late at night.

Before Zhenwu Temple.

Two lanterns are hung high and the door is closed.

Zhang Ji just walked to the door and had not knocked on the door yet.

The Taoist boy with small freckles on his face was wearing a small cotton coat to open the door for him.

He didn't know that there was an eye above Zhenwu Temple.

This is the heavenly eye condensed by Hong Yi with his thoughts, which can see through the world.

"Uncle Master." This time, he changed his name and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Ji was shocked. Before he knocked on the door in the middle of the night, Hong Yi actually knew that he was here?

In the middle of the hall, in front of Laojun's statue, he sat cross-legged with his back to himself.

"Have you met a sixth-grade evil spirit?" Hong Yi asked, thinking that Zhang Ji was here to ask for help.

Zhang Ji looked at the golden needle on the table and began to show his attention.

If you want to do some tests and see what Hong Yi thinks, you will take the initiative to apply the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect.

"There is a big deal in Xiamen City."

"Li Xuanfeng's granddaughter and Sun Guiyi's apprentice have come to Xiacheng."

"They said that the entire Xiamen City was shrouded in curses, and there were more patients in the Master's clinic these days."

"These patients are possessed by evil spirits, and their hands are a little too busy."

"Master didn't let me come to you, saying that there are monster spies outside of evil haze in this city, for fear of exposing you, which is not good for you." When Zhang Ji was acupuncture, he found that this time he had to incorporate six of his thought dust into the first three needles and resonate with his own strength before he could penetrate it.

When the fourth needle is used, twelve particles of thought dust should be introduced.

It seems that Hong Yi used to make good efforts to polish himself.

With his previous ability, the effect that the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate can play is minimal.

"Then why are you coming to us again?" Hong Yi asked back.

"I can feel that the situation in Xiamen City is extraordinary this time. Once an existence outside the evil haze attacks Xiamen City, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Master is just an ordinary person. I am afraid something will happen and I feel that I can't listen to Master's words too much. At this time, I have to listen to Master's uncle." Zhang Ji was so obedient.

When I started applying the seventh needle, I found that I had to consume twenty-four particles of thought dust.

When he finished the ninth needle, his mind was exhausted and his head was full of sweat.

"You are such a clever little ghost." Hong Yi laughed and scolded: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Although the two met twice, he knew that Zhang Ji had his own ideas.

"Please go down the mountain and set up a large formation in Chengming Hall that can kill the ninth and eighth grade evil spirits, and can continue to operate."

"Uncle Master is observing in secret. In this way, he will not be exposed and can help Master. At the same time, if he can, he will come with me to meet that Li Zhao, and he will definitely get more information from her outside the evil haze."

"Knowing yourself and your enemy is good for us." Zhang Ji expressed his thoughts and observed Hong Yi's reaction at the same time.

"Okay, I'll follow you later." Hong Yi agreed readily and stared at him and said, "You are making rapid progress."

"The main reason is to be supported by the uncle!" Zhang Jikuang blew the rainbow fart.

"You little guy, you are very good." Hong Yi cursed with a smile. He had never mentioned Zhang Ji before, all of which were his talent.

Hong Yi believed that Zhang Ji must have a secret, otherwise it would not have been possible to improve so quickly.

What Zhang Ji said was the truth. If there was no sword intent, he would not be able to kill the evil spirits on Liu Zuozhou.

His help brings himself the improvement.

Sometimes life is at a very important stage, which is to give noble people a helping hand.

It will be much smoother if you step on this step.

Hong Yi is that noble man.

Thirty minutes later.

Zhang Ji slowly took off the golden needle, and only the nine needles brought a subtle improvement to his mental power. You should know that there is a considerable gap in the strength of the two.

Even if it is a slight growth, it is no longer easy.

As long as Zhang Ji can enter the sand realm, he can exert the power of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.

"Practice well, and only 360 grains of thoughts can condense a sand idea. The road to cultivation in the future is still long." Hong Yi took the peach wood sword in Zhang Ji's hand and saw that there was still a sword intent.

A stronger sword intent was left on the spot. After all, this is my precious nephew, and I have to rely on him if I want to make a breakthrough in the future.

Zhenwu Temple noticed the abnormality of Xiacheng, but did not realize it was a large-scale curse.

The characters above have no action, so Zhenwu Guan thinks that nothing is important.

Now that the superiors have begun to send strong men to the place to stay, they should indeed move.

Zhang Ji took Hong Yi and walked out of the gate of Zhenwu Temple.

The Taoist boy was wearing a small cotton jacket and his voice was crisp. He showed a small head behind the door and asked in a daze: "Uncle Master, are you back tonight?"

