"Young boy, can you still turn the world upside down?"

Zhang Qingyun sat cross-legged on the futon, drinking tea with a teacup in his hand. Clone No. 4 was picking up the leftovers. Zhang Qingyun raised his eyebrows: "I can't control myself anymore?"

Still dare to resist?

Do you still dare to play petty tricks with me, who is the master?

"Tsk tsk...you are still the same person I was before. This can be regarded as a kind of training for myself."

Zhang Qingyun can share the feelings of the clone, which can be regarded as an alternative practice.

Life is boring, but the clone has independent thinking. It is quite fun to bully the clone.

Even if it means bullying yourself, it is still a kind of fun, and it can also temper your character.

"Pindao is mentally disturbed. He is playing with himself, torturing himself, and doing so with great interest..."

It was so lonely that Zhang Qingyun had the urge to go out: "The little guy's soul has been completed and the Mars formation has been arranged. It would be good to go out and have a look."

"Meow..."

The cat spirit licked its paws and ate until its belly was round.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the cat spirit fell into the palm of Zhang Qingyun's hand. The strange thing is that the cat spirit weighs at least eight or nine kilograms, and is not small among cats. Zhang Qingyun's palm is of normal size, and the cat spirit is in the palm of Zhang Qingyun's hand, but it is

It looks so small, almost like a small mouse.

"The vegetable garden should be plowed and new vegetables should be planted. How can we just eat without doing any work?"

So the familiar equipment reappeared.

The cat spirit wants to escape from the palm of Zhang Qingyun's small palm. No matter how much the cat spirit runs, it can't escape from the palm of his hand: "Young man, can you escape from the palm of Ping Dao's hand?"

This is a technique practiced by Zhang Qingyun. It is not used normally and is very useless. Zhang Qingyun rarely uses it. He created this technique with an idea when he was trying to catch a cat.

In the past, there was only a space of ten meters in radius in the palm of the hand, but now there is a space of tens of meters in radius in the palm of the hand.

The familiar equipment was put on the cat spirit, and he flipped it over casually. The cat spirit landed in the vegetable garden, with a somewhat miserable expression on the cat's face. Zhang Qingyun was immediately happy: "You beast, you still have such humanity.

A changed expression?"

"It's not good to guard the little one all day long."

After all, the cat spirit is a beast, and Yang Yang is not conscious yet. If you cast a spell to activate Yang Yang's soul seed and breed the soul, the cat spirit will be beside Yang Yang. If Yang Yang's newly born soul comes into contact with the beast, it will eventually affect him.

Yangyang, this newly born soul that is as blank as white paper.

To put it bluntly, it will be tainted with the smell of animals.

Human beings are born into the world as blank souls. It is better to come into contact with human beings. Only by contaminating human nature can they be perfect.

Find a job for the cat spirit to prevent the cat spirit from always waiting for Yangyang: "I am becoming more and more suspicious now that Yangyang must have saved you in several reincarnations in his previous life, and you are here to repay your kindness in this life.

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"Tsk tsk... Some people are in love with ghosts, some are in love with foxes, some are in love with snakes... Pindao is trying to cultivate a person who is in love with cats."

Shaking his head, Zhang Qingyun shook this idea out of his mind: "How do humans and demons combine? Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen can still have children. This crosses the species barrier, which is a bit nonsense..."

How can viviparous animals conceive offspring with oviparous animals?

First of all, there is a biological barrier. There are big differences in genes.

"Huh? How can I know so clearly?"

Zhang Qingyun, who has never been to school, has never heard of any species barriers or genetic differences: "It should be the previous clone No. 3, who consults computer information every day and enriches my knowledge."

However, there are legends about these in my memory...

"I am confused."

After stopping to burn the talisman and seal, Zhang Qingyun split into three soul clones: "It's better for you to burn it."

Zhang Qingyun carried the futon and went to the main entrance of the Taoist temple.

"Tsk tsk..."

Doppelgänger No. 4 was surprised: "It's not like you have a cat crush, so why are you worried so much? Or do you have this idea in your heart?"

Inside the doorway, Zhang Qingyun suddenly understood: "Why does Pindao have so many messy thoughts? It's not like Pindao and a cat are in love."

