. Confirm that the soul is purified."

"It's too, too..."

Huangmao is speechless, and the devil's singing voice is an incomparably terrifying force. Letting it go is basically equivalent to the birth of a new army of ghosts. But people with this physique can only live to be twenty-four years old, how unfair it is to them.

"Milian Fahui wants Zhou Jin's soul?"

Bai Gu, who hadn't spoken for a long time, had a slightly hoarse voice, and he looked at Huixin: "Zhou Xinhong doesn't intend to purify Zhou Jin's soul?"

"Mr. Zhou is a businessman."

Whenever Zhou Xinhong was mentioned, Huixin's tone was clearly disapproving. He still can't express his emotions and anger, and a short evaluation will reveal a lot of emotions: "But he is not a good husband, nor is he a qualified father."

It has been a long time since the supernatural recovery, some people are still alive, but they become more and more like ghosts.

"It's all like this, Zhou Xinhong still has the mind to let Zhou Tianwang hold a concert?"

Huangmao clattered and shook the ticket in his hand, the time was exactly tonight. Not all the people who went to the Stone Gambling Conference today got this ticket, and it is estimated that only the eight people specially invited by Zhou Xinhong got it. Huangmao and the others are thanks to Wu Rong.

"Go and listen, the concert of an A-level singer will benefit everyone below the ghost king."

It is estimated that it will become the last name of Zhou Tianwang.

Wu Rong was not interested in Zhou Jin's life, but the fact that he would inevitably become a ghost after death caught his attention.

Wu Rong thought of himself. Could it be that he has some special physique waiting to be discovered?

But Zhou Jin was able to sing to appease ghosts before he was alive, and Wu Rong seems to have no other unique skills except for being very yin. In fact, the pure and strong Yin Qi is an extremely powerful talent that ordinary people cannot match, but Wu Rong faintly feels that he still has greater potential and needs fierce fighting to dig out recovery.

Ding dong.

Wu Rong received a message from a witch scholar, a very long document about the Milian Puja. Moreover, the key points are marked with pens of different colors, and the entries are carefully listed, which is more detailed than Xueba's notes. It's only been two or three hours since the conversation. Wu Rong was a little surprised by the efficiency of the witch scholars.

He got up and went back to the bedroom, followed by Fu Qing. Huang Mao was so hungry that several people ordered takeaway. Putting down the phone, he went to Bai Gu's side, a little worried: "Cousin, is it the influence of the red lotus pattern, you don't look well today."

"Are you not sick?"

"No."

Bai Gu reluctantly hooked the corner of his mouth and shook his head, he didn't expect that even the yellow hair would be noticed in his absent-minded state. His current state is indeed influenced by the red lotus pattern, but he is more frightened by his own deduction.

From last night until now, Bai Gu has been thinking about who that mysterious person is.

A righteous person, reborn, raising a spirit dog, whose strength can delay Fu Qing and Jieyang's boundary.

Up to now, he vaguely has a target, but that character makes Bai Gu extremely unbelievable, and he breaks out in a cold sweat!