After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

In Mr. Wang's opinion, although the tall and thin Taoist's magic is exquisite, it lacks the feeling of saving all sentient beings like the fat monk.

But it seems that both of them have their own strengths.

"The two masters are equally matched in their spells, but they only have one bounty. This puts me in a difficult position."

Although Mr. Wang wanted to target the fat monk, the tall and thin Taoist's methods were also extraordinary. Now it was his turn to be in trouble.

The butler next to him quietly pulled Mr. Wang and said in his ear: "Master, since they are so powerful, it is better to keep them all."

Yes, these two people are very powerful and have a better chance of winning against the evil thing.

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Mr. Wang secretly thought that he was confused. He coughed lightly, raised his hands to the two of them and said, "These two masters are so powerful that they put me in a difficult position. If both of them can stay, how about sharing the bounty equally after removing the evil thing?"

He thought for a while, fearing that their lions would open their mouths, so he quickly added another sentence.

"Of course, this is just my suggestion. If one of the two voluntarily withdraws, the bonus will belong to the other person."

After hearing what Mr. Wang said, the two looked at each other and snorted coldly at the same time.

The tall and thin Taoist said: "Slaying demons and eliminating demons is the duty of Taoists like us. Poor Taoists only come here for evil things. As for the reward, there is no difference between more and less."

The fat monk was naturally unwilling to be at a disadvantage and said: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? The same goes for the poor monk."

Seeing that the two of them stayed at the same time, Mr. Wang was relieved and his face was full of smiles.

He immediately ordered his servants to disperse the onlookers, and then asked the tall and thin Taoist man and the fat monk: "I haven't asked the names of these two masters yet..."

"Reverend Longxiang, a poor Taoist, is the master of Baiyun Temple in Dieyun Mountain."

"A poor monk named Zhitong is a wandering monk."

The two announced their legal names.

Mr. Wang nodded, and after being polite to the two of them, he said to them: "I have already arranged the room. You two will rest and recuperate. The evil thing will come out when it gets dark."

"Not urgent."

Taoist Longxiang was the first to speak: "Where is Mr. Wang now? Please take Mr. Wang to take Pindao to have a look and see why he is waiting for evil things to harm him. Pindao can also cast a spell accordingly."

"That's how it should be."

Although fellow travelers are enemies, Taoist Longxiang's words were agreed with by Monk Zhitong. Once you understand the characteristics of evil things, you will have confidence in your heart and you will be more confident in dealing with evil things.

Zhitong said: "I heard that the prince is bedridden. The poor monk is proficient in the art of Qi Huang. Maybe he can save the prince."

Mr. Wang was overjoyed, nodded and said, "In that case, two masters, come with me."

Mr. Wang led the way, and the two of them followed him.

Chen Zun and Qingqiu Ya'er, who had already become invisible, also followed.

With their level of cultivation, no one would be able to tell.

Under the leadership of Mr. Wang, the group came to a closed room in the backyard of the palace and stopped, not daring to take another step forward.

Chen Zun looked up, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

I saw talismans posted everywhere in front of the door of the room, and scriptures were written all over the door and windows.

In the courtyard outside the door, there were traces of slashing and slashing everywhere, and there were black marks of fire in many places, which were obviously left after a fight.

But that's not what surprised him. What surprised him was that the room was filled with a strong gloomy atmosphere...it was ghost energy.

Chen Zun's eyes flashed with inspiration, he turned on his spiritual vision, and everything in the room came into view.

He found a person lying on the bed, a frail scholar. He was so angry that if his chest didn't rise and fall slightly, it would be an exaggeration to say that he was dead.

However, the scholar is just a mortal, and strangely, this rich ghostly aura emanates from him.

Things are indeed not simple.

Taoist Long Xiang and Monk Zhitong who came to the courtyard also noticed this ghostly aura.

Suddenly, a breeze blew up outside the courtyard, hitting Mr. Wang and others, making them shiver and feel cold all over.

Taoist Longxiang frowned, turned to Mr. Wang and said, "Is this the residence of Mr. Wang?"

"It's the dog's room."

Mr. Wang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded.

Taoist Longxiang asked again: "Why don't you open the doors and windows?"

Mr. Wang replied: "You can't open it...if, if you open it, the whole palace will be enveloped in a cold air, which will make people sick."

Ghost energy is a cold and cold energy. If a mortal is corroded by ghost energy, it is indeed easy to get sick.

Taoist Longxiang nodded and said, "Then let's go in and take a look."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang shook his head like a rattle, took a few steps back, with a look of fear on his face, and said, "You two masters can just go in, but I won't go in."

Taoist Long Xiang expressed his understanding. Mortals cannot touch the appearance of ghost energy.

"Okay, you guys wait outside, Pindao can go in and take a look."

After saying that, he walked away, came to the door, opened the door and walked in.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is leaving."

Monk Zhitong recited the Buddha's name and walked forward.

The invisible Chen Zun and the two walked in openly.

After Taoist Long Xiang entered the room, he felt that the room was dim and a ghostly aura came towards him. The Bagua diagram on his Taoist robe turned slightly, but the ghostly aura could not corrode his body at all.

He took the mahogany sword in his hand and held a few talisman papers in his other hand. He came to the bed and stared at the frail scholar on the bed.

But he saw that the frail scholar had his eyes closed tightly, his face was pale and bloodless, and the coldness around him was a little stronger.

"Hey, the ghost spirit is so strong."

Monk Zhitong's body exuded a faint golden light, and he came to the bed despite the ghost aura.

Taoist Longxiang glanced sideways at him and said mockingly: "I thought that you, a bald donkey, wouldn't dare to come in."

Monk Zhitong looked serious and said, "Niubi, now is not the time to quarrel. We are all in the same boat now. It's better to think about how to deal with that evil thing."

Taoist Master Long Xiang pointed at Mr. Wang and asked, "Then tell me what happened to him."

Monk Zhitong looked at it for a while before slowly speaking.

"If the poor monk read it correctly, it was the ghost energy entering his body that caused all his yang energy to dissipate. If he hadn't been young, he would have died long ago."

Taoist Long Xiang glanced at Monk Zhitong unexpectedly: "Did you see it too? He has some ability."

"I am over-flattered."

Monk Zhitong smiled, but frowned, and said: "But something is wrong. The body function of this prince is deteriorating. This ghost energy seems not to be the cause of his coma, but more like the ghost energy continuing his life." vitality."

These words reminded Taoist Long Xiang of the past about Prince Wang. This son had been frail and sick since childhood, and his appearance indicated that he was short-lived. He was lucky enough to be alive until now.

Taoist Long Xiang had a guess in his heart, and an idea flashed through his mind, and when he spoke he was shocked.