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Chapter 50: Broken Sect

Shi Xuan picked up the ink-colored porcelain cup and took a slow sip. He felt a cold breath penetrate directly from his throat to his lower abdomen, and then spread to the whole body. His whole body felt a little refreshed. After a moment of reflection,

Praise: "Good tea, really good tea!"

Han Shijin was a little proud, but when he saw the black porcelain tea cup in Shi Xuan's hand, he said: "It's a pity that this good tea is not paired with a good tea cup. Several sets of porcelain utensils brought to the funeral at home are not suitable for this tea. Only this

Mo porcelain is better. It's a pity, it's a pity." He looked really regretful.

"Then why doesn't Han Weng let his children and grandchildren provide a few more sets?" Shi Xuan was a little puzzled.

"It's not that easy. We can't stay away from this ghost house. We can only go home three times a year by connecting with the memorial tablets at the ancestral hall. But that's all in the early morning. The yin and yang are separated by the distance. It's indescribable.

I can't stay at night and dream about them." Han Shijin rarely met strangers to talk to, so he couldn't help but chatter a little.

Shi Xuan thought of Fang: "But Han Weng, you guys should have some magic skills over the years, right?"

Han Shijin waved his hand: "We are no better than those evil ghosts who rely on Yin energy to exist. After so many years, we can also drive the burned paper figures and float these tea trays and tea cups. Speaking of which, if we really risk our lives,

, you can still forcefully dream of blood relatives here, but that will consume a lot of energy, and the gain outweighs the loss."

Shi Xuan just read some notes of Dao sect seniors, and could only have a superficial understanding of this aspect. When he heard Han Shijin talk about it, he listened with great interest. Chu Wan'er beside him kept eating fruit with his small mouth, but he still

I put some thought into listening to the master and grandpa talking, just like listening to those ghost stories.

"Oh, how does Han Weng know that the gain outweighs the loss?"

"My father once asked a dream to warn me of old age, which depleted the original source. When he got old and old, my father completely dissipated within a few years. He was not as long-lasting as my mother. My mother passed away before my father, but after more than thirty years of old age, my father died.

Dissipate. So there is such a saying." Han Shijin explained.

Although Han Jing has been dead for many years, he was still young when he died. He stayed in the ghost house for so many years and could not go out. His mind had only grown by a few years. At this time, he saw Chu Wan'er, a beautiful sister, eating fruit there.

With a smile on her face and unstoppable curiosity in her heart, she quietly slipped out of her mother Wei's arms and floated in front of Chu Wan'er.

Chu Wan'er was about to grab another piece of fruit, but suddenly a white, tender and slightly transparent hand stretched out from the side and touched the fruit before her. Wan'er took a look and saw that it was just the child with the braided hair.

Don't dare lose your courtesy and attack him secretly with your eyes.

Han Jing is completely immune to eye attacks, but he is not very smart and has a short ghost age, so he cannot control the fruit, so his little chubby hand passes through the middle of the fruit and cannot be picked up. This happened several times in a row.

Start crying now.

Shi Xuan and the Han family actually noticed what Chu Wan'er and Han Jing were doing, but they were just children, so they allowed them to play around and continue talking to each other. Several female family members sat quietly beside them.

He stood there, not daring to interrupt, but always looking curiously at the living person he had not interacted with for so many years.

"I see. By the way, Han Weng, as you just said, there are only three or four small gates on Mang Mountain. What are the details?" After greetings, Shi Xuan got to the point.

Chu Wan'er saw that Han Jing was about to cry, so she quickly picked up the fruit to comfort him. Unexpectedly, the fruit actually passed through Han Jing's face and stretched out from the back of his head. Chu Wan'er was startled and jumped towards him.

Backrest pulled Shi Xuan's sleeve. Under Shi Xuan's soothing gaze, he became curious again. He poked Han Jing's body with the fruit, and looked excited as his hand passed through Han Jing's body.

The ground's eyes were shining.

Han Shijin squinted his eyes and stroked his beard as he recalled: "It has been nearly fifty years since I passed away. At that time, there was a large Taoist sect on Mang Mountain called Yigui Sect. There were hundreds of people in the sect and it was very impressive. Unfortunately, thirty years ago

, it fell down somehow, and now there are only five or six people in the Yigui Sect, and they are often bullied by the other two small sects, the White Bone Sect and the Ghost Refining Sect, so life is miserable."

When Shi Xuan heard about the Yigui Sect, he remembered the "Yigui Dafa" and the ecstasy flag that was once called the White Bone Yihun Banner in his hand. Could it be that the death of the old Taoist on Tongxuan Mountain caused the decline of the Yigui Sect?

, but seeing Han Shijin’s confused look, he had no choice but to ask: “What about the White Bone Sect and the Ghost Refining Sect?”

"Taoist Master Shi, think about it. There are only five or six members of the Ghost Sect in this battle, and they are jointly suppressed by the two sects. They can still exist in Mang Mountain today. One can imagine the strength of these two sects.

This is not the Taoist sect you are looking for, Taoist priest." Han Shijin said half-jokingly.

Shi Xuan thought that this was indeed the case: "Then is there anything else strange about Mang Mountain?"

"No, no, this Mang Mountain is only so high and so big. Countless people come to the mountain to worship and play every year. If there was something really fishy, ​​people would have discovered it long ago." Han Shijin shook his head.

