The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Hearing Xue Songyu's words, he was shocked one after another: "Is he really cursed to death?"

"I can't be sure." Xue Songyu shook his head, "I haven't detected the exact aura, but I just have a feeling that the deceased once had an aura stronger than ordinary people."

"If a person dies for a day and two nights, it is possible that the traces of the spell have dissipated and cannot be captured," she looked helplessly, "It may also be a high-level spell, which I cannot find out."

There was a momentary silence.

Xue Songyu is not the same as him, with a low level of cultivation, and he is not good at spells.

"It may be that the remaining spiritual energy has dissipated." After thinking for a while, "There should be no monks in Qianyuan Town who know high-level spells."

Even Qian Tianzong has a high-level golden core, so he can cast a high-level curse-killing method that is extremely difficult to be detected.

No high-level monk would kill a chicken with a sledgehammer, and spend a lot of effort to curse and kill a mortal.

But he believed in Xue Songyu's judgment.

The successive deaths of the Wang family were due to deliberate murder.

"What are you going to do now? Help them find the murderer?"

Xue Songyu shook his head and sighed: "I have tried all the methods I know. Apart from guessing that he was murdered, I can't find any clues about the murderer."

"I drew a talisman for Zhizhuan and the housekeeper Wang Huai, which can defend against the spells of monks whose cultivation level is lower than mine. I can't do anything else."

One after another silent.In the eyes of mortals, the immortal monk who rides the clouds and rides the fog looks beautiful.

In fact, it is no different from ordinary people.

Everyone is a life-and-death mayfly, no matter their own life or the lives of others, they cannot control it.

The struggle for power and power among the noble families in the world can only be heard as gossip stories one after another.

Still a serial story.

Nine days later, Xue Songyu brought the latest episode again.

"Another one died?" Seeing her dignified expression, she guessed the result one after another.

Xue Songyu nodded helplessly: "It's not the children who died this time, but the grandson of the old man, from the second family."

The Wang family is rich and prosperous, with a thriving family and a house full of children and grandchildren.

"This time it's even weirder." Xue Songyu blushed with high spirits, and glanced one after another without thinking it was a big deal, "I said, can you stop gossiping like this."

They grinned one after another.

Xue Songyu also only has him as a friend in the sect, and it can even be said that she has transferred all her feelings for her brother to him.

If the two have something to say, they can only talk to each other.

"Last time they invited a Taoist priest to exorcise evil spirits. It's okay if you don't invite them. After the ceremony, something really happened at home."

Slightly startled one after another: "What evil? In Qiantianzong's magic circle?"

There are very few evil spirits in the Yantian Realm.Except for those Nascent Souls who have already formed their souls, they can survive the destruction of their bodies and be reborn after their bodies are destroyed. Once ordinary monks die, their three souls and seven souls will return to heaven and earth.

Even more so when a mortal dies, not even half of his soul remains.

Although there are some secret techniques that can imprison the soul of a living person, there is a magic circle of the immortal family in Qianyuan Town, so such a situation will not happen.

"Not long after Wang San's death," Xue Songyu stretched out his finger, counting the time, "From the day he was buried, someone saw Mr. Wang at home."

The old man of the Wang family has passed away for a year.

"Since the death of the old man, accidents have happened one after another in the Wang family. Now another servant has seen the figure of the old man. There have been rumors that the old man was dissatisfied with those unfilial descendants and came back to demand his life."

"You went to Wang's house to see," Lian Yi had already guessed, "I didn't find anything abnormal?"

"En." Xue Songyu shook his head helplessly.

"Maybe someone is pretending to be a ghost."

"Perhaps. But I'm a little worried about Zhizhuan. I'm afraid my talisman power is too weak to protect him."

He silently glanced at her one after another.

For more than 20 years, Xue Songyu has watched Wang Zhizhuan grow from a young child to an adult who is one or two years older than she looks, and she feels somewhat emotional.

What's more, Wang Zhizhuan is an adopted son, and he has been dependent on others since he was a child, which reminds Xue Songyu that she has never given up looking for her younger brother.

"Cultivator Jindan is not so boring, go curse and kill a mortal." He comforted him one after another, "Don't worry, your spell will definitely work."

