Biluo refers to the sky, and Huangquan refers to the underworld.
However, the strange thing is that Biluo Dan can only be found in the netherworld.
At the beginning, the master also thought about looking for this thing, but he couldn't find it. When Xu Tong came here, he seemed to have caught up with everything.
"There is nothing more suitable for you, so I picked up a bottle of elixir and saw that it was this thing."
The master talked about the reward this time in exchange for the head of the Nine-e Underworld King.
Among them are what the eldest princess needs, the crystal on the mountain ghost's head, the sword manual and the Biluo Dan. As for the old Taoist and the new zombies, they are gone.
On the other hand, Master made him a promise.
Xu Tong wanted to ask what it was, but the master just smiled and did not answer him. Seeing this, Xu Tong stopped asking.
He knows his master's temperament well, and if he doesn't tell him, it will be useless even if you pester him and act coquettishly.
The new zombie had better talk, because he can't talk at all.
Although he is the ancestor of the Mei family, the step of becoming a yaksha may have been over, and his intelligence is slightly stronger than that of ordinary zombies. The master is still slowly training him.
"But you've been working so hard for a while, so there won't be any benefits, right? You can take the Bhutan elixir, take a walk in the sky, and maybe even hook up with a goddess."
Xu Tong said half-jokingly.
The master raised his hand and hit him on the head with a bang: "No matter how big or small, he is getting more and more unruly. I will let your master teach you how to write the rules later."
After speaking, he changed his tone and pointed around: "Do you think these are for nothing? Opening a government and building a government office is the reward."
"Oh, before you co-wrote it, it was a private court?"
After Xu Tong said this, he immediately covered his head.
The master curled his lips and pointed at Xu Tong: "You know what a hammer is? It's called a patrol on behalf of the emperor. Didn't he wear imperial robes before he saw me?"
After saying this, Master had to sigh and said: "It's a pity that I can't wear it anymore. Old Ghost Du was very stingy and took the clothes back from me."
It can be seen that the master is still very rare for that imperial robe. Xu Tongxiao suddenly asked another matter: "Master, is the backer behind the Jiu'e Ghost King big? If we just kill him like this, will it happen?"
Will not be retaliated??”
Mentioning this matter, the smile on the Master's face gradually faded: "Big, big. If his background is not big, how can the Tenth Palace of Hell King not dare to take care of this matter? As for the matter of revenge, soldiers will come to stop it.
The water will come and the earth will cover us, we can just show off our tactics. If we were afraid, we wouldn’t ask the Nine-e Underworld Ghost King to come and do it.”
Xu Tong covered his forehead: "Yes, today is not in vain, you have taught me another lesson."
As early as the master told him to stop, and then he killed the ghost king himself, Xu Tong wondered in his heart whether the Yin-Yang Cave business was something that the master had planned for a long time.
Now that I heard Master say this, I was very sure in my heart.
"It's all a matter of smooth flow, not calculation."
The master casually pulled the fishhook a few times, and the strange fish in the pond jumped more happily.
Xu Tong originally wanted to ask about Meihua Taoist, but the master was not familiar with the path of Meihua Taoist.
Although it is said that the art of paper-tying originated from Plum Blossom Village.
But it would be too much to say that it is all the work of Taoist Meihua.
Zhao Yanwei of the Southern Song Dynasty once said in "Yunlu Manchao·Volume 5": The ancient Ming ware was also the weapon of the gods. Nowadays, it is made of paper, which is called the Ming ware.
Therefore, the job of papermaker has already appeared in the Song Dynasty, but it was not very popular until the Qing Dynasty when it was truly perfected.
So among them, Taoist Meihua actually just integrated the craft of paper-making and made some modifications and changes.
Qimen admits that it is a branch spread by Meihua Taoist, but in fact there are very few people who really understand Meihua Village.
So I can’t say I know much about Taoist Meihua.
After chatting with the master for a while, he saw that the master had begun to compete with the strange fish in the pond. Seeing this, Xu Tong got up and said goodbye to the master, and went to find his master Song.
Getting old.
"came back."
As soon as he entered the pavilion, Xu Tong smelled a special aroma of tea. Just one sip made him feel energetic.
"Hehe! The old man said that you are lonely at home and asked me to bring you a companion some other time."
Xu Tong sat down as calmly as before, but he did not sit down immediately. Instead, he stood obediently and waited for the master to speak.
"Don't bother me here. Sit down and wait until your tea is almost cold."
Only when Xu Tong heard this did he dare to sit down honestly. Although he was jumping up and down like the Monkey King in the palm of the Buddha at his master's place, when he came to his master Song Lao, he was the Sun Wukong under Tang Monk's hands.
Mr. Song poured Xu Tong half a cup of tea, then took Xu Tong's shisha pipe with shredded tobacco in his hand, put it to his mouth and started smoking.
"Your master needs to be strong. There are some things that I can't say to you directly, but you have to have some ideas in your mind. From now on, you will take care of the outside and we will take care of the inside. The benefits are indispensable to you. What your master wants is a performance. This group of people under his command will all
It’s up to you to support me.”
Master Xue Gui would not say these words. Why? The price dropped.
How can my master and his disciples bargain over the price? Talking about money will affect their relationship.
