Su Dingfang and Wang Dong are both peerless masters today, and even Gu Yun, a soy sauce expert, knows how powerful Zhou Yi's "Hidden Heaven and Earth" is. In front of the three of them, only the inner family Zhengang can block it.

The audio-visual function allows Grandma Xiong to listen to the window calmly and casually, and can chat with them casually without being noticed. This method is already superb and cannot be competed by the three of them.

Su Dingfang secretly thought he was lucky. Compared with when he was in Yongji Canal that day, Zhou Yi's skills have improved again. Fortunately, he turned around quickly and didn't fall out with him because of his nephew's matter. Otherwise, I'm afraid it would be impossible for him and Wang Dong alone.

Really worthy

He couldn't pay off this 'Brother Zhou'. What's more, although his adopted son was filial, he admired Zhou Yi and even accepted his confidante as his disciple. The relationship was extraordinary, and he might not really be willing to fall out with Zhou Yi.

This person can only be close to him, not an enemy. Su Dingfang sighed secretly, turned to look out the window and said: "Since the saint of shamanism has arrived, please show up quickly. Su Dingfang has been waiting for you for a long time." This is all to see.

In order to save Zhou Yi's face, otherwise a fallen shaman saint, Su Dingfang, could kill him whenever he wanted and keep him whenever he wanted. How could he use so much nonsense?

"Haha, I didn't expect anyone to know the origin of my old lady. Is the old hall master really well-deserved?"

As soon as the window opened, a figure walked into the room. Sure enough, it was Grandma Xiong. Although this last saint of shamanism was not a martial artist, her legs and feet were much more flexible than those of young people. Su Dingfang and others were slightly stunned, and carefully

After observation, I found that she was just maintaining good health and had strong legs and feet, and did not have any peerless martial arts, so she relaxed.

Grandma Xiong didn't even look at Su Dingfang and others, but walked up to Zhou Yi and bowed deeply to him: "Brother Yi is really a noble person to the old lady. Although the old lady is not a martial arts person, she is in the world and knows the power of high-buying organizations;

Without you this time.

I'm afraid that my wife will become an unknown corpse at the bottom of Dongting Lake like the man who offered chestnuts. Haha, the Gaobai organization is so majestic and evil? It turns out that in today's society ruled by law, people can kill people if they want to.

, without any scruples”

Su Dingfang's face turned red. Grandma Xiong was right to be sarcastic. In modern society, killing people is a sensational thing after all. Even if the world knows that there are still people who enjoy privileges in this world, the law cannot restrict them, and they should not say it in public.

.Once the window paper is punctured, it will be embarrassing.

"Haha, Grandma Xiong is also the saint of the largest religion in the Wu family. How could she say things that only ordinary people would say? Since you are in the world, why don't you say these ridiculous remarks?"

Su Dingfang secretly glanced at Zhou Yi, feeling extremely depressed. He would tell this in front of Zhou Yi. He couldn't help but regard Zhou Yi as a top master like himself, a person in the same circle, but he didn't expect that Grandma Xiong would hear it.

Fortunately, the old lady is half a Jianghu person and not a reporter from the southern newspaper industry.

Killing a person in ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles. Su Ding has been in the world for a long time. Killing people and taking lives is just like eating and drinking water for him. Zhou Yi can actually understand. But he doesn't agree. He just sighs in his heart that Wang Dong is also a member of the military. Although

He's not a policeman, but he shouldn't even have basic legal awareness, right? Could it be that he has been working as a special forces soldier for too long?

Are there too many people killing people abroad? But they don’t know that people have different views on problems depending on their origins and status. Wang Dong was born in a Jianghu sect. After entering the army, he went directly to the front line. He often did things like killing people and stealing goods. He killed his own adoptive father.

The damn bastard second generation ancestor is just doing harm to the people. It's too late for him to support it, so how can he oppose it?

Zhou Yi remained silent, and the atmosphere in the room became strange. Su Dingfang saw that Zhou Yi was unhappy and laughed dryly: "Haha, my grandma must have heard clearly the conversation between Brother Zhou and me just now. You have to be loyal when traveling in the world. But we also need face. No matter how unclean the inside is, the face must be shining. I have already given Brother Zhou some face. Now it depends on what grandma says. If my two conditions cannot be met, I am afraid I want full friendship. It is extremely difficult to give face."

The meaning behind these words is very clear. It seems to be said to Grandma Xiong, but in fact it is said to Zhou Yi. Brother, I will give you your face, but if this grandma doesn't give me face, Gao Mai still has face and dignity. Then don't blame me, old brother. Zhou Yi smiled after hearing this. He is indeed an old Jianghu. If you can speak, others will tell you. If you speak again, you are ignorant and unreasonable. Now let's see how Grandma Xiong handles it. .

"Do you have a pot? It's not a metal pot, a plastic pot, or a wooden pot. It needs a good insect pot, a pot for raising crickets."

"Cricket basin? Yes." Su Dingfang nodded to Gu Yun. After a while, Gu Yun brought a cricket basin. It had four sides and eight corners, with fertile soil inside. It was seven or eight inches in diameter. Although it was not a famous utensil. , it is still a high-quality thing. It is autumn, and there are people who like to play with crickets on this fishing island. There is no shortage of such things.

