Chapter 422 The Eleventh Live Broadcast

The ghost mother did not chase Lu Chen and stayed quietly by Wang Yu's side. I didn't dare to disturb the mother and son, so she quietly entered the experimental building alone.

The raging Yin Qi had dissipated, and I walked to the corner with a smile. Zhong Jiu covered the wound on his stomach and looked at me very warily: "You're not dead yet?"

"Yes, good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years." I gently touched the ghost ring jade beads with my fingers to summon the lustful ghost.

"What do you mean?" Zhong Jiu felt something was wrong.

"I mean you are a good person." He waved his hand at Yugui, thirsting for blood. Dominated by desire, No. 9 could no longer hold back any longer. The nails on his hands grew longer, and he pounced on Zhong Jiu as if he were holding ten table knives.

"Where is the young master? Where is senior brother Lu Chen? Gao Jian, if you dare to kill me, Miaozhen Dao will fight you until death!" Zhong Jiu shouted with all his strength, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

I shook my head and admired the killing feast of Yugui: "I didn't kill you, it was the ghost mother who killed you. I just fought back in self-defense and accidentally hurt you."

Before taking action, I had already thought of an excuse to blame everything on the ghost mother. I believed that the ghost mother would not mind.

After Zhong Jiu died, I walked out of the laboratory building. To my surprise, the strong yin energy in the campus had dissipated, and the ghost mother had disappeared. I didn't know whether she was chasing Lu Chen or preparing to hide from the limelight temporarily.

I picked up Wang Yu who was lying on the ground. The expression on his face softened a lot. His eyes were wide open and numb, but the corners of his eyes were a little moist, with a trace of crystal hanging on them.

No one can get close to his heart, and no one knows what he is thinking now. I checked the injuries on his body and found that they were just some skin injuries, and all the yin energy had been expelled from the body: "There is a ghost mother as a mother. , I really don’t know if you are lucky or unlucky.”

After taking one last look at Lu Jin's body, I walked out of Xinhu High School with Wang Yu without looking back.

There was a lot of commotion on campus. Ergou and the others didn't leave at all. They were always hiding at the door, ready to come back and fight. Their heart was enough to move me: "It's over. Let's go home."

Back at Jingying Sanatorium, I arranged for Wang Yu to sleep, and checked Ergou and the others' bodies again, expelling most of the yin energy from their bodies before letting them leave.

I rested one night in the nursing home. Early the next morning, as soon as I walked out of the yard, I saw Ergou and his brothers driving a van to block my door. The battle scared the security guards in the nursing home to death. .

"What are you going to do?" I looked at the people standing in a row and felt a little puzzled, but Ergou finally came out.

"Brother Jian, what happened last night was like opening the door to a new world for us. Now we realize that we are just frogs in the well, so we discussed it all night and unanimously decided to learn from you!" Ergou didn't have a playful smile on his face. , said in a rare and extremely serious tone.

"Learning skills?" I laughed dumbly, watching as several people not only shaved their hair short, but also wore uniforms. They all looked like recruits who had just joined the army: "Even if you want to learn, I can't teach you."

Most of the exercises exchanged from the underworld show are the mental methods of suppressing sects of some sects in the world. After what happened with Miaozhendao, I have understood that secretly learning exercises is equivalent to shaking the foundation of a sect. This is a completely irreconcilable contradiction, so I can't harm it. Ergou them. Yin and yang ghost arts can be practiced for them, but ghost arts have serious side effects. People who deal with yin energy all year round and practice ghost arts will not live long.

"Brother Jian, just teach us a move or a half. If something happens again next time, we can help you, right?"

"Yes, Brother Jian. If you ask us to go east, we will never go west!"

"Now that I think about it, I was once pressed into bed by a ghost when I was a child. If I knew Taoism, I might not know who would crush whom!"

Several people talked in a hurry, imagining various scenarios after learning Taoism. I just shook my head after listening to it, and gradually understood why the major sects have such strict requirements for the practice of the Taoism Talismans of the Heart. To practice the Dharma, you must first cultivate your mind. The Dharma is just a kind of Tao. If you practice the Tao purely for the sake of the Dharma, you will only go astray in the end.

"Let's do this, I will try my best to find a way for you. You can practice Bengquan for the time being and bite off more than you can chew. When you all develop your inner strength, I will teach you the Taoist inner strength and mental methods." I waved with all my strength in my dream. It takes tens of thousands of punches to develop internal strength. If you want to develop internal strength in reality, it will take only a few months to achieve it.