Xue Songyu pursed his lips and forced a smile.

The two chatted casually, she still had something to do in the afternoon, and she left Lingyuan Peak as soon as the time came.

***

The flowers and trees in the mountains are full of red, and the flying flowers draw the trajectory of the mountain wind, circling gently, and the broken red falls on the white clothes floating in the dark light.

Standing at the door of the Dust Wind Hall one after another, before asking to see him, the door of the hall opened slowly and silently.

When he came to the study, Taoist Juechen was sitting on a soft chair, holding a book in one hand, and picked up a teacup from time to time in the other, sipping gracefully.

Stepping lightly one after another, he walked behind the master, and obediently rubbed and massaged the other party's shoulders.

Junjian's thin shoulders suddenly stiffened, and Daoist Juechen sat up a little more, and changed to a more convenient angle for continuous kneading.

Qinglang Yayin said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Master," whispered one after another, "I have something to ask."

Taoist Juechen pretended to sigh: "As a teacher, I thought that my Axu misses being a teacher."

Ignored his teasing one after another, and told the strange things about the Wang family.

"Again, that female disciple from Yuanfeng told you?" Gao Hua Langyin couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger, "What do you want to do?"

"Master, this disciple wants to go down the mountain," Lian Lian had already thought up an excuse, "I was injured last time, Wang Zhizhuan invited me into Wang's house, and provided me with wound medicine. I owe him a karmic favor."

"Something happened to his house, I want to take a look. If I don't care about it, I'm afraid it will hurt my heart."

"At this time, you will talk about things with Dao Xin." Qingyin Yatiao seemed to have a faint cold snort, which seemed to be an illusion, but it made Li Yue feel a little cold for no reason.

"Axu, do you still remember what Master said last time, if you need something to ask for, what should you do?"

They were taken aback for a moment.

Last time, he programmed in his mind Master and the beautiful lady of the moon to enjoy the spring breeze together.

If you know it, you know it, he can't do it.

He has no control over how the master treats him.

He admired his master so much, and he never dared to act so frivolously and disrespectfully.

"Ah, continue?"

They continued to droop their eyes one after another, rubbing their shoulders for Master.

The sun shines through the wide window lattice, and the mottled light and shadow reflect the silent silence.The cold smoke in the incense burner flows slowly, imbued with a light but unrelenting taste.

"If the teacher refuses to agree, are you going to sneak out again like last time?"

Still not speaking one after another.

he does not know.Haven't thought about it yet.But you can't tell.

In case of special circumstances, if Xue Songyu encounters any danger in Wang's house, he would rather disobey his teacher's order than go down the mountain.

Taoist Juechen's seemingly cold but hot palm covered the back of his hand, and his thumb gently rubbed against the ulna.

"You don't even want to say a few words to make me happy?" Taoist Juechen sighed silently.

One after another is not unwilling to please Master.

Serving tea and pouring water, serving flattery, he is willing to do anything.

It's a pity that he is attached to the ear of the master. He really has no guts for such a frivolous act with a hint of molestation.

He didn't dare to talk casually, and made promises that he couldn't be sure of.

"Forget it, I just have nothing to do with you as a teacher." The cold voice softened a bit, "If you want to go, I will go with you. No matter what request you have, I will agree to it."

Suddenly startled one after another.

Master agreed and wanted to accompany him?

"Thank you, Master." A faint smile appeared on delicate thin lips, "I don't know when Master will be free?"

Taoist Juechen got up quickly and gracefully: "If you are happy, we will leave now."

***

The century-old Wangji Bakery in Qianyuan Town has welcomed the most distinguished guest in the century since its opening.

It's a pity that the Wang family has blind eyes and can't recognize Taoist Juechen who is unparalleled in Yantian Realm.

Daoist Juechen changed out of the celestial family's magic robe that was shining with light, and only wore a simple blue robe, still exuding a dignified aura.

Xue Songyu was full of errands arranged by the senior sisters in the door, so she didn't have time to come together, so she only sent a message to Wang Zhizhuan.

They met Wang Zhizhuan one after another, and Wang Zhizhuan knew what he was coming for, and stood at the door waiting for a long time with gratitude.

