Guardian Chapter 28: Yin-Yang album is hidden on the temple, exquisite scales show great power

The words are divided into two parts.

A team of fierce things in Yuqian Alley killed all quarters.

The masked poker face under the big locust tree is very busy.

Who are you busy with?

Chen Feng protects No. 5's family members, and is busy claiming rewards under the big locust tree.

Don't care about you, it's a soul, let's leave the Eleventh Lord here, hey, that's the business on the exquisite scale.

Not much to say about the rewards, there are a lot of useful things, such as longevity locks, candied haws, wooden pacifiers, bamboo dragonflies, Gongtai Niwan pills, Trojan horses, ice soul silver needles, Fang Xueyu, crying father and mother...

Most of the evaluations from three to five stars are based on cultivation as a reward. Regardless of whether each cultivation is rewarded in a year or a few months, it can’t stand up much. Chen Feng’s cultivation tonight is that Cengcengcengcengcengcengcengceng, the 200-year cultivation base broke through in an instant, pointing to the direction of the three-hundred years, suddenly rising up.

As far as the cultivation base is concerned, Chen Feng has been in the Soul Surgery Department for more than a month, and he has not received as much tonight.

After calling the soul, Ying Sha became muddled. Chen Feng couldn’t let these hard-working masters just like this. The soul flew away like this, and he collected it into the void shuttle. When he returned to the soul-suppressing division, he threw the soul well. Reincarnation is not.

Chen Fengxunri has only one or two workloads in the Soul Division every day. When did he see such a concentrated soul?

The Yin and Yang book is in hand. Needless to say, the work enthusiasm of the Eleventh Master can definitely award the best employee of the year.

This name is not right, and the soul can be seen to be reduced by the naked eye.

Chen Feng licked his lips and looked towards Kyoto in a certain direction.

That place was filled with grievances and dense ghosts. From Chen Feng's eyes, it was like the sun appearing out of thin air in the night sky, dazzling and striking.

……

The Temple of Sending Children to Niangniang in Kyoto.

A temple wishing woman wrapped in a white handkerchief is reaping her aspirations.

The alley in Yuqian is violent, and there are many frightened people in Kyoto.

This ghost is also it, and God is also it.

The common people don’t know this. Anyway, according to their usual experience, as long as they are given a clean net, everything will be fine.

"This is really a bumper harvest today. A fool is a fool. If you don't come out the whole thing, you won't be able to remember the goodness of Ben Xian'er." A few drops of glittering gold beads.

"It's easy to travel without accident. I only think of making up when something happens. Isn't it human nature to hold the Buddha's foot temporarily?" Miaozhu, a Taoist in sackcloth, look at the dress, the bun is not like a bun, the robe is not like the robe, the hair I squeezed a chopstick and twisted it together, and my hair was dreadlocked and dirty.

This man has a black banner in his hand, and there is no book to ask fortune-telling, and there is no book to do the way for the sky.

The black banners that are too ordinary are no longer ordinary, but brave the black mist to gather their souls there.

"You take a moment to collect it, my soul boy who has finally accumulated has been collected by you, who will I call."

"Hey, look at your little belly and chicken intestines. You have the same virtue as fools. I will not collect it in your temple. I will go to the street to collect the souls who were killed by the soul boy."

The Taoist cursed, stepping across the threshold, and the voice of the temple blessing came from behind, "You can relax, Dashun Dynasty's attitude towards Taoists, you know better than anyone, there is such a big movement tonight, I don't believe that Fu Mo Tang will not go out. Out of people."

"Fu Demon Hall?" The Taoist gritted his teeth when he heard these three words, and said angrily: "You still worry about yourself, this avatar can't be confused again."

Miaozhu's palm trembled, and the net bottle in his hand almost couldn't hold it firmly, "Say it? Get out of it, it's hard."

Miaozhu finished speaking, lowered his waist, busy with the work in his hands, and blinked to see that this temple blessing was really inconspicuous, and it was completely inconspicuous in the crowd.

The eyes are swollen with bags, and her face is gray and yellow with some wrinkles. When she doesn't speak, she looks a bit numb and dull. She is a middle-aged peasant woman who has been eroded by her work.

"The harvest is good, and the harvest is really good." Miao Zhuxu talked, sometimes cracking his mouth and showing a simple expression, completely different when communicating with Taoists.

She murmured, frowned, looked up in the direction of Yuqian Alley, and had several deep forehead lines on her forehead.

