Cheng Fan held his chin with one hand and said with a half-smile:

"The little girl doesn't know it herself. As the city god, old man, you can't possibly know everything, right?"

"Why can't I understand a word of what the real person said?"

The old man Cheng Huang sweated secretly and shouted in his heart that something was wrong.

'He really knows!'

The reaction of the City God made Cheng Fan even more certain that the origin of that little loli was extraordinary.

This also made him more curious about her background.

Cheng Fan took a sip of herbal tea and said casually:

"I don't know where I heard some strange rumors, and suddenly I had the idea of ​​opening a forum to preach."

"Why don't we just set a date and hold a Dao discussion conference in my Dishui Temple. Invite all the Taoists you know well, and then invite Yan Jun."

When he heard the word "Yan Jun", the old man's brow suddenly jumped.

"If in the heat of the moment, I accidentally say something that I shouldn't say..."

Hearing this, Mr. Cheng Huang had a headache.

He really couldn't figure out what Cheng Fan was thinking and was confused for a moment.

Stop immediately:

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Ma'am, you just need to know some things yourself, but you don't want to spread them everywhere!"

The old city god looked defeated by Cheng Fan.

Cheng Fan smiled faintly, took out a pot of fine Lingcha tea leaves from the space, and placed it in front of the table.

"What does this mean? Don't all the real people already know?"

The old man glanced at it but didn't pick it up. He asked him with a strange look on his face.

"It's just some hearsay stuff, it can't be taken seriously."

Cheng Fan waved his hand and filled his tea cup.

The old man Cheng Huang shook his head and said helplessly:

"It's better for the real person to know it himself. Don't spread it randomly. Otherwise, you may get killed!"

Cheng Fan's heart moved, he nodded and said:

"Don't worry, Pindao will definitely keep his mouth shut."

"well……"

"That little ancestor's identity is indeed special. In fact, she is..."

Cheng Fan pricked up his ears and listened attentively.

The old man Cheng Huang suddenly got stuck and looked at him with a constipated expression.

"What is she? Keep talking?"

"Ma'am, you actually don't know anything, right?"

The old man looked at Cheng Fan with faint eyes.

"how come?"

Cheng Fan smiled lightly.

"Only what comes from your old mouth is the most authentic and credible."

The old man looked suspicious, but he couldn't catch his flaw.

"Speaking of which, do you still remember Bai Wuchang?"

"Bai Wuchang?"

Cheng Fan pretended to be surprised for a moment, nodded and said:

"Of course I remember, didn't you and Lord Yan both try to avoid me?"

The old city god slowly shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"Actually, this little ancestor is related to Bai Wuchang, and the relationship is extraordinary. She is..."

As soon as the words came to his lips, he suddenly heard a burst of laughter coming from outside the hall.

It's Cheng Fan's disciples who are back.

The leader was Xu Huan, who was dressed in white. Behind him, Zixu and Lu Xin'er were holding hands, looking like good best friends.

Xie Yu, who is at the back, is covered with big and small bags, looking like a hard-working old scalper.

Cheng Fan opened his mouth but stopped talking.

As soon as the old man let go, he was interrupted again.

"Master, Lord City God."

Seeing the two people chatting happily in the main hall, Xu Huan and his junior brothers and sisters greeted them respectfully.

Lord City God?

Could it be the City God in the City God’s Temple?

Zixu was shocked when he saw the attire of the City God.

Brother Daoxuan can actually chat with the City God. This is amazing!

No wonder Master always said that Brother Daoxuan has the ability to reach heaven and earth.

Cheng Fan nodded and said with a smile:

"You guys should go down and rest first. I still have something to discuss with Lord Cheng Huang."

All the disciples responded in unison and immediately walked towards the backyard.

Cheng Fan glanced at Xie Yu and then at the City God.

I was relieved to see that there was nothing unusual about his expression.

Xie Yubai's identity has always been well hidden, and he rarely reveals his true identity under his control, focusing on cultivating Taoism.

Originally, he had fantasized about going to other cities to subdue evil spirits and become stronger.

Without saying anything, Cheng Fan took him to Yangcheng one night.

Xie Yugang wanted to transform into Bai Wuchang, but found that the streets were full of evil spirits hunting for wandering souls.

After asking, I found out that the rebuilt Chenghuang Temple had recruited a large number of Yinzai, and the streets and alleys were full of Yinzai.

Not only Yangcheng, but also many cities across the country have lost many people to the plague. The city gods have also begun to lower the threshold and try their best to expand the ranks of Yinzai.

All the elite men from the underworld that Niu Tou Ma Mian usually brought with him were sent out to directly suppress the stubborn evil spirits.

Now it's good, even Xie Yu's work was taken away from him.

He is Bai Wuchang, but he has no use for it, and he can't even show his face openly.

Since we can't take it for granted, we can just practice it honestly in the temple, so as not to cause trouble everywhere.

Cheng Fan brought the City God here today, and he also wanted to give him a try to see if the City God could discover Xie Yubai's identity.

Now even the City God can't see through it, so as long as Xie Yu doesn't leak it out himself, it should be very safe.

The two raised their teacups and returned to the topic.

Unfortunately, there was a break, and the old man Cheng Huang didn't seem to want to talk any more.

Seeing this, Cheng Fan pushed the tea leaves forward and said with a smile:

"Old man, the words are already on your lips. It's hard to get through if you don't say them."

"What is the identity of your little ancestor? Don't worry, Pindao will definitely keep it secret."

"this……"

The old man Cheng Huang groaned, and quietly pressed his right hand on the tea leaves, tapping lightly with his fingertips.

"Isn't this not good?"

Cheng Fan laughed dumbly, turned over his hand and took out another bag of Lingcha tea leaves.

"Nothing wrong."

"Sigh... The real person obviously knows everything, why do you still ask?"

The old man Cheng Huang shook his head and sighed, and quickly put away the tea leaves.

"What is the relationship between the child and Bai Wuchang?"

Cheng Fan secretly guessed, is this little girl Bai Wuchang's child? Reincarnation? Disciple?
To be continued...