Chapter 1892

The big mouse swallowed his inner alchemy and began to practice by learning his method. Every day, he still lay in his coffin and completely regarded his tomb as a rat's nest.

After the man's soul fled, three souls floated and seven souls wandered all over the world. He needed to find someone similar to him to give up in order to carry out his revenge plan, but he was also a man of cultivation. He had firm perseverance and was not easy to be possessed.

Fortunately, he is a practitioner with strong spiritual power, so he has not become a lonely ghost until now, but after all, the time is too long, and some of his memories begin to degenerate. It was not easy to find a Taoist attached to the body until later, but he forgot that the person who can be attached to the body by him must be no better. After all, his spiritual power has been greatly attenuated over the past few hundred years.

Unfortunately, the Taoist who was possessed by him was weak. He died not long after he was possessed. The unlucky Taoist priest was buried in a thin skin coffin. Soon after he was buried, his strong obsession came into play and climbed out of the grave that night. He wanted to find his own burial place, but he couldn't remember, so he had to hide during the day and look for it at night.

As luck would have it, he happened to meet the tomb robbers. Tomb robbers drill underground holes all year round, and they have the air of earth Yin. This lame Taoist feels very suitable. He found his own tomb all the way. When he saw the familiar things such as earthen pots, he suddenly remembered his previous life and realized that he was attached to the dead. It was impossible to attach to the dead again.

This is not fumanduo instant noodles. One mouthful of fumanduo instant noodles is more blessed and two mouthfuls of fumanduo instant noodles are more satisfied. This is his last chance. Only after thinking about this can he bleed to death. But after all, he practiced inner alchemy and true fire before he died. The energy of his soul burst in an instant is still amazing, even if he burned the body into a pile of ashes.

Ordinary people's obsession makes the soul turn into a fierce ghost, let alone a person who practices internal alchemy. The flame incinerates all the items in the tomb into mud. The big mouse came back a few months later and continued to practice in the tomb, not because the mouse was nostalgic, but because this is the treasure cave with excellent Feng Shui that the tomb owner sought before his death. Otherwise, it is impossible for him to cultivate into a corpse fairy.

But the big mouse didn't expect that the tomb burned by the man's last ghost fire was no longer the geomantic treasure land before. When the rats practiced the Yin pill in the tomb, they were virtually eroded by the particles inside, and the ghosts attached to the Yin pill were gradually stripped away, and became smaller and smaller.

The mouse seemed to have been exposed to nuclear radiation. Its gray hair began to fall off and finally became a bald and thin mouse. Finally, he didn't succeed in cultivation, but died in the grave.

After listening to Lao pan tou's story, Fang Qi wondered, "do you see me reading less and fool me again. That mouse will stay like this. Since it has cultivated Yin pills, it will still die in this broken tomb. Is its skull squeezed by the door or is it out of its mind? It doesn't matter to make up a story. Do you make it up? "

Lao pan didn't speak, but Zhang San said, "I believe it! You must not think that animals who have become immortals will be like people, or even smarter than people. They don't exist. It is also an animal after cultivation. When it dies, it has to follow the animal way. Man is the spirit of all things. I'm afraid you've also heard about the weasel wearing a hat to make people immortal. You say if it's smart, why should people seal it? Just turn itself into a person. "

Lao pan took another sip of wine: "I'm off the subject. In fact, my grandfather told me the story I told you. I don't know whether it's true or false, but after that, my grandfather didn't go to the grave. It was my uncles and uncles who drilled underground holes. And I had to ask someone to see it before stealing the tomb. Later, I was asked to learn Feng Shui to fix the tomb. I'm afraid there's no way to refine the soul fixing pill you said. Since the lame Taoist said that ghost crying is one of the medicines to refine the soul fixing pill, it's so hard to find, let alone other medicines. "

After listening to the analysis results of the women, Fang Qi thought it was possible to match the prescription, but he didn't think that ghost crying was not a ghost's tears at all, but the Yin pill refined by the immortal family. As for why ghost crying is called, no one can understand.

Fang Qi's words were withered and lost his spirit, but the practitioner's scattered soul wandered in the world, which is really very similar to the old ghost. We have to think about whether there is any way. As long as the old ghost is not scared, there must be a way to save him.

Lao pan asked Fang Qi, "who are you looking for the prescription of this pill to save?" Fang Qi sighed: "one of my ghost friends, his experience is very similar to that lame Taoist your grandfather met. He is also a ghost who has practiced for thousands of years, but he caught himself in order to save my life. If I don't save him, I'll feel bad. "

Zhang Sanwen was moved: "doctor Fang, it's really admirable that you go through fire and water for your friends. But this pill is actually a god pill against heaven. It's not easy for you to find it. "

Lao pan filled Fang Qi with wine: "don't worry, wine goes into sadness and fetters yourself. When you do things, you are as magnanimous as a mainstay. Don't stick to details. Come on, drink! Oh, by the way, where's my money? " Fang Qi scolded "shit!" Take out your cell phone and transfer it to him for $6 million.

Several people were drinking happily. Suddenly, they heard the sound of sudden braking outside, and then a burst of messy footsteps came this way. None of them moved or looked out. The dozen people opened the warm curtain and came in, blocking the house for a moment.

The leading young man looked at the only three guests in the hotel, stepped forward and knocked his baseball bat on the table: "you three, come with us!" Lao Pan's head was about to stand up, and Fang Qi stepped on him below.

Zhang San slowly stood up and walked out. He looked so strange that he had been wearing a hooded black robe. He hadn't taken off his hat since he entered the hotel. For a while, I still walked out with my head down.

The dozen or so people all had stainless steel baseball bats in their hands. It was as cool as it was to hit people with this thing. When Zhang San went out, those people didn't intend to get out of the way at all. You push me, it's like fun. Pushing and shoving, three pulling and two pulling pulled his hat off, and immediately scared those people aside.

Zhang San took the opportunity to walk from the inside to the outside in front of the car they were driving. He punched and broke the front windshield. The gang immediately shouted, "lying in the slot, dare to smash our car. Don't you want to die, beat him!" Hula Lala all ran out.