Chapter 286
The speaker's voice was loud and clear, as if it passed through the crowd in front of him and reached the two people sitting in the crude teahouse.
A few moments.
The strangers in the teahouse disappeared, either being dispersed or paying their bills and leaving.
The remaining people at the tables all looked at Juefa and the red-haired Taoist.
Not sure when they came, but they came quickly and quietly.
Tu Shanjun put on a smile and didn't pay attention to them.
It's just the mirage's magic, there's nothing surprising about it. However, these demons and ghosts who arrived are indeed good players. The weakest ones are in the late stage of Qi training, and the strongest mirages are in the late stage of foundation building.
He actually saw an acquaintance here. He immediately raised his glass and said, "Why don't you come over and have a drink together?"
"good!"
After receiving Tu Shanjun's invitation, the man came over calmly, moved a stool and sat down, turning over the tea bowl.
Crash.
The rich spiritual wine is poured into the bowl.
The man picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp: "Good wine!"
Putting down the tea bowl in his hand, the look in his eyes became brighter.
Jue Fa is convinced by Tu Shanjun. No matter who he is, as long as he can say a few words, he will definitely drink first, and even treat others to a drink.
"I wonder why Malu Donor came?"
Malu put down his tea bowl and said, "On the way, I want to make friends with the master and the Taoist priest."
"Amitabha."
"Does Master have any prejudice against demons?"
Juefa said: "The young monk does not."
Ask a monk how he views life, and he will definitely be able to tell you many great truths. But for a monk to sit down and drink tea at the same table with demons, it is enough to show that he does not have any prejudice.
Tu Shanjun laughed: "I'll treat you to the wine today."
"Taoist Master rarely invites others to drink?"
"That's right, if you don't pay the price, you can't drink. Maybe it's to see me off, and some to remind me. In fact, it's more likely that others invite me to drink." Tu Shanjun did not continue, because if someone asks for something from him, he must do what he wants.
I heard that the red-haired Taoist priest is a person who likes to drink, so everyone in this world, whether they are humans or monsters, want to send a jar.
Sometimes even Tushanjun is surprised that they don't want to find a monk who doesn't take any money, but they insist on finding him, a Taoist who looks very evil and like a demon. I don't know what kind of mentality they have.
The conversation on one side was joyful, but the other side looked gloomy.
The ghost couldn't help but sarcastically said: "When death is imminent, I think it's not a bad idea to send yourself off."
The folding fan young man waved his fan, stared at the red-haired Taoist, and then lowered his voice: "Old Yan, what do you think this time?"
There was a curl of green smoke, ghost figures floating in the smoke, and there seemed to be shouts and roars.
Just when he was about to make a move, he was suddenly pushed back into the pipe bowl by a rough thumb.
He took a breath of cold air.
The scarlet tobacco pipe was like an open fire lit in a dry pasture. As it swayed, the starlight expanded rapidly.
Yan Lao's gloomy eyes flashed with light: "It's true."
"Is it true?" The young man stopped talking.
The one last time was also real, and he severely manipulated them. This time, this one is still real. If it happens again, it will definitely create a psychological shadow on him.
Which one is true and which one is false?
Or maybe both are true, or maybe both are false.
It's a pity that they can't tell the difference.
The big leader shouted sharply: "Ma Lu, why don't you come back? Who are they? Who are you? Please show your identity."
He couldn't see the red-haired Taoist's heels, but the monk was real.
At least it was much more real than the dummy he attacked last time.
And the most important thing is that the monk's cultivation is in the late stage of foundation building.
A monk's cultivation is like changing three times a day.
No matter how talented you are, your cultivation level cannot change so much in a short period of time. This can no longer be described as a sudden improvement.
What annoyed him even more was Malu's actions.
The monks and Taoists were the enemies of Daheishan. They often destroyed temples and gates, causing serious losses to Daheishan and making the Ghost King furious.
Such people are already incompetent if they don't fight with each other the first time they meet. How can they drink with each other and even call each other brothers?
Normally, they didn't care much about Malu keeping to himself, but now it seems that there are indeed no rules. When the three generals and five ghosts arrive, they will definitely kill Malu together with them.
The badger demon wiped his mouth and stood up: "Regardless of whether he is real or not, the fight last time was not successful. Let me meet you today."
"slow."
The big leader grabbed the badger demon who was about to leave and said in a deep voice: "Wait a moment."
Who are you waiting for?
Of course, we are waiting for support.
We already suffered a big loss last time, and it would be bad if we act rashly again.
The demons and ghosts at the tables stopped moving, and Ma Lu looked solemn: "What they are waiting for is the strong hand under the Ghost King of Dahei Mountain. Three generals, five ghosts, a total of eight demons and evil spirits. Even the monks in the fake elixir realm can attack with the five ghosts." Live in a fight."
"Each of the three generals possesses the strength of the late stage of foundation building, and they are not to be underestimated."
"Taoist priest and master should leave as soon as possible."
