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

Sensing the terrifying aura coming from above, the subordinate kneeling on one knee trembled, almost throwing himself to the ground with fear, and tried his best to keep his voice stable—the person who got stuck in the previous report task had already been turned into blood by Fei Chen.

"Do you need to teach him a lesson?"

After all, Wu Rong's subordinates had killed Old Man Yan, Protector Deng and others, and their strength was sufficient to be presented in front of King Fei, including his experience. Whether it was the rules of the Milian Dharma Association or Wu Rong's own strength, Dharma King Fei was a little curious.

"Who are you talking about?"

The deep male voice can't distinguish between emotions and anger, and it contains a powerful and powerful force that makes people afraid. The subordinate who reported the situation and the guards on both sides were directly pressed to the ground, trembling and almost suffocated. It's over, why is the Karmapa so angry? Is it because Wu Rong dared to refuse the invitation? The subordinate felt that he was unlucky today, his teeth were chattering, and his voice became more and more humble:

"Wu, Wu Rong..."

Boom!

With a loud noise, the subordinate flew straight out like a rag doll, and hit the wall hard. Drenched in blood, he fell into a coma immediately. The others were so frightened that they knelt down on the ground, not daring to make a sound. How on earth did Wu Rong provoke King Fei Dharma? Was it because he refused the invitation that he got shot at the gun. It seems that he is still too young and vigorous, and he doesn't know the truth about rigidity and fragility. Make Dharma King Fei angry, can he still have good fruit to eat?

Those who commit crimes at the hands of King Fei Dharma will surely end in misery.

"Meet the king."

Three monks in black and red cassocks came hand in hand, the one in front looked kind and friendly. The one on the left back with a big waist and a round body is full of flesh, wearing a necklace of human bones around his neck, and his eyebrows are glaring. The thin and crooked one at the right rear stands there lightly like a bone, his facial features are distorted and deformed, which is extremely terrifying. They were all iron monks under the Emerald Throne, and they didn't even frown when they passed by their half-dead subordinates embedded in the wall.

"Congratulations to the Dharma King for improving his force."

The old monk at the head put his palms together with a smile, and said to Amitabha: "It's just a baby boy, the Dharma King sent someone to deal with it at will, so don't be angry, that Wu Rong..."

Boom!

There was another loud bang, and the three monks huddled next to their subordinates. The fattest monk spit out a mouthful of blood immediately after suffering an internal injury. The old monk headed by him was the most powerful, and his sunken ribs could be easily restored, but he didn't dare. So strong, Fei Dharma King has become stronger again, and his emotions have become more and more difficult to fathom. The old monk was confused and surprised, he didn't know what he said just now, which aroused King Fei Dharma's anger!

"How dare you call him by his first name."

A sinister and cold voice sounded, as eerie and terrifying as the devil king of hell. King Fei Dharma stood with his hands behind his back, and randomly ordered someone to tell him something about Wu Rong. The more he listened, his face became more gloomy, and in the end his expression became extremely cold, and he wanted to choose someone to kill.

"Is that how you invited me?"

King Feifa was extremely dissatisfied and snorted coldly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he strangled the man's neck in a frenzy, "Even I don't deserve to see him, how dare you, how dare you—"

"Humph!"

The powerful coercion swept across, and all the people present were pressed to the ground, spitting blood. Fei Dharma King's face was frosty, he flicked his sleeves, and strode away. His majestic and cold voice echoed in the hall.

"I will personally invite you."

Others have gone, leaving a silence. The three monks came down from the wall with expressions of astonishment on their faces. So what is Wu Rong's identity that makes even the arrogant King Fei Dharma say that he is unworthy? !

"Master Fan, you said..."

The skinny monk rolled his dry eyes, hesitant to speak.

"This witch, what ability does this person have, so that the King of Dharma is so fancy?"

The fat monk's voice was like a bell, deafening: "No way, he must be the one sent by the superior."

"Dharma king will always be insane for a while after practicing in the blood pool."

The old monk was thoughtful, and said slowly: "Tonight is the time for Zhou Jin's concert, and that one is also invited by Zhou Xinhong, an old dog."

"Could it be that the king is just making an excuse to meet Zhou's family before?"

The skinny monk was incredulous: "But he treats that..."

"Wait tonight."

The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were suspicious, and his tone was calm: "We will know in the evening."

—

"Brother Rong, do you think Milian Puja will take action tonight?"

At 5:30 in the evening, the Zhou family came to the villa to pick up Wu Rong and the others. The place to eat was also arranged by the Zhou family. A high-end hotel in Linjiang is very famous for its vegetarian meals. Huixin didn't come together, one is to prepare for tomorrow's Dharma debate, and the other is that the devil's singing voice is beneficial to ghost raisers, but it is counterproductive to monks and Taoists. The mind of wisdom is still young, and the exercises are unstable, so it is not suitable to listen to this.

The cool river breeze blew past the window, Huang Mao, who was full of wine and food, was going to the toilet, and happened to be with Wu Rong. On the road, Huang Mao was very serious: "Look at tonight's concert, all the guests are specially invited by the Zhou family. If there is a surprise attack, not to mention killing everyone, at least it will be a blow."

"I think Milian Fa will obediently wait until tomorrow for the Dharma debate."

"All the arrest warrants have been accepted?"

"I've accepted, big and small, but I've accepted all the Milian Pujas!"

Huang Mao's eyebrows danced happily: "Even if we only kill a few more youngsters, we can still earn a lot of money."

Speaking of this, he thought of something: "Brother Rong, it would be great if the concert could be broadcast live. This is Zhou Jin's concert, and the traffic rewards will definitely be overwhelming."

