Chapter 117: Knock on the Door

The door of one of the three wooden houses in the middle of Zhenguisi's cemetery was slowly pushed open, and then an old man walked out.

"Ahem, that old Niubi dares to play with these frivolous intestines with me!"

"Fortunately, I have been focusing most of my attention on the cemetery these days, otherwise I would have been fooled!"

Mr. Zheng, who was full of old-fashioned aura, was obviously really angry this time.

Last time, he brought out a lot of things to stop that old Niubi from making random decisions, but the other party actually dared to go against his promise and secretly passed his talismans to Lin Feng!

"Ahem, this body is becoming more and more useless!"

After walking out of the wooden house, Mr. Zheng coughed twice, and then there was a road full of rancid black mud at his feet that slowly extended outside the cemetery.

He didn't feel anything until he left the cemetery to guard the Silver Medal Divine Catcher. In fact, the only person who knew of his existence in Luohe City except Li Yanbing was the old Taoist priest.

Luohe City is located near the north of the city, and there is a newly built Taoist temple here.

Although it is said to be newly built, this Taoist temple actually looks inexplicably aged. The walls of the Taoist temple are covered with dried old vines.

The old Taoist priest in the Taoist temple was currently teaching a dozen Taoist boys around him to write and draw talismans. These Taoist boys were all clever children specially found for him by the Zhengui Si.

"This talisman is divided into three parts: the talisman head, the talisman gall, and the talisman foot. The talismans painted by Xuande Mountain are all passed down from three Taoist masters, namely Taoist Master Xuantian, Taoist Luo Tian, ​​and Taoist Qingxu."

"Different talismans can borrow part of the power of different Taoist masters. Hey, for example, as a teacher, you can use the talismans to summon the hand of Taoist Xuantian to suppress many evils!"

The old Taoist priest was obviously very proud when he said this, and he stroked his beard with his hand quite proudly.

But at this moment, the Taoist boys who were listening to him attentively suddenly widened their eyes.

"What a great old man! You just went back on your word, but you're still here teaching your disciples like it's nothing!"

I don't know when Mr. Zheng walked through the Taoist temple wall and appeared behind him.

And he also had a stick that came from nowhere and hit the old Taoist priest directly on the head.

"Dang~"

But at this moment, a mahogany sword flew over and directly blocked Mr. Zheng's blow.

"Old ghost Zheng? Why are you so crazy here, old guy?"

The old Taoist priest took the opportunity to take a step back and looked at the angry old Zheng with a blank expression on his face. He couldn't figure out whether the old guy had taken the wrong medicine or something.

"Hey, you old cow nose, you still dare to pretend to be with me, come on, I won't give you the last night's meal until you get rid of it!"

Seeing the old Taoist priest's clueless expression, Mr. Zheng became even more angry. He raised the stick in his hand and hit him again.

"Old Ghost Zheng, don't hit your face with your nose!"

The old Taoist priest grabbed the peach wood sword and dodged it, then pointed at Mr. Zheng in a somewhat embarrassed manner and said.

"You said I kicked my nose in my face?"

"Hehe, you old cow nose took my things, but in the end you still tried to trick my successor, you are simply bullying me!"

When the old Taoist priest said this, Mr. Zheng immediately became angry and laughed. Black mud tombs began to appear around him. It was obvious that he wanted to take action now!

"Old Ghost Zheng, are you serious about this old thing?!"

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest quickly threw out several talismans and posted them around the courtyard wall. At the same time, he once again threw a dozen beans at the Taoist boys who were stunned.

These beans fell to the ground and turned into human forms instantly, and then quickly backed away with these Taoist boys in their arms.

"Why did I have the idea of ​​​​being your heir? I have never been even half a step near your cemetery recently!"

The old Taoist priest couldn't help but retreat when he saw the black mud on the ground spreading towards him, and immediately shouted to Mr. Zheng.

"Bah! There's not even a single word of truth in your mouth, you old cow nose!"

"I've already seen your broken talisman book that looks like a dog peeing on you!"

But it was obvious that his words were not of much use, but made Mr. Zheng even angrier.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Old Ghost Zheng, could it be that the successor you are looking for is the disciple of the Monkey King?"

However, what Mr. Zheng said sounded different to the ears of the old Taoist priest. He had just handed over his talisman book to the Monkey King a few days ago, but now it appeared in the hands of others. Obviously, there was a connection. .

There is only one possibility for this kind of thing, and that is what Zhensi once told him, that there is a person in the cemetery who is the disciple of the Great Sage Qitian.

This makes sense. After all, the Monkey King is already a semi-saint, and his talismans are of no use.

But it would be reasonable if the other party wanted to pass it on to his apprentice.

But he never thought that the disciple of the Monkey King and the successor mentioned by Zheng Laogui were actually the same person!

"What the hell?"

Mr. Zheng, who was originally full of anger, stopped immediately, and then the tombs gradually disappeared around him.

"Hiss~ That boy did say that a kind person taught him. Is this really the case?"

Then he thought about what happened to Lin Feng. He seemed to be just an ordinary boy at first, but in the end he was able to live a prosperous life in the cemetery.

This kind of thing itself is unusual. If there is an expert behind it, then everything will make sense.

Otherwise, how should we explain that this boy can break stones, do carpentry, and even learn to make incense and draw talismans?

The "good Samaritan" that boy talked about must be the Monkey King...

"You old guy, don't you know that the Great Sage Qitian has an apprentice who is practicing in the cemetery, and the Suppressant had previously sent someone to make friends with him!"

Seeing that he had stopped, the old Taoist priest also put down the peach wood sword in his hand. Since he had met the Monkey King twice before, and the opponent even suppressed the disaster, the old Taoist priest was quite clear about the situation related to him.

Anyway, after he went to Zhensi Si and asked about it, he understood that such a person would regard Xinglong Ridge as a dojo, so he would definitely establish a sect and recruit disciples.

If the opponent's qualifications are really that good, if he can be favored by Old Ghost Zheng, he will naturally be favored by the Monkey King.

"..."

Mr. Zheng remembered something when he heard what he said, but he still thought that Zhensi sent people to get close to him?

"Haha, I'm afraid I'm sleepy."

Then a slightly embarrassed expression appeared on Mr. Zheng's face, and he also felt a little melancholy in his heart. He didn't have the ability to compete with that half-step saint for his apprentice.

"Huh, after all, you can't leave the cemetery for a long time. I understand that you are sleepy, but you come to the door indiscriminately and shout to kill..."

After seeing him realize this, the old Taoist priest instantly became energetic. It's hard to explain why he shouldn't be beaten!

"You old cow nose has the nerve to say, who asked you to hand over that broken talisman to others!?"

But the next moment, Mr. Zheng's expression changed and he refused to admit it. He was already melancholy and didn't care about these things.

Now there is no hope for the successor. He is not afraid of being ripped off by this old Taoist priest!

The two guys, both in their seventies and eighties, fought back and forth in the Taoist temple like two children, and finally ended with Mr. Zheng leaving angrily.

"Oh, you, you, why bother? Is it really worth it to stay in that shabby cemetery for the rest of your life?"

"Even if someone doesn't worship under the sect of the Great Sage Qitian, how can they really be willing to spend their lives in a cemetery?"

Looking at the direction where Mr. Zheng disappeared, the old Taoist sighed quite lonelyly. He had spent his whole life burying corpses and guarding the tombs of others.

At most, he can only rely on some means to experience a normal life by clinging to the lonely old people in the cemetery.

In this way, the time he could wake up every day was very limited, and most of the time he was in a state of confusion.