After bankruptcy, I relied on metaphysics to become a top wealthy family

Qing Shuming is indeed a big mouth. Before Bai Zhi asked anything, he started talking to himself again.

"Don't pretend with me. I know everything. I'm very good at surfing the Internet. I saw your moves. You swallowed up the Wang family in one piece. You're so courageous. You're worthy of being the young man I admire!"

"Don't worry, I've kicked that damn Wang Zhao out of here!"

"Kick out?" Bai Zhi frowned.

She was kicked out, so who could she ask?

Qing Shuming said proudly.

"Nonsense! That old fellow made up a lie without even starting with the draft. He actually said that you are the reincarnation of the old ancestor Zhaiyue, and you are here to cause trouble in the world.

No, he is sick. You are the Patriarch Zhaiyue, and I am still the Taishang Laojun!

Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning for saying such nonsense, little girl? I admit that you have some strength, but that is the ancestor Zhaiyue!

No one can get close to Master Zhaiyue, he is my idol!"

Qing Shuming blew his beard proudly and leaned back in the recliner in a unkempt manner.

Just kidding, Patriarch Zhaiyue, a genius girl, realized the immortal bone when she was a teenager.

He was a genius in cultivation and within a few years, he jumped several levels and his vitality rose to the third level of pure Yuan.

She is the only one in the world. Even the unrivaled talent Zhang Yingfeng had to practice hard for thirty years before he achieved it, not to mention Taoist Master Youshen, who took even longer.

Zhaiyue is a living genius.

Qing Shuming has always regarded her as an idol.

It’s a pity that he was a small figure before and had no chance to meet Zhaiyue. Now that he is the abbot, Zhaiyue has passed away.

In this life, if he could say a word to Patriarch Zhaiyue, he would be fulfilled!

While Qing Shuming was secretly feeling regretful, Bai Zhi was in turmoil.

Wang Zhao actually revealed her identity directly.

Bai Zhi knew what Wang Zhao was saying without even having to guess.

she asked.

"Did Wang Zhao mean that Zhaiyue was filled with hatred and wanted the entire world to be buried with her death fifty years ago?"

Qing Shuming was laughing happily, but was stunned when he heard this.

"How do you know! Oh, the little girl is really good, she said exactly the same thing as that old guy Wang Zhao!"

Qing Shuming showed contempt on his face.

"That old guy just can't stand seeing others do well! Although Patriarch Zhaiyue was arrogant, she didn't do anything bad. She even helped my senior brother catch ghosts. My senior brother was boasting about it for several years.

Speaking of which, if that kid Wang Zhao hadn't joined forces with several Taoist sects to lobby my ancestor fifty years ago, insisting that Zhaiyue was a man who destroyed the world, how could ancestor Zhaiyue have died in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Abyss?

Bah, fifty years later, you still want to use this trick to deceive people, I am not my ancestor, I don't believe it!"

Qing Shuming made a series of comments, but Bai Zhi frowned.

It turns out that this is how Wang Zhao lobbied Xuanmen fifty years ago.

Fifty years ago, he proposed the theory of a world-destroying disaster, but how did Wang Zhao know about it?

Qing Shuming on the other end was still muttering to himself.

"Little girl, you don't know that when Qingshan Temple wanted to send people to wipe out Zhaiyueju, I kowtowed in front of the old ancestor's door for a whole night. I still remember that day, it was snowing heavily... Hey, hey, hey! Little girl!"

As Qing Shuming was talking, there was a sudden beep from the other end of the phone.

He jumped up and said, "You rude girl, you just hung up on your elders!"

Qing Shuming lay back in the recliner angrily, but his relaxed expression was completely gone.

Ancestor Zhaiyue is a man of extraordinary talent.

What if that person really comes back?

Then come back.

A disaster that destroys the world?

Fuck this world-destroying disaster!

It's all false accusations!

......

It was already dark. Bai Zhi did not use the Jiangshan brush, but just walked aimlessly on the street.

There are not many people in this place, it is unusually quiet.

Bai He followed Bai Zhi and always felt that her ancestor was worried lately.

He was just about to say something to liven up the atmosphere when Bai Zhi had already spoken.

"Bai He."

Bai He was stunned for a moment: "Huh? What's wrong, ancestor?"

Bai Zhi turned around and saw Bai He staring at her stupidly with big eyes.

She looked down at the soul-transferring symbiosis technique on her wrist, not knowing whether to ask Bai He or herself.

"Tell me, who cast this symbiosis spell?"

Bai He was even more confused.

"How can I know something that even our ancestors don't know?"

Bai Zhi found it a little funny to hear Bai He's frank stupidity.

"Yes."

She doesn’t even know, how could Bai He know?

"But." Bai He added, "Didn't my mother say that when I was a child, there was a Taoist priest who gave me this name? I think it must have been the Taoist priest who did it."

Speaking of this, Bai Zhi also felt a little strange.

In terms of friendship, she is only friendly with the people of Zhaiyueju. Who in this world wants her to come back?

Also, her soul had been completely divided up by the little ghosts, so how did she get back to this body?

It's a mess and I can't sort it out.

As she spoke, Bai Zhi paused and looked up.

Bai He also looked up.

"Tianxiacang?"

She turned her head to look at Bai Zhi: "Ancestor, do you have something to do with Boss Cang?"

Bai Zhi didn't say anything, just nodded and walked in.

Bai He also followed him in, but stayed in the outer room to look at the magic weapons and did not follow him in.

In the inner room, as if someone had sensed something, a pot of hot tea had been prepared.

The scent of agarwood in the room flowed down, penetrated the window, and spread outside. Bai Zhi could smell it before she came in.

"coming."

Cang Yingfeng was still wearing the silver-black mask. His expression was unknown, just like his tone, calm.

Baizhi sat down skillfully on the mahogany chair, picked up the teacup and smelled it but did not drink it.

Cang Yingfeng sneered and reminded, "No poison."

Bai Zhi's mouth was tense, and she obviously didn't find it funny.

"You went to Zhaiyueju after I died."

As soon as these words came out, the man opposite paused and the beautiful stream of water came to an abrupt stop.

"Yes."

"What are you going to do?"

Bai Zhi's straightforward question made people feel a little unsure about how to respond, but Cang Yingfeng seemed to be used to it and didn't feel uncomfortable.

"Passing by."

The two words were so perfunctory that anyone who read them would think he was lying.

Bai Zhi sneered: "Passing by Zhaiyueju, and fighting with the little ghosts there?"

Zhang Qixiang said that when he was hitting the air, the things that Zhang Qixiang couldn't see were most likely ghosts.

Cang Yingfeng nodded: "Let's practice."

These words made Bai Zhi want to laugh.

"Practice? You, Cang Yingfeng, occupy the largest Yin corpse pit in western Hunan, and you can absorb endless Yin energy. Is there any little ghost in the world that you can practice with?"

Baizhi put the cup down suddenly with a bang.

"What are you looking for?"

Zhang Qixiang once said that when he was beating the little devil, he was still shouting "Give it back to me". What should he give back?

Cang Yingfeng seemed to be stunned when he heard this and did not speak for a long time.

After a long while, he said calmly.

"Bai Zhi, I am not your enemy."

Bai Zhi looked at the man in front of her whom she had known for hundreds of years, and she also wanted to believe that he was not her enemy.

However, the Wang family refines corpse oil on his territory, and the body-snatching technique that Wang Zhao gave to Fan Qingliu can only be used by him. All these things are pointing to him.

There must be some connection between Cang Yingfeng and Wang Zhao.

He refused to say.