What kind of mentality does Pindao have?

"Dingling bells..."

The cell phone on my sleeve rang. I took out my old and worn-out cell phone and glanced at the black and white screen. It showed an unfamiliar number.

After taking a look, Zhang Qingyun hung up casually: "By the way, Pindao's phone has been down for almost two months, why did he get a call all of a sudden?"

Zhang Qingyun never answers unfamiliar numbers. He can count the number of mobile phone numbers stored in his mobile address book with one hand.

Throughout the year, the mobile phone rarely rang, and Zhang Qingyun almost forgot that he had a mobile phone.

He has lived for more than thirty years and has no friends or relatives. Ninety-nine percent of the people who call him... no, almost all of them are scam calls.

Therefore, Zhang Qingyun simply stopped his mobile phone and refused to pay the phone bill, which was of little use.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qingyun frowned: "Is the punishment so light?"

At this time, some messages and sounds appeared in my mind.

The security guard who threw the old lady was detained for fifteen days and fined one thousand yuan... This kind of punishment: "Pindao is not a punisher, but Pindao has justice in his heart."

Carrying the futon, Zhang Qingyun returned to the Taoist temple.

Back in the backyard, Zhang Qingyun threw the hook into the basin. The fishhook dropped and appeared in a room. The iron windows and iron doors were blocked. The security guard who threw the old lady was lying on the bed and sleeping boredly.

"Is this punishment?"

Enjoy it.

With a thought, a talisman turned into ashes, and an invisible energy disappeared into the security guard's brow.

It was dark and the lights flickered.

The music is loud, the wine is good, and the dancing is beautiful.

This is a bar with crazy music and men and women completely indulge themselves.

In the dim light, the security guard was wearing a brand-name suit, hugging him from left to right, with a cigarette in his mouth, and his face was full of contentment.

"The dream is so clear, which shows that he comes often and has a deep memory."

Men and women, some have blurred appearances, while others are very clear: "How can a security guard be so cool in such a gold-selling cave?"

Zhang Qingyun was a little confused.

The security guard raised and lowered his hands, squinting and looking at the spot... Suddenly the scene turned, this was the street, and a middle-aged man was lying on the street. This middle-aged man was the son of the old lady who was thrown. His face was covered with injuries.

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"What the hell, you still call the police?"

"Do you really know who my brother-in-law is? If I beat you to death, I will be fine... Damn it..."

While shouting, he kicked the old lady's son with his feet.

The old lady was lying not far away, and the security guard walked over and said, "You old man, why don't you pay some money? I'm not short of money! Even though I'm just a security guard, I'm really rich..."

No wonder the punishment is such an understatement.

So arrogant?!

Although it is a dream, this is the truest portrayal of my heart!

Zhang Qingyun opened his eyes, and the light in front of him was dazzling. Finally, it became a point, turned into a seed and fell on the back of the security guard's head. A yellow light mixed with a trace of black light rose into the sky, six or seven meters high: "If the mind is not right, marriage is like a dream.

.Wives and children are separated, and nature is indulged. There is no scruple, and evil deeds are unpunished..."

"Both parents are dead, brother and sister depend on each other. The mistress is in the position, arrogant and ignorant. The fate of evil deeds is recorded in the underworld. If this person is not punished, his merits will be indefinite..."

So serious!

If you don’t punish this person, will all his merits be lost in the future?

"He Jun!"

Zhang Qingyun shouted sharply, and He Jun's dream suddenly changed.

This is the ghost world, and the ghost fog is overwhelming in front of us.

He Jun was indulging in his dream, and was startled when something like this happened.

In front of him, a tall emperor with a blurry face, wearing Yanfu, and a powerful aura looked down at him.

He Jun fell to his knees at some point, and his heart almost stopped beating: "Where is this?"

"This is the ghost house of the underworld. I, King Yama... You have done evil in the world and recorded the book of life and death. However, after your death, the gate of hell will open, and there will be no punishment. I will specially capture your soul and whip you with nine lashes to punish you."

He was deaf and mute for three years and lame for six years..."

"When your life span is over and your soul returns to the underworld, I will send you to hell to suffer!"

"Someone is coming..."
To be continued...