Chapter 137 There is a ghost carrying a sedan chair at night
After reading the announcement, Wu Ming bought some side dishes at the restaurant and asked about Pudu Cihang.
It's just a pity that this Pudu Cihang appeared suddenly, just like jumping out of a stone.
In the restaurant, there are not only a few people traveling around, but also scholars who travel around the world.
But no one could tell the news about Pudu Cihang, just as Pudu Cihang rose from a transparent person to the throne of the National Preceptor overnight.
"Which temple is this Pudu Cihang a master of? How could he become a national master without any notice?"
"Who says otherwise? Pudu Cihang has just been conferred the title of National Master, and various state capitals are about to build Cihang Halls. I'm afraid he is not a compassionate person. If he really has a kind heart, he will build large-scale construction projects and recruit migrant workers.
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"Oh, you can't say that. Nowadays, ghosts and ghosts are rampant everywhere. If there is a capable national counselor in charge, it will be a blessing for the people. Not to mention, even if the ghost king here snatches a bride, he can always report it to the national counselor.
Take care of it!"
In the restaurant, a notice aroused many people's discussion.
People who applaud him think that the world is not peaceful and it is a good thing for the imperial court to confer a national preceptor.
The people who created the trouble felt that as soon as Pudu Cihang appeared, he would waste people and money, and he was probably not an easy person to deal with.
Wu Ming listened for a while, but didn't hear any useful news. It wasn't until he was about to leave that he heard someone say: "You guys are so haunted, it's actually settled. You don't know, we Guo
There is a Lanruo Temple in Beixian County, which is the real magic cave!"
"Lanruo Temple!" Wu Ming, who was about to leave when he heard the name, paused slightly.
When this traveling businessman from Guobei County saw Wu Ming looking back, he couldn't help but said, "Has this friend heard of Lanruo Temple?"
"I've heard of it. How come I haven't heard of such a famous place?" Wu Ming smiled and asked casually: "Brother, how far is Guobei County from here?"
"It's more than 800 miles to the southwest. Even if you take the main road, it will take more than half a month to get there, but it's far away!" The traveling merchant replied casually, and then told the people around him about the horror of Lanruo Temple.
Wu Ming held the purchased food and wine in his hands, exchanged a few words with the other party, then turned around and left the restaurant.
Lan Ruosi and Nie Xiaoqian are not issues that Wu Ming can care about now.
When the story of the Immortal in the Painting is over, Wu Ming plans to go and visit the Immortal. If both parties are destined, they can also go and see it.
Carrying the food and wine he bought, Wu Ming left the town and headed towards Wumenju.
It was already evening. Cui Shusheng was sitting in the pavilion, looking at the scroll with a silly smile on his face. Yan Shi was lying on the ground, holding a jar of wine in his arms, as if he had learned the true meaning of wine.
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Wu Ming walked out of the door and saw the two of them in the pavilion, so he walked over carrying food.
Smelling the fragrance around him, Cui Shusheng suddenly raised his head and searched for the source of the fragrance.
"It smells so good. What delicious food did you buy?"
Cui Hongjian swallowed, stretched his neck to take a closer look, and exclaimed: "White chopped chicken, crispy duck, pork head meat, sweet and sour fish! Wow, what a sumptuous dinner, now you are in a good mood!"
“Good food!”
Glancing at Cui Shusheng's beauty picture, Wu Ming shook his head and said, "I thought the beauty was delicious, so you don't need to eat anymore. By the way, call the drunk guy over, and wait until you finish eating before playing decadently."
Hearing the dissatisfaction in Wu Ming's tone, Cui Hongjian smiled and put away the scroll and pulled up Yan Shi who was lying on the ground.
Yan Shi smelled of alcohol and sat on the table shaking his head, looking like he was stupid.
