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The rooftop of Deyang building is empty. Except for some cultivated flowers and trees, the rest of the things have been removed.

At the top of the city, the rooftop in the moonlight seems a little lonely.

Looking down from above, you can see the whole picture of the city. It is still full of lights, and there is no difference.

More than a dozen people came up from the stairs and stood on the roof. After a while of silence, they began to act separately.

A long table was placed in the middle of the roof. On the table was a three foot long peach wood sword, and some yellow paper, cinnabar, incense, copper bells and other things.

He had a white beard, wearing a Taoist robe with eight diagrams on his body. His hair was tied in a bun on top of his head and pinned with a wooden hairpin. He looked like a fairy.

A middle-aged man with a cold face doesn't have a word in the southeast.

The rest of the people, holding micro Chong in their hands, looked dignified and stood in all directions required by immortal Qingyun.

Qingyun immortal touched his eyes with a piece of peach, touched them twice, and then closed his eyes. He murmured in his mouth and didn't know what he was talking about.

Time is not long, suddenly opened his eyes, eyes when the aura. A soul grabbing look.

Seeing Chang Fu in the southeast direction, Qingyun immortal smiles and says, "the most important thing to cooperate with is mutual understanding. You must believe me. You may not have heard of my name before, but you must have heard of Qingyun temple in Luoyun mountain."

Chang Fu is startled. He has heard of Qingyun temple in Luoyun mountain for a long time. He is very famous.

Many things were not allowed to be said before, but now it doesn't matter.

It is said that when planning a famous cemetery, because there were too many dead people, too much Yin Qi, and the sound of crying and Howling all night long, it was impossible to construct a famous cemetery.

At that time, the leaders had already given the time. If it went on like this, the project could not be completed on schedule. The leaders were at a loss about this matter.

Later, it was said that the people of Qingyun temple in Luoyun mountain could solve the problem, but they sent someone to ask for it, but they refused.

After all, many times, you can't compete with the tide of history even if you have the ability.

Later, a middle-level leader of the construction party had some friendship with the people in Qingyun temple, so he invited a man out to do a ritual work, which overcame all the wrongs, and the project was proud of the normal construction.

Although Chang Fu did not personally experience this incident, but also heard that it was all handed down by mouth, although not official history, it is really very.

Now I heard that this immortal Qingyun was born in Qingyun Temple of Luoyun mountain. He instantly added a little respect and said, "I'm lucky to be able to compete with the real person today. How dare you not do your best."

Qingyun real man's face showed a smile, nodded and said, "since it is so, I can start."

Chang Fu nodded, his face dignified.

Qingyun immortal stopped the smile on his face and waved his hand. Several pieces of yellow paper suddenly floated in the air. With a wave of the cinnabar pen in his hand, a spell appeared on a piece of yellow paper.

In an instant, the hand of Qingyun immortal kept waving, and the yellow paper was hanging in the air, and the charm on it began to shine.

With the explosion of immortal Qingyun, the eight Charms flew in different directions at the same time, falling into the cement ground and disappeared.

After everything is over, Qingyun Zhenren gasps for breath. Then he takes out a piece of gold tissue paper and turns it into the shape of a little girl. He writes down Jingjing's name with a cinnabar pen, and then writes down the eight characters of his birthday. A golden print on his hand shows that the gold foil paper with Jingjing's name instantly seems to have spirituality and is suspended in the air And there was a faint hum.

Qingyun immortal's face suddenly became dignified and said to Chang Fu, "I'm going to start soul searching. You should pay attention and protect me."

Chang Fu nodded and his muscles began to tighten.

With the low voice of the mantra constantly spread from the real population of Qingyun, the whole roof suddenly became extremely cold.

Chang Fu can feel something coming from all directions, but he can't get close to the roof, because when those things are just close to the roof, there will be a faint golden yellow coming out from the nearby roof, which instantly turns into a golden net and blocks them out.

The rest of the people also felt this strange change. Although they were wearing thick combat uniforms, their faces were all pale and their teeth chattered.

The murmur of Qingyun real population is continuous, which sounds like a good song.

With the increasing speed of the pithy formula, the expression on Qingyun real person's face became more and more dignified, uncertain whether it was sunny or not, and I didn't know what had happened.

As time goes by, the gold foil paper man suspended in the air is constantly shaking, as if someone is constantly tearing, and the thin gold foil paper may be broken at any time.

Chang Fu's heart pounded as he watched, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Hold a sweat for immortal Qingyun.After about half an hour, Chang Fu's expression on his face suddenly froze, because he saw that there were drops of blood left in the corner of Qingyun immortal's mouth, the old man's eyebrows kept beating, and his hands were shaking.

At this time, the gold foil paper man suddenly split into pieces, instantly turned into a group of fire, disappeared in the air.

With the disappearance of the gold foil paper man, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Chang Fu and several other people were frightened to see this strange scene.

Chang Fu's reaction is the quickest, and his body instantly comes to Qingyun immortal's side. As soon as he reaches out, he picks up the old man.

"What's wrong with you, old fairy." Chang Fu's voice was urgent and shrill.

For a long time, Qingyun real talent slowly opened his eyes, looked at Chang Fu, pointed to his chest powerlessly, said: "quick, take out a red pill for me to take, that person will come soon."

Chang Fu was so nervous that he took out the medicine bottle for a long time.

After opening the bottle, a faint fragrance came out of it. It must be some kind of panacea, Chang Fu thought.

After eating it, immortal Qingyun sits down with his knees crossed, and the bloodstain on the corner of his mouth is still there.

Changfu several people do not know what to do, but quietly watching.

Who knows that time is not long, suddenly Chang Fu feels a wind blowing from the southeast. It seems that something has looked at him. When he looks back, he finds a woman in red floating in the sky, but he can't see his face clearly.

At this time, Qingyun immortal opened his eyes, grabbed Chang Fu and cried out.