The sound is not loud, but very clear.
For a monk, speaking so close can be heard clearly no matter how low you are.
Although the big leader was not sarcastic, his proud and satisfied look was enough to show his confidence in those who came to support him.
With those eight demons and the prince of Gaoping Mansion, even if these two monks and Taoists had extraordinary abilities, they would still die here.
Even if Master Jindan comes here, he may not be able to escape.
Although Ma Lu was admonishing the two monks and Taoists, he still knew how terrifying the three generals and five ghosts were. Even if Malu faced the two monks and Taoists, he had to explain how powerful they were.
"Amitabha, is he really that powerful?" Juefa looked curious and looked at Tushanjun who was drinking at the side while speaking.
The red-haired Taoist glanced at it and had an idea in his mind.
The original body is placed in the soul flag, and what was left behind last time was just a clone of the Yin God. But the impression left on the monsters last time was definitely profound. Otherwise, they would not be so frightened and panicked, and even many monsters would not dare to Look up.
However, after hearing the arrival of the three generals and five ghosts, they were suddenly full of confidence and no longer looked like the timid and fearful people they had just been.
It was like suddenly having a backbone.
In the world of spiritual practice, no matter what the truth is, strength must speak for itself after all. The attitude of these monsters and evil ghosts has already shown the strength of those monsters and ghosts.
"Aren't you afraid, Taoist Master?"
Tu Shanjun did not speak, with a slight smile on his lips, he picked up the tea bowl and drank quietly.
If it were in the past, Tushanjun would have warned Juefa to avoid it in advance.
It's really not a shameful thing to run away if you can't fight. The world of spiritual practice is changing rapidly, and surviving is sometimes much more difficult than winning a battle.
"It's too late."
"Why is it too late?" Malu asked strangely.
He was obviously asking something else, why did the red-haired Taoist tell him that it was too late.
"He's right."
"Even if he was scared, it was too late."
When he heard the sound, Malu's expression changed and he couldn't help but look outside the door of the rough tavern.
Outside the house is the dark sky at dusk.
There are far fewer people on the street.
But what he paid attention to was not the other strangers, but the four shadows of different heights and fatness at the door, blocking the light and lengthening the shadows on the ground.
The shadows on the ground intertwined and danced like evil spirits with teeth and claws, ferocious and terrifying.
The one who spoke was the short imp with a hat, his face was gray and he looked like an old rag doll.
The tall and thin ghost, as tall as flax and straw, spoke. His voice was as high as his height and sharp, like a thorny crop: "We five ghosts have never been able to escape anyone we want to kill. Even if you are afraid, it is useless.”
"Taoist priests seem to be ghosts too." The ghost, who was a human-sized ghost, looked at him with scarlet eyes, like a knife. Those who didn't know it thought he could cut off flesh with his eyes.
The fat ghost hummed: "It's better to be a ghost, and the ghost is chewy."
"Hey, I didn't say there were five ghosts, why are there only four?"
The Taoist's words immediately stopped them.
Slender Gaogao said: "It's enough to kill you two."
"That's right."
Despite their sarcastic words, they seemed to have no intention of taking action.
The five ghosts are inseparable. Once separated, their strength will be greatly reduced. As for where the fifth ghost has gone, only the remaining four ghosts know.
The big leader was already looking happy, but when he saw that only the four ghosts appeared, he knew that it was still the same thing.
He couldn't help but grit his teeth and said angrily: "You really deserve to die!"
"Aren't you brothers afraid of missing something big? The Ghost King will definitely not forgive you then."
Among the five ghosts, there is a pervert who always wants to break into several houses first to harm the girl. If he is not satisfied, he may not come over.
It's easy to control in Daheishan, but once it escapes, it will be like a wild horse running free.
As a big leader, he can't control it at all.
The tall and thin man sneered, glanced at the demons and ghosts sitting around several tables, and said: "Big boss, we five ghosts are not your subordinates. Your subordinates have already shrunk in fear."
"Don't even think about relying on the Ghost King to suppress our brothers."
The round ghost grabbed the little demon beside the table and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Big boss, help..." the little demon shouted in panic, but before he could finish his cry for help, his head was bitten off by the round ghost, and even his original body was stuffed into his mouth by the round ghost. Swallow it.
The mirage leader's face twitched, he slapped his palm on the table and shouted angrily: "Five ghosts, don't go too far."
Badger stood up, bared his fangs, and stared at the round ghost.
Not only the badger, but also the ghost he couldn't deal with had the same enemy. The smoker and the young man also had a bad look.
Even if I don't deal with it anymore, I can't tolerate it when I encounter this.
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"It's not like that, but you guys started fighting just to make others laugh."
"What does it look like!"
A cold voice sounded, and a green-faced man wearing a complex civil and military robe walked into the tea shop.
What originally looked like a small tea shop now looks extremely crowded.
The demons and ghosts are still restrained, but if they reveal their true colors, the surrounding high walls will probably collapse.