"Head..."

Uncle Jiu urged.

"It's not that the ancestors of Neimao didn't find out the reason, but the tragedy itself has no hidden meaning." The old leader moved his eyes and looked at the sea of ​​​​stars.

"Impossible." Uncle Jiu said decisively: "Unless a demon god of the level of the Youquan Blood Demon is born, no demon in the world can kill my master head-on!"

"Lin Jiu, you overestimate your master. Even if he can rival the gods with a mortal body, even if he is a god, he will still die." The old master said quietly.

Uncle Jiu looked gloomy: "The status of the Night God is not enough to know the truth, right?"

The old boss was helpless: "Why are you so stubborn?"

"How can I be worthy of being a role model for others even if I have to sacrifice this body, swallow this breath, and live like a piece of dough?" Uncle Jiu said, and paused slightly: "In other words, Qin Yao can do this for me.

I can't be compared to my disciples in terms of level, right?"

The old master sighed: "If he didn't have this kind of filial piety, you might not have this idea again. For you master and disciple, I really don't know whether it is good or bad."

Uncle Jiu exhaled: "You don't have to tell me today. At worst, I will take Qin Yao to the Luofu Sect in the future and ask them to give an explanation to our master and disciple."

Old Sect Leader: "Don't be stupid. Even if both of you, master and disciple, reach the realm of Heavenly Masters and attain the position of judge, you still can't force the Luofu Sect. Which of the first-rate sects in the world doesn't have a profound foundation and power that spreads all over the world?

Three Realms."

Uncle Jiu: "Does the leader think that the Heavenly Master realm and the official position are the upper limit for our masters and disciples?"

The old leader: "..."

Seeing the suddenly sharp-edged little Gillian, he felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

This kind of speaking tone is very arrogant.

I have only heard that a son is his father, but I have never heard of a master being his disciple.

I have heard that those who are close to black are black, and I think that is probably the case.

"Indeed, it's not enough." Hesitating again and again, the old leader said softly.

Uncle Jiu smiled.

Although he has not yet learned the truth, for him, the words "not enough" are an answer in themselves.

A glimmer of light emerged from the mystery of the dense fog. He firmly believed that with Qin Yao's help, this light would one day be able to break through all the darkness!

…

…

"Master Tai."

The next day.

Lantau Island.

The main hall of Po Lin Temple.

Qin Yao followed Zhang Ling and bowed with his hands in hand.

The Taoist nun in gray clothes, who looked very thin and skinny, clasped her hands together and nodded slightly: "I have met two donors."

"Master Tai, we won't talk in circles in front of you." Zhang Ling lowered his arms and said sincerely: "There is an evil demon born in the city, harming the people. We are here to ask Master Tai to come out and subdue the demon."

The Taoist nun in gray sighed slightly: "You are ten years late. If it were ten years ago, I could go down the mountain with you to conquer the demons, but now, my energy and blood are declining, and I am old and have no time to conquer the demons."

My heart is weak, but I don’t have the power to conquer the devil, so there’s nothing I can do.”

Zhang Ling and Qin Yao looked at each other and said softly: "I'm sorry, Master, it was me who was rash."

The Taoist nun in gray waved her hands, with a kind and gentle face: "Tell me about the situation of the evil spirits in Fucheng, and I'll see what I can do to help you."

"Thank you, Master." Zhang Ling bowed to express his thanks and said: "A thirteen-story building was recently completed in Fucheng. The building was artificially built into a Yin Gathering Formation, which caused the Yin to rise and the Yang to decline, raising ghosts and storing spirits.

, the formation eye turned into a ghost... This junior is weak in strength and cannot break the ghost barrier, so I still ask the master for advice."

The Taoist nun in gray pondered for a moment and said, "You guys wait here for a moment, I'll be back as soon as I go."

"Master, please excuse me." Zhang Ling said quickly.

The Taoist nun in gray clothes nodded and left in a hurry. After a while, she came back with a lotus-shaped golden hammer in her hand.

"Kid, go on."

Zhang Ling quickly took the golden hammer and asked, "Master, this hammer is..."

"This is the lotus hammer left by the founder of Baolian Temple. It has the power to break boundaries and suppress evil. I can lend it to you for the time being." The Taoist nun in gray breathed heavily, and it seemed that her body was indeed weak.

