Perceiving the remaining Taoist aura is not a simple matter.
It can even be said that it is very difficult to judge the opponent's spell style and strength level from the traces of the fight and the remaining breath!
Either he is gifted with extraordinary talents, or he has practiced relevant secret techniques, or his strength is really unparalleled...
In short, this old Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain named Zhang Ruoyu, a "temporary worker" of the Zero Group of the National Security Bureau, sensed Ah Huang's aura and judged that his strength was about the same as that of Yilu Zhenren in his early stages.
For a Taoist priest, it is quite rare.
"Old Taoist Priest, since you are a member of the Zero Group of the National Security Bureau, can you help us take a look at this place and see if there is any kind of force involved that we should not let the common people know about?"
A slightly fat policeman who was obviously an official ran over and asked him with a smile on his face.
The "kind of power" he was talking about was, of course, demons and ghosts.
Zhang Ruoyu nodded, took out a compass from his pocket, then pinched a Taoist seal with his right hand to match, and walked around the warehouse with rubble everywhere and ruined walls.
The chubby police officer was following behind him, following his steps, looking a little nervous. He thought to himself: "Don't get too involved in those things! Otherwise, it will be very troublesome to deal with, especially in terms of keeping quiet about the people...
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As Zhang Ruoyu walked, his face changed wildly, his eyes flashed, and a turmoil arose in his heart.
"This place... is really a small ghost nest! Oh my god, it's a ghost nest in an urban area. And it's not too deep. If something goes wrong, how many people will die?"
Even though he was sure that the ghost nest was completely destroyed and all the evil ghosts were eliminated, he still felt a little scared when he thought about it.
When the chubby police officer saw this immortal old Taoist priest, his face changed drastically, and he was so nervous that he almost peed.
"Tao, Taoist Master...it's not really that kind of thing, is it? Is it serious?"
he asked cautiously.
Zhang Ruoyu then calmed down the nervous expression on his face, turned around and told him calmly not to be nervous. Although this place was a scary place before, it is completely fine now. Moreover, the negative energy in the entire Qianwu Square has basically dissipated.
, there should be no more weird suicides or abnormal deaths in the future, allowing district leaders to prepare to vigorously recruit investment again.
Although he is a Taoist priest, he even went to Europe and the United States to study when he was young, and he still attaches great importance to the national economy. These few words can be regarded as benefiting the people...
"Okay, officer, it's okay here. It's a good thing to find some people to repair this place and then remove the alert."
"Old Taoist Priest! Thank you so much."
The chubby police officer was so happy that the flesh on his cheeks was trembling. He held Zhang Ruoyu's hand and shook it vigorously...
The old Taoist priest's doubts were not completely resolved.
He looked around, looking at the warehouse that looked like it had been raked over by bulldozers and road rollers, and thought to himself: "Such terrifying destructive power is at least something only the peak Sanlu masters can possess. And it must be the kind that specializes in pure attacks."
Master Sanlu of Xingdao! Didn’t you know that Jiang City is so turbulent?"
Originally, when Fu Yang's ghost path awakened for the second time, its destructive power was indeed very strong. When he brutally tortured the ghosts, they almost destroyed the ghost nest.
In addition, Dong Weike, the ghost king, can only display the peak strength of the ghost king. But after all, the realm is still there, and the fighting skills are still there. He staged "the most violent domestic violence in history" and almost completely demolished the warehouse and scrapped it into ruins.
Already...
"That's all, don't think about it for now. After the old Taoist uses the tracking technique to find my disciple in Longtang, he will know after asking!"
Thinking of this, Zhang Ruoyu stopped paying attention to the busy police and came to stand where Ah Huang once cast his spell.
He took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket, held it between his fingers, and flicked it in the air a few times to light it. White mist invisible to the naked eye was absorbed into it from all directions and burned together into ashes.
The old Taoist priest breathed out a breath of fresh air on the ashes of the talisman paper, and the ashes fell into the compass in his hand...
"Okay! Found it. This little guy is in that direction."
With a flick of his Taoist robe, he walked out of the warehouse calmly.
In Fu Yang's rental house, the two of them, one ghost and one cat, had just finished breakfast and were playing poker and holding back seven.
The loser will be punished by putting an apple on his head and accumulating it. If it falls, he must drink a basin of boiled water!
Perhaps because he is a monster, Mr. Xiong is not that skilled and sensitive to human gameplay after all. He loses the most.
I haven’t played for half an hour and I already have seven apples on my head!
The most awesome thing is that this guy didn't use magic, but the seven apples were stacked one on top and they didn't fall down!
Ah Huang and Fu Yang were stunned.
"That's amazing, my brother! Damn fat cat, did you practice in the circus? You have seven apples on your head and you can still keep them from falling."
"Hahaha! That's right, Grandpa, I am known as the Invincible Demon Fairy, so if I hold seven apples, it counts as wool? Even if I hold seven durians, it will be fine..."
Wei Ke, who had never lost a game before, added quietly to the side: "Okay, I'll change it to durian for you later."
Fu Yang chuckled: "I think it would be better to stuff the durian into Mr. Xiong's anus..."
It has to be said that the pure Fu Yang has been taught bad things by Master Xiong!
Just when the fat cat was trembling with all his strength, suddenly there was a violent knock on the door outside.
Dong Dong Dong, Dong Dong Dong!
Because the sound was so loud, Mr. Xiong was startled inadvertently. All seven apples on his head fell off.
"I killed the person who knocked on the door, Mr. Second Uncle!" it roared angrily, asking Ah Huang to hurry over and open the door.
Crunch.
The door to the room was opened by Ah Huang.
An old Taoist priest appeared in front of him with a shaggy beard and a messy hair tied up with tree branches. He looked like a beggar, skinny and skinny.
Ah Huang instantly felt a very familiar breath coming towards his face.
"This...this is the feeling of the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain. Who is he?"
Ah Huang's heart was shaken, but on the surface he was still very calm: "Excuse me, this Taoist priest, who are you looking for?"
Zhang Ruoyu smiled at him: "I'll look for you!"
"Looking for me? Could it be that the old bastard finally remembered that he still had a disciple outside and asked someone from the Longhu Mountain Sect to look for me?"
Ah Huang was extremely happy.
Sure enough, in the next sentence, Zhang Ruoyu asked him: "Looking at your aura, you should be a disciple of my Longtang lineage in Longhu Mountain, right? Who is your master? Do you want to tell me?"
The old Taoist priest had a pleasant face and asked him in a somewhat pretentious tone of an outsider.
Zhang Ruoyu has a high status and seniority in Longhushan Longtang. He feels that Ah Huang should be one of his juniors...
Ah Huang was about to answer when he saw the face of senior Longhushan opposite him change, and then he couldn't help shouting: "Why is Xie Sui so shameless? He actually attacked the old Taoist's ass! Damn it...it hurts!" (Fourth Four)
Update! There will be another chapter added later, and it will be completed before 12 o'clock!)