Chapter three hundred and seventh lure it into the Internet
In Yunyang Temple, Yi Wuya was practicing, and suddenly on a whim, he took out the turtle shell and performed some operations.
"It's already happened."
According to the divination prediction, the ghost girl Lady Twenty-eight was killed by a long sword in white clothes.
This means that something has happened and a war is imminent and inevitable.
However, Yi Wuya had made many inquiries in the past few days and found out that there was no ghost that matched the appearance in the ghost world of Gushan, including the remnants of the ghost tribe.
If it is said to be disguised as flesh clothes, then the investigation will be too difficult.
Ghosts make flesh clothes, which can often change their appearance and shape, making them so unrecognizable that even my mother and I cannot recognize them.
While he was meditating, something changed before his eyes. In the hexagram, the long sword in white appeared outside the Taoist temple.
"not good!"
In panic, Yi Wuya smashed the turtle shell to pieces on the spot and hurriedly turned around to find Professor Dong.
"Master is not good, a disaster is coming."
Professor Dong took a look at an old bamboo book and struggled to distinguish the handwriting on it. Hearing this, he looked up in astonishment.
"What's the matter? Are you in a hurry?"
Yi Wuya didn't dare to say that he was returning to Zangyi, but he was using his natural spiritual awareness as a pretense.
"Master, I had an idea in my dream. I calculated that an evil spirit had killed the ghost girl, Lady Twenty-eight, and blamed it on our Yunyang Temple. The evil spirit will soon arrive at the Taoist Temple."
Professor Dong was dubious, "There is still this matter."
When he thought about the fact that in recent years, the Gushan Ghost Market had used the murder of the ghost girl as an excuse to press forward step by step, his expression became cautious.
"Disciple, this matter is not trivial. You can't just talk nonsense."
"Master, if you don't believe me, just do the math."
Professor Dong always thought it was better to play it safe, so he picked up a few jade rings and began to make calculations.
"The ghost girl died, Gushan was in chaos, and Yunyang was defeated."
Nine characters appear on the hexagram. Well, this is the result of Yi Wuya's deliberate interference.
Professor Dong was furious, "This is unreasonable. If the ghost girl dies, she will die, and if Gushan is in chaos, it will be chaos. It is absolutely impossible for our Yunyang Temple to be destroyed."
He pulled Yi Wuya and said, "Hurry up, let's go find the temple owner."
The two of them had just walked a few steps when a boy next to the temple master sent a message, "The little Heavenly Master has returned to the Taoist temple and everyone has gone out to greet him."
Upon hearing the name of Little Heavenly Master, Professor Dong calmed down instantly and said, "Okay, I'll go right away."
"Who is the Little Heavenly Master?"
Yi Wuya was also surprised. He had never heard of such a person in a Taoist temple.
"The Little Heavenly Master is the future master of our Sanqing Palace, and he is also a being destined to become an immortal."
Professor Dong sighed, "Now that he is back, put everything else down and go and come with me to greet him. You can leave an impression in front of him and your future will be bright."
All the senior officials in Sanqing Palace knew about it and came out from everywhere to greet him.
On the Thunder Fire Palace side, after receiving the news, everyone also went out one after another.
Ding Zhangdian sighed, "It's a pity that Wang Fu is not here. If I can see Fu Yangmei, let him have a look. Our Leihuo Palace is not without talents."
After sighing, he led a group of senior officials from Thunder Fire Palace out and walked outside the Taoist temple.
"Cough, cough, cough, Master, the situation is not good!"
On the way, Professor Shao caught up with him, "I calculated a few days ago that the ghost girl Twenty-eight Lady is really dead, and she has a lot to do with the Taoist temple. As a result, Gushan's ghost world has a reputation as a troublemaker, and a bloody storm is inevitable.
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After hearing this, Master Ding raised his eyebrows slightly, "What are you afraid of? I haven't killed anyone in so many years. It's just right that they are coming to die."
After saying that, he looked in the direction of Gushan, "I hope Wang Fu can complete his mission and leave the mountain as soon as possible."
