Di Chener and his two fell on the eaves, and chose a place with few people to see the thunder falling on that day and the pond and the water in the pond.

"Somewhat scary." Yu Lianyi approached Baiyi slightly, looking at the sky thunder and feeling a little daunted.

"Have you never seen the heavenly tribulation?" Di Chen'er asked continuously, "Although this thunder is not as good as the heavenly tribulation, it is more than the number and the series of sounds, and the spiritual energy in it is not rich in the heavenly tribulation."

Yu Lianyi sighed, "Anyway, I'm afraid of thunder since I was a child, so I can't do anything about it."

Some boys are also afraid of thunder, so girls are also afraid of thunder. After all, the thunder is shocking and shocking.

In order to divert her attention, Di Chen'er's chin pointed towards the pond, "Don't care about the dense thunder, listen to the dragon roar more, maybe there are some benefits for you in the future."

"Dragon Roar?"

"Yes, although it has no substantial effect, if you encounter a dragon in the future and ask him, you will be frightened by the dragon's power and be scared out of your courage. Wouldn't it be a sheep entering the tiger's mouth?"

"Young Master, wait." Yu Lianyi interrupted the topic, pointed to Bantang, scratched her head and asked, "Where... is there a dragon roar?"

Hearing this, Di Chen'er was slightly stunned and frowned and asked, "Have you heard it?"

After hearing this, Yu Lianyi closed her eyes and looked for the so-called sound of the dragon roar. However, outside the sound of rain hitting the banana leaves and thunder, there were only the noise of the crowd and some noises left.

Seeing her shaking her head, Di Chen'er suddenly wondered, and then landed on a crowded place and asked if they had heard the dragon roar, but the answers they got were the same, as if no one except him could hear the increasingly loud dragon roar.

Immediately, a voice suddenly came into the ears of Di Chen'er who was whispering.

"Are you finally coming back?"

"I can finally see you again, right?"

"You wait for me, I will break that taboo realm, wait for me, and I must wait for me."

“…”

This is a woman's voice, with a tone of sorrow and surprise, just like a sudden joy and excitement when she meets again after a long time.

"Who is it?!"

Di Chen'er suddenly asked, and was so shocked that all the monks on the side looked at him in surprise. Some even asked him, "Whether you are sick?" However, Di Chen'er refused to listen to these words, so later Yu Lianyi smiled and knocked those people away, roared at Di Chen'er's ear, and woke him up.

Yu Lianyi frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you, Mr. Emperor?"

"Didn't you hear that voice?" Di Chen'er's eyebrows were even stronger. "A woman's voice seemed to be waiting for someone to come back, and she also said she wanted to break the taboo realm. Didn't you hear such words?"

Yu Lianyi shook her head and said worriedly: "Young Master Di, have you felt the wind and cold for too long when you were in the rain, so that you had auditory hallucinations?"

In response, Di Chen'er looked at her and shook her head solemnly: "No, how could a mere little rain cause me to suffer from wind and cold?"

At this point, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said in surprise: "Is it the dragon roar!"

Facing the Emperor's words, Yu Lianyi didn't speak much for a while, but she secretly listened to what the Dragon Roar and Emperor said, but she still got nothing.

The helpless Yu Lianyi also knew the identity of Prince Emperor, so she naturally knew that he had more experience than herself, so she would not regard him as a sick person like others.

Soon, Yu Lianyi heard Wei Daquan's scream and hurriedly looked, frowned and called back the thoughts of the Emperor's son, and said worriedly: "Young Master Emperor, look, it's the Taoist priest of Maoshan! He must have said something nonsense to Uncle Wei again. Should we help a group of Uncle Wei?"

"Walk."

Di Chen'er, who had recovered from his senses, said bluntly.

——

At this time, at the intersection of strokes and thunder on the rainy night, many monks had already fallen on the eaves of the backyard where Bantang Pond was located. Wei Daquan, the head of the Wei family, was standing at the threshold of the backyard. Tongsai shopkeeper and other monk friends in Chentang Pass were looking at the Wei family Bantang Pond, which seemed to be causing a thunder pool.

Thunders and lightning struck the pond halfway, and layers of silver light emitted dazzling thunder, causing the green trees and red walls of the backyard to change their colors, making them look unspeakable and shrill.

"What's going on?" Shopkeeper Sai frowned and asked Wei Daquan beside him, guessing: "Can it be that this pool has brought the heavenly punishment?"

The monks and colleagues all looked at the head of the Wei family, but how should Wei Daquan, who was also confused, explain? He shook his head intently, "It's still unclear."

Before he finished speaking, someone suddenly sighed and said with regret:

"What a pity, it's a pity!"

Hearing this, everyone frowned and looked in the voice with a little curious gaze.

The Taoist Master Zhan, who was invited by Yuzishu Jianmen from Maoshan, shook his head and lamented, slowly walked up to him, with a helpless destiny, but he was not helpless.

Wei Daquan's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't find Taoist Master Li Qing's figure on both sides. He hurriedly went forward to Taoist Master Zhan, who was ill and went to the doctor. He bowed and asked, "Master Zhan has understood the Lei Jing at the moment? If so, I would like to ask the Taoist Master to give me some advice and tell me good or bad luck, so that Wei's heart would be more relieved. Naturally, the Wei family would not treat Taoist Master unfairly."