Wu Ming looked at Yan Shi next to him, and while gesturing to Cui Hongjian to serve the rice, he said: "Hu Jiumei is the ghost king nine-tailed fox, and now her ashes are in my hands. Yan Shi, does your master have that kind of ashes?
A way to control ghosts?"
"I don't know, my head is very messed up right now, you can find it yourself." Yan Shizui replied hazily, groping around in his chest with his hand, and took out something that looked like a secret book.
Yan Shi threw the secret book in his hand on the table, picked up the wine jar and drank a few gulps.
Wu Ming looked at Yan Shi's condition, then looked at the book on the table with the four words "Curse and Secret Technique" written on it, and said hesitantly: "I can't find the right one myself. If your master comes back, ask
It’s hard to explain when you get up!”
"What are you explaining? If a Taoist priest can't slay demons, what's the use of keeping secret books! Look, just read it, even if you expel me from the disciples, what's the big deal!" Yan Shi looked like he was really drunk.
Even Yan Chixia is no longer afraid.
You know, Wu Ming also asked Yan Shi before what kind of spells he practiced.
At that time, Yan Shi just smiled and didn't answer. Not to mention taking out the secret book, he refused to say a word.
Now, after drinking a few more sips of Fenjiu, Yan Shi became more courageous.
Wu Ming was really curious, whether this was because of drunkenness and cowardice, or whether it was an explosion in silence.
However, whether it was an outburst or emboldening others, Yan Shi himself was not afraid, and Wu Ming had nothing to be afraid of.
At that moment, Wu Ming took over the secret spells and looked for a way to control ghosts with corpses and even kill them.
"Hey, how could this happen?" After flipping through it, Wu Ming suddenly realized that the book on Conjuration and Secret Techniques in his hand was actually just a basic chapter.
Many of the spells recorded above are obviously only learned by beginners. There are no advanced spells at all, let alone side methods such as controlling ghosts.
"Yan Shi, is this book not complete?" Wu Ming frowned and asked Yan Shi.
Yan Shi shook his head, and it took him a while to react, and said: "The book in my hand is the first part. The middle and last parts are in the hands of my master, and I haven't learned them yet!"
"Oh, I'm so impressed with you!" Wu Ming sighed, no wonder Yan Shi dared to take it out. It turns out that this secret book is just a basic chapter.
For ordinary people, getting this basic chapter is like getting a treasure.
But for Wu Ming, the method of controlling ghosts he was looking for had already gone beyond the basic scope. This book was of no use to him at all, and it was really a waste of time.
"Forget it, let's eat first." Not finding what he wanted, Wu Ming returned the book to Yan Shi.
After dinner, it was getting dark.
After Cui Hongjian packed up his things, he went back to his room and continued his infatuation.
Yan Shi, on the other hand, was lying in the pavilion, pretending to be dead without moving. It seemed that he had no intention of moving tonight.
Looking at the two of them, Wu Ming shook his head and left without saying anything more.
Back in the tent, Wu Ming checked Hu Jiumei's ashes, then picked up the Book of Merlin and started reading.
At this glance, he forgot the passage of time. It was not until about three o'clock in the morning that Wu Ming put down his book and fell asleep.
"Wake up, people inside, wake up quickly!"
In a daze, Wu Ming heard someone making a fuss outside, seemingly calling him.
In a daze, Wu Ming walked out of the tent, and what he saw was four green-faced and fanged imps, carrying a black cape, blocking the door of his tent.
"Oh, you're finally awake, we've been calling you for a long time!" Seeing Wu Ming come out, the four little ghosts put down Jiaozi and said: "Sir, we are here to invite you to the house on the order of the master.
Get together!"
"master!"
Looking at the two little ghosts, Wu Ming frowned slightly and asked: "Who is your master, the ghost king on Yinfeng Mountain, Hu Jiumei?"
"Wrong, absolutely wrong!" The four little ghosts looked at each other, smiled, and said in unison: "My father's surname is Song, and Miss Hu Jiumei is my father's goddaughter!"