In the inn bedroom, an oil lamp was on.

There were towels hanging on the washbasin shelf, not neatly arranged, and water was still dripping from the corner of the towel.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, tick tock...

Wei Dinggong sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly turning a string of rosary beads in his hand.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Wei Dinggong suddenly opened his eyes. The doors and windows were closed, but there was already a strange, large-billed bird with green fur and yellow claws on the washbasin shelf.

"Mage."

The green-haired strange bird made a quacking sound, "Whether you are a Taoist monk, chanting scriptures, worshiping Buddha, or practicing Dharma and academics, you must first have a sense of tranquility in your heart, but your heart seems to be even more unquiet than this dripping copper basin?"

Wei Dinggong snorted coldly: "It's not because you are too careless in doing things. I vowed before that I would leave these three to you to solve the problem of Jiuying, Jiuhe and Qiu Shi. But what happened? Qiu Shi was fine."

In the Zhenwu Temple, Jiuying is just missing."

The green-haired strange bird tilted his head and said: "Jiuying is really beyond our expectations. We originally thought that he only got the position of host because of his stability and seniority, but we didn't expect that he would hide so deeply."

"But with his injuries, he will definitely be on the verge of death in these seven days. Even if he survives by chance, he will never be able to disrupt our plan."

"As for Qiu Shi, huh, they hired a martial artist to help them kill my master. When the time comes, I will kill that swordsman with my own hands. I will break his limbs, put on his skin, and become a dog by my side.

.”

The strange bird's voice is originally hoarse, but if the sentences it can speak are longer, it will gradually become shriller and closer to its owner's tone.

Wei Dinggong said dissatisfied: "What about Jiuhe? You obviously killed him, but you didn't destroy his body. Those little Taoist priests have already laid out the method of summoning souls, relying on that corpse to lure Jiuhe.

The crane's soul turns around in the first seven weeks."

"You are wrong. When he died and fell into the water, the fourteen spells we chased were all used to destroy his body. However, the water was so strong that he disappeared for a while. He happened to be commanded by the commander of the palace downstream.

If someone catches it, it can be considered his luck."

The strange bird stared at Wei Dinggong, "Don't worry about this kind of thing. Even if he comes back to his soul, what can he say? The most he knows is that I have come back to seek revenge on them."

"Perhaps there are smart people who suspect that we are going to cause trouble at the Ghost Festival Dharma Assembly, but our plans are so intertwined and so fast-paced that they don't have time to verify them. They can only be coerced by the situation and keep going until all the horses and horses are silent and the situation is at an end.

The moment it was determined.”

The strange bird's eyes blinked, just like the eyes of a living person.

"I know that we failed before, under the leadership of Jiuying Jiuhe and the others, so you have lingering fears about everything in the Zhenwu Temple."

"But you should not only focus on the enemy, but also look at ourselves. We are now more than just water pirates in the Five Prefectures."

As soon as he said these words, Wei Dinggong's eyes flashed a little, and he suddenly condensed, and the rosary beads in his hand stopped.

He took a long breath, his face brightened with excitement, and he murmured: "That's right, I forgot, now we are not like the tree that caught the wind, the fire cooked the oil, and the palm of our hand could not sing. We now have a backer."

The green-haired strange bird reminded: "We are allies."

"Yes, yes, we are allies."

Lord Wei Ding was satisfied and said, "Since you are so sure, you must have already given a definite reply."

"Even the specific dates for each step have been agreed upon."

The green-haired strange bird fluttered its wings and flew up from the washbasin stand, circling around the room, "Just do your job with peace of mind. No one will forget your rightful place in the future! Go, go."

Get ready!”

Amid the noisy sound, the strange bird suddenly bumped into the corner where the wardrobe was and disappeared.

The two monks guarding the door rubbed their eyes and yawned. They knew nothing about the conversation that had just occurred in the room and did not hear any sound.

But soon, a big man with a beard as thick as a needle broke in and completely woke up the two monks.

The big man entered Wei Dinggong's room and whispered a few words softly.

Wei Dinggong looked a little surprised: "Have you found it accurately?"

"Master, don't worry. I'm not boasting. In terms of my ability in this area, my nose is much sharper than any other authentic Taoist sect."

