The sound of the piano is clear and wise.

In the Li family, the teacher's face, who had a bitter face in the face of the audience's son playing the piano, also softened his face. As soon as the boy in the blue shirt started to play the piano, he had already spread out his vigor. It was different from the ordinary people. The faces of the other people in the room also changed. The young people calmed down, while the elderly stopped talking, listened quietly, or closed their eyes and shook their heads slightly.

The boy in blue shirt sat upright and played the piano, lowering his eyes quietly, and the sound of the piano was melodious.

The young man closed his eyes, as if he had already seen his success in the imperial examination and was full of pride.

The old man was sad and seemed to see all kinds of things in the world and the setbacks he had encountered.

Li Yixian recalled many experiences when he was in the capital and became obsessed with it for a while.

Immersed in the sound of the piano inside the house, but the Taoist outside the house only felt that he was lifting his feet, and it was not right to go in, and his messy eyebrows were completely locked in. He just wanted to "buy some" his life, but he didn't expect that there was such a master in the family he chose.

After thinking about it, I raised my hand and slapped the back of my head.

A black wind blew out of his mouth, covering the entire Li family.

Then one ghost after another appeared, all wearing dark yellow clothes, with clear appearances above the waist, but the face was blurred, and the waist was completely transparent. In the hands, either holding chains or holding swords, they had already lost their nature.

The Taoist raised his hand and pointed in front of him, saying, "Go, detain the soul in this room!"

"Whoever comes back from a soul, Dao will give you a name and let you return to heaven and earth, and go to the underworld to seek a yin life."

"Even if you can't survive, you will at least be no longer driven."

These ghosts instantly stirred up a cold wind and rushed towards the yard. For a moment, the cold wind blew. Ordinary people would feel their spine cold, their bodies were stiff, and their yang energy was forced. However, when these ghosts stepped into the yard, their movements began to stagnate.

After taking the first ten steps, the evil energy has dissipated.

Going forward 120 steps.

The sound of the piano is in the ears.

Listening to the piano sounds is like living my whole life.

It contains a dream, but not a dream. Qi Wuhuo and unconsciously use the soul to activate it to fall into the ears of these ghosts, and the effect is even stronger. The blurred faces of many ghosts gradually appear, either beautiful women, mighty and rude men, and old men, among them, they seem to be awakening the spirituality blinded by the magical powers by the soul and artistic conception contained in the sound of the piano.

The Taoist face changed suddenly and he quickly swept his sleeves.

The cuffs, like a big pocket, turned into a big pocket, the black wind rushed back, pulling all the more than ten ghosts back, while the Taoist priest was holding his goatee beard, with his eyes twitching: "Just relying on playing the piano, I almost saved all my more than ten ghosts. Is this Buddhist or Taoist?"

"The soul is so powerful, and I have such an understanding."

"It's the kind of person who passed away!"

"Is it the real person from which family is here?"

"There is such a method in the Dharma lineage."

"Is it Fang Xiandao? Or Lou Guandao?"

"To save me first, and then to save people's Hinayana Buddhism?"

"There isn't really a ghost man Wuchang here to have tea, right? Good--"

The Taoist paced back and forth, gritting his teeth: "No matter, if I can't get my Yin Shou back, I will be unable to live. I will die. No matter who is the real person here, I have to see it before talking about it." He immediately twisted a magic trick, hid his body, walked forward a few steps, and turned around and saw that the hem of his clothes was still outside, but he couldn't hide and fell into the air.

The Taoist shook his head and said to himself, "Yeah, I'm 130 years old, I'm still timid."

"I don't know if it's a real person."

"I was so scared that I couldn't even use my spells."

“Cultivate…”

He stretched out his right hand to grab the hem of his clothes and pulled it hard for a few times.

In the eyes of others, it seemed as if they saw the fabric hanging in the air shaking a few times, then they seemed to be straightened, and they were dragged to another place in a moment. They couldn't see it anymore. The Taoist tried too hard, rushed forward a few steps, stood firm, put down his clothes, stroking his palm and laughed proudly, "Ah, it's done!"

Then he raised his hand to tidy up his clothes and lowered his cuffs.

But he really looks like a Taoist priest from You Fang.

Just now, he walked inside with a swagger.