Zhang Ling was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, Master."

The Taoist nun in gray clothes shook her head: "Everyone has the responsibility to eliminate demons and protect the Tao. I just invited this hammer out. After you finish your work, don't forget to return the lotus hammer."

The two left with a lot of gratitude. The Taoist nun in gray stood alone in front of the main hall of Baolian Temple, looking at their departing figures with her eyes slowly raised.

The same face, only the corners of the mouth are raised differently, but it shows earth-shaking changes.

If her smile before Qin Yao and Qin Yao was compassionate and gentle, as holy as a Buddha, then the smile she used to see them off now was as cruel and cruel, as evil as a devil...

"boom."

"boom."

Lantau Island Ferry.

Zhang Ling put his palms in front of his eyes, looking at the setting sun like blood, the sea and sky the same color, and the waves crashing on the shore. He whispered: "What's wrong, I'm a step too late. There may not be a boat at this point."

"Can you fly?" Qin Yao asked.

Zhang Ling: "???"

What do you mean I can fly?

If you can fly, do you have to fly back from here?

"Okay, no need to answer, your reaction has already told me the answer." Qin Yao waved, turned around and said: "Let's find a place to live first, stay on the island for one night, and come here early tomorrow morning to wait for the boat."

Zhang Ling trotted to keep up with him and asked sideways: "Should we go back to Baolian Temple, or just find a place to spend the night?"

Qin Yao laughed: "Why are you going back to Baolian Temple? Why trouble others when you can solve it with money?"

Zhang Ling's heart moved and she said with a smile: "I know there is a great B&B, shall we stay there tonight?"

Qin Yao was obedient to such a small request and silently followed the other party to a manor filled with wind chimes.

The breeze blows the wind chimes, and the sound of hundreds of wind chimes gathers together. It does not make people feel noisy, but makes people calm down quickly...

"Grid." Zhang Ling pushed open a wooden fence and led Qin Yao into an antique hall.

At the end of the hall, next to the stairs, a girl wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on her nose reached out to hold the water glass above her chest, raised her head slightly, and spit out the straw in the water glass: "Xiao Ling."

"Long time no see." Zhang Ling smiled.

"It's been two years at least." Gezi put down the water glass, turned to look at Qin Yao, and smiled narrowly: "Is this your husband? He's quite big."

Zhang Ling: "???"

What's so big?

"Hello, my name is Qin Yao, and I am Zhang Ling's friend." Qin Yao glanced at Gezi with a meaningful look and said calmly.

Gezi caught his gaze and raised his eyebrows: "Hello, hello, my name is Wenger. Friends who are familiar with me call me Gezi. You can call me that too."

"Gezi." Qin Yao followed the good advice.

"Stop talking nonsense and get us two rooms quickly. We have to travel by car and boat this day. It's a toss-up." Zhang Ling waved his hand.

Gezi looked serious: "Sorry, there is only one room left."

"Don't make trouble." Zhang Ling couldn't laugh or cry.

"Whoever made trouble with you, there is really only one room left." Gezi said seriously.

Zhang Ling: "..."

"How about you stay here and I'll go out and find a place." Qin Yao pursed his lips and looked at Zhang Ling.

"Why spend so much unjust money?" Before Zhang Ling could say anything, Gezi said first: "Although we only have one room here, we still have a lot of quilts! One of you sleeps on the bed, and the other makes the floor. Spend one penny to solve both of them.

Isn’t it bad to have personal issues?”

"Why didn't I know you talked so much before?" Zhang Ling stretched out his hand and pinched Fat Dudu's snow-white face.

"That's because you didn't know me well enough before." Gezi slapped her palm away and waved, "Stop nagging, two guests, please follow me."

Seeing her walking straight towards the stairs, Zhang Ling turned to look at Qin Yao, her earlobes feeling slightly hot: "Just one night, I'm not afraid, and you don't need to be afraid."

Qin Yao: "..."

This leaves no escape route for him!

but……

He can take care of the other party's face, but will not violate his true intention, which fundamentally eliminates the dilemma of being an animal or being inferior to an animal.

All out, all taken in, that's called a stallion, it's called a bulldozer, but it's not a human being.
To be continued...