But these words had to be made clear to Xu Tong in advance. In the face of interests, let alone bullying the master and destroying the ancestors, even father and son killing each other were not unheard of.
Even though both of them know each other's character well.
But it is precisely because we know it well that we need to speak these words clearly.
Therefore, this hard work naturally fell on Mr. Song. Only Mr. Song was the most suitable person to tell Xu Tong these things. Anyone else would have hurt his feelings, but he would not.
Because Xu Tong knew very well that Mr. Song gave his entire family fortune to his own people.
Without Mr. Song, I would not be who I am today.
Mr. Song would never have any selfish intentions towards him.
Xu Tong drank the fragrant tea and felt the fragrance of the tea overflowing. After hearing what Master Song said, he raised his head and looked serious: "Who do you want me to kill next?"
"Don't worry, the higher ups want performance, but we can't be used as weapons for others. Some people can offend others, some can't. If they offend too many, even your master can't handle it.
Anyway, there are many monsters and monsters in this world. If you encounter them, fight them if you can. If you can't fight them, run away.
But there is one thing. You can only fight, not kill. Whether to kill, capture or release is up to us."
"OK."
After Xu Tong finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and looked out the door: "Then I can't keep this bunch of idlers in vain. If I encounter someone I can't beat, won't these guys come out to help me?"
Mr. Song seemed to be waiting for Xu Tong's words. He smiled calmly and said: "Help, but... I have to pay. How can you negotiate for yourself? I have a simple price list here for your reference."
Mr. Song sent the price list to Xu Tong, and Xu Tong took a look.
The mountain ghost's request is very simple, two words: eat enough!
The eldest princess’s request is also simple, just two words: drink enough!
Taoist Xunlong’s request is also two words: interview!
Xu Tong didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
At first glance, except for Taoist Xunlong, the eldest princess and the mountain ghost are very satisfied, but the question is, how much can the mountain ghost eat to satisfy her???
The eldest princess is even more outrageous. If she drinks enough, she will probably be squeezed dry.
"Okay, let me tell you, how did the master train them? They are all so polite to me, and the young master is waiting for me here."
Mr. Song smiled and said nothing, gave Xu Tong another cup of tea, and pointed to the line of small words below: "There is still a time limit."
Xu Tong took a look and found that each service should not exceed three minutes.
"That's too much, Master. I've never seen such a short clock. The barber shop next door even gives regular customers a 20% discount."
"The safest road is the one you can walk on your own. What we old guys can do to help you is to shovel some rocks and rotten wooden piles on the road that you can't move. You can't expect us to help you."
Even if you find a way out, you may not be able to walk."
When it comes to reasoning, ten Xu Tong are no match for Mr. Song.
Xu Tong sighed, knowing that there was no need to discuss this matter, so he simply accepted it openly.
This is forcing yourself to go down a different path.
He remembered that Master just now said that he wanted Mr. Song to teach him how to write the rules. Now it seems that Master is determined this time and does not intend to let him continue on the road of Baishankou.
Seeing that Mr. Song was still pouring tea, Xu Tong quickly covered the teacup and poured more tea until it was full.
"Old man, I saw my wife last time."
"Um!!"
Hearing this, Mr. Song was startled and hurriedly asked him to lower his voice. He glanced furtively behind him to make sure that the master couldn't hear him, and then whispered: "You stinky boy, just talk about business, don't
You're doing this, I didn't set the price."
Apparently Song Lao misunderstood Xu Tong's meaning.
Xu Tong waved his hand: "That's not what I meant. She is my master's wife after all. She has hard work without any credit. She has taken care of you for so many years. How can I do anything to her."
"Humph, I guess you have some conscience."
"What I mean is, no one else knows where Master Wife is from. You have been sleeping with her for so many years, so you should know something about it."
Mr. Song was silent for a moment and did not speak. Instead, he dipped his finger in some tea and wrote seven words on the table.
"God has an indescribable name, Ba."
Xu Tong didn't sit for long before he left. As soon as he left, the master came over and sat in Xu Tong's seat: "You're not angry."
Mr. Song sighed: "This kid feels very uncomfortable. He has raised a bunch of idle people and still has to work for you."
"Hmph, why don't you tell me, without my relationship, he killed the Jiu'e Ghost King, and he had to dig out the huge basket. He only saw the thief eating meat, but didn't see the thief being beaten?? I am my real master.
!”
The master picked up the tea and took a sip angrily, then frowned and said: "I said back then that worshiping Shankou means walking up on the disciple's shoulders. If he doesn't come out by another way, he shouldn't.
Take over this legacy.”
"Then you don't have to be a bad person. I am caught in the middle and am not a human being. I will be angry when I live and I will be angry when I die. I might as well go get a good child." Mr. Song complained, but his hands were still there.
Make a new cup of tea for Master.
The master narrowed his eyelids: "Then let's talk about your wife!"
Mr. Song's heart skipped a beat, and he jumped up and wanted to run away, but it was already too late. He saw a green vine in Master's hand, and he rushed up and slapped Mr. Song on his butt.
The pain caused Mr. Song to grimace and grin: "Okay, hit me with a willow branch, and I will speak for you next time. I am your biological son!!"
"You brat, don't run away. Let's talk about how you released the female slave..."
