On this day, after the thunderstorm, the weather became cooler and cooler.
Wang Fu counted with his fingers and found that it was approaching the end of summer, and as the days went by, it would be autumn.
It’s time to prepare autumn clothes and winter clothes instead.
The Taoist temple opens its doors once a year to recruit disciples, and it is also at this time.
In fact, in order to dig out good seedlings in advance, many Taoists go out in advance and ask around.
Those with high qualifications and strong connections have already entered the school in advance. In the Sanqing Palace, Yang Ku, whom Wang Fu once noticed, is among them.
People like Wang Fu, who only joined in the winter, are transfer students with special circumstances. There are one or two in each class, and they are not among them.
At this time of year, the elders in the Taoist temple are extremely busy, and there are many fewer familiar faces.
Wang Fu thought about it carefully, and in the blink of an eye, he had been visiting Yunyang Temple for almost a year.
Although he has done a lot of things this year, in essence, he is still an introductory disciple.
The scope of activities is, at most, two rooms and residences. He has also been visited by several teachers and masters.
It stands to reason that Wang Fu's vision is far higher than that of his peers, but he knows that the places he has come into contact with are only an insignificant part of Yunyang Temple.
Those formal disciples, as well as other high-level Taoist temples, all live in other areas, together with other important items such as the alchemy workshop and the classics room. He has only heard about it now and has not had the chance to see it.
Only by becoming a formal disciple can you truly come into contact with the true core of Yunyang Temple!
Therefore, Wang Fu seizes the time to practice, using Caowu Wu Dan to improve his cultivation, and using some spiritual tea to practice spells.
Unfortunately, Turtle Breath Kung Fu has a large mana reserve, so its promotion is much slower than others.
Even though Wang Fuzong was rich in resources, he could not break through the three realms in a short time. He could only practice patiently.
“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”
He was deep in thought when he was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Junior brother Wang Fu, are you at home?"
"I am Zhu Zisu, a disciple of Professor Lu and senior brother of Lang Laoliu. I have something urgent to ask for."
When Wang Fu heard this, he quickly left the hospital and opened the door, and saw a young Taoist priest wearing a Taoist crown.
A formal disciple, and... he has also entered the realm of music.
“Senior Brother Zhu, forgive me for my poor eyesight, but I didn’t recognize you?
This Zhu Zisu waved his hand and said, "When you were studying with your mentor, I had already left the faculty. I came back several times to pay homage without running into you. No wonder you didn't recognize me."
"I came here this time to ask for something."
Wang Fu waved his hand quickly, "I'm serious, I'm just a junior disciple, and I have to rely on my senior brothers for everything. If you have any errands to do, just ask me."
As a disciple of Ququ, the troubles the other party encounters are not necessarily ordinary.
Wang Fu didn't say anything. After all, the other party was a disciple of Professor Lu, so he would help if he could.
"Let's just pay attention to other things. You have to take action in this matter."
Zhu Zisu directly explained his purpose, "Did something happen to Lang Laoliu?"
What?
In Wang Fu's mind, the sunny smile of that fitness guy appeared directly in his mind.
"He is currently planning to enter music. In order to collect materials, he accepted a mission from a Taoist temple."
"You also know that now is the time to recruit disciples. The lists submitted from various places will be compiled into the Taoist temple."
"Ordinary disciples will bring Taoist temples from each family to sign in, but certain geniuses must be carefully guarded."
"There is a genius with a key mark. The village where he lives is haunted, and he sent someone specially to deal with it."
"I thought that at most he was a vicious ghost, and if he stood up to the sky, he would be extremely vicious."
atrocious?
Wang Fook learned a new level division. It turns out that there is a transitional level from evil ghost to fierce ghost.
When the evil ghosts reach the end, they reach the extremely evil level, which is far more powerful than ordinary evil ghosts. Then they move to the most ferocious level, where poverty is the most pressing factor, so ghosts at the most ferocious level are weaker than ordinary evil ghosts.
There is also this saying, I learned it.
According to the level of power, Lang Xiaochen is in the third level realm. He is about to break through to the song and deal with extremely vicious ghosts. He is evenly matched.
but……
"That ghost is actually a remnant of the Ghost Tribe, mastering the illusion of confusion."
When Zhu Zisu said this, he showed a fearful expression.
"You also know that the ghost tribes in the ten directions each have their own special powers. They can confuse illusions, disrupt energy, block calculations, confuse people's minds, and cause frequent fainting attacks."
What?
Wang Fu took a deep breath. Sure enough, this illusion technique was too powerful.
It is equivalent to saying that the ghost realm of this ghost is a completely isolated world. Once outsiders enter, it will automatically activate the halo of intelligence and weaken its original strength.
More importantly, disrupting the qi movement means that he cannot be counted.
"Now that Lang Xiaochen has left, there will be no news."
"Later, news came from the mountain village that a black mist enveloped the whole village, and outsiders were like a stone sinking into the sea."
"I also asked several fellow practitioners who knew a little bit about magic to perform divination, but they found nothing. Only then did I realize how terrible the illusion of confusion is."
At this point, Zhu Zisu handed over to Wang Fu and said, "Junior brother Wang, I heard that you are so proficient in Yi Dao that you are not even your opponent as a born soul boy, so I ask you to help me."
Wang Fu thought to himself, his Guizang Yi should be able to understand the illusion of confusion, right?
It's impossible to say for sure, they can't even calculate that the formal disciples have profound skills.
"Junior brother Wang, I heard that Lang Laoliu and you have a good friendship. I hope you will help me for the sake of our friendship."
As soon as Zhu Zisu handed over his hand, he also knew that rash calculations would be extremely taxing on the body.
"You also know that we from the Thunder Fire Palace cannot ask for help from the Sanqing Palace. As for Professor Shao, his condition has worsened recently and he cannot see the wind, so he cannot help."
When Wang Fu heard this, he was surprised. Professor Shao was seriously ill and he wanted to go and see for himself.
"Senior Brother Zhu, wrap it up on me."
Wang Fu stood up and was about to get the calculation tools, but he heard Zhu Zisu say, "The altar is ready, ready-made, no need to prepare."
What, still using a Dharma altar?
The altar is equivalent to an amplifier. Casting a spell inside can increase the power by several to several times.
The other party has already prepared the altar. It can be imagined that he must be extremely afraid of the ghost.
"Okay, please ask Senior Brother Zhu to lead the way."
On the way, Zhu Zisu talked with Wang Fu and introduced the situation.
It turned out that he was ranked in front of Lang Xiaochen. The two of them had the most contact and had a good relationship.
That's why this time, when Lang Xiaochen was in trouble, he tried his best to run around for it.
Wang Fu was a little touched. The relationship between the introductory disciples of Erjian Hall is like classmates, but when it comes to the direct disciples of the teacher, it has to rise to a higher level. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are as close as brothers.
Wang Fu also knew that there was really nothing he could do if Zhu Zisu found him.
Under the influence of the illusion, the whole village is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. If you rush into it rashly, even the disciples who enter the song will encounter misfortune.
It is impossible to calculate the internal situation. If Lang Xiaochen has already encountered an accident, he will die if he goes in.
Zhu Zisu was not a proud man, and his face was limited, so he asked the seniors from Fudu into Quzhong Realm to come forward to solve the problem. He and several fellow disciples who helped with the calculations had already used up all the favors they had accumulated in the past.
I really had no other choice, so I thought of Wang Fu.