Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 137

[Chapter 137 Falling into the mortal world (18)]

Qianqian no longer suppressed her anger, she raised her hands abruptly, all the long armors grew out, and when she opened her mouth, the fangs inside were exposed. How could there be a hibiscus that looked like a face and a willow like eyebrows just now? The appearance of a beast.

Daoist Mingfeng took a step back subconsciously. Facing this kind of murderous beast, he didn’t want to fight in close quarters. However, these two suddenly attacked, and his whisk was not by his side. The whisk was handed down from his grandfather’s father’s generation. It was a powerful object. Holding it in his hand could refresh his mind and see the demon light. He used this to recognize that the fox beside Huanniang was a monster.

Without the whisk, Daoist Mingfeng’s ability dropped by more than half, and at most he would fight Qianqian to the death. Qianqian didn’t know this. The Taoist priest Mingfeng in her impression could reveal her demon body at a glance. If she wanted to come here, she might not be his opponent. But Qianqian was extremely angry at this moment, even if she was seriously injured, she still wanted to give Daoist Mingfeng a treat.

“Qianqian, sit down.”

Song Que’s order aroused Qianqian’s sanity. The fear of the little fairy and the expectation of relying on him to save Huanniang made Qianqian stop obediently.

Daoist Mingfeng couldn’t figure out the details of the two, but he was very good at grasping the opportunity. When he saw Qianqian sitting back peacefully, he immediately attacked and slapped the palm that had been transported for a long time towards Qianqian’s chest, thinking about it. To shatter her breastbone and turn her back into a prototype.

Song Que originally wanted to let him go, but he didn’t expect him to be so sinister and furious, and shouted: “Let’s go!”

This angry voice sounded like a silent attack, surrounding Ming Feng, unable to move, as if it was only gradually With his clenched fist, he squeezed Mingfeng hard. This sound came suddenly, and it was impossible to prevent. Mingfeng was seriously injured and vomited a lot of blood. He didn’t know how Song did it. He was shocked and scared for a while, and looked at Song. But his eyes were suspicious.

Song Que looked at Daoist Mingfeng on the ground coldly, and said, “What is your birthday?”

Daoist Mingfeng sprayed a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said with a smile, “Where did you come from? Demons, ghosts, and monsters, do you still want the characters of my birthday? Dreaming!”

The horoscope of birthdays is indeed a bit mysterious, and it can indeed be used to make mischief if you come across some dishonest spirits and take the horoscope of people’s birthdates. When Song asked the Taoist priest, he didn’t expect him to answer honestly, just to pave the way for himself. So Daoist Mingfeng was in his expectation, but Song said calmly: “You don’t say it? I know even if you don’t say it.”

Song can see the year and month of his birth from Daoist Mingfeng’s face. The finer things cannot be seen directly. But when asking about Huanniang, Qianqian reported Huanniang’s birth date honestly. As soon as the two sides summed up, Song calculated the most likely times, and then used these eight characters in turn to set the fate of Daoist Mingfeng, and quickly found the most suitable one.

Song actually walked up to Daoist Mingfeng, his lips opened and closed, and reported the year, month, and date of Daoist Mingfeng’s birth in order, even down to the hour.

Obviously, the more Song said, the more ugly Daoist Mingfeng’s face became. He thought that Song was a helper that Qianqian had found, and both of them were spirits, but now that the spirits got his birth date, it was not good for him.

Daoist Mingfeng was so cunning and cunning in the end, he felt bad in his heart, but when he turned his head, he had a sneering face again: “I don’t know where you two little demons have made up the characters, thinking that if you mess with the old Daoist, I will I’m provoked, tell you my real character? Impossible!”

Song, however, saw that he was immortal until the Yellow River, so naturally he would not be fooled by his acting skills. As for Qianqian, this little fox demon looks easy to deceive, but has a natural intuition. In addition, he believes that he is a bad person. After listening to such a sentence, he only scolded: “Bold! You are disrespectful to adults!”

Ming Feng The Taoist priest’s face was a little ugly. After knowing that Song Que was the one who was in charge of the two, he couldn’t stop looking up and down at Song Que.

Song Que also found it funny, he said to Ming Feng: “I am a demon, so what are you?”

Ming Feng said: “I have been practicing for decades, but there are Taoists who are blessed by the Sanqing Patriarch.”

Song Que said again : “Even if you are a Taoist priest, you are forcibly tempting souls to leave the body, trying to use the demonic way of Yangshou. Your Sanqing Patriarch is protecting me, and it is impossible to protect you.”

As soon as Song Que said this, Daoist Master Mingfeng’s face really changed, and the calmness just now no longer exists.

Mingfeng is not strong in fighting skills, but he has some strength in other aspects. In addition, with the help of that baby whisk, these years have been very eye-opening and have formed a good relationship. But the most unknowable thing in the world is your own destiny. Since Mingfeng accidentally saw the records of his birth and death in the book of life and death, the whole person has been planted with demons. He couldn’t accept this result after he practiced diligently and accumulated good deeds and virtues. He did not cultivate the Tao and become an immortal, and he did not prolong his life. He had only a mere fifty-two years of Yangshou, and he was a widow who killed her husband. He has thirty years of extra life, how unfair the heavens are!

In the life of the demon, Daoist Mingfeng couldn’t help but find some evil methods that are said to prolong life. One of them is to borrow life from people who match the eight characters. The more longevity that person has left, the more Yangshou Mingfeng can borrow at one time.

