Skilled in managing a house

"Father, the overall situation has been decided, what do you mean?" Xiaoyun immediately asked curiously.

"This contest was actually over after the first round." The man in the wheelchair said enigmatically.

"That's not the case. I think there are still some masters who haven't made it. Among them is the bad guy Zhang Yu." When Xiaoyun mentioned Zhang Yu, she deliberately added the word "bad guy" in front of her.

"Zhang Yu!" Hearing Zhang Yu's name, the wheelchair man couldn't help but grit his teeth, with murderous intent on his face.

Xiaoyun looked at her adoptive father from the side and was startled when she saw that the man in the wheelchair looked wrong. In her opinion, the wheelchair man was still angry about what happened last time and wanted to kill Zhang Yu.

But then she thought of another thing. Her adoptive father had said earlier that he did not intend to have anything to do with Zhang Yu anymore. How could he change his gender after such a short time?

She didn't dare to ask any more questions, and then she heard the wheelchair man say: "No matter who it is, it's impossible to defeat that foreign devil."

"Master, what about you?" the young man asked.

Xiaoyun immediately became interested and said: "Father, if you take action, can you win?"

"If it were before, I would definitely lose, but now it's hard to say." The wheelchair man said.

"Why is it hard to tell now? With your foster father's cultivation, can't you still defeat him?" Xiaoyun asked in confusion.

"Although I have glimpsed some clues, I am still no match for him here. In addition, this person dares to set up a formation here alone. How is it possible if he does not have certain strength? I can be 50% sure at most. "Yeah." At the end of the sentence, the wheelchair man's tone was obviously unsure.

Seeing him saying that he was only 50% sure, Xiaoyun and the young man were both shocked. In their eyes, if a person in a wheelchair is not invincible, he is just about the same.

Xiaoyun said a little dissatisfied: "How can it be only 50%? If my adoptive father takes action, I think we will definitely win."

"Xiaoyun, don't overestimate your father's cultivation. There are people outside the world. This foreign devil is difficult to deal with, especially the magic weapon he uses, which is even more clever." The man in the wheelchair said this, but obviously, He was somewhat dissatisfied.

In his opinion, what's more important is that the magic weapon in Dhruv's hand is powerful. If he didn't have that powerful magical weapon, his chances of winning would definitely be better.

"The anti-righteous father is the most powerful. Since the adoptive father said that they will definitely lose, they basically lost. These days, I know how to brag. That real person, that master, or any Taoist priest, how can he be as powerful as the adopted father. They are the only ones. That little bit of Daoxing was solved within a minute of going up, which is a waste of reputation!" Xiaoyun said with a little pout.

She didn't know how high the sky was, and the wheelchair man didn't say anything, he just shook his head secretly. It is obviously impossible to say that the masters who were defeated before were all in vain. From the perspective of the wheelchair user, Zhang Zhenren of Tianshi Mansion and Hao Taoist Master of Chongyang Palace were not given in vain, and even their cultivation levels still need to be improved. above him.

Over at Wudang Taoist Temple, Zhang Yu and his disciples, as well as Zhang Yinling, Wen Qiong's mother and daughter, were all together. Zhang Yinling was dejected and lost her previous liveliness. She was very disappointed that the father she admired the most had lost like this.

Wang Chunli and Zhao Qiuju also comforted her, but it was of no use.

At this time, Zhang Qingfeng whispered: "Master, there are only you, a few monks, and two real people left. What should we do now? Are we going to lose?"

"Don't be blind, can master lose?" Li Mingyue said immediately.

"Of course I don't want Master to lose, but that foreign devil is too powerful." Zhang Qingfeng said helplessly.

Zhang Yu looked calm and composed on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking about a solution.

He didn't think of a particularly comprehensive method for a moment, and it would take some time anyway. However, no one is competing with Dhruv right now, someone has to come forward.

Sure enough, the host on the stage shouted again: "Guys, who else wants to communicate with Mr. Dhruv?"

Of course Zhang Yu couldn't stand up right away. He looked at Zhang Qingfeng and whispered: "Where are the four great monks?"

"It seems that after entering their house, they never came out again." Zhang Qingfeng said.

"We didn't pay much attention." Li Mingyue followed.

"You guys take this monk out first." Zhang Yu said in a low voice.

"Okay." Zhang Qingfeng nodded in agreement, and then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Where are the four masters?"

"By the way, why haven't the four masters arranged the formation yet? Can you ask what's going on?" Li Mingyue also shouted.

Zhang Yu's disciples immediately started to make noises. They were quite good at this kind of thing.

"Are the four masters missing?" "What time is it?" "Where are the people?".

Their words immediately reminded the audience present.

When the four monks broke the formation on the stage, they looked very impressive and outshone everyone else.

Now that everyone else has made arrangements, why haven't the four monks moved yet?

The host was also puzzled and used the intercom to contact the meter counting personnel over there, "How is the situation with the four masters? Is the arrangement ready?"

Immediately, a voice came from the intercom, "Master Wukong is reciting sutras in the room." "Master Wujing is reciting sutras in the room." "Master Wulong is reciting sutras in the room. I don't know when he will finish reciting." "Master Wuzhen is also reciting sutras. Reciting sutras."

The voice of the intercom came from a loudspeaker. After hearing this, everyone was confused. What was going on? They had agreed to set up Feng Shui, but the chanting was endless.

The host had no choice but to say: "Please wait a moment, our organizer will go and ask what's going on."

At the moment, the host went there in person, and Dhruv and six notaries also went there. Many onlookers also joined in the fun.

As reported, the four monks were chanting sutras in their own rooms.

After finding Master Wukong, Jack Liu asked: "Master, when will the Feng Shui bureau be ready?"

After hearing this, Wukong said: "Amitabha, I am just chanting sutras and have not arranged Feng Shui yet."

"Pfft!" As soon as these words came out, everyone present almost lay down.

Master Lu looked at Master Wu Neng, who looked indifferent.

This time the host bit the bullet and asked: "Master, this is a Feng Shui competition, why haven't you arranged it yet?"

Wukong said: "We can't arrange it. I said before, either give them all to us, or just give us one. The four brothers, Old Ana, eat, live and travel together. Now they are separated, and we can't arrange Feng Shui. Otherwise Just give us a house, or give us the whole building.”

"That's it." The host was stunned for a moment. He had never encountered this situation before. Although it was like this when I first started to figure it out, I didn't expect that it would still be like this when I was competing in the Zhengba Jing competition. "Master, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Didn't I tell you what I said when I went on stage? You didn't make any arrangements for us either." The great monk said quite reasonably.