The tall man with a long beard said confidently, "They are very well guarded, but I can smell the smell over there from a hundred feet away. During the entire ceremony, not a single ghost went up the mountain at all."

Wei Dinggong was completely relieved, calm and began to move the rosary beads again. This time, each rosary bead was moved extremely slowly.

"It actually failed, okay, okay."

………………

"There is no failure."

In the Zhenwu Temple, a group of Taoist priests gathered around the mourning hall.

Qiu Shi looked at the seven extinguished oil lamps, and the old god said thoughtfully, "The lamps were so bright that they burned out all the lamp oil in an instant. Not only did it mean that my soul summoning ceremony was successful, but even Master Jiuhe took the initiative to help me."

This kind of vision will only occur if the underworld strengthens its response."

Qiu Liang was puzzled: "So my uncle's soul is clear and he may have lived a good life in the underworld, but he only has one chance to return to the soul. Since he can respond to the human world, why not return to the Zhenwu Temple? Is there any other place that is more worthy of him?

Are you going to waste this only chance?"

Qiu Di's eyes lit up: "Yes! Master."

Many Taoist priests around thought it made sense and nodded in agreement.

Qiu Shi shook his head and said: "Ghosts are not omnipotent. When ghosts return to their souls, most of them have incomplete consciousness. Even if Uncle Master can stay awake, he can only go to a place where he knows the exact location. How could he know that Master is now

Where?"

The excitement on Qiu Di's face faded, and her brows furrowed.

Everyone was puzzled.

After a while, Qiu Shi felt relieved and said: "Hey, when Uncle Master was alive, we couldn't guess what he wanted to do. After he died, we thought we could guess him accurately. It was really arrogant. But after this experience

, at least we can be sure that Uncle Master's soul has not been harmed, which is a great blessing among misfortunes."

Qiu Di was unconvinced: "But without any clues about my uncle, where are we going to take revenge and where are we going to find the master?"

Guan Luoyang, who knew nothing about magic and had been silent all this time, finally had some room to speak on this issue and reached out to pat the autumn flute.

"Don't forget, the target of this group of people's revenge is also your senior brother Qiushi. It is impossible for them to just stop and disappear. They may even have some bigger plans. In the near future, as long as we pay attention to the changes in various aspects,

I'm sure I can catch their fox by the tail."

The tasks released by the main god space, such as Taoist and Buddhist battles, curbing wars, etc., from another perspective, can also be regarded as providing some clues to Guan Luoyang.

After all, the mission deadline is only three months. If there is no fighting between Taoism and Buddhism and no opportunity for war within three months, then these missions will not be completed.

Let's make a bolder guess. All tasks are closely related, so the current undercurrent of setting up a murderous plot is most likely a thread that connects various tasks.

Guan Luoyang thought silently: If the deadline is really three months, the rhythm of what these people will do next will probably be very tight.

What happened the next day confirmed Guan Luoyang's suspicion.

After sending Taoist Master Jiuhe to his burial, not long after returning to the Zhenwu Temple, a group of people began to bring up old matters and talk about the Hungry Ghost Festival Dharma Conference.

This time it's not in the name of negotiation.

But...

"The disappearance of Taoist Master Jiuying and the passing of Taoist Master Jiuhe certainly make us sigh with regret, but the Hungry Ghost Festival Dharma Conference is imminent, so we have to mention it."

The big man with a long beard who said this was named Daduo. He stood in the hall and cupped his hands to the four seats.

"Obviously the Zhenwu Temple can no longer host this Dharma Assembly. The Yulu Master's talisman given by the emperor was also clearly stated to be a virtuous person. Shouldn't the person who holds the talisman and preside over the Dharma Assembly be re-elected?"

In fact, there are not many sects in Chengyin Prefecture that really know magic, but in order to express their condolences to Taoist Master Jiuhe, during this period, temple directors and master magicians came from Jianping, Xin'an, Fenghua, Qinghua, Yanzhou and other prefectures.

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Now there are more than 300 people gathered together.

As soon as Duda's words were spoken, there were still people who were concerned about their friendship with the Zhenwu Temple, or were too proud to agree.
Chapter completed!