After crossing the stone screen, the narrow passage, people came and went, but turned a blind eye to him and ignored him. They also took a snack from the chef's table next to them. They walked to the front of the lobby. Then they became nervous, tidied up their clothes, and put a little light on the cuff on their right hand, and a little light flew out of the sleeves, flying bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a prayer post, dragging it with both hands.

But I saw tadpole cloud patterns on it with lines of text written on it.

[The official minister of Xiao Zhao, I would like to go to the Nine Heavens Taishang Daojun, Taishang, Jiu Laoxiandu, Jiu Qi Zhenren, Three Emperors True Lord...]

This is the origin of his master's teachings. It is impossible for him to pass on the Dharma veins from these great gods. However, when tracing them up, there will be three jade letters when passing on the Dharma veins. One is to the master's sect, one is to carry one with you, and the other is burned into smoke to report to heaven.

Respectfully, walk forward, and then say:

"I don't know where the senior is, the path..."

His voice and expression were extremely respectful and humble.

He raised his head and saw Qi Wuhuo playing the piano.

The smile squeezed out of the Taoist face suddenly froze. He widened his eyes, as if he had been punched hard. The expression on his face wrinkled, froze from humility, and then turned into arrogance. Even his hunched back straightened up suddenly, and his temperament changed in an instant: "So..."

He looked at the young man and sneered, "He is a side-door who only cultivates nature but not life!"

"It's just that the soul is powerful. Humph, Dao thought he really has some skills!"

"Scared me."

Sweeping the sleeves, he directly unlocked the invisibility technique.

Li Yuelin was intoxicated by Qi Wuhuo's piano sound, recalling the complacent ambition of youth and the many twists and turns in his prime. When he was feeling sad, he suddenly saw a Taoist priest in his hall, wearing a somewhat broken Taoist robe, gray hair, and a wooden hairpin soaked with oil. He looked sloppy, but his heart suddenly stumbled.

Subconsciously looking at his younger brother.

Li Yixian had already sat back and fell to the ground. When he saw the Taoist priest, his face turned pale and said, "You, you!"

The Taoist smiled and bowed, "You took my gold that day."

"I'm here to get something."

Li Yixian stammered and said, "Isn't I? Have you handed over that [good] to you?"

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "That's already given."

"But the money I gave you should belong to the underworld."

"You took the money from the ghost messenger."

"I also spent a lot of money on myself."

"Don't you know? Ten taels of gold buy your life for one year. Your life is fifty, and you are thirty-five years old this year. This hundred and fifty taels of gold is your money to buy your life."

Li Yixian felt cold behind his back, and felt that his hands and feet were cold and he could not move.

Li Yuelin suddenly said, "Wait, the money has never been spent, and it's still here."

The Taoist raised his eyes: "Oh?"

Li Yuelin raised his hand and took out a pocket, stood up and bowed, "This is your gold."

"I added thirty taels to it, which is a gift to the Taoist priest. Please give me your best wishes and let me go."

Li Yixian was stunned: "Brother..."

The Taoist laughed and said, "What a brotherly love, good, good."

"But you take a look first, what did you take out?"

Li Yuelin was stunned, and suddenly seemed to think of something. He suddenly opened his pocket. The gold that had been prepared inside had turned into a bag of soybeans. He lifted it up and fell to the ground, making a rustling sound. The man reached into his arms, took out a bag of gold, and looked at him with a smile.

Li Yuelin blurted out and said, "This is...my gold."

Then he immediately stopped the voice and smiled and said, "No, it seems that you have taken it."

The Taoist laughed:

"What's your gold? I picked this up by the Taoist priest on the ground. Does anyone say it's yours?"

"you!"

Li Yuelin begged, "Master... Please give up your hand. As long as you let my brother go, I can do whatever you ask."

The Taoist caressed his beard and said, "It's not impossible to let him go."

Some expectations appeared on Li Yixian and Li Yuelin's faces.

The Taoist raised his hand and pointed directly at the young man who stopped playing the piano, and said simply: "Give him his soul and soul to me!"

"You can not only buy your brother's life."

"Master Dao can also give you great benefits."

"how?!"

Li Yuelin and Li Yixian's expressions changed suddenly.

Li Puyu said in a lost voice: "This, how is this possible!"

The Taoist smiled and said, "If not, Li Yixian will follow me."

Li Yixian looked desperate, and there were many struggles on her face. Finally, she closed her eyes and sighed:

"I shouldn't be greedy for money. It has nothing to do with that child. Please take me away."
To be continued...