"Although Ouyang's character is not good, the Fifth Path disciples also have people from Sanqing Palace. They dare not not do their best to support the disciples. There should be no mistakes."
Outside Gushan...
Professor Ouyang's face was ashen. He had been exposed to the cold wind outside Gushan Mountain for dozens of days, but he didn't see a single disciple.
"This group of juniors is becoming more and more useless. Let me, the noble elder, wait here."
Thinking of this, his nose felt sore and he couldn't help but sneeze.
"Caught a cold!"
Wang Fu didn't know yet that he had perfectly avoided Professor Ouyang who was responding to him. At this moment, his heart was as tragic as Wang Erxiao, a kid herding cattle.
With the determination to sacrifice himself, he moved forward step by step, leading the Japanese to the ambush circle on the Eighth Route.
"Yi Wuya's side has already given him a warning in advance."
"Nowadays, as long as people in Taoist temples see the appearance of the Ninth Prince, they will definitely notice and reject him."
"With all the high-level officials in the Taoist temple out there, even if he is an evil ghost, he will be unable to fly."
In Yunyang's management temple, not only is the master of the temple, the heavenly master, in charge, but the Tai Ye who controls the ghost cave is also an evil ghost. How can the ninth prince be so arrogant?
Wang Fu thought to himself, let your sneaking in today turn into a forced break-in.
"Junior brother, you practice in Thunder Fire Hall, do you know Ding Zhang Hall?"
On the way, Fu Yangmei chatted with Wang Fu, and he was not indifferent at all.
"I know him, he is my master."
"It turns out that junior brother is the proud disciple of Ding Zhang Palace. It's disrespectful and disrespectful."
Wang Fu thought to himself, his teacher is always happy, so it would be best if you take the initiative to come to the door. He will make you burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, just in time for drinking.
The two of them had their own thoughts and soon walked through the plain fields and arrived at Yunyang Temple.
During this period, 'Fu Yangmei' saw dilapidated scenes everywhere and knew that ghosts were raging. He couldn't help but sigh, "When I come back this time, I will definitely assist my mentor and put down the ghosts in this place."
Wang Fu rolled his eyes inwardly, pretending to be as good as a movie actor.
"Got home."
'Fu Yangmei' saw Yunyang watching outside, turned to Wang Fu and said, "Junior brother, go in together!"
Before the two of them could take a step, a group of people appeared in the open space outside.
Deputy temple leader Li Yunke took the lead, and Ding Zhang from the Thunder Fire Palace, as well as other high-level officials that Wang Fu had seen and never met, were all in front of him.
Only the viewer is not among them!
Wang Fu thought to himself, "Oh no, how can I cope with the lack of the main force?"
Apart from him, the one who was still excited was Yi Wuya who was following Professor Dong in the crowd.
"It's him, it's him!"
The moment Wu Ya saw Fu Yang's eyebrows, he shouted excitedly, "Master Shi, according to the hexagram, he was the one who killed the ghost girl Twenty-eight Lady."
Professor Dong wanted to cover his mouth but it was too late. "Little Ancestor, you have killed me."
The surrounding eyes all looked over and fell on the master and disciple.
"Teacher Dong, take care of your disciples."
Li Yunke's voice came from afar, he was very dissatisfied.
Professor Dong was dripping with cold sweat and managed to twitch the corners of his mouth, but his smile was uglier than crying.
Wang Fu was so moved, "What a vest, you can share so much pressure with me!"
He stepped back and moved away from 'Fu Yangmei' calmly.
'Fu Yangmei''s attention was attracted by Yi Wuya, and he frowned.
A long rainbow rose from the Taoist temple, and then the cheerful voice of Temple Master Yunyang sounded, "My disciple is back."
Upon hearing these words, Professor Dong's heart suddenly sank, and the matter was completely escalating.
brush!
Temple Master Yunyang landed on the ground, looked at Fu Yang and nodded, "Not bad, I'm finally back."
Then he realized that something was wrong and the atmosphere around him was tense. He immediately asked, "What happened?"
Yi Wuya took a deep breath. If he couldn't reveal the sinister face of this ghost, how could he save Yunyang Temple and the people of the world?