Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live while preaching to animals

Chapter 354

The landlord looked gloomy, covered his nose, picked up a coat, and threw it into the corner of the room, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Dao Chief, it's too chaotic here, there's nothing worth seeing. It's already completely dark, let's go see the old man, right?"

Cheng Fan didn't speak, and all his attention was on the wall.

The walls were snow-white, with few cracks, and the landlord followed Cheng Fan's gaze and didn't notice anything abnormal.

"Is there anything wrong with this wall?" the landlord scratched his head in surprise.

"Of course there is a problem!" Xiao

Nan pointed to the snow-white wall in front of her.

"Uncle landlord, look, there are cobwebs in the corners of the other walls, but there is nothing on this wall, don't you think it's very abrupt?" "It's

really—"

The landlord suddenly realized, and then smiled awkwardly.

Even children can see the problem, but they don't find it.

Cheng Fan said lightly: "Not only that, we have traveled all the way, in this building, most of the walls are yellowed, and there are cracks on the walls, this wall is too wrong." What

made Cheng Fan strange was that the divine sense probed the past without giving any feedback.

His instincts told him that there must be something strange in it.

"Poor Dao wants to tear down this wall and examine it carefully, and ask the believers to forgive me. The

landlord hesitated for two seconds, then nodded and said, "It's too late today, I'll call the renovation team tomorrow and ask them to demolish this place."

Cheng Fan smiled lightly: "It's not so troublesome.

As he spoke, Cheng Fan stretched out his right hand and spread his palm.

In the blink of an eye, a scorching thunderbolt had already condensed in his palm.

The landlord hurriedly covered his eyes, and in the afterglow, he saw Cheng Fan holding the palm thunder in his hand, full of might.

The landlord swallowed and called out to the good guy in his heart.

"Believer, Baby, stand behind me.

Cheng Fan commanded, and the two didn't dare to slack off, so they hurriedly did so.

Xiao Nannan tightly grabbed Cheng Fan's robe, revealing a small head melon on the side, and her eyes were wide open.

Just as Cheng Fan was about to use the palm thunder to violently demolish it, he suddenly had a thought and turned his hand to disperse the palm thunder.

At the uncle's house next door, the ghost appeared!

"Go, go

next door!" At this time, Cheng Fan didn't care about dealing with this wall, and went to the next door resolutely.

When he came to the door, Cheng Fan waved his hand directly, and the door slammed open.

The scene in the room made all three of them stunned.

I saw that this uncle was wearing a yellowed military uniform at the moment, holding a broad-bladed broadsword in his hand, in a fighting posture, standing majestically in the living room.

At the collar of the uniform, there is a bright gold star pinned to the left and right, which is inlaid on a red square base cloth.

The broad-bladed broadsword in his hand was more than a meter long, and the edge of the blade flashed with a cold glow, and there were still traces of blood on the surface of the knife that were difficult to clean.

"Wow! Grandpa is so handsome!" the

little girl's eyes widened.

Even Cheng Fan was amazed.

The landlord is stupid, this old man is really upright, too heroic!

The old man ignored Cheng Fan and the three who suddenly appeared at the door.

His eyes slowly wandered, looking around vigilantly, as if he was watching the six roads in the wilderness and listening to the enemy in all directions.

A pair of large, calloused hands grip the big knife tightly and set it in the position where it is easiest to exert force.

As if he smelled the smell of the soul of the dead and the incompatibility of the yang world, the old man's face sank, and he said without anger:

"The 29th Army of the Northwest, the 109th Brigade

!" "The 29th Formation of the Broadsword Team, Squad Leader, Chen Kaixuan

!" "Why don't you be a demon, report your name!" The old soldier's

roar was like a flood of bells, and the landlord was stunned.

In Cheng Fan's heavenly eyes, a strong iron-blooded aura slowly emanated from the veteran's body, full of might.

Cheng Fan's eyes changed, he was very sure, with such an iron-blooded aura, no matter what kind of bull, ghost, god and snake would be difficult to get close.

At this moment, Cheng Fan's pupils shrank slightly.

A ghost suddenly appeared behind the veteran, his face extremely gloomy.

Before he could be reminded, he heard the veteran shout:

"Chop!"

The sound of breaking the air flashed, the ghost flashed, and the soul body was split and shaken.

Just when the ghost was injured, Cheng Fan was keenly aware that a crack suddenly appeared in a photo frame on the wall of the living room.

Cheng Fan had explored every part of this room, and most of his attention was on the blood-red wardrobe in the bedroom, never thinking that this picture frame was the attachment of ghosts.

Cheng Fan's forehead lit up and he looked at the ghost.

At the same time, the veteran burst into a shout again, drawing his knife and swinging it at the ghost.

"I don't care what kind of demons and monsters you are, how dare you be presumptuous here!"

the ghost looked frightened and watched as the broadsword fell.

"Leave the soul under the knife!" The

old soldier raised and fell with his hand, and the broad-bladed broadsword flashed, splitting the wooden sofa in the living room into a cold salad, and the cross-section was extremely smooth and natural.

"Why are you holding me back?"

the veteran turned his head to stare at Cheng Fan, to be exact, at the ghost in Cheng Fan's palm.

The landlord was glanced at by the veteran, a little frightened, and then noticed a gloomy face in Cheng Fan's palm.

"Holy!" the

landlord let out a sudden scream and staggered and fell on his ass.

Cheng Fan took out a jade stone and included the ghost in it.

He bowed his hand to the veteran and said, "Poor Dao Xuan, I have seen the old man."

"You haven't replied yet, why are you stopping me?" The

veteran's eyes kicked up, not angry and arrogant, and the iron and blood on his body became a little thicker.

Cheng Fan's heart froze, and the mana he had just saved this revenant soul had been melted by this iron-blooded qi.

If you want to condense the iron and blood, you can't do it without a veteran of a hundred battles, and it is extremely difficult to excite.

Moreover, in addition to the blood of the veteran, there is also a strong power of merit behind him, and he is a person of great merit who protects the land of one party.

Cheng Fan didn't dare to slack off, and said respectfully: "Go back to the old man's house, because he is not a ghost, just a poor person who is reluctant to give up his relatives." The

veteran glanced at Cheng Fan suspiciously, and said coldly: "Is there a good or bad ghost? He was standing behind me just now, and he wanted to murder me!

Every ghost that others avoid is a relative that others have been thinking about. "

Think about it, when your parents die, will they become evil spirits?" the

veteran was silent, slowly put away his broadsword, and leaned on the ground.

"What did he mean by standing behind me?"

He remained in this world in a daze, and in his eyes, this was his home. Isn't defending the homeland the instinct of my generation of Chinese people?"

Cheng Fan's words worked, and the veteran nodded in agreement, his gaze softened.

"I see... Defending his homeland and protecting his homeland, he is a man. Let him out, I apologize to him!".