Chapter 111 What a sad way to die
The Second Senior Sister rolled her eyes at him. "Ning'an Temple is a thousand-year-old temple. Is it strange to have a martial monk there? And didn't you just want to touch his abs? Do you think Bufang is just a fitness enthusiast? All he does every day besides chanting, meditating, and doing deadlifts?"
Qin Qinsen was satisfied. Although the Xuanmen sect was in decline, it was still not without good talents.
Just when I was sighing with admiration at the wise men of the Ning'an Temple and the successors of the Xuanmen sect, I heard a splash and Bu Fang, who had just completed the physical salvation, fell into the water.
He might as well have been doing a deadlift.
Instructing Ma Liu to pull the non-swimmer out of the lake, Qin Qinsen could barely hold back the smile on his face. He could only clear his throat and said, "Ahem, Qiu Shui, go ahead."
The second senior sister, who was originally eager to try, calmed down instantly when she saw Bufang being rescued by the ghost like a dead dog.
Gripping the peach wood sword tightly in his hand, Qiu Shui walked forward, his mind repeatedly recalling the knowledge points he had learned. When he reached the lake, amid the cheers of the third brother, Qiu Shui took a deep breath.
She was a woman, and her inherent yin energy was strong, which just suited the desires of the ghosts at the bottom of the lake. Before she could make a move, they all emerged.
The third brother, who had never seen a ghost before, opened his eyes wide and said, "So many..."
"A lot?" Qin Qinsen's expression was extremely kind. "Only six. Including the ones Bufang physically saved just now, there are only ten. There should be more at the bottom of the lake, enough for you to share. I calculated the number when I saved the souls before. If it's still not enough, let Ma Liu go to the lake to pretend to be one."
"No, Master!" Ma Liu once again acted as a folding screen, "I am willing to be an ox or a horse, follow the Master to atone for my sins, and never do bad things again. If I break this oath - Ouch!"
Meeting the strange gaze, Qin Qinsen brushed off the non-existent dust on his hands and said nonchalantly, "Learn this. The only thing more powerful than a magic attack is interrupting their magic attack. What if you make him swear an oath? I was catching a ghost when a folding screen suddenly appeared. Should I fight him or the ghost?"
Moreover, the Malibu is talkative and ugly, so having it around really damages your professional image.
As he spoke, Qiu Shui's peach wood sword had already killed three ghosts in a row, taking care of half of the ghosts.
In his left hand was a talisman, in his right a sword, and the inscriptions on his sneakers shone faintly. Qiu Shui's movements were agile yet graceful, even managing to create a sword flower.
The yellow talisman was pasted on the dead ghost, completely immobilizing it. Behind Qiu Shui came the sounds of admiration and slow applause.
"Good, come back." Qin Qinsen nodded at the third brother, "What's your name?"
The third brother was speechless. No wonder Yang Chong went from admiration to disgust for this man. He really couldn't blame him.
"Hua Meng."
"Okay Hua, go ahead, it's all yours."
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Qiu Shui gave his junior brother an encouraging look. He looked at Qin Qinsen's satisfied and encouraging smile and said happily, "Master Qin."
"Not bad, you have brains."
The relatively brainless one was still sneezing and twisting his monk's robe.
"Do everything within your ability and leave a way out for yourself. Why do you try to float on the water when you know you can't swim?" Qin Qinsen glared at him. Fortunately, he was not his disciple, otherwise he would be so worried that his hair would fall out.
While educating people, the sound of reading aloud came from the lakeside.
“…People know the divinity of the gods, but they do not know why the non-gods are divinities. The sun and the moon have their numbers, their sizes are fixed…”
Everyone:?
Su Yuande, who was worried about his stupid underage disciple, happened to walk over and heard Hua Meng reciting the Yin Fu Jing loudly. He immediately covered his face with his hands and turned away.
Qin Qinsen: "Don't go, your apprentice."
Su Yuande: "I can't afford it."
The scene was a little weird for a moment. The lake was extremely quiet, with only Hua Meng's voice floating in the air.
Master Fahui and Su Yuande were both grateful for Qin Qinsen's generosity in providing his disciples with a place to practice. Su Yuande was especially grateful. He was fine. When he was young, he liked to set up stalls under overpasses, which gave him a lot of experience.
But his disciples were either abandoned babies or born with the ability to see ghosts, sent here by desperate parents as a last resort. Furthermore, since it was a small, unknown Taoist temple, the opportunities to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits were naturally not as many as Ning Ansi's. The fact that he was able to come here was simply due to Qin Qinsen's great help.
But Hua Meng...
"Master Su is amazing! Your disciple has chanted so many ghosts to death."
Qin Qinsen sighed and said that he had not seen much since he grew up with his father, and he had never seen anyone chanting scriptures to make the dead ghost explode.
The yellow talisman on his fingertip ignited, sweeping away the mess on the ground. Qin Qinsen handed over the mineral water and said, "Wash yourself."
Hua Meng seemed to be shocked by the ghost's self-explosion and turned around with black and green slime all over his head and face.
Really? Hua Meng was still confused. He was too nervous just now and couldn't remember any sword techniques or spells. Seeing that the ghost head was stuck with the talisman of Second Senior Sister, he couldn't move it. He couldn't just stand there and do nothing, so he started to recite.
Not only were the living people amazed, even Ma Liu was afraid and floated towards the Teng Su brothers.
——What a vicious method, what a sad way to die!
Perhaps because their companion's death was too humiliating, the ghosts at the bottom of the lake became restless. When Hua Meng turned around, four or five ghosts had already crawled out, claws raised, ready to attack.
Everyone was shocked. Su Yuande was about to rescue them, but was stopped by Qin Qinsen, "It's not your turn."
The little monks and Taoist priests were extremely fast, rushing forward with sticks, peach wood swords and yellow talismans.
But none of them are as fast as Hua Meng.
He turned around and splashed water, muttering the incantation, "Go."
The water rippled like a rope, cutting off the hands of the nearest unjustly dead ghost. Then, the peach wood sword pierced the throat, killing the unjustly dead ghost on the spot.
"Amitabha, the younger generation is to be feared." Master Fahui praised.
"Master Zhizhi is quite skilled. Ning'an Temple is truly full of talented people." Su Yuande's eyes fell on Zhizhi, the leader. The small figure was very skilled in punches and kicks, moving nimbly and aiming at the knees of the deceased, crippling them with each kick.
Qin Qinsen didn't share their good mood. "It's barely ok. It won't cut off the inheritance."
"I also have to thank Master Qin for leaving behind a few dead ghosts. Otherwise, how would they have the opportunity to practice?" Su Yuande expressed his gratitude.
Although the evil spirits in this place were thick and sinister, Qin Qinsen had saved them long ago, and the wronged souls had already broken free and gone to the underworld. The more ferocious evil spirits also dissipated under Qin Qinsen's hands. What was left in the lake at this time was just a small dish in the eyes of the three of them.
But it is different for these disciples.
"Isn't it a good thing that there is no actual combat opportunity?" Qin Qinsen said, then laughed at himself and stopped talking.
Master Fahui and Su Yuande also sighed.
As long as there are people, there will be desires, struggles and blood. The souls of those who died unjustly, vicious debt collectors and vengeful and cruel people will never disappear.
"Someone's coming."
Teng Su interrupted the three people's moment of reminiscing and gestured for them to look in the direction of the construction site.
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