Cheng Fan's voice suddenly came from Chen Kuan's mind, and he was startled.

Turning his head and looking at Cheng Fan angrily.

What responded to him was Cheng Fan's murderous eyes.

Chen Kuan smiled embarrassedly and followed Cheng Fan to the main hall obediently.

Before Cheng Fan could sit down, Chen Kuan, the chief disciple of Maoshan, took the initiative to pour a cup of spiritual tea for Cheng Fan and smiled with a flattering smile.

Cheng Fan sneered: "Brother Dao can be a human being."

Chen Kuan looks at the nose and the nose, looking at the heart, as if you let it say whatever you want.

Cheng Fan asked: "Today, please invite Brother Dao to entertain pilgrims. Why do Brother Dao sells anxiety? He will tell everyone that Yintang is black and his eyebrows are red. Is this what a Maoshan chief should do?"

Chen Kuan hugged his toes and said embarrassedly: "That's what I say when I travel around the world on weekdays, I'm sick. Moreover, if I don't say that, I don't want to pay, aren't I?"

Cheng Fan shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, it's a big fault for not explaining it clearly in advance. It would not work if I put my experience in traveling around the world."

"My Drops of Water never accepts a pilgrimage, a needle and a thread. Even the incense candles used to support the ancestors of Sanqingdao are free of charge and are allowed to be used by the pilgrimage."

Cheng Fan smiled bitterly and said, "The pilgrims just asked me if the rules of Drishuiguan have been changed and if he is really terminally ill."

"Brother Dao, you are a Maoshan Taoist priest with a formal Taoist priest, not a fortune teller who fools people's money!"

Cheng Fan's words were like the big bell, which instantly woke Chen Kuan up.

Chen Kuan looked ashamed and said guiltily: "What fellow Taoist said is that I have lost my original heart over the years. I have caused trouble for fellow Taoist. I'll compensate you here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Kuan bowed deeply to Cheng Fan.

Cheng Fan sighed, "That's nothing. That international friend is the most outrageous. Don't tell me that you have never seen a black man."

"Ahem, I was just a joke at that time. You didn't see how funny he looked confused."

As he said that, a smirk appeared on the corner of Chen Kuan's mouth.

Cheng Fan was numb and looked at him resentfully.

"My fault, my fault."

Chen Kuan raised his hand to surrender.

"Back to the point, when are you going to send Xiao Chili to the cycle of reincarnation? It was said that it only took one day, but now it has been delayed for two days. Judging from this situation, I'm afraid you want to keep her for a few more days."

Cheng Fan looked at him jokingly, and Chen Kuan suddenly felt numb in his scalp.

Been seen through...

"You should know that sending her into reincarnation earlier is really good to her." Cheng Fan said helplessly.

Chen Kuan's face darkened, "I know, to be honest, I have never been willing to let Xiao Lajiao leave me, and there is another very important reason..."

"It's because of Little Chili's mother, you didn't find her soul, right?"

Cheng Fan looked into his eyes and said lightly.

Hearing Cheng Fan's words, Chen Kuan's eyes were almost glaring out, "How did you know?"

"Don't worry about how I know."

Cheng Fan waved his hand, "Don't tell me, you want Xiao Lajiao to meet her again and then enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Chen Kuan nodded hurriedly and looked at Cheng Fan expectantly.

"Can fellow Taoist find the soul of my deceased wife?"

Cheng Fan shook his head and vetoed it.

"Not possible."

Chen Kuan smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I have been looking for her soul all these years. I have visited several places in the City God Temple, but I have not found any news."

"For this reason, I also beg my master, who is the current head of Maoshan, and even he has no choice but to do anything. Even my master can't be found, so how can I do my best for my fellow practitioners?"

Cheng Fan said lightly: "What I said can't be done, which means that she is not dead yet, so naturally she can't find her soul."

"Not dead?!"

Chen Kuan jumped up from the bench, as if there was a fire on the bench.

"Fellow Daoist, aren't you kidding?"

Cheng Fan shook his head and knew that he didn't believe it.

He stretched out one and pointed it at the little pepper playing far away, and then at Chen Kuan beside him.

Chen Kuan felt a sudden darkness in front of him and was pulled into a dark environment.

This is the first person to enter Cheng Fan's projection world without coma or feeling dizzy.

“Where is this place?”

Chen Kuan looked around for a few times and asked curiously.

Except for him and Cheng Fan, there is no color around here, as if he is in vain.

"Let you see the memories of Little Chili."

Cheng Fan snapped his fingers, and the causal line of the small pepper in the sky's eyes was immediately mapped here.

Chen Kuan was immediately attracted by the picture.

"This... is their experience before the accident? But weren't they in a car accident? How could they be chased?!"

Chen Kuan looked at the picture in disbelief because the picture was very different from what he knew.

"Yes, let's continue reading, this is the truth."

Cheng Fan said lightly.

In the picture, Chen Kuan's wife ran wildly in her arms, with a group of unknown people behind her.

The wife couldn't run fast with her child in her arms, so they were soon surrounded.

The leader snorted coldly: "Don't think of running away, Chen Kuan's wife and children."

The wife said tremblingly: "Who is Chen Kuan? I don't know him. You are looking for the wrong person."

"Ha! Do you think this will work? Just surrender, we won't hurt you, just Chen Kuan does one thing for us."

My wife's face turned cold, "Dream! Chen Kuan is the chief disciple of Maoshan. He is very likely to become the head of Maoshan in the future. Do you want to touch a hair on me?"

"Hahaha, isn't that just right? Let a future leader do things for us, and he will have a fatal handle, so he will be better used in the future."

The leader let out a cold laugh and slowly approached his wife.

The little pepper in his wife's arms was woken up.

The little pepper rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Mom, I heard you mention dad's name. Has dad been back? He only came home once every few days, and Xiao Lajiao missed dad."

My wife tightened the little pepper in her arms and whispered: "Dad missed the little pepper very much, don't worry, Dad will come back to see you soon. Now listen to your mother and close your eyes. If you don't close it, Dad won't come."

Little Chili nodded obediently and closed her eyes obediently.

The next second, his wife actually held Xiao Lajiao and fought with the group of people.

My wife fought alone and was no match for these people at all. She was soon covered in bruises.

My wife was covered with scars, but she protected the little pepper in her arms.

"Mom, why are you injured? Woo woo woo woo..."

Little Chili didn't open her eyes, but her mother's muffled and screamed from time to time reminded Little Chili.

"No, don't open your eyes."

The wife said weakly, and Little Pepper was already crying at this moment.

"Dad, where are you, Dad? Woooooo... Come and save Mom..."

The wife smiled bitterly and said, "Don't be afraid of Little Chili. Even if we die, we can't drag our father down."

"Um!"

The wife's eyes narrowed, as if she had made some important decisions, and her surging magic power rose.
Chapter completed!