Amid a burst of obscene laughter, the old alchemist was completely immersed in his beautiful fantasy about Li Jiao.
Even the left hand that was crippled by the curse was temporarily forgotten.
After a long time, Li Jinlong's scream brought him back to reality.
The old alchemist glanced at Li Jinlong with disgust and cursed.
"You trash, ancestor, didn't I just tear off one of your ears? Why are you crying like a ghost?"
"If your eyeballs fall off, they will grow back even if they are broken into bones. Of course, your ears will not be a problem either!"
When he said this, the old alchemist was suddenly startled, and then his face showed ecstasy.
"Hahaha, ancestor, I suddenly thought of something."
"Since your kid can regenerate his severed limbs, wouldn't the flesh and blood of my close relatives that I need to make alchemy be inexhaustible in the future?!"
"Little waste, little waste, you are much more useful than your waste father, hahahaha!"
When Li Jinlong, who was in severe pain, heard such heartbreaking words, he immediately stopped howling and was completely frightened.
He could already vaguely predict what kind of inhuman torture he would experience in the coming days.
The old alchemist didn't care what Li Jinlong was thinking, he laughed wildly to himself for a while and then suddenly stopped.
His face turned sinister in an instant.
He gently touched his left hand, which had been wrapped tightly in white cloth, and said bitterly.
"It seems that the enemy is more than just a magician!"
"How can a bunch of beasts cast a witchcraft curse!"
"No, no, ancestor, I want to personally check the other party's details."
Speaking of this, the old alchemist suddenly thought of Hui Lao Liu, who he had played with hundreds of years ago.
"Hehehe, I don't know how this beast is doing now."
"It's time to go find him now and ask him to help me find out the details of my enemy."
"Then drive this beast and a group of his little beasts to work for me!"
The old alchemist laughed wildly as he spoke.
"Hahahaha, of course I won't let his help go in vain."
"After the job is done, just give him the other half of the basic Taoist book...half of the other half as a reward!"
Just do it, the old alchemist was about to leave the cave but suddenly stopped.
He turned around and said to Li Jinlong in a pitiful voice.
"Little waste, don't even think about escaping while I'm not here, ancestor."
"Don't forget that you are my seed!"
"Under the pull of blood, unless you are dead, even if you hide in the ends of the earth, my ancestor, I can easily find you!"
"If you don't believe it, you can try it, but what will the consequences be if you are found by me, the ancestor..."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Amid a burst of wild laughter, the old alchemist walked away in the wind without touching his feet.
His clothes were fluttering as he walked, and if you didn't look at what he was doing, he really looked a bit like a fairy.
In the small courtyard, the evil Rakshasa demon was stunned for a moment when he saw the collision of spells and the deaf mother-in-law being injured and bleeding from the corner of her mouth.
Then I immediately understood:
He was almost plotted by the enemy in front of him, but it was the "old god" who drove him here who came to help and resolved the crisis.
I thought about myself as a "ghost" with a backstage, and this backstage looks no worse than the scary old woman, and may even be more powerful!
The Rakshasa demon became arrogant again.
"Damn old woman, how dare you plot against me?!"
"Damn, have you been punished by the old god?! Hahahaha!"
"If you plot against me, I will torture this little beast of yours!"
After the Rakshasa demon finished speaking, he slapped Wu Xin hard on the back again.
The little monk Wuxin was about to cry out in agony when he met Hua Jiunan's heart-wrenching eyes.
Namo Amitabha.
The young monk can't let his brother worry too much, otherwise he will be sad.
Thinking of these, Xiao Wuxin changed the cry of pain on his lips into softly reciting "Quotations of the Ancient Master".
"Hanshan asked Sheshe: 'How should I deal with when people slander me, bully me, insult me, laugh at me, belittle me, hate me, scold me, or lie to me?'"
"She's willing to say: "'You can only tolerate him, let him, avoid him, be patient with him, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years and see what he is...'"
Such kind words from great monks are simply incompatible with the evil of Rakshasa ghosts.
In her ears, it was like a thunderous roar. It gave the Rakshasa demon a splitting headache and a complete breakdown in his heart.
"You little beast, why don't you shut up now!"
"You hypocritical guys, sooner or later I will kill you all!"
Having said this, the Rakshasa evil spirit looked bitterly at Hua Jiunan, the only person who had ever hurt her.
"especially you!"
"Hua Jiu is in trouble, right? Sooner or later, I will eat you alive and drain your soul to refine your soul!"
As soon as Rakshasa Ghost finished speaking, Xiao Wuxin's chanting suddenly stopped.
In the originally warm night, a biting wind suddenly blew.
The silver moon that was hanging high disappeared, and a blood moon hung in the sky.
Under the blood moon, a tearful Buddha dozens of meters high floats, as if pitying the world, but also as if it is lamenting...
Before the Rakshasa demon had time to think about it, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move!
Wu Xin, who was originally held hostage in her arms, turned into another young monk at some point.
The monk wears a blood-red bronze mask on his face.
Under the mask, two eyes dancing with will-o'-the-wisps stared at him inhumanly.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, Namo Amitabha!"
"Female donor, what did you just say? Excuse me, please say it again. I came a little late and didn't hear you clearly!"