Finally, in the darkness, Wujie strode away from Zhang Qiming's villa.

He really didn't understand whether he wanted to kill Li Pinting or the blood-colored ghost baby.

Are they wrong?

Is there a choice?

What should be wrong with a baby who has not even been born?

Since I couldn't figure it out and couldn't do it, I simply left.

Wu Jie is gradually moving away on the road.

If there are unfair things in the world, just put them down; but what should I do if I can’t figure out what I can’t understand?

Can't figure it out!

...

At this time, not far from the city where Wujie was located, a green car with the word "Mart" was loading. Yi Xu was wearing a bitter face and was as if he was depressed.

Wuliang Tianzun!

Taoist priest, I have opened a ancestral tomb!

The young Taoist priest was about to cry without tears, while Hu Ziming, who was sitting next to the young Taoist priest, was smiling and patting the Taoist priest's shoulder and saying, "It's not bad! I didn't expect that you are not old and have great ability!"

"Open someone's ancestral grave! He died young!"

The young Taoist priest was frowning. He was a monk who wanted to cultivate immortals. How could he do such a thing that would damage his good deeds?

He looked at Hu Ziming and found out that this guy in front of him was a devil, making people make mistakes!

"Nothing nonsense, you are looking for a case. How can you say that you are here to dig someone's ancestral grave? This is a matter of different natures, and you didn't go in again!"

Hu Zi waved his hand obviously, then put his hand on the young Taoist priest's shoulder and smiled.

Today, the Taoist priest in front of him gave him a big surprise. Maoshan Technique is well-known!

A few Taoist talismans can actually kill ghosts and corpses. It is so awesome to come and go in this evil tomb.

"I didn't go in, but if there is no Taoist, I will not go in, and you will disturb people's purity! It will damage your good deeds!"

The young Taoist priest was in tears, and he was obviously not satisfied with Hu Ziming's statement.

"Okay, I'll finish today's mission, I'll treat you to a meal tomorrow!"

"This is not a business!"

"Two meals! No more!"

Hu Ziming stretched out two fingers, indicating that this was already the limit.

The young Taoist priest covered his head with one hand, and he found that he had some communication difficulties with the guy in front of him.

"Then just two meals, that's it."

"Why did it be decided?"

The young Taoist priest's eyes twitched a little.

"Otherwise, there would be no one to eat."

Hu Ziming crossed his hands in front of his chest and said.

"Okay, just two meals."

"Yes, nothing can't be solved by one meal, or just two."

Hu Ziming smiled, and he found that the Taoist priest was becoming more and more interesting.

The sky is dusk, fog is surrounded by the sky, and under the outlines of hills on both sides, the lights of five military vehicles cut through the night.

On top of the largest military truck,

The huge coffin, three meters long, was placed vertically on the truck, and the entire coffin was a little decayed, and two cinnabar talismans were pasted on it.

In the darkness, five cars headed towards the edge of the city.

...

At noon the next day, in a noodle shop in the city, Yixu and Hu Ziming looked at each other.

"It's not that I'm talking about you, I'm ready to have a heavy bleeding, why don't you know how to kill a big dog?"

Hu Ziming stared at the young Taoist priest with big eyes, and actually pulled him to eat vegetarian food. He was really a ghost.

He finally came out once and was about to have a big meal, but he actually became a vegetarian.

Is this a bad response to him?

"Don't you be happy if I don't kill you?"

Yixu picked up a chopstick and blew away the heat from it, and said with a smile.

"I……"

Hu Ziming was choked directly by Yi Xu.

Being slaughtered is better than being vegetarian!

"Um?"

The young Taoist priest was stunned for a moment after eating the noodles. A figure with a burly figure in the distance sat in front of the young Taoist priest right.

The robe was covered with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a bald head, with its eyebrows and eyes bulging high.

Looking at him, the young Taoist priest could feel the terrifying blood on his body, like a tiger or a dragon.

Since the decline of the Dharma-Ending Heaven and Earth, the road ahead of immortal cultivation has become narrower and narrower. Later generations have taken a different approach to cultivate yang energy to strengthen themselves, and to cultivate essence and blood to control the law.

In that era when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was not completely exhausted, although there were no people who flew and escaped and lived forever, they had strange people with yang energy and essence and blood to suppress evil spirits.

The bald monk in front of me was obviously a practitioner after the decline of the Dharma-Ending Age.

As if touched by the gaze behind him, Wu Jie turned around.

One Buddha and one Tao, one practices talismans, and one horizontal cultivation of yang energy.

The eyes met, as if a lightning flashed through the void.

A fellow man!

This thought appeared in the minds of both of them in an instant.

The young Taoist priest's eyes lit up. He was also very interested in the method of cultivating yang energy!

As for Wu Jie, he was only depressed now. The promised decline of the Dharma-Ending Age has just ended, and there are still few strange people and strange people in the world!

But what about it?

Within three days, he met many people!

Are you a Dharma-Ending Cultivator?

Me too.

What a coincidence, so do I.

Wujie felt a little numb.

He nodded politely to the young Taoist priest, then turned around and drank the tea in his hand.

He still didn't understand whether Li Pinting should be killed or not, and whether the ghost baby should be kept or not.

But he didn't expect the Taoist priest to pick up the bowl and walk over.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Hu Ziming saw the young Taoist priest get up and said in confusion.

"Find a friend!"

The young Taoist priest patted Hu Ziming on the shoulder and walked towards Wuji.

"Hello, monk."

The young Taoist priest placed the noodle bowl opposite Wu Jie, sat down and said with a smile.

Wujie looked at him angrily. This bull's nose is so mature!

"Sajia is very good, you are so good, bull's nose."

"Uh~"

The young Taoist priest felt like he had met another Hu Ziming, and why did he like to chat to death so much?

At this time, the people in the noodle restaurant focused their attention on one monk and one Taoist. Monks are rare these days, and Taoist priests are rare, let alone the two of them are together.

Is this going to fight?

It's interesting!

"Come on a chat later?"
To be continued...