Several people were slightly disappointed, but they quickly cheered up and drove away in the van in a hurry, not knowing where they were going to practice boxing.

"It's great to be young." I returned to the house, and Bai Qi lay lazily on the sofa, wagging his tail leisurely. Wang Yu, who was wrapped in bandages, sat at the table with a pen and concentrated on drawing.

"Wang Yu, what are you drawing?" I walked over with a smile. Unexpectedly, the child saw me coming, picked up the drawing paper and ran away, not letting me look at it at all.

"This guy." The smile slowly faded away. In fact, when he picked up the drawing paper, I could already see with my discerning eyes that what was drawn on the paper was the Ghost Mother.

Dark clouds were pressing down on her head, and she stood on top of the tall building, her black hair dancing wildly, and she reached out to touch the sky.

"The painting is really like it."

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I left Jingying Sanatorium alone and returned to Tingtang Road. Compared to Jingying Sanatorium, I still felt that my small shop was more comfortable.

As soon as I walked to the door of the store, I saw a Taoist priest in blue wandering on the street: "Taoist Master Leng? Are you here to ask for a rice altar incense burner?"

I bought breakfast, holding steamed buns and fried dough sticks in my hand: "Why don't you come in and sit down?"

When Leng Qingxuan saw me, it was as if he had seen a ghost, with an expression of disbelief. It took him a while to come back to his senses: "You... are not dead?"

I was confused: "It's so early in the morning, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you want some steamed buns?"

"No need." Leng Qingxuan waved his sleeves and looked me up and down: "Brothers Lu Chen and Lu Jin stayed away all night. I'm a little worried. They said they wanted to find you before, but I don't know..."

"Oh, Lu Jin is dead, and Lu Chen is probably dead too." I ate the steamed buns as if no one else was watching: "Yesterday they took me to Xinhu High School for a heart-killing interrogation. As a result, the ghost mother appeared, and the two master disciples of Miaozhen Tao, The justice is so great. Lu Jin died in battle, and Lu Chen led the ghost mother away alone. Such acts of self-sacrifice for others are really admirable!"

Leng Qingxuan glanced at me suspiciously: "You didn't lie to me? This time Maoshan and Miaozhen Dao came to Jiangcheng at the same time. If anything happens to fellow Taoist Miaozhen, I will inevitably be questioned by the master."

"When the time comes, I hope that Master Leng can say a few kind words to me. This time something happened to fellow Taoist Miaozhen, I feel really guilty. I have trouble sleeping and eating, and am under great mental pressure. I won't keep you here, and I won't send you far away!" "After swallowing the buns in my mouth, I opened the store door and entered, and I could still hear Leng Qingxuan's whisper in my ears.

"You can't sleep and eat well, and your mouth is full of oil? Forget it, I'd better go back to the mountain earlier. Lu Jin is the first disciple of the ninth generation of Miaozhen Tao. He is regarded as his own son by the Tao. His death will probably cause a big earthquake in Jiangcheng. , no one can be alone.”

I don’t know if Leng Qingxuan’s words were meant for me to hear. When I walked out with the incense burner, the Maoshan Yin Master had already gone away: “After Zhu Xin asked, Miao Zhen Dao should not be able to I suspect that I secretly learned the Miaozhenxin method, but I’m afraid there really is a fight to the death between them and the Ghost Mother.”

I was worried about the ghost mother in my heart, but I also knew that my worries were completely unnecessary. The level gap between me and the ghost mother was too far, and this gap could not be made up by a few talismans or external strategies.

"Soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth, why are you thinking so much?" I didn't waste any more time and went back to the house to practice the Miaozhenxin method and strengthen the Yang meridians to prepare for the eleventh live broadcast tonight.

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A cold wind blows in from the window. Now that we have entered autumn, it is getting dark earlier and earlier and the nights are getting longer. This is not good news for me.

At the end of the day's practice and after dinner, I installed all the live broadcast tools and waited with peace of mind with the large-screen mobile phone used in the underworld show.

The hands crossed, it was eight o'clock.

A faint cold light shone on my face, and I looked at myself reflected on the screen. My face was pale but firm and calm.

"Hello?"

"Are you Gao Jian?"

"it's me."

"We've met before, can you get me out of here?"

"Where are you now?"

"I'm...in the well."