The two sides chatted for a while, until Chu Wan'er got tired of playing, Shi Xuan pulled her up and said goodbye to the Han family. Han Shijin took his family to the door of the Yin Mansion, while Chu Wan'er had a bag stuffed in her arms.

Various fruits.

"Han Weng, stop, just send it here." Shi Xuan turned around at the door and said goodbye to Han Shijin again.

Han Shijin sighed and said: "In the past fifty years, Taoist Master Shi is the first living person to be a guest in Shangfu. It also makes the old man and his family feel the connection with Yangshi, and they feel happy. This time we say goodbye, I don't know when we will see each other again.

See, I am afraid that the old man will no longer be in this world by then and will disappear between heaven and earth."

"Han Weng, how do you say this?"

"In the past few years, I have felt that my body is slowly dissipating. I think I spent too much time and energy during my lifetime and damaged my origin. I don't have as much time as others. I'm afraid it will only be in this year or two." Han Shijin sighed sadly.

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"Dad!" "Eunuch!" "Grandfather!" "Great-grandfather!"... The rest of the Han family, except Han Jing, all called Han Shijin sadly, but they all looked helpless.

Shi Xuan could only say a few words of comfort, said goodbye again, and then left with Chu Wan'er who was waiting impatiently beside him while the Han family said goodbye.

Just a few steps away, I heard Han Shijin shouting: "Taoist Master Shi, I remembered something. If you want to find immortals and visit Taoism, you can try Huilong Temple in Luojing. I once heard Rui from the imperial family mention that it is a true immortal."

Where.”

Shi Xuan was overjoyed when he received the news unexpectedly. He turned around and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Han! I can't thank you enough."

After bidding farewell to the ghosts of the Han family, Shi Xuan took Chu Wan'er and continued walking into the mountains. Although he knew from Han Shijin that there were only two or three small entrances, which were of no value to search for, Shi Xuan was not a child, so he believed it.

You have to do some research on your own before going back.

"Master, those just didn't look like ghosts!" Chu Wan'er asked, holding Shi Xuan's hand.

"Oh, Wan'er, aren't you..." Shi Xuan made a motion of walking back and forth.

Chu Wan'er rolled her eyes: "At that time, people believed that those were ghosts, and that they were floating, but it was different from what Wan'er knew before. They had homes, food and drink. Speaking of which,

To put it bluntly...that thing is not fierce at all, it really doesn't look like it!"

Shi Xuan smiled secretly: "Wan'er, what do you think a ghost should be like?"

"Well, green face and fangs, head but no body, body but no head, eyes but no mouth, mouth but no nose, intestines pierced through the belly, this is how it looks like." Chu Wan'er actually said so much in one breath, and what she just thought about

I can't even remember how to say it's so completely different when it comes to politeness and gentleness. I don't know where I heard it from.

"Where did you hear this?" Shi Xuan began to tell Chu Wan'er some things about ghosts and the difference between ordinary ghosts and evil ghosts.

Chu Wan'er murmured in a low voice while listening: "That's what everyone else said."

The two of them were walking and talking, and unexpectedly encountered two evil ghosts on the road. Unfortunately, they were both shallow people, and even their spiritual intelligence had not yet recovered. Shi Xuan killed them with a golden blade divine wind slash, which satisfied Chu Wan.

Out of curiosity, Wan'er finally saw the evil ghost with a green face and fangs and the evil ghost with a rotting intestine. It was not in vain that Wan'er slept so late and followed the master up to the mountain where the cold wind blew. Well, there were also delicious fruits.

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When he walked to a hidden place, Shi Xuan saw a building complex built there. There were many houses and the appearance was quite luxurious. There were some patterns of evil spirits carved on it. It looked a bit spooky. Unfortunately, it was in a dilapidated state, like

It has not been repaired for a long time.

Walking to the main entrance, there was a crooked plaque hanging on it, with the seal characters "Yi Gui Sect" written on it. Shi Xuan secretly laughed, he encountered this sect so quickly, so he might as well go in and take a look.

He picked up Chu Wan'er and cast an invisibility spell under her curious eyes. The two of them slowly faded into the air until they were completely invisible. Chu Wan'er's crisp voice rang out: "Master, master!

Is this the invisibility technique?! It’s so fun! Wan’er wants to learn it!”

Shi Xuan quickly told her to shut up, and then used a wall penetration technique. The two of them penetrated the bluestone wall and entered the Yigui Sect. Chu Wan'er tightly covered her mouth with her small hands, for fear of being too excited and accidentally...

Speaking of which, the magic is so amazing! It’s so fun!

Shi Xuan led Chu Wan'er through several courtyards and towards the house where the lights were still on. Then he poked a small hole to see what the people inside were doing.

Inside were two middle-aged men dressed as Taoist priests. They both paid attention to their appearance and had a certain air of immortality. One of them, a Taoist priest with a white face and a long beard, sighed to the other: "Brother, you should follow me down the mountain."

Well, this battle for the Ghost Sect has long been over, why not go down the mountain to find some powerful people and wealthy businessmen? With our methods, we are afraid that we will not be able to achieve glory and wealth, and it will be no better than in this shabby and deserted sect!"

"Hey, junior brother, senior brother knows that this is a good idea of ​​yours, but senior brother has been brought up by his master since he was a child, and he promised to take over the sect before he died. How can he abandon his ancestral business and go down the mountain." The Taoist priest with a dark face and short beard

He also sighed and replied.

————I advanced two to eighteen places today. Thank you all. The gap between the top four is not big. I continue to ask for your support.


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