"I won't go back tonight, go to bed quickly, and buy you candied haws when I come back." Hong Yi explained.

"I want at least two strings of strawberries!" The little Taoist boy who was originally confused suddenly became much more awake.

"Okay." Hong Yi waved his hand without looking back.

In front of Zhenwu Temple, the lantern swayed gently, and Zhang Ji took him into his car.

"Good guy, I can't tell you are so rich!" Hong Yi could see at a glance that Zhang Ji's car was not simple.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Zhang Ji smiled.

Come to Chengmingtang.

There was no one here, and Hong Yi hung a peach wood sword with his blood sword intent attached to his own sword, the Bagua mirror and the talisman he drew in a few inconspicuous places.

Several copper coins were even arranged in the form of small swords.

Two hours later, even with Hong Yi's cultivation level, he couldn't help but feel sweaty. After all, he wanted a large formation that could operate continuously.

"No, Chengmingtang accepts so many people who are infected with evil spirits. Logically speaking, there will be a lot of foul air here, which is a bit strange." Hong Yi said in confusion.

"Uncle Master, can you see those things?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Of course, I opened my spiritual eyes." Hong Yi said.

Zhang Ji suddenly realized that although few people have mastered the Spirit-Seeing Eye, it is not only those who are prison guards.

"I have a secret. If you want to let Uncle Master know, we will not hide it if we are a family." Zhang Ji understood that the power of his own is always very limited.

Although Hong Yi and himself were only two-faced, since he was determined to use the thirteen needles of ghosts and gods to polish himself, he must treat himself as his bloodline.

He can feel this.

"What secret?" Hong Yi was a little curious. He also knew that Zhang Ji had his own secret. He could feel the blood mist and the intensity of the dust of thoughts.

"The formation that the uncle of the master should have been deployed here has not been opened yet, right?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Of course not yet." Hong Yi just finished speaking.

Behind Zhang Ji, a bull-headed spirit official holding a soul fork, a horse-faced spirit official holding a soul banner, and four shackled spirit officials guarded him.

"You may not bow to me quickly. I have seen my uncle!"

"I've seen Uncle Master!" The six spiritual officials saluted together.

Hong Yi's pupils were shaking, so surprised that he couldn't speak. He clenched his fists and said, "How could you control the spirit?"

"No, this is no longer a simple way to control the spirit."

"The bullhead and horse faces are already spiritual officials in the underworld. The armor on their bodies has a powerful suppression power to ordinary evil spirits. Even my magic array cannot do much damage to them."

At this time, Hong Yi realized that there was indeed a big secret in his nephew.

It should be from a powerful magic weapon.

"It's a natural ability. If I help the evil spirits who have died, they will be able to help them serve me."

"As my strength improves, I can also enfeoff them." Zhang Ji explained a little bit. He knew that Hong Yi knew too much about the prison guards, and that it might not be beneficial.

"I don't understand anyway, and I'm still exploring it."

At this moment, Hong Yi looked at Zhang Ji differently.

He knew that perhaps Zhang Ji would take over the banner of Zhenwu Temple.

Unexpectedly, Lin Chengming's disciples could have such ability. He said excitedly: "If the master knew about this, he would definitely be impatient to get out of the death gate and see you, your little disciple!"

"Master?" Zhang Ji knew that this was the best time to understand the foundation of Zhenwu Temple.

"It's normal for you not to know Master." Seeing that Zhang Ji showed him his secret methods, Hong Yi would naturally not hide the news of Zhenwu Temple from him.

"Your Master Xuan is named Zhang Tianling. You are now 104 years old. You are a half immortal in Xiamen. Although your strength cannot be compared with the Seven Immortals, your status is very high."

"When the Seven Immortals were young, they all received tips from your master. For many years, the master has been shutting down."

"As for your master, his strength is a mysterious man in the ground. He is now wandering around the world and has not returned yet. I don't know if he has entered the half-immortal."

"Although our Zhenwu Temple has not many disciples, our strength and cultivation are not weak." Hong Yi seemed a little humble when he saw Zhang Ji mentioning Li Zhao.

Saying this naturally gave him some confidence and understood that his master's sect is not weak.

When Zhang Ji heard this, he felt that the relationship between the two had brought a lot closer.

He was ecstatic that Zhenwu Temple had such powerful strength.

I think so, it is indeed abnormal if the existence of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect and Thirty-Three Needles of the Human Immortals is not well-known.

In this way, my uncle is really a perfect tool person, able to implement his plan well and divert Li Zhao's suspicion of himself.
Chapter completed!