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"Hmm? I didn't count, I always knew."

The old Taoist Zhang Lindao walked step by step on the stone steps, and the tattered oil-paper umbrella knocked on the air behind him, as if he was on the chessboard of heaven and earth.

"Master..." Yang Miaozhen grabbed the old Taoist's arm, looked anxious, and stared at the old Taoist.

"It's okay." The old Taoist stopped and comforted his disciple:

"It's just that there's always someone who wants to kill Zhao Wujiang.

Well, no, right, to be precise, it is... instead...

What kind of body, talent, luck, treasures, etc...."

Listening to the master's "comfort", Yang Miaozhen froze in place and said in a panic:

“Isn’t that just taking over the body?

No, I want to save him!"

Taking over the body is a profound Taoist technique in the Taoist sect. It takes one's soul out of his body and occupies the soul in other people's bodies. It is mostly used to resurrect the souls of others through corpses, but it can also forcibly burn the souls of others and seize the bodies of others.

Zhang Daolin gently patted Yang Miaozhen's head with a big hand, and a yellow talisman paper was pasted on Yang Miaozhen's black hair. He said in a gentle tone:

"Misfortune is the basis of good fortune, and good fortune is the basis of bad fortune.

What are you doing? You may not be able to save it if you go, and it may not be a good thing if you can save it."

Yang Miaozhen's beautiful eyes were all water vapor. She couldn't speak if she wanted to, and her body moved uncontrollably and climbed the mountain.

She was captured by Zhang Lin's puppet talisman and her movements were restricted.

Looking at Yang Miaozhen's look of tears, Zhang Lindao sighed, shook his fingers lightly, touching Yang Miaozhen's partial restrictions.

Yang Miaozhen found that she could speak, and she sincerely asked:

"Master, go and save him."

"Hey, Master can't save him." Zhang Lindao climbed up the stairs, and the disciple beside him also followed him up stiffly, and he explained:

"That person named Pei from Jianzhong has been in the layout for many years, and his hidden strength is strong. He is basically the strongest person under the Heavenly Level. Master, do you rush over to die with an old bone?"

"Master, you obviously..." Yang Miaozhen became more and more anxious. Master was obviously at the heavenly level.

"Shh." The old Taoist made a gesture, looked around, but there was no trace of fairy spirit. He whispered to his disciple:

"Don't be heard by them.

You don’t need to worry about this, the mountain people have their own tricks.”

"What a wonderful plan?" Yang Miaozhen breathed a sigh of relief. The master said that having a wonderful plan was definitely a wonderful plan, and there was no secret plan.

The old Taoist pointed his fingers at the ground and said earnestly:

"The road is at your feet, and those who take every step steadily will not fall."

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The wild smoke and weeds.

Pei Jingcheng was wearing a generous black robe and a hat on his head, standing where Zhao Wujiang was bound to go back.

The sword tomb is his identity label. Just like so many people who use swords, they are often called the identity of the sword tomb.

But apart from this identity, who is he?

He is vivid in his memory of the past.

My mother died when she gave birth to him. My father was a pig slayer in the village. But throughout the year, she could not kill a few pigs and naturally could not earn much money.

He had never been to school since he was a child, and his father was addicted to alcohol. Every time he finished drinking, he would beat him up and call him a star of the demise.

When he was twelve years old, on a rainy night, my father killed the pig and returned from dinner and was filled with alcohol. He beat him indiscriminately.

The resentment he had accumulated over the years erupted, and he snatched the pig-killing knife from his father's waist and killed his father.

Over the years, he will never forget his father's incredible eyes.

After killing people on a rainy night, he ran wildly, running along the mud and water, from night to day, to the scorching sun, and he mingled at the door of a dilapidated Taoist temple.

He woke up and found that he was saved by a charitable old Taoist.

The Taoist temple is a destructive Taoist temple, and the old Taoist is not the master. Because he saved someone and opened his mouth to eat more, the old Taoist was added to the cold words of the master, saying that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. That is what the monks said.
Chapter completed!