surnamed Wang

Liao Yuanzheng drove Wang Pingquan all the way to the suburbs. There were fewer and fewer people along the way. After driving over a stone bridge, they finally arrived at a village.

Many people in the village were already asleep. Liao Yuanzheng parked his car in front of a house with a light on and knocked on the door.

The house in front of me was no different from the surrounding one, all with white walls and red tiles. The only exception was the two red lanterns in front of the door, which looked a little unusual. The lights flickered like candles.

Just as Wang Biquan raised his head to look at the lantern, the door opened and a middle-aged man stuck his head out. He glanced at Liao Yuanzheng and then at Wang Biquan. He let the two of them in without asking any questions.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry for disturbing you in the middle of the night." Liao Yuanzheng apologized.

"It doesn't matter."

The middle-aged man didn't seem to be good at words. He just smiled innocently and went to the kitchen to boil water.

Wang Pingquan looked at the courtyard in front of him. This place is not big, but it can scare the first time people come. If a child comes, he will probably cry and make trouble on the spot.

There is a shed built at the south end of the yard. Under the shed are filled with various paper figures and horses. This is clearly a paper shop.

Perhaps for fear of provoking unclean things, all the paper ties were untouched, and some debris seemed to be piled randomly at the foot of the wall, but in fact it formed an insurmountable thunder pool formation.

Seeing Wang Biquan staring at those dead things with great interest, Liao Yuanzheng looked at them a few more times. He himself had been in a panic most of the night, always feeling that those things had spirituality.

Wang Biquan withdrew his gaze and said casually:
"Master Liao, this Mr. Zhao is indeed quite capable. When you return to the West after a hundred years, you must buy his paper."

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about?"

Liao Yuanzheng, who has never believed in ghosts and gods, also violated a taboo today.

While the two were chatting, the middle-aged man came out of the kitchen with a pot of tea. The three of them sat down at a square table in the courtyard. Liao Yuanzheng explained his intention.

Zhao Guozhong listened carefully and looked at Wang Biquan with curiosity. The so-called real person does not show his face. The young man in front of him looks ordinary, but in fact he has the aura of a Taoist monk. The momentum should be the best technique.

"What's the name of this little brother?"

"Junior Wang Dingquan has met Taoist Master Qingwei Zhao."

Wang Pingquan gave the other party a Taoist salute, and the middle-aged man looked surprised and said:
"How did you know that I come from the Qingwei sect?"

"Taoist Master Zhao has three fields of sound, his five internal organs are ringing, and there is a sound of wind and thunder. It can be seen that he has practiced the orthodox thunder method of Taoism. I am not talented as a junior. I have met several senior Qingwei and I am familiar with the trend of thunder method, so I am bold. Make speculations.”

Zhao Guozhong nodded and smiled:

"There are not many young people like you nowadays. I am indeed a disciple of Qingwei. It's a pity that I am not good at studying, otherwise I wouldn't be able to deal with someone who has resurrected a corpse."

"The Taoist priest is saying that the group of tomb robbers used the method of reviving corpses?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "I originally thought it was a corpse exorcism technique. I tried using five thunders to block the flow of yin and yang, but it still didn't work. The corpse had been decaying for a long time, but its movements were still flexible. It was very similar to the reanimation of corpses in the records of the master. .”

"I can't even deal with lightning magic. I'm afraid it's not that simple. Could it be an immortal magic?"

There are three, six or nine levels of magic, including Taoism, Immortality, Buddhism, God, Evil, and Demon.

As a Taoist, most of them stay in the realm of Taoism. Their tricks are nothing more than asking gods to send generals and borrowing the power of immortals from heaven and earth.If you want to further increase your power and make hundreds of ghosts scatter and thousands of demons flee, you need to become an immortal and completely become an immortal.

Jiuyuan's so-called immortals do have a technique similar to that of resurrecting corpses, which can take over the bodies of living people or recently deceased corpses and bring them back to life.

It's just that once the body seizing method is used, it will invisibly damage the luck and be infected by the turbid air of the world. A real immortal will not use it easily, let alone use it to dig graves.

Wang Pingquan turned his head and asked Liao Yuanzheng, who had been in a fog:
"Mr. Liao, when will those people take action next time?"

"It's only a few days."

"Okay, then I will fight with them."

Wang Biquan spoke lightly, but the old man on the side looked worried. After all, the other person was just a child, could he really deal with such a mysterious and mysterious thing? …

The two said goodbye to Zhao Guozhong and drove back. Before leaving, Wang Dingquan asked for some yellow paper and cinnabar and stuffed it randomly into his pocket.

Liao Yuanzheng was silent for a long time, and finally said:

"Quan, if you're not sure, forget it, I'll find someone else..."

Wang Pingquan interrupted the opponent directly:
"Don't worry, old man. I cherish my own life the most. If I can't beat him, I will definitely kill him as soon as possible."

Seeing how confident he was, Liao Yuanzheng felt a little relieved.

Three days passed by. Wang Biquan had been waiting for news that if he dared to dig up the Wang family's ancestral graves on the grounds of the capital, he would take the initiative even without Mr. Liao's invitation.

In the evening, the phone I had been waiting for for a long time finally rang. The other end of the phone lacked the calmness of the past and said concisely:
"Xiao Quan, those people are starting to take action."

"Okay, I'll wait at the company."

Less than a quarter of an hour later, a car stopped downstairs. Wang Pingquan opened the door and found two people sitting in the back seat.

The slightly younger one he had met before was Zhao Guozhong. The other one was about sixty years old, with gray temples and a smile. When he saw him, he took the initiative to say hello:
"This is Brother Wang, right?"

"you are?"

"I am Guozhong's senior brother, my surname is Liu."

"Oh, Daozhang Liu, nice to meet you."

Old Man Liu was carrying a bulging shoulder bag and was wearing a Tang suit and cloth shoes. He looked like an immortal, but the gold watch in his hand looked out of place.

The auras of the two senior brothers were similar. It seemed that Mr. Liao was afraid that Wang Biquan would not be his opponent, so he specially invited him to help out.

A few people briefly analyzed the situation along the way. When they arrived, it was already dark.

Zhao Guozhong and Old Man Liu began to set up formations with small yellow flags. Wang Biquan knew that this was a bit redundant, so he climbed up to observe the terrain.

The Wang family's dragon veins are majestic and extraordinary, and they are still impressive after thousands of years. Wang Biquan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, seeming to say to himself:

"Don't let the chain slip for a while."

Jumping down the hillside, Zhao Guozhong and his two men had already set up a formation, with a Yin Dou in front and a thunder pool in the back. There was also a seven-level lock on the outer layer. As long as something with Yin and Yang Qi was used, there would be no possibility of escape after entering.

In order to protect ordinary people like Liao Yuanzheng, they also specially set up a diamond formation to block evil spirits.

Wang Biquan didn't know much about Taoist formations, but he was still an immortal. He could see the general purpose at a glance. He stepped forward and said:
"Have you two Taoists ever seen a true immortal?"

"I've met him once or twice, but I haven't fought each other." Zhao Guozhong said expressionlessly.

Old man Liu lit a cigarette, showed his yellow teeth, and said with a smile:

"It's a pity that we fight monsters and evil spirits, but we have never fought against Xian'er."

"Maybe this opportunity will come."

As soon as Wang Pingquan finished speaking, a young man in his twenties ran towards him. As he approached, he lowered his voice and said:

"Bureau Liao, they've started."

Liao Yuanzheng's expression immediately became serious, he cupped his hands towards the three of them and said:
"Everyone, it's time to work."

... (end of this chapter)