After laughing for more than half a minute, Zhang Guizi's face suddenly became cold again.
He stared at me and Master Jiang with a cold gaze and asked solemnly, "Do you think I really need money?"
Master Jiang and I didn’t know what to say.
It is true that they have food and shelter, and they are indeed not short of money.
For a moment, Master Jiang and I didn't know what to do. Did we mean that this trip was in vain
I was unwilling and begged earnestly.
"Master Zhang, don't we Taoists always say that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda? Please help us. We only need one female black-bearded fruit to save the person. We don't want more than that. If you help us, you are saving people and doing good deeds!"
But the lame man disagreed.
He said, "Boy, you know nothing. I am no longer a Taoist priest. I have been removed from the Taoist priest list in the underworld. What use is there for my good deeds?"
"I advise you to leave here quickly. I have a bad temper. If you make me angry later, I will kill you all and turn you into blood corpses."
Zhang Guizi's voice was light, but it sounded extremely shocking to me.
I don't think his words are meant to scare us.
I could see his ferocity from his hawk-like eyes.
"this... ... "
I was very conflicted. After all, Zhang Quezi's men had been found, and the only thing missing was the black-bearded fruit. If I couldn't get the black-bearded fruit, then Yan Huanhuan would probably die from the loss of Yin Yuan.
Master Jiang tried the color on me and asked me to be more obedient.
He then bowed to Zhang the Lame in front of him and said slowly, "Well, since Master Zhang is unwilling to help, we will leave first."
Zhang Quezi waved his hand at us unhappily and said quickly, "Let's go, this is not a place for young people like you to come."
Then Master Jiang pulled me and turned to leave.
But just as we reached the stairs to the underground space, we suddenly heard a dog barking outside the bamboo house.
“Woof woof woof…”
The barking of dogs was deafening.
While Master Jiang and I were still wondering what was going on, the man with the crew cut followed Zhang Quezi and walked quickly towards the stairs.
I thought Zhang Guizi had decided to help me.
But Zhang Quezi ignored me and Master Jiang and went up the stairs with the man with the crew cut.
Zhang Cuzi's figure quickly disappeared above the stairs.
The crew-haired man said in a cold voice, "You two should hurry up and come up, otherwise don't blame us if you are bitten to death by the zombies inside."
Master Jiang and I didn’t dare to stay, so we went up the stairs in shame.
When we came out of the bamboo house, I was surprised to find that two people appeared in the open space outside the bamboo house.
The two men, one was an old man with wrinkles all over his face and a protruding forehead, and he looked to be in his seventies or eighties.
The other one was a woman in a black tights. Her face was as cold as ice.
"It's her!"
I recognized the woman.
"Why, do you know those two people?"
Master Jiang asked me.
I shook my head and said, "I don't know that old man! I just met that cold-looking woman in black tights once. I think her name was Luo Siwei."
Afterwards, I told Master Jiang about my entanglement with the cold-faced woman.
When Master Jiang heard that the cold-faced woman was ruthless and had no humanity in dealing with ghosts, he also seemed very angry.
The old man who came to the bamboo forest to find Zhang Quezi obviously had a conflict with Zhang Quezi.
When the old man saw Zhang Que coming out, he laughed and said, "Zhang Que, I haven't seen you for more than 20 years, and you're still the same. One of your legs was broken, and it's not fully healed yet, right?!"
Zhang Quezi frowned and laughed for a while, then his face suddenly turned cold and he said, "Old Leng, I am still the same, but you look like you have age spots all over your face. I'm afraid you won't live long!"
The two people were so hostile to each other and made sarcastic remarks to each other.
The cold-faced woman opposite, Rose Wei, has already noticed me.
However, there was some surprise in her eyes at first, but then it turned into contempt, giving people a feeling of superiority.
Feel.
I thought to myself, you little bitch, go ahead and show off, but one day I’m going to let you know that I’m not someone you can easily mess with.
But the man with a crew cut, Niu Dalong, walked up to the cold-faced woman with a smile on his face.
He went forward to talk.
"Miss Luo, we haven't seen each other for more than 20 years. You are getting more and more beautiful..."
The buzz cut guy's words are so disgusting! His voice sounds very gentle, as if he is talking to his girlfriend. This may be a sign of sexual desire.
But Rosewei obviously didn't buy it.
She glanced coldly at the buzz cut man, snorted, and said sarcastically: "It's true that I haven't seen you for more than 20 years. Brother Niu is still the same. He smells like a corpse. It's simply unbearable."
What I didn’t expect was that the guy with the crew cut was not angry.
He still smiled and said, "Miss Luo, why do you have to be so sarcastic? You should know that I slept in the same bed with you back then. I also touched your little hand! Hehe!"
Speaking of this, a smile appeared on Niu Dalong's face.
The implied meaning of his words is: I slept with you in the past, so what are you so proud of
When the cold-faced woman, Rose Wei, heard this, she immediately became angry.
She raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "Niu Dalong, stop standing there and talking nonsense. Who has ever slept in the same bed with you? I was still young back then. If you dare to sleep in the same bed with me now, I will definitely make sure you have no children or grandchildren."
Luo Siwei's words were really vicious. I felt a chill in my crotch when I heard them.
Niu Dalong stood aside in boredom.
At this time, the lame Zhang and the old man named Leng Feng had already separated angrily.
Both of them had cold expressions and were breathing heavily, like two toads that were angry and had their air sacs inflated.
"Okay, Zhang the Lame, I didn't come here to quarrel with you today. We have a 20-year agreement, and today I am here to fulfill it!"
Leng Feng raised his neck and said arrogantly.
It turns out that Zhang Guizi and Leng Feng had fought each other before, but their skills were equally matched. However, both of them were very proud.
It was a life-and-death fight. In the end, neither of them could tell who was the winner.
At that time they made an agreement that twenty years later, they would let their respective disciples compete with each other to determine who was stronger, Zhang Guizi or Leng Feng.
The person who loses the agreement has to kowtow three times to the other party and call him "Dear Grandpa" three times.
Because of this, Zhang Quezi and Leng Feng have not seen each other for more than twenty years.
But later on, Zhang Quezi became a corpse raiser. He enjoyed it, and had been studying how to raise corpses for many years. His goal was to find a way to bring people back to life through raising corpses.
Of course, more than 20 years have passed and there is still no result.
Because he was always immersed in the research of corpse raising, Zhang Cuzi didn't pay any attention to the training of his disciple Niu Dalong.
In addition, after Zhang Quezi was driven away from the Taoist profession, he was already tired of catching ghosts and exorcising monsters. So after so many years, he basically did not teach Niu Dalong how to catch ghosts, but taught Niu Dalong more how to refine and control corpses.
After being kicked out of the Taoist profession, Zhang Quezi thought that his agreement with Leng Feng was over. But 20 years later, Leng Feng actually brought the girl from that year and said that he would fulfill the original agreement.
Zhang Quezi's face showed anger. He said to Leng Feng unhappily, "Old Ghost Leng, I have left the Taoist profession now. I think there is no need for us to let our disciples compete with us, right?"
"You may not know that I have been focusing on raising corpses these years, and I have never taught my apprentice Niu Dalong any powerful ghost catching skills."
Leng Feng on the opposite side smiled coldly and didn't take it seriously.
He laughed and said, "So, you admit that your disciple is not as good as my disciple? Then can I understand that you have voluntarily admitted defeat? If you voluntarily admit defeat, hehe... Zhang Quezi, as long as you call me 'dear grandpa' three times, our agreement will be written off!"
"How about it? This is considered that I, Leng Feng, am being polite to you! After all, we are old acquaintances."
After hearing Leng Feng's words, Zhang Quezi
Ha laughed.
The laughter sounded like a ghost, making people feel creepy.
But soon Zhang Quezi stopped talking and cursed: "Old ghost Leng, stop stammering when you speak. I'm afraid of you. Didn't you look in the mirror when you went out? You look so ugly, and I'm afraid of you. You're just talking nonsense!"
"Zhang Quezi, what did you say? My disciples are better than yours. If you are not satisfied, let them compete. I don't believe your disciples can beat mine. If you don't dare to compete, then kneel down on the ground and kowtow three times, call me grandpa three times, and I will leave immediately."
At this point, Leng Feng raised the corner of his mouth and said solemnly: "Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude. I will make a mess of your place and make you raise corpses!"
"you!... ... "
Zhang the Cripple was so angry that he was fuming.
He looked as if he wanted to swallow Leng Feng whole.
"Hey, what's wrong? You are speechless, right? Let me tell you, Zhang Quezi, I have been waiting for this day for twenty years. Today I will make you lose face and let you know that you, Zhang Quezi, are no match for me, Leng Feng. There is still a huge gap between us!"
However, what Leng Feng did not expect was that he also had no idea what Zhang Quezi on the opposite side was thinking.
He actually laughed wildly and said loudly: "Old Ghost Leng, since today's matter has come to this, then I, Zhang, will naturally not be afraid of you. It's just a competition between disciples. Okay, I agree!"
Zhang Quezi agreed, but the crew-cut man Niu Dalong standing next to him had a look of anxiety and uneasiness on his face.
Niu Dalong grinned and whispered to Zhang Quezi, "Master, this is not good. I know nothing about catching ghosts. If I compete with Luo Siwei, I will definitely lose. I have been following you for many years to learn how to raise corpses and control corpses. As for Taoist magic, I am really not good at it..."
Before Niu Dalong could finish his words, Zhang Quezi shouted angrily, "Shut up!"
Leng Feng stood there opposite, arms crossed, looking like he was watching a joke.
(to be continued)
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