"Then I will tell you a frank?" Master Zhan was not stingy at all, nor did he pursue the previous refusal of being refuted. After seeing Wei Daquan nodding, he sighed and said, "It's not that I want to wait for you to nod, but that I'm waiting for you to make mental preparations. Do you understand this?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Daquan's face was immediately pale and he looked at the shopkeeper Sai who was not surprised by his usual behavior. The latter looked at his face and asked quickly: "Since Master Zhan dares to speak like this, I think there is a way to avoid misfortune. I don't know what Chang wants? As long as he can do it, I believe Brother Wei will definitely not be stingy."

Facing such straightforward words, Master Zhan said: "This is a sign of great danger. It is a sign of evil light that is used to induce the thunder pool of heaven to cause evil light. He has not burned and cremated corpses and clothes as the channel said before. If it is buried in this thunderstorm, there will be a zombie deception and a zombie return. If this thunder keeps stopping, there will be a disaster of blood and a disaster of return."

The monks all frowned, and Taoist Zhan explained: "The zombie that is stagnant but sleepless will become zombies. There is a method of dealing with the corresponding magic method on Maoshan. Moreover, the ancestor of Maoshan fought with the zombie king generals and ministers for hundreds of years. Among them, the heavenly appearances presented by the zombies are included in Maoshan classics. It is not convenient to say more here.

As mentioned earlier, Old Mrs. Wei was killed by unfilial descendants and would definitely not be able to rest in her eyes. Now it is raining heavily, and the sky thunder has been scattered and the resentment of the body is condensed and the throat is in its last breath. Moreover, the heavenly thunder contains more violent anger, abundant spiritual energy, and the zombie becomes stagnant. Come back to seek revenge to death."

The monks did not understand the words of Maoshan Taoist priests, and even said blind spots in knowledge, so they did not understand this. However, they also heard from it that the old lady's death was unhappy and harmed by unworthy descendants.

Wei Daquan, who was confused, asked urgently: "What kind of solution does Taoist Zhan have?"

"Yes!" Taoist Master Zhan stroked the goat's beard and smiled: "But the things that the channel asks for are very precious. I wonder if the head of the Wei family will send it to the channel."

Sure enough, no profit will be done.

After thinking about it for a while, Wei Daquan clasped his fists and said, "As long as the Taoist priest can stop the disaster of the Wei family, no matter what the Taoist priest wants, Wei Daquan will never blink and be vague!"

"That thousand-year-old ginseng." Taoist Zhan was also unambiguous and straightforward.

Upon hearing this, Wei Daquan hesitated. Although the thousand-year-old ginseng was a centenary birthday gift for my mother, I have passed away now. Therefore, the thousand-year-old ginseng is just a purchase for the Wei family for middle-aged people.

If you can use a thousand-year-old ginseng to avoid disasters in the Wei family, then it is not impossible to lose money and eliminate disasters.

But... this thousand-year-old ginseng plant has been told by my mother in her suicide note and gave it to the demon king.

"The Taoist priest doesn't know that the thousand-year-old ginseng is no longer in the hands of the Wei family." Wei Daquan frowned and discussed: "I don't know if the priest can change it. Even if he throws a lot of gold, Wei must have come to the Taoist priest."

Now it was Master Zhan’s turn to hesitate. His purpose was to come for the thousand-year-old ginseng. If the Wei family couldn’t take it out, wouldn’t those words just now be like a fart?

And wasting words.

After a moment of hesitation, Taoist Master Maoshan waved his sleeves and turned around and left in front of everyone. The monks such as Wei Daquan and others kept him hard, but they were ultimately unable to defeat the coldness of others.

But just as everyone was eager to persuade him to keep him, a white dress fell in front of Master Zhan, holding a red rope in his hand, and a millennium ginseng with excellent color was tied to the lower end of the red rope.

"Master Zhan, you have something to discuss, why are you so affectionate?" Di Chen'er stood in front of him, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "If I ask the Taoist priest a few questions and the Taoist priest can answer, I can give in to this ginseng, so good?"

Suddenly, Baiyi, who claimed to be a disciple of the Blue Monument, was blocked by the way. Taoist Zhan was a little angry at first, and he had already held a copper coin sword in his hand hidden in his wide sleeves. However, before he could fight, he saw the thousand-year-old ginseng and squeezed out his smile for a moment.

Taoist Zhan smiled and said, "It's so good."

Di Chen'er asked: "How did the Taoist priest learn that the old lady Wei was killed by Wei Bantang?"

Master Zhan said bluntly: "You can open your eyes to find out."

Di Chen'er sneered and asked again: "Can the Taoist priest calculate my fingers and calculate what kind of person I have with me?"

Master Zhan said decisively: "The sky eye is opened once every three days, and it has been opened once this morning, so it cannot be opened again today."

Di Chen'er curled his lips and asked again: "Master, do you hear the sound of dragon roar in the water of the pond?"
Chapter completed!