They only exchanged a few words of pleasantries, and then went straight to the point, welcoming the two elders into the house.

At this time, the monks of the Wang family are not limited to the two of them.

The fourth son and seventh daughter of the Wang family also asked someone to invite monks.

As soon as the rumor that "the ghost of the master of the Wang family came out to cause trouble" came out, the strange death of the Wang family changed from a domestic matter that outsiders should not point fingers at, into a major event that monks should slay demons and demons.

It is only natural for the righteous monks to get rid of demons and defend the way, and get some money.

When they walked into the hall of the royal family one after another, two monks were already sitting on the grand master's chair, listening to the flattery of mortals bowing their heads.

Taoist Juechen hid his cultivation base to the middle level of the golden core, which is a state where monks dare not be cold-eyed and neglect, and they will not deliberately meet it, and it is just right for neither high nor low.

The two monks who came earlier belonged to the same realm, and when they saw another fellow Taoist, they stood up unhurriedly to salute.

The three of them raised their hands in a salute, and began to declare themselves.

One of them called himself Yun Yazi, with a mustache, wearing a gossip dress and a seven-star crown on his head, dressed as a casual cultivator who often wandered in the mortal world.

The other looks 25 and has a good appearance. He only says that he is from a certain fairy sect in the north. He traveled thousands of miles to Qiantianzong to find a friend to discuss the Taoism, and temporarily lives in Qianyuan Town at the foot of the mountain.

He said that his surname was Zhang, and it was inconvenient to disclose his sect and name, and his tone was arrogant, implying everywhere that he was from a famous sect, not a casual cultivator with no background or sect, and his status was superior to others.

Daoist Juechen hid his cultivation, so he naturally wanted to hide his dao name, just like the monk with the surname Zhang, he only said his surname was Wen.

They followed the master silently one after another, building foundations one by one, and Jindan monks didn't even bother to know his name.

Unexpectedly, after the three of them reported their families, Yun Yazi turned to him, "Wear Daoist, who is this little friend?"

Taoist Juechen replied with a smile, "It's my beloved disciple."

Daoist Zhang looked at it carefully for a while, then smiled meaningfully at Juechen, "It is really enviable to hear that fellow Daoist has such a beloved disciple."

Yun Yazi snorted coldly, seemingly talking to himself, but the voice could barely be heard by everyone present: "Apprentice, I think it's a prostitution."

It is not uncommon in the Yantian Realm to bring a handsome little monk with a low cultivation level by his side, who is both an apprentice and a pillow plaything.

Yun Yazi spoke in a low voice, and it was difficult for everyone to answer, so let's pretend they didn't hear it.

As soon as he finished speaking, another monk with his apprentice came in outside the door—it was invited by the wife of a certain room in the Wang family.

The Wang family is worried about the elders invited by other brothers and sisters, but if they have contacts on weekdays, they will not hesitate to spend a lot of money, so they must invite one themselves to be at ease.

The one with his apprentice called himself Daoist Cassia.His apprentice is also a young man with a low cultivation base and a soft appearance.

Just like in succession, he followed Master respectfully and respectfully.

The mood suddenly became a little complicated one after another.

Looking at the expressions of the master and the apprentice, one wonders if the young monk is his master's pet.

As soon as the master and apprentice entered the door, everyone looked at him and Taoist Juechen even more subtly.

But even though the relationship between the pair of master and apprentice is unusual, the relationship between him and his master is upright and there is no personal relationship.

His master is glorious and bright, and Huai Jin holds Yu, so he doesn't bother to do such absurd and immoral things.

The author has something to say:

Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

The small theater in the brain that was arranged one after another was asked by the master to perform live.

One after another: I respect my teacher, and I will never become an evil disciple who underestimates my teacher! !

Master: Ah Jin's master literature is all deceptive.

2.

Meet another pair of master and apprentice in the standard [Master's Literature].

Disdainful one after another: Although I wear a copy of Shizun's literature, I have absolutely no selfish relationship with Shizun!I want to be a clean stream of Master's literature.

Master: Should I learn some sutras from other masters, how can I become Ah Jin's standard master-student essay? !

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