Chapter 113 Profound Spells

Wang Qi would never have thought that the concierge who took him in for one night was the legendary demon in troubled times.

Early the next morning, he said goodbye to Zhang Xiu and came to Shangqing Palace with the recommendation letter written by Zhang Xiu.

There were many Taoist priests in Shangqing Palace, about ten of them. After Wang Qi explained his purpose, he was led to the main hall by a young Taoist priest.

Sitting on the futon in front of the statue was an old Taoist priest with gray beard and hair. He had an immortal Taoist spirit and an air of unearthly aura about him.

When Wang Qi saw the old Taoist, he hurriedly stepped forward and kowtowed and saluted: "Immortal Chief, this disciple is determined to practice Taoism and become an immortal. I beg the Immortal Chief to accept me as his disciple!"

The old Taoist looked at him and said, "I'm afraid you are too cowardly and lazy to endure hardship."

Wang Qi said quickly: "I can endure hardships, Immortal. I also have a letter of recommendation here for the Immortal to read!"

The old Taoist sighed, opened the envelope, and saw a few big words written on the paper.

【Fat sheep, slaughter them ruthlessly.】

After reading the letter, the old Taoist felt dumbfounded.

Slaughtering a fattened sheep?

I am the headmaster of Shangqing Palace, not the shopkeeper of a black shop!

The old Taoist named Xuanyuan was the headmaster of Shangqing Palace. Ever since Zhang Xiu came to the mountain, he had become familiar with him and called him brother. Apart from occasionally coming to eat and drink, he was also thinking about releasing the cranes he raised, which made him look like a

Watch out for Zhang Xiu like a thief.

After looking at Wang Qi, Xuanyuan temporarily left him in the Shangqing Palace, gave him an ax, and asked him to go chop wood with the Taoist disciples.

Wang Qi looked at the ax in his hand and couldn't help but feel a trace of doubt in his heart.

Why is he cutting firewood again? Is this immortal also a concierge?

The day of chopping firewood was very difficult. After a month, Wang Qi's hands and feet were covered with thick calluses. He could no longer bear the pain and fatigue, and secretly had the idea of ​​going home.

In the evening of that day, he returned to the temple and saw two guests sitting and drinking with Taoist Xuanyuan in the living room. One of them was a Taoist priest with tattered clothes and a look of madness on his face.

The other person is dressed as a Confucian scholar, with gray beard and hair, and looks extraordinary.

In addition to the two of them, Zhang Xiu, who introduced him to Shangqing Palace, also sat beside him.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, but Taoist Xuanyuan did not light a candle. Instead, he cut a piece of paper in the shape of a mirror and pasted it on the wall. After a while, the paper turned into a bright moon and illuminated the room, shining brightly.

It was an eye-opener for a group of disciples to rush around to serve him.

Seeing this, the old Confucian scholar smiled and said: "The beauty of this beautiful night is so much fun, how can we not enjoy it together?" So he picked up the jug from the table, distributed the wine to all the disciples, and told them to drink as much as they wanted.

How could seven or eight people drink from a jug of wine? So, everyone looked for cups and bowls, scrambling to drink first, fearing that the wine in the jug would dry up. However, people kept pouring the wine in the jug, but there was not much wine in the jug at all.

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Wang Qi was amazed at the sight.

The Taoist priest said: "Thanks for giving us the moonlight to illuminate us, but drinking like this is still a bit lonely. Why not ask Chang'e to come?" Then he threw the chopsticks into the moon.

I saw a beautiful woman floating out of the moonlight. At first, she was less than a foot. When she landed on the ground, she looked like an ordinary person. She twisted her slender waist and beautiful neck, danced gracefully, and her singing voice was clear and melodious, as beautiful as playing a pipe.

Xiao.

The three of them showed their hands and looked at Zhang Xiu in unison.

Zhang Xiu smiled faintly, picked up a grape and put it in the palm of his hand: "Look, do you have a grape in my hand now?"