Although this Taoist temple is dilapidated, it is because Mingfeng did not care about money before, and only focused on solving problems. In fact, there are quite a few people who come and go in this Taoist temple. Some come to marry, some come to see Feng Shui, and once and for all, Mingfeng really has many people’s birthdays. Among them, Huanniang’s eight characters are naturally among them. When her husband died, the mother-in-law gave Mingfeng the characters of Huanniang and her son, and asked if Huanniang had killed her son. To be honest, there is indeed a problem with the characters of the two, but there is no problem of Huanniang unilaterally suppressing her husband. To be precise, the two are hindering each other, but Huanniang’s man’s life is weak, and Huanniang’s life is heavier. Will die forever. Huanniang is exactly the person Mingfeng asked for from the character. In addition, she has an eighty-two birthday, and she is only in her early thirties. If she borrows her life, Mingfeng can live another fifty years. In ten years, he might be able to find another person with similar characters, and the years are endless.

Mingfeng used an evil method to get Huanniang’s soul out of the body, but when he was about to collect the soul, he was disturbed, and half of the soul was collected. Bewildered in place, Ming Feng dared to leave first. Who would have thought that when Ming Feng came back, the rest of Huan Niang’s soul would be gone, only the fox’s footprints in front of the windowsill implied something.

Mingfeng knew that the little fox raised by Huanniang was a demon. He used the attitude of turning a blind eye to the monster to win the trust of Huanniang. Mingfeng believes that what he does is very secretive, and the fox demon should not be able to guess what he is doing, but he still decides to frame the blame, so that the fox demon came back and said something, and others only thought it was nonsense. . Not to mention that at critical times, Mingfeng can also pull out the banner of “not my race, its heart must be different” to attack the opponent.

Mingfeng thought very well, but he didn’t expect that the other party would invite such a powerful foreign aid, and he saw through his plan at a glance. This feeling of being exposed made him feel very bad. Be brave.

Song didn’t give him this chance, but said, “You think we are demons, you are Dao, even if we know the truth and spread it out, other people will still believe you more than our words. Is that right?”

Mingfeng was afraid He was inducing himself to say something specific, so he didn’t admit it directly, and only asked from the side: “Why are you asking this?”

Song Que said: “I guess you really want to become an immortal, then you don’t want to see it, the immortal is How’s it going?”

Song Que’s tone was the most common tone, without any deliberate pretense, but at this moment in Mingfeng’s ears, he couldn’t hear it clearly, as if the voice was transmitted from the clouds and fog Come, with the feeling of a little jade dew nectar dripping from the branches of the fairy.

An extremely ridiculous guess appeared in Mingfeng’s mind, but he couldn’t help but want to confirm his guess. Because he was seriously injured, he had been sitting halfway on the ground, and now he raised his head to look at Song Que, but he couldn’t see Song Que’s face clearly. He was shrouded in a mass of mist but not fog, especially his face, he couldn’t see clearly, the whole person exuded a Lingling immortal aura. At this moment, Mingfeng felt like he was the most humble person in the world, crawling at Song Que’s feet, just waiting for Song Que’s inadvertent charity, so that he could have a glimpse of the fairyland.

But Song lowered his head to see Ming Feng’s madness, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Mingfeng is now considered a lot of evil, and he is afraid that it will be difficult to survive in the underworld, but he used to want to cultivate and become immortal, and this obsession is still hidden to this day.

Song took a step back and said: “Yao Dao Mingfeng, although you see that your lifespan is two to fifty, but do you know what will happen next if you don’t use such sinister methods to prolong your life?”

Song Que’s voice Awakening the old Taoist from that state of being obsessed, listening to Song Que say this, he faintly realized in his heart that he should not listen to the next words. If he listens, a lot of things will change with it. But Mingfeng couldn’t say anything to refuse, his heart became very greedy, greedily wanting to know what the unchosen path would be like.

Song, however, noticed when Qianqian said that Huanniang’s birthday was not yet over, that the underworld officials in this world seemed to be very talkative, and often did some things to help people read the book of life and death. So Song Que also gave it a try, and after summoning the ghost messenger, his identity as a half-immortal was very useful, and he didn’t scare anyone, so the kid ghost messenger handled the matter respectfully.

The old Taoist saw Song but summoned someone with his own eyes, and the ghost’s respectful appearance shattered the last hope in his heart. This is really not a big demon, but a real immortal.

The ghost didn’t go for a long time, and it was convenient to return to the ground. Because Song accommodated his existence, the enchantment in the entire room did not hinder him at all.

The ghost messenger said to Song Que, “Reporting to the lord, this demon has accumulated good deeds for decades and devoted himself to cultivation. Although this life is only fifty-two years old, the life of the fairy will not be detailed in the next life. He has the ability to become an immortal. Now, he forces other people’s souls to leave the body, destroys corpses, and takes souls to make evil pills. The rewards and punishments for merits and demerits have changed, and they need to go to the underworld to be re-determined by the King of Hell.”

Song Que is also the first He heard it once, but he had already guessed that it was the result, so he specially asked someone to repeat it in front of the old Taoist priest. Sure enough, this feeling of being only one step away from obsession almost drove Daoist Mingfeng crazy, but it was more real than other punishments.

Song didn’t plan to do anything to him. A person with a near-shouyuan would have Yama to convict him.

[End of This Chapter]