come to the world

Chapter 138

After reading the announcement, Wu Ming bought some side dishes at the restaurant and asked about Pudu Cihang's news.

It's just a pity that this Pudu Cihang appeared a little suddenly, just like jumping out of a rock.

In restaurants, there are not a few people who travel far and wide, and there are also scholars who travel around.

But no one can tell the news of Purdue Cihang, as if Purdue Cihang has jumped from a transparent person to the throne of the national teacher overnight.

"Which temple master is this Purdue Cihang? How did he become a national teacher without making a sound?"

"Who says it's not? This Purdue Cihang has just been named a national teacher, and every state capital is about to build the Cihang Hall. I'm afraid he is not a merciful person. If he is really kind, there will be no big construction projects, and forced labor will be recruited." !"

"Oh, you can't say that. Ghosts and ghosts are rampant everywhere now. If there is a powerful national teacher sitting in the town, it is also a blessing for the common people. Let alone the ghost king here who robs relatives, he can always report to the national teacher. Take care of it!"

In the restaurant, following a notice, aroused many people's discussion.

Those who applaud think that the world is not peaceful, and it is a good thing that the imperial court canonize the national teacher.

Those who dismantle the stage feel that as soon as Pudu Cihang appears, it will cost people and money, and I am afraid that they are not easy to deal with.

Wu Ming listened for a while, but didn't hear any useful news. It wasn't until he was about to leave that someone said: "You guys are haunted, but it's already considered good. You don't know, our Guo There is a Lanruo Temple in Bei County, that is the real devil's lair!"

"Lanruo Temple!" Hearing this name, Wu Ming, who was about to leave, paused slightly.

This traveling merchant from Guobei County, seeing Wu Ming looking back, couldn't help but ask, "This friend, have you heard of the name of Lanruo Temple?"

"I've heard of such a famous place, how come I haven't heard of it!" Wu Ming smiled and asked casually, "This old man, how far is Guobei County from here?"

"It's more than 800 miles to the southwest, even if you take the main road, it will take more than half a month to get there, but it's a long way!" The tourist replied casually, and then talked about the horror of Lanruo Temple with the people around him.

Wu Ming held the bought food and drinks in his hand, answered a few casual words with the other party, and then turned around and left the restaurant.

Lanruo Temple and Nie Xiaoqian are not the issues that Wu Ming can care about now.

When the story of the fairy in the painting is over, Wu Ming plans to go to the fairy to visit the Tao. If the two parties are destined, they can go and see it.

Carrying the bought food and drinks, Wu Ming left the town and headed for Wumenju.

It was already evening at this time, and Cui Shusheng was sitting in the gazebo, holding a scroll and reading intently, with a smirk on his face.And Yan Shi was lying on the ground, holding a jar of fine wine in his arms, as if he had learned the true meaning of wine.

Wu Ming walked outside the gate and saw both of them in the gazebo, so he walked over with food.

Cui Shusheng suddenly raised his head when he smelled the scent around him, looking for the source of the scent.

"It smells so good, what delicious food did you buy?"

Cui Hongjian swallowed his saliva, stretched his neck to take a closer look, and exclaimed: "Boiled chicken, crispy duck, pork head meat, sweet and sour fish! Wow, what a sumptuous dinner, what a treat!"

"Food!"

Glancing at Cui Shusheng's beauty picture, Wu Ming shook his head and said, "I thought beauty was delicious, and you don't have to eat anymore. By the way, call the one who is drunk and dreamy to come over, let's play decadent after eating."

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Wu Ming's tone, Cui Hongjian smiled and put away the scroll, and pulled up Yan Shi who was lying on the ground.

Yan Shi reeked of alcohol and sat on the table shaking his head, as if he was stupid.

Wu Ming looked at Yan Shi beside him, and while motioning to Cui Hongjian to serve the meal, he said, "Hu Jiumei is the ghost king Nine-tailed Fox, and now her ashes are in my hands. Yan Shi, do you have the kind of master who uses the ashes?" A means to control ghosts?"

"I don't know, my head is messed up now, you can find it yourself." Yan Shi replied with a drunken eye, fumbled in his chest with his hands, and took out something that looked like a cheat book.

Throwing the cheat book in his hand on the table, Yan Shi picked up the wine jar and took a few gulps.

Wu Ming looked at Yan Shi's state, then looked at the book on the table with the words "Conjuration and Secret Art", hesitantly said: "I can't find it by myself, if your master comes back, ask It’s hard to explain it!”

"What do you explain? Being a Taoist priest can't slay demons and eliminate demons. What's the use of keeping secret books! Look, just read it casually, even if I'm kicked out of the master's school, it's no big deal!" Yan Shi looked really drunk, but Even Yan Chixia was no longer afraid.

You know, Wu Ming also asked Yan Shi before, what kind of spells he practiced.

At that time, Yan Shi just smiled and didn't answer, not to mention taking out the secret book, just refused to say a word.

Now, after drinking a few more sips of Fenjiu, Yan Shi became more courageous.

Wu Ming was really curious, whether it was a cowardly person, or an outburst in silence.

However, no matter whether it's an outburst or cowardly, Yan Shi himself is not afraid, and Wu Ming has nothing to taboo.

At that moment, Wu Ming took over the secret spells of incantations, looking for ways to control ghosts with corpses, and even kill them.

"Hey, how could this happen!" After looking through it, Wu Ming suddenly realized that the book of spells and secrets in his hand was actually just a basic chapter.

Many of the spells recorded above are obviously only for beginners to learn, and there are no advanced spells at all, let alone ghost control and other side methods.

"Yan Shi, isn't this book complete?" Wu Ming frowned and asked Yan Shi.

Yan Shi shook his head, took a while to react, and said, "This book in my hand is the first part, the second part and the second part are in the hands of my master, I haven't learned it yet!"

"Oh, I really convinced you!" Wu Ming sighed, no wonder Yan Shi dared to take it out, it turns out that this book of secret arts is only a basic chapter.

For ordinary people, getting this basic article is like a treasure.

But for Wu Ming, the method of controlling ghosts he was looking for had already gone beyond the basic scope.It was a waste of joy that the book was of no use to him.

"Forget it, let's eat first." Wu Ming didn't find what he wanted, so he returned the book to Yan Shi.

After dinner, it was already dark.

Cui Hongjian finished packing his things, went back to his room, and continued to go crazy.

And Yan Shi was lying in the gazebo, pretending to be dead without moving, it seemed that he didn't plan to move tonight.

Seeing the appearance of the two, Wu Ming shook his head and left without saying anything.

Back in the tent, Wu Ming inspected Hu Jiumei's ashes, and then picked up the Book of Merlin to read.

Looking at it, he forgot the passage of time, and Wu Ming didn't put down his book until after three o'clock in the morning and fell asleep.

"Wake up, people inside, wake up quickly!"

In a trance, Wu Ming heard someone shouting outside, as if they were calling him.

In a daze, Wu Ming came out of the tent. He saw four green-faced and fang-toothed little ghosts, carrying a black cap, blocking the door of his tent.

"Oh, you are awake, we have been calling you for a long time!" Seeing Wu Ming come out, the four little ghosts put down their petite children and said, "Sir, we are here to invite you to the mansion under the order of the master." Get together!"

"master!"

Looking at the two little ghosts, Wu Ming frowned slightly, and asked back: "Who is your master, but the ghost king on Yinfeng Mountain, Hu Jiumei?"

"Wrong, big mistake!" The four little ghosts looked at each other and smiled, and said in unison: "My master's surname is Song, and Miss Hu Jiumei is my master's goddaughter!"

(End of this chapter)