Returning to Yunyang Temple, Wang Fu felt as if he was in another world. During this trip, he truly felt the cruelty of ghosts, and he also understood more clearly that spiritual practice is not a treat, but a struggle to eliminate all enemies with violence.
"Excuse me, you two, please give me a certificate and explain this situation."
Lang Xiaochen was a little sorry. This time he failed in his mission. He wanted to explain the whole story. His words were unfounded. Zhu Zisu and Wang Fu who were traveling with him could provide circumstantial evidence.
"Can."
Wang Fu agreed to the incident without even thinking about it.
General Affairs Pavilion!
Entering the door is a spacious hall, and you can see a hanging plaque with the four characters "safe and sound" written on it.
Wang Fu found it funny that the place where tasks were arranged in the Taoist temple expected to be 'safe and sound'.
There are multiple service points in the hall. The disciples are flipping through the booklets, recording something from time to time, or checking the entries, frowning as they read.
Lang Xiaochen quickly walked to a corner, showed the jade sign in his hand, and handed over the task results.
The disciple opposite seemed to be familiar with him and asked directly, "How is it?"
"Don't mention it."
Lang Xiaochen shook his head, "It failed. There is a vicious man in the village. Everyone died, and I was almost killed in it."
"died?"
The disciple who met him suddenly raised his head and said, "Lang Laoliu, this is no joke. It is recorded on the roster that that child is a natural spiritual genius. He has learned the breathing rhythm without a teacher. With a little guidance, he can enter the first level."
"His name has already been reported, and several teachers from the Sanqing Palace are already vying to name him as their direct disciple. Even Ding Zhang from your Leihuo Palace has claimed to poach him."
"Why did he just... die?
Lang Xiaochen had a headache. He thought that everything would be over once he left the mountain village, but when he returned to the Taoist temple, he still had so many troubles to solve.
"What a coincidence. The ghost has an extraordinary origin and has already taken the lead and slaughtered the entire village."
He explained in a nice voice. The disciple he met shook his head and stood up to leave.
"Lang Laoliu, the matter is serious and I can't handle it. I will report it to the doorman immediately and let him make a decision."
Opener?
Wang Fu recalled that when he first entered Yunyang Temple, he saw the Taoist surnamed Qin, who was submissive in front of Ding Zhangdian. How could he look at the disciples and be so afraid of him?
After a while, Taoist Qin arrived at the hall under the guidance of his connecting disciple, his face as dark as water, obviously he knew the inside story in advance.
"Lang Xiaochen, if I remember correctly, your mission this time is to obtain the materials needed to enter the song breakthrough ceremony?"
Lang Xiaochen nodded, "Exactly."
On the side, Zhu Zisu explained to Wang Fu in a low voice what a Taoist meant.
It turns out that Taoism also has a saying of opening the door for convenience. The so-called "opening the door" refers to the exchange of favors, welcome and delivery. As a practitioner, you are responsible for these things. It may seem trivial, but in fact it has great power.
Taoist Qin is responsible for registering and creating a register of enrolled disciples every year, and also actually tracks the index to ensure that they enter the Taoist temple on time.
Under normal circumstances, we should notify each disciple’s family on time and have their family members sent to Yunyang Temple in time!
If there are disciples who are favored by high-level officials, they should be more attentive. Those who are poor in the family should be given travel expenses. If there are other difficulties that cannot come, special personnel should be sent to solve the problem.
The task Lang Xiaochen received was the latter, but he failed.
"Lang Xiaochen, do you know that this disciple's talent is rare, and you may not be able to find one in a hundred years!"
Wang Fu curled his lips when he heard this, I thought he was some kind of peerless genius who only appears once in a thousand years, that's it?
As the saying goes, a protagonist who is offline early is definitely not a protagonist; similarly, a genius who dies is not a genius.
"Lang Xiaochen, this mission failed. Of course, the materials you applied for are not available. I will still hold you accountable. Do you accept it?"
Taoist Qin's face turned red and he looked very angry.
When Lang Xiaochen saw him getting up, he wanted to explain the origin of the ghost, but he stopped saying anything.
If my mentor, Professor Lu, were present, I could still talk to him, but there are only a few disciples here right now. Given the seniority here, I can only bow my head and accept criticism. Don't think about anything else.
"Senior, could you please let me say a few words?
Taoist Qin turned around and stared at Wang Fu, "Who are you?"
"Your Majesty Wang Fu, I would like to thank my elders for your invitation to join Yunyang Temple. Thank you in advance again."
Taoist Qin's expression softened and he actually recognized Wang Fu, "So it's you."
He recognized Wang Fu and recalled that it seemed that Master Ding paid great attention to his son and even applied to teach him core skills in advance.
In this case, when facing Wang Fu, you can't scold him as casually as you did to Lang Xiaochen.
"Oh, I remember, last winter, I personally handed you into the hands of Master Ding."
"Wang Fu, what do you want to say?"
Wang Fu calmed down, bowed his hands and said, "Senior Rong Bing, the ghost that is causing trouble this time is not an ordinary ghost, but a remnant of the ghost tribe. He is good at confusion and illusion. He himself is already at a very evil level, and he has two evil ghosts as minions under his command.
The village has turned into a ghostland, and outsiders cannot tell the difference between east, west, east and west when they break into it, and it is easy to fall into a trap."
The remnants of the ghost tribe!
Taoist Qin was startled. People in Yunyang Temple could not hear these four words.
Why was Yunyang Temple founded? Is it not to suppress the remnants of the ghost tribe?
In Taoist temples, when mentioning the remnants of the Ghost Tribe, no matter what the circumstances, it is enough to just express the incompatibility.
This is the biggest political correctness of Yunyang Guan.
Originally, in his eyes, this incident was an accident in which a disciple went out to do something wrong, resulting in the death of a high-quality student.
But now, with the remnants of the Ghost Club involved, the taste has changed.
"You, Wang Fu, say you have no proof, what proof do you have?"
Wang Fu pointed at Lang Xiaochen and Zhu Zisu, "The two senior brothers are traveling together and can serve as witnesses."
"I still have physical evidence here."
Wang Fu stretched out his hand to take out something, and the two senior brothers were so shocked that their hearts almost jumped out of their throats. "Little Ancestor, Corpse Firefly Grass cannot be seen in the light. If you dare to take it out in the Taoist Temple, all three of you will be punished!"
Well!
A fine steel flying fork was presented to Taoist Qin.
"Ghost soldiers."
The first time Taoist Qin saw the steel fork, he recognized it as a ghost soldier.
The next moment, he breathed out his magic power, and the steel fork was stimulated, and suddenly thick smