Li Daoran touched his mustache, strode back to the bedroom with his money sword in hand, and closed the door behind him.
In the living room, the second aunt and Qin Xiaorou looked at Li Chuang with strange faces.
Li Chuang didn't expect this to happen, and he was equally confused.
However, this guy has experienced many battles and has been tempered within the system, and his ability to adapt to changes is beyond words.
"Second Aunt, this is not strange. As the saying goes, medicine does not differentiate between families. Those who know medical skills may not necessarily know Taoist skills, but Taoists all know medical skills. Isn't it like this on TV? Daochang Li revealed his true identity, and the third uncle's illness is almost certain.
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Li Chuang didn't understand shit, but he was so eloquent that he really frightened his second aunt with a few words.
Suddenly, Li Daoran's scolding came from inside the house.
"You are so bold and evil, why don't you show your true colors soon!"
"How dare you dare to do what you do with your little skills? The Three Pure Ones are on top, help me subdue the demon!"
Along with Li Daoran's voice, there was a loud splashing and ping-ping-pong-pong in the room.
The second aunt's face suddenly changed, her palms were sweating and she was nervous.
The sound inside lasted for a few minutes and then became quiet.
"nailed it!"
Li Chuang was overjoyed and came to the door to listen.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the door was knocked open. Li Daoran, who was 200 years old, smashed through the door and flew out.
"Zhenren Li!"
The second aunt hurried over to check the situation.
"I'm fine! I was careless! I didn't hide!"
Li Daoran was disgraced, punched the ground with his broken money sword, and got up with a grin on his face.
A hand suddenly stretched out from under the door panel. Li Daoran was startled, holding the broken money sword in front of his chest.
"Taoist Master, save me!"
Li Chuang's trembling voice came from under the door. This guy was hiding behind the door just now and eavesdropping on the sounds inside. When Li Daoran flew out, he was directly pressed under the door.
Everyone opened the door and pulled Li Chuang out from underneath. Qin Xiaorou laughed instantly when she saw Li Chuang's appearance.
Li Daoran weighed more than two hundred kilograms, and his weight doubled when he flew. Li Chuang was hit and pressed against the door panel. His nose was bruised and his face was covered in blood. Two of his front teeth were broken in half, and his entire face was flat.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
Li Chuang kept wailing, but no one was in the mood to pay attention to him at the moment. After all, the injury was not serious.
"Zhenren Li, how is my old Qin?" the second aunt asked worriedly.
Li Daoran's face was very solemn. The things inside were very difficult to deal with. It would be nice if the master was here.
But the old man, the master, was wandering around in Taixu. At that time, he was just too playful and did not learn any real skills. Otherwise, how could a little evil spirit trouble him?
That's right, what Li Mu suffered was not an incurable disease, but an injustice claimed his life, so the hospital couldn't detect any symptoms.
"This is how to do!"
Li Mu is in trouble. This is the first time in more than ten years that he has encountered such a difficult matter.
In the past, he would show people a shady house, set up Feng Shui formations, or do some small jobs of praying for blessings and rain. There was no technical content and no risk to his life.
This time I thought it was just a small job, and I could get some money just by bragging about it, but I didn't expect that I encountered a tough problem.
Logically speaking, when other Taoist priests encounter something that cannot be solved, they should explain it to their master, and then leave in despair.
But their Ziyang Clan has a rule. Once you take over a job from someone else, you can't give it up even if you die, otherwise it will destroy the Ziyang Clan's sign.
He, Li Daoran, left alive today, and when he wanders around Taixu a hundred years later, if he meets his master, he will definitely be drowned in his spittle.
Li Daoran gritted his teeth and said, "The damn bird is facing up. I must take this job today, otherwise I won't be able to see my master after I die!"
Thinking of this, Li Daoran was heartbroken. He took off his purple robe and threw it aside, then opened his briefcase and rummaged around.
Although his bag is not big, it can contain a lot of things, such as pens, inkstones, inkstones, yellow talismans, red string ink fountains and copper coins, cinnabar stone saltpeter powerful pills, bronze mirrors, copper bells, and peach wood swords.
Ye Ming was stunned when he saw it, why did this guy look like Jingle Cat?
"found it!"
A smile finally appeared on Li Daoran's face and he took out a Bagua mirror from his bag.
The Bagua Mirror is only the size of a palm. One side is a mirror, surrounded by Yang inscriptions of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. The other side is engraved with the image of the Three Pure Ones, holding a sharp sword.
This is the Ziyang Clan's gate-holding magic weapon, called the Xuantian Yin-Yang Mirror. It is the only treasure left behind by his master before his death.
I remember back then, the master had a decisive battle with a big demon that had been practicing for thousands of years. The fight lasted for three days and three nights with no outcome. In the end, he had no choice but to sacrifice the Xuantian Yin-Yang Mirror to kill the big demon.
However, the master was seriously injured as a result and passed away within a few years.
"Master, you always bless me in heaven, let my apprentice use the treasure you left behind to slay demons!"
Li Daoran muttered that he had never used this thing before, and his heart was pounding. He could only pray to the master to bless him in heaven.
With the Xuantian Yin-Yang Mirror in hand, Li Daoran suddenly became extremely solemn and stepped towards the bedroom, his whole body exuding the desolation of the wind and the cold water.
But as soon as he reached the door, he stopped and turned to look at Ye Ming.
"Hey! Boy, come here and help me!"
Ye Ming blinked: "Me?"
"That's right, it's you! Take this and help me from behind!"
Li Daoran pulled out a copper coin sword from his waist like a magic trick, then threw it to Ye Ming.
This copper coin sword is only one foot long. The copper coins are stained with rust and wrapped with red thread. I weighed it in my hand and found it was quite heavy. It must be a real thing.
Ye Ming held the copper coin sword in his hand and followed Li Daoran into the house.
In the room at this moment, Li Mu, who was unconscious, had woken up and was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze. When he saw someone coming in, his eyes instantly turned around.
Ye Ming's eyes met with his, and a chill ran down his back.
Qin Mu's eyes no longer have white eyes, and his eyes are as black as ink. There is a trace of black energy emanating from his body, and a gurgling sound comes from his throat.
"Stinky Taoist priest, why don't you get out?"
Qin Mu opened his mouth to speak, but the voice was not his, but that of a woman.
"Evil beast! I have brought the magic weapon here again. If you are wise, leave now, otherwise the magic weapon will be sacrificed and I will not give up until you are beaten to a pulp!"
"Giggle..."
Qin Mu let out a chilling laugh, and then said viciously: "You stinking Taoist priests are full of benevolence, justice, and morality, and do justice for heaven. Then do you know how miserable this guy has done to me? Unless my soul is shattered, he must die!"
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"Then there's no need to discuss it!"
Li Daoran looked stern, then recited the six-character mantra and pointed the Xuantian Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand at Qin Mu.
"You bastard, look in the mirror!"
A ray of golden light burst out from the Xuantian Yin-Yang Mirror, covering Qin Mu on the bed, and a piercing scream instantly erupted in the room.