Early the next morning, Zhang Qingyun opened his eyes from practicing: "The peak of the middle stage of the fifth heaven of foundation building..."

Now Zhang Qingyun has accumulated 11,507 merits, corresponding to the middle stage of the fifth heaven of foundation building. Feeling the majestic power in his body, Zhang Qingyun stood up.

Pangpang slipped from his arms, Zhang Qingyun was a little surprised: "Pangpang seems...a little thin..."

You are too fat, as fat as a pig. Zhang Qingyun is still a little worried: "With your current body shape, if you steal something, others will catch you without any effort."

I really want to eat meat...

After thinking about it, Zhang Qingyun first cleaned the front and back yards, and looked at the two buildings on the left and right with resentment: "It is difficult to stop throwing objects from high altitudes. There is no punishment during this period, and they are getting more and more rampant."

With another half bag of garbage, Zhang Qingyun walked out of the Taoist temple and threw away the garbage.

He returned to the Taoist temple, washed up, and went to the shrine to burn incense: "Masters, a resentful spirit entered the Taoist temple last night. Are you unwilling to take action?"

With a sigh, there are dozens of ancestors worshiped in the temple.

Yesterday, when the resentful spirits entered the Taoist temple, these patriarchs were completely unmoved: "The patriarchs are not immortals, they are all ranked after sitting in the body. Fortunately, the poor Taoist knew some magic, so he was not killed by the evil ghost."

After closing the Taoist temple door, he went to the vegetable market, cut a piece of meat, and Zhang Qingyun made breakfast.

Zhang Qingyun ate the potato stew, his mouth was full of oil, and it was full of greed. Zhang Qingyun tapped its head with chopsticks: "Huh, you haven't reflected your own value recently."

Zhang Qingyun still served some dishes to Pangpang.

After breakfast, Zhang Qingyun had nothing to do and began to study the art of turning stone into gold.

Until the afternoon, Zhang Qingyun turned his head while holding a fist-sized piece, muttering something in his mouth, stretched out his hand and pointed: "It's done!"

The golden light flashed, and the fist-sized brick transformed into a piece of gold.

Holding it in your hand, it is heavy and not light: "It weighs at least two kilograms..."

One kilogram!

One gram of gold costs almost three hundred yuan, and one kilogram of gold costs three hundred thousand!

He casually put the gold on the table in the room: "I wonder how long the magic of turning stone into gold can last?"

Turning stone into gold is just an illusion after all: "Now my level is too low to use the power of the five elements. After all, this piece of gold is just a trick and cannot become real gold."

"This technique is too useless for me now..."

Anyway, there is no shortage of money now, and Zhang Qingyun is not in a hurry to make money.

It was night after studying the talismans and seal scripts in the Taoist temple.

Zhang Qingyun walked out of the room with satisfaction and put the talisman in his pocket: "I have developed another soul-fixing talisman. It's time to cook. After dinner, I went for a walk outside to see if I can catch ghosts and test it out.

The power of talismans..."

After dinner, Zhang Qingyun walked out of the Taoist temple and walked around.

It wasn't until the next morning that Zhang Qingyun came back a little frustrated: "It shouldn't be, why aren't there any ghosts?"

After searching all night, Zhang Qingyun was very disappointed when he didn't find a single ghost.

I sat down cross-legged and started practicing. After I was exhausted, I opened my eyes and it was already morning.

Just after cleaning the front and back yards, a middle-aged man walked in.

"Do you have any business coming to the Taoist temple?"

Tianshi Temple is not an incense Taoist temple, and almost no one comes.

This middle-aged man is wearing a suit and has shiny hair. His temperament alone makes him look like an ordinary person.

"The Taoist priest is Taoist priest Qingyun?"

Seeing Zhang Qingyun, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

"I am..."

Tianshi Temple is not famous, and Zhang Qingyun thinks that he is not famous either. This middle-aged man seems to have come specifically to see him.

"I was introduced by Qiao Yan..."

The middle-aged man smiled.

"Qiao Yan?"

This name is a bit unfamiliar. He has not seen Qiao Yan for more than a year so far. Zhang Qingyun has almost forgotten the existence of this woman.

"It was Mr. Qiao Yanqiao who introduced me."

The middle-aged man has a smile on his face.

The eye of the sky opened, and the light in front of him was dazzling. It finally condensed into a point and turned into a seed. It fell on the back of the middle-aged man's head. A red beam of light rose into the sky, which was more than ten meters long: "The villain manipulates, ruins the reputation and ruins the merits. The family has everything."

Nine mouths, all lost their lives. Good deeds have good consequences, evil has bad reputations. Good deeds are exhausted, bad reputations have arisen. The family is ruined and people are dead, and the plan is completed..."

"In the Miao territory, when you practice insect poison, a single thought will cause thousands of miles of scorched earth. In the age of the end of the Dharma, if you speak lightly, you will get burned, and you will be troubled and troubled..."

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Zhang Qingyun understood that this middle-aged businessman had offended some people. His opponent hired a person who was good at using voodoo to use voodoo on the middle-aged family of nine. I am afraid that soon, the family of nine would be killed.

To die.

"Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil consequences. I know your purpose, please leave..."

The Eye of Heaven has made it clear not to get involved in this matter to avoid getting into trouble.

Moreover, the result of this middle-aged man today is the evil cause he had planted... This is the main reason why Zhang Qingyun does not plan to take action.

Helping a good person is good, helping an evil person is evil.

The middle-aged man's face changed wildly, the smile on his face disappeared, and he became a little pale. I thought that the person Qiao Yan introduced was just a name, but now that they had just met, it seemed that the Taoist priest knew the cause and effect.

This is a capable master!

But...the master doesn't seem to want to get involved in this matter.

"Taoist priest..."

The middle-aged man still begged, but Zhang Qingyun waved his hand: "When Pindao should intervene, he will not intervene because of anything. When Pindao is unwilling to take action, no one can influence Pindao."

"Taoist priest..."

The middle-aged man is still pleading.

Zhang Qingyun shook his head: "You have no merit, so the bad luck has come and cannot be solved... You still have half a year, if you do more good deeds, maybe things will turn around."

The middle-aged man left as if he had found a treasure, muttering: "Do more good deeds..."

"Qiao Yan!"

Zhang Qingyun frowned, this woman caused him trouble...

This woman is so annoying.

"Gu insect..."

Wraiths and ghosts have appeared, and now Gu insects have appeared again.

Zhang Qingyun doesn't know if there are other practitioners in this world, so he needs to be careful in everything.

"Since it has appeared, let's study it and see if there is any way to crack the poison..."

Until late at night, Zhang Qingyun walked out of the room with a futon and began to practice. The next day, he began to study the talisman to crack the Gu insect.

After nine days in a row, Zhang Qingyun walked out with a relaxed look on his face: "Finally, we have researched it, let's find a chance to test it out."

I had just had dinner in the afternoon when the sound of high heels hitting bluestone tiles came from the front yard. I frowned and saw a familiar figure appearing in my eyes: "Qiao Yan!"

"Daozhang Zhang, long time no see..."

"I don't want to see you."

With a smile on her face, Qiao Yan's expression froze, and she seemed to understand something as she rolled her eyes: "I'm here to pick up Pang Pang. My brother told me that Daochang Zhang asked him to pick up Pang Pang."

"Chubby?"

Shaking his head, Zhang Qingyun refused: "Pangpang can't return it now..."

"What's wrong?"

Qiao Yan was a little nervous: "Pangpang is gone?"

If this is gone, it is dead...
Chapter completed!