Huang Mao just said, a little regretful. This is indeed a good opportunity, it can give Wu Rong a wave of fans. But under normal circumstances, live broadcasts are not allowed on such occasions.

After going to the toilet and entering different compartments, Wu Rong unfastened his belt. He wore a black shirt and jeans today, which made him look even more broad shoulders, waist thin and long legs. His negative physique kept him from sweating no matter how high the temperature outside was. The shirt tucked into his belt was pulled out by him, and just as Wu Rong started to release the water, a faint singing sounded in his ears.

There are no lyrics, just a simple humming, but it is especially beautiful because of the beautiful and ethereal voice. The melody of the singing is gentle, just like a gurgling brook in spring, the rhythm is light and sweet, and it seems to ring in people's hearts. According to legend, the voice of the siren siren can confuse the most seasoned boatman, and the singing of the devil can lure the most pious angel to fall. If their voices are as sweet as the singing of the time, no wonder the boatman and the angel are still thinking about it even though they know it is an abyss. .

Gradually, the brisk singing became sad. Melancholy and sorrowful emotions are like the bowstrings of a violin, binding a person's heart. The sourness that came from nowhere emerged from the bottom of my heart, accompanied by the increasingly heavy singing voice that was no longer bright, and the grief was so sad that the heart was almost shattered, and one couldn't help but want to satisfy all the singer's requests.

Amidst the sad and resentful singing, Wu Rong fixed his belt after solving his physical problems with a deadpan face. The melody next to his ear can indeed arouse his emotions, but Wu Rong's emotions are pitifully few, no matter whether it is joy, anger, sorrow or joy, it is like ripples on the beach, which disappear completely when the waves sweep away. The white jade tube made a crackling sound, and the originally energetic black and white ghost infants became buddhist after spending so long with Yangjin Zhuoma, and their resentment basically dissipated.

But their souls are incomplete, and after the resentment is completely dissipated, they will not be saved, but will disappear completely.

The other party began to worry.

The ghost baby responds to the singing. If Wu Rong had the emotions of a normal person, he might have been bewitched by the singing to open the white jade tube and release the baby ghost. Just as Wu Rong expected, Huang Mao, who was next door to him, didn't hear any singing.

The song just now was sung specially for Wu Rong, but unfortunately Wu Rong didn't know how to appreciate it at all. He just knocked on the white jade tube, and the ghost baby inside immediately became terrified and quiet.

If you want it, come and get it yourself, don't hide behind the scenes and play tricks.

I don't know if the other party understood Wu Rong's meaning, anyway, the singing sound in my head stopped abruptly after Wu Rong went back. The driver sent by the Zhou family was waiting downstairs in the hotel.

"Singers are indeed rare. The rare thing is that they appease and drive ghosts as human beings. In fact, I heard that ghosts and ghosts have their own songs."

After a day's delay, Bai Gu regained his strength. Ignoring Fu Qing's cold face, they sat in the back seat together and talked with Wu Rong: "Singing is actually more like an innate ability, which comes from the resonance of the soul. Low-level ghosts will spontaneously respond to high-level existence. Under the control of Song of Soul, form a loyal and unrivaled ghost army. No matter how weak the ghost is, it can become a member of the Flesh Mill."

If it weren't for the strong territoriality of ghosts and monsters, they would basically not unite, and adjacent ghost domains would always fight and fight with each other. With the joint efforts of several ghost kings alone, the ghost army formed can basically be invincible.

"Cousin, your gang hole actually has the ability to summon and appease ghosts. It should be helpful to go to Zhou Tianwang's concert today."

What Bai Gu said was euphemistic, but in fact Wu Rong didn't have the slightest musical talent, and the sound of blowing a human bone horn was like a suona, even a big ghost dog couldn't stand it. Wu Rong himself was also thinking about this problem. When he was practicing Gangdong, he always felt that there was a subtle gap between his Yin energy and this instrument, and he couldn't exert his full strength, and it was difficult to achieve the basic effect of appeasing ghosts.

Wu Rong tried several times but couldn't do anything. When he asked Huixin, the little monk said that it was his body that was spontaneously preventing the yin from flowing out. Although Wu Rong can use Yin Qi and Ghost Qi in battle, this is only the most superficial way to use it, which is basically equivalent to directly blasting it. This simple and crude method is no longer suitable for Gangdong, and requires more subtle Yin Qi control.

Wu Rong's body is very peculiar, it can spontaneously isolate yin and yang, and does not leak half of the yin and ghost energy in the body. Such a body has both advantages and disadvantages. Unless a miracle happens, Wu Rong's chance of using Gangdong is slim.

"Wow."

When Bai Gu talked about the resonance of the soul, the ghost dog king poked out from the shadows, with his huge and vicious head resting on Wu Rong's knee, and there was a whining sound of attachment and trust in his throat, as if recalling the past. As soon as its big head approached, the little spirit dog that had been languidly nestling on Bai Gu's lap exploded on the spot, like a fluffy glutinous rice ball. It was also afraid of the big dog, so it didn't dare to yell, so it could only turn around and point its small tail at the big dog with grievances, and leaned its small head on the window of the car sadly, looking out the window.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, the little spirit dog seemed to have seen something, excitedly stood up and stuck to the glass barking outside, its little tail wagging into a flower.

"Mr. Wu, we have arrived."

The driver sent by the Zhou family was very polite. On the way Su Xiaomi was very excited to meet his idol Master Lingyun. At this time, the driver smiled and pointed to the front to show them, with a respectful and admirable tone: "Look, that's Master Lingyun. car."