The Taoist priest nodded and asked curiously: "Are you going to grow grapes for everyone to eat?"

The old Confucian scholar smiled and said: "This is very strange. I guess this Taoist friend must be performing a more profound magic."

Zhang Xiu smiled slightly, stuffed the grapes into his mouth, then spread his empty palms and said proudly: "Let's see if the grapes are gone!"

The Taoist: "..."

Old Confucian scholar: "..."

Disciples: "..."

Seeing that everyone was shocked and speechless by his profound "magic", Zhang Xiule smiled and said: "Keep eating, don't be polite, just treat it like you are at home."

The corners of Taoist Bian's eyes twitched slightly, and he asked Taoist Xuanyuan: "Brother Xuanyuan, this little friend with profound magic skills is also from your Shangqing Palace?"

Taoist Xuanyuan forced a laugh and said, "How could I possibly be able to teach such a genius despite my virtues and abilities in the Qing Palace? This Brother Zhang is a good friend of Senior Sister Xuantian and is temporarily staying here."

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest looked at Zhang Xiu in astonishment.

I dare to love this guy, he is here to eat and drink...

Full of confusion, his spell was lifted, and the dancing fairy disappeared with a pop, turned back into chopsticks and fell to the ground.

Taoist Xuanyuan smiled and said to the disciples: "When you have had enough to drink, go to bed early. Don't delay collecting firewood tomorrow."

A group of disciples responded quickly and exited the living room one after another.

After the disciples dispersed, he asked: "Master Huang Shi, the Taoist leader, you two came together, couldn't you just come to me for a drink?"

Huang Shigong nodded slightly and said, "To be honest, the two of us are here to ask you for something."

The Taoist priest answered: "When I met an evil spirit from an evil sect, she was not afraid of our spells at all. She wanted to borrow the magic weapon from the Shangqing Palace for use."

Huang Shigong slowly told the whole story. There was a Wang Xiucai in Xincheng who had a kind and honest temper.

One day, Wang Xiucai saw a fat, dark, and unattractive woman walking into the house. She approached him and sat on the bed with a smile. She looked very slutty. Wang Xiucai rushed out to chase her away, but the woman refused to leave.

From then on, Wang Xiucai always saw the woman in front of him, no matter whether he was sitting or lying down.

He made up his mind and would not change his mind. The woman became so angry that she raised her hand and slapped Wang Xiucai's face until it cracked. She tied the belt to the beam, grabbed Wang Xiucai's hair, and forced him to hang himself together with her.

Wang Xiucai couldn't help but follow the beam, put his head into the hanging buckle, and made a hanging posture. Some people saw Wang Xiucai standing upright in the air with his feet not touching the ground, but he could not hang himself.

From then on, Wang Xiucai suffered from madness and almost jumped into the river. Fortunately, someone found him and dragged him back.

It happened every day, I tried all kinds of things, I had attacks several times a day, and my family asked witches to give me medicine, but nothing worked.

Huang Shigong and the Taoist priests passed by Wang Xiucai's house and knew that he was being invaded by evil spirits. They opened an altar to drive away the evil spirits.

As a result, not only was the woman not afraid, she showed up openly and ate the yellow talisman in a playful manner without being harmed. Then she turned into a monster with eyes like lightning and a mouth as big as blood, and it opened its mouth to eat the two of them. .

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the two of them ran away quickly. After discussion, they decided to come to Shangqing Palace to borrow the magic weapon Shangqing Sword and go kill the strange woman.

Zhang Xiu couldn't help but frowned as he listened to their descriptions. He touched his chin and said, "How come I have seen the monster you mentioned before? What does it look like specifically..."

Huang Shigong waved his hand, and a picture appeared in the wine glass in front of Zhang Xiu. It was the monster.

Zhang Xiu saw the monster's appearance clearly and suddenly realized: "It turns out to be the clay ghost in the City God's Temple!"
Chapter completed!