"Is your tattoo done by Cheng You that old drunkard?"

In the understanding of the old Taoist, without considering the soul of Qiongqi, only Cheng You's craftsmanship can make this effect.

"Uncle Master actually knows Master Cheng, but he is currently in his residence. I have some questions about the tattoo on his body. "

Shang Biao only remembered that the old drunkard's surname was Cheng, and he really didn't know the other party's name. It seemed that he could get some useful information from this cheap uncle.

"It's strange that it's not him. The old drunkard should be in Yangcheng. I heard that he also accepted an apprentice there and wanted to pass on his skills."

"Yangcheng, one of the three major bases of the Weifang Group, this is a bit troublesome."

"Why, did you offend the group of people in the Vision Group and were forced to go abroad?"

Shang Biao was heard by the old Taoist, and asked him.

"It seems like I have to go back to China."

"That happens. I also have some cause and effect that I need to go back to China to settle the disaster with peace of mind. Wait for a few days and after relocating Xiao An, I will accompany you to return home."

"Then I would like to thank my uncle!"

Xiao An refers to the child. Shang Biao heard the meaning of protection in the old sayings and thanked him.

There are good and bad things to have such a master around you. The advantage is that when you meet the Weian Group, he will not be forced to give out his trump card at once.

The disadvantages are equally great. The old Taoist must have signed up in the Wei'an Group. With him, he will probably be discovered if he steps into the country.

After talking about returning to China, the three of them continued to walk up the mountain. Thanks to Qiongqi's shock, they went smoothly to the top of the mountain.

The old Taoist found a small corner, took out a scarecrow from the bag, put red paper under the straw man, and put on five-color clothes.

On the red paper pressed by the straw man, Xiao An’s horoscope and birthplace were written. This scarecrow was his substitute.

The old Taoist asked his disciple to kneel down and perform the ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows to the grass man. Shang Biao slowly burned the stream money and the underworld coins and handwritten scriptures.

After Xiao An's great gift was over, the old Taoist stood beside him, first worshiping in four directions, southeast, west and north, then turned back to the middle to express the text, chanting the "Taishang Sutra for Sacrifice".

After the chanting of the scriptures, the old Taoist took a cinnabar pen and pointed it on the forehead of the grass man. He said with a solemn expression: "One transformation and the road to heaven, two transformations of the underworld, I am the master of Yinshan Dafa, and I will reach the nine worlds and the underworld..."

The last command sounded like a roar, resounding through the sky and understanding ghosts and gods.

After the old Taoist curse, he stood with his hands behind his back and shouted to the air: "The debt has been paid off, it's time to collect things. From now on, the debts of evil have been gone, so don't bother each other again."

After the notice, the old Taoist pulled his apprentice and Shang Biao followed them, returned the same way, and walked down the mountain.

The sound of chain dragging sounded behind them, and the paper men used by the old Taoist to dispatch the Yin soldiers quickly held them like leaking balloons.

And where the substitute was burned just now, there was a black shadow wrapped in chains, swallowing the grass man bit by bit.

However, although giving a substitute can deceive the other party for a while, one day I will have to solve this cause and effect myself.

Following the old Taoist down from the mountain, there was a pickup truck parked on the asphalt road not far from the top of the substitute. This was the means of transportation they took when they came.

The old road drove and took a pickup truck for several hours, from the countryside where there was no people to the bustling city with bright lights and wine.

After passing through several streets, the speed of the car gradually slowed down, and a strong herbal smell came into Shang Biao's nose.

"An's Medical Center"

After the car stopped, Shang Biao pushed the door and saw the plaque hanging on the lintel, and whispered. In the uniform architectural style around him, this Chinese-style clinic with different styles appeared, which was a bit awkward no matter how you look at it.

"Xiao An's grandfather is a famous miracle doctor in this generation and has a wide range of connections. When I first came to Nanyang, I received a lot of care from him. Moreover, this place is not as convenient as China. If you need any medicinal materials in your practice in the future, you can ask him for help."

The old Taoist walked to the door of the medicine shop with a somewhat excited apprentice and rang the doorbell. They probably said hello before they came out. In the early morning, the lights were still on in the medicine shop. Soon after the doorbell rang, a white-haired old man in a buckle jacket hurriedly opened the door.

"How is it, has the substitute been successfully delivered?"

Seeing that his grandson had not changed much from his previous life, the white-haired old man looked at the old Taoist Xuanxing with some confusion.

"What else do you worry about if I take action? Xiao An will not be invaded by his creditors for the time being. This is my junior nephew, Shoushan."

The old Taoist explained impatiently and introduced Shang Biao to the white-haired old man.

"I have met Master An Guoren."

Shang Biao replied with a plain look, and then several people entered the back hall of the pharmacy together. An Guoren was old and could not resist the sleepiness when he saw his grandson coming back, so he arranged a room for Shang Biao and went to bed.

The old Taoist looked at the wall clock on the wall and saw that there was enough time, so he took his apprentice to his room.

After opening the bag, the old Taoist took out a can of milky white liquid that had been prepared. Shang Biao recognized that it was the fu mo used by the Yinshan School to seal the body.

"When my master sealed my junior brother, he was not allowed to watch, but today I can open my eyes."

"So what if your master is stubborn and born with evil bones? Our Yinshan Sect has reached this point today. Even if another mad Taoist appears, he might be able to return to the ancestral home with the Yinshan Sect.

The facts prove that what I said is right, are you kid now? Some things cannot be reversed by human power."

Shang Biao smiled and said nothing. If the master who adopted him turned into a mysterious old Taoist, he might not have had the chance to enter the theater space and see the magical plot worlds.

The old Taoist felt relieved when he saw that Shang Biao did not show any resentment and dissatisfaction. If he had this kind of mentality when he was young, he would not have been forced to leave his hometown and travel to Southeast Asia.

But he didn't know that for an actor who could lose his life at any time, the grudges and consequences of the past had long been cut off when he entered the theater, and he had no relationship with the Yinshan Sect.

This is also the reason why Shang Biao did not hesitate to change the Lushan method. The name of Yinshan Sect is now beneficial to him, so it is okay to wear it.

After taking out the sealed ink, the old Taoist went out to get eight bowls.

‘Widower, widow, orphan, alone, disabled, money, life, power”

Eight notes representing three missing and five disadvantages were locked under the bowl. After the old Taoist disrupted the order, he placed the bowl in front of Xiao An.

This is one of the unique ways to pass on the genius religions. Only by recognizing one of the three shortcomings and five disadvantages, or several types, can you obtain the preaching Dharma. This is the price of gaining power.
Chapter completed!