Grandma Ma Yi was named the official of Guanghua Mansion, and Tudi Gong naturally became the "Shisattva God" and helped manage the ghosts.

After a lot of gratitude, he brought hundreds of souls and the Kuteng tribe members into the ghost country.

Since then, Grandma Ma Yi's strength has increased greatly.

At least you will encounter an existence like the Malaria Ghost Jie again and you will no longer be able to fight back. You can fight with it.

Even if you lose, you can still easily escape.

First, it is because after the old man was granted justice, he was recognized by heaven and earth, and the power of the magic he used would increase exponentially;

Secondly, the primitive giants in the Kuteng Tribe are all the top "thugs".

Even if they do not have the "unleashed body" like the unethical cocoon, they are all comparable to the powerful ghost kings blessed by five thousand years of resentment.

Besides, Hua Jiu had a long plan to teach some "basic" Taoist techniques according to their aptitude.

In this way, any existence will have a headache against hundreds of "demon warriors" who are three feet tall and powerful.

Including the priest Lao's spell blessing and the sneak attack on the unethical cocoon...

Haha, even if you are a guy like Wuliang and a little ghost, if you are not careful, the Kuteng Tribe can beat them out!

Seeing that everything was settled, the deaf mother-in-law sighed softly.

"Xiaojiu, Mr. Song... Mr. Song can't come back for the time being?"

Hua Jiu felt guilty when he heard this, and he lowered his head deeply and replied softly.

"Grandpa Shu wants to suppress the bluestone coffin in the Liangzhu underground palace, and for a while... I am afraid I can't get out of here for a while."

The deaf mother-in-law actually knew this was the result, but she couldn't help but ask.

After hearing Hua Jiunan's words, I couldn't help looking into the distance, my eyes full of concern.

"Hey, we have implicated Mr. Song, so that he cannot clean up his practice..."

"Okay, since nothing is wrong, let's not bother the head of the Chang family."

"Let's go home with grandma!"

"Nine, remember to recite the scriptures of praying for blessings nine times every day at the foot of Song Lao, so don't let him feel cold!"

Hua Jiunan nodded deeply: "Grandma, don't worry."

"In the future, I will definitely recite scriptures and pray for Grandpa Shu in the morning and evening."

(Note: The homework here does not refer to doing homework, but Taoism’s practice sooner or later. Reciting scriptures and praying for blessings is not exclusive to Buddhist children, and Taoism also has scriptures and classics.)

Wuxin has always been well-behaved. Seeing that Hua Jiu could not agree, he poked out his little head with the "bird" and said timidly.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Grandma, please rest assured. The little monk... the little monk will accompany his brother to pray to senior tree god."

Since then, except for not being at home, Hua Jiunan and the other two would recite two scriptures of Buddhist teachings for the pine trees in the courtyard every day:

"The True Sutra of the Origin of the Great Xuanling Beidou" and "The Golden Light Sutra". M.

With the continuous blessing of the two major religions of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, the path of practice will be smoother.

This is what is called good fate:

We care about each other and support each other, and we have no desires along the way...

On the other side, a few hours ago:

Manager Liu's old friend, the old donkey whose hair had almost lost all, finally rushed to the bottom of the cliff panting.

His eyes first looked around vigilantly, and then he walked out of the darkness after confirming that there was no danger.

I sniffed my nose and searched carefully for a long time before finally finding the black coffin in the thick snow pile.

After all, it is the last method of saving lives for paper-cut craftsmen: funeral.

Although the black coffin fell from such a high place, it was only a little damaged.

The old donkey screamed a few times, and saw that Manager Liu did not respond at all, the donkey's face was full of worry.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his big butt and ran up the mountain.

After getting back from trouble, I stole a donkey cart from somewhere.

With three arches and two arches, the heavy black coffin was finally arched onto the car.

After resting for a while, I gasped and pulled the donkey cart and rushed straight towards the deaf mother-in-law's house.

Unfortunately, it rained overnight:

As soon as I reached the wilderness halfway, I happened to meet the ghost soldiers patrolling under Huang Chao.

The group of ghost soldiers were stunned when they saw the donkey cart walking alone and pulling the coffin, and then immediately waited for the battle.

"I don't know where the master is coming, but the little devil dares to take a detour!"

"President Huang Chao, my family is dealing with important matters ahead, so you must not disturb me!"

Lao Lu has been with Manager Liu for most of his life, and of course he knows the grudge between his master and Huang Chao.

Hearing this, he was so scared that he almost "lost his hoof" and knelt directly on the ground.

I thought to myself: I just left the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's nest again. Isn't this unlucky?

He immediately nodded and bowed to the ghost soldier, indicating that he understood. His polite appearance was quite like the style of our Mr. Chang Ba.

Then he shook his big butt and turned around and left.

At this critical moment, Huang Chao's cold voice sounded.

"Since old friends meet, why come and go in a hurry!"
Chapter completed!