"What's the matter? The smelly Taoist received Yuqian Alley? Why did my soul boy suddenly become so few?"

Miaozhu pinched and calculated, how did he get a warning sign of imminent disaster?

I believe your evil... Miao Zhu continued to calculate, and my fingers were almost pinching flowers.

Only hearing a buzzing sound, the whole temple flew up.

There was another boom, the temple...exploded.

At that time, a feather and a black hill appeared out of thin air in the dark night.

Then the temple flew...the temple collapsed...the temple exploded...the temple fell.

What a big irregular stone pit.

Send Zi Niang Niang, the incarnation of temple blessing, is still pinching flowers at his fingertips, abruptly like bungee jumping, losing weight for a while, overweight for a while, oh, it's unclear.

People are inherently dead, either as light as a feather, or as heavy as a mountain.

The reverse is also possible, as light as a feather, and as heavy as lifting a mountain, then...people...inherently die.

It's not that Chen Fengzang shot in the dark.

Actually, he also wondered.

Linglong scale, I didn't call it, so I went to demolish the temple in a hurry?

Yes, I saw it, send it to the Zi Niang Niang Temple, where the ghost infant evil spirit came from, I am not so reckless to go alone to go to the Dragon Lake and Tiger Den, the Demon Slayer Hall, Fu Mo Hall, and Soul Guardian in Kyoto are able to bear people. Quite a lot, I don't want to reveal my identity.

Chen Feng thought to himself, but without stopping, he turned his head and turned.

The movement is so big, it's a place of right and wrong, I can't wait.

Want to ask Linglong weighing scales to show their power?

It's not that the temple is so cheap.

Who is not good for you, count on Chen Feng's head.

It's not that Chen Feng can't be counted, it's that Chen Feng, who has a book of yin and yang, can't be counted.

A Rao Shizi incarnate in a temple wish, just want to see the doorway of the Yin-Yang album?

That's really a lamp in the cesspit.

Chen Feng turned back under the big locust tree, and the excitement of Yuqian Alley was not idle.

The soul-suppressor is busy with the soul.

Chen Feng looked at the movement, and I was afraid that the trip to Kyoto tonight might be a hot water.

Finally, at least knowing that you can hide the soul-suppressing monument by hiding from the sky. The main purpose is to achieve the end, to hide from my Beidou Branch, and to continue to obey is the kingly way.

Chen Feng used his dream into his magic, and added a memory to Cao Qiuchen. It's like that. He was squatting in the corner and shit, and he was stunned by the big rock falling from the big locust tree. Where did the rock come from? ? When a child plays Cuju and puts it on a tree branch, he has to throw a stone up. Anyone who has experience knows that if the Cuju doesn't fall, we don't know. Anyway, a lot of stones have to be placed on it.

Uncle No. 5’s family is a bit troublesome. Qin Shufen was poisoned by the poison of giving off her son and empress, even with the two children.

Furthermore, "Uncle Cao" has shown great power in front of them, and he will show up when he asks in the future.

Dream into the magic machine cannot modify memory, but can create realistic "reality".

Chen Feng added this paragraph to the memory of this family, true and false:

Yao'er was taken away by the son empress, which is no longer the original one, but the son empress sent the little devil into Yaoer's appearance, to harm the whole family, Uncle Cao, as the soul of the town, is easy to deal with. Fierce expediency, Uncle Cao has been investigating that this is not a day or two for giving away children, and tonight is just the right time.

Don’t forget to add it when you’re done. Uncle Cao’s work is confidential. Don’t ask about it. Otherwise, you will lose the life of your old caravan.

After thinking about it, Chen Feng still felt that there was a loophole, so he changed Uncle Cao’s identity to a capable caravan. With Cao Qiuchen’s cold temperament, he would certainly not be stupid to tell the ordinary people to the soul-saving division. As for Qin Shufen, since Qin Shufen said Caravan No. 5, then Cao Qiuchen must have known that only by matching the identity of No. 5 to make him a colleague of the caravan can he meet Cao Qiuchen's IQ, otherwise he would be a Qiuchen.

After completing the details, Chen Feng quietly returned to the Department of Soul Rehabilitation.

This time, without disturbing the two noisy goods on the gate, he returned to Beidouke without any surprises.

I just returned to the Datong shop in the Beidou Branch Tianji group, and the bone pinching technique changed back to its original appearance, and he tiptoed to lift the quilt.

With only one glance, Chen Feng's mouth was almost tilted.

Iron Chen.

The person is gone.