Even Zhou Yi became curious. Grandma Xiong was really like an old Jianghu. She ignored Su Dingfang's questions and asked for a cricket basin first. This is called taking the initiative. Isn't it awesome?

Grandma Xiong put the basin on the table, and without Su Dingfang or the others asking her, she pulled up a stool and sat down, opened her mouth, and vomited into the basin.

"Little toad! It's still golden. It's so small and so cute."

Gu Yun's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but clapped her hands and praised her. She saw that there was indeed a little toad in the cricket basin. It was golden yellow all over and was about the size of a thumb. It lay motionless in the basin and its belly was still bulging. , very cute.

"Gee, this is not a toad. It's called a golden toad. You haven't seen the golden toad with bangs playing with the golden toad, have you?" Looking at Su Dingfang and others, Grandma Xiong smiled proudly: "This is when grandma was young. It was donated by the disciples of the sect. In order to get this golden toad, hundreds of disciples climbed Mount Everest. A large number of people were frozen to death and buried in avalanches, just to make grandma happy. Unfortunately, the current shamanism is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. , Grandma, a saint with such achievements, can bully anyone who wants to."

Glancing at Su Dingfang, Grandma Xiong continued: "However, shamanism has been passed down for thousands of years, and there is no shortage of self-protection techniques. Although grandma does not practice martial arts, if you really want to fight with others, you can support whoever you want to support you, so Tell me, don’t push anyone into a hurry, rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry. Pfft!”

At this point, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist at the golden toad!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this golden toad, which was only about the size of a thumb, jumped up suddenly as if someone had stabbed a chrysanthemum, turned around in the air, opened its mouth, and sucked in all the blood mist with a 'chi' sound. There was no waste in my stomach, so I screamed "Quack" twice, and my body expanded rapidly. In the blink of an eye, I grew from the size of my thumb to the size of my fist. My belly suddenly dented, then it swelled up, and a golden red color spurted out from my mouth. of juice comes.

Grandma Xiong had already taken out a small jade bowl from her arms, brought it to the golden toad's mouth, collected all the juice in it, and tapped the golden toad's head with her little finger, and the golden toad barked two more times.

With a loud sound, her body quickly shrunk and jumped back into her open mouth.

I saw Grandma Xiong's throat twitching twice. Then it calmed down. I don't know where the golden toad went. Only the traces in the cricket jar proved that the golden toad had indeed appeared and that it was not everyone's dream.

"This is the blood refining method in ancient witchcraft. Only our shamanism has the most complete inheritance."

Grandma Xiong put down the jade bowl in her hand with some pride, and said leisurely: "Refining insects with blood, the insects move according to the heart. All kinds of greed and delusions of people can be gradually sensed by the insects over time as they practice. The insects are affected.

After that, there will be human emotions, various positive and negative thoughts, but because it is an insect and not a human being, it will not be affected by these desires, so these desires will be completely extracted in its spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

It can be excreted from the body at any time.”

"It's like making an insect into a human being. It also has thoughts and desires, but because it is an insect body, it will not be influenced by these thoughts. The influence of desires can be eliminated at any time. This skill is stronger than that of great virtuous monks.

Is this the Wu family’s method?”

Zhou Yi was really surprised. In addition to the shamanism that has gradually disappeared in China, the Shamanism family also has branches that have spread to Southeast Asia, India, Pakistan and Thailand. The practitioners are also called "head-lowering masters". When these head-lowering masters want to practice, they all

To rely on insects, the most commonly used ones are poisonous snakes, centipedes, spiders and toads.

Shit, I originally thought they were pretending to be scary, mysterious and intimidating, but now it seems that is not entirely the case. Buddhist and Taoist masters practice the spirit of ** and are people-oriented. They will not make such efforts, but rely on the branches of the Wu family.

I thought about the inheritance of insects, and I never imagined that there would be such a magical effect.

"You're trying to lower your head, it's a Southern magic!"

Su Dingfang's eyes flickered. The Chinese government allowed the Gaomai organization to exist. Firstly, it was because Gaomai was on the right team and had contributed to the country. Secondly, it was because Gaomai was also silently clearing out some sects that could not exist in China for the government. Of course, among them

This also includes the evil sects of Nanyang. In fact, it is precisely because of the cooperation between the government and Gaomai that the descendants of these witch sects will expose Nanyang. If Grandma Xiong has anything to do with Nanyang's surrender, even if he has the face of Zhou Yi, he will not care about it.

Must be eliminated!

"Bah, who are the masters? Do they deserve to be compared with grandma and me?"

Grandma Xiong said angrily: "Shamanism inherits the Worm Scripture of the ancient witchcraft family, and it can only be practiced on three insects. The sleepy bugs are used for self-protection; the mind-challenging bugs are used to get rid of dementia and are specially designed to treat mental illnesses that cannot be solved by witchcraft medicine.

And this Ten Thousand Desire Insect uses the insect body to carry the physical body, and then

Then relying on our special spiritual connection with the spirit insects, we can observe from a third-party perspective and experience all the desires of the human body. This is the most brilliant method of cultivating the mind. It may not be worse than the Buddhist or Taoist mental methods. How can it be?

It’s comparable to the heresy of lowering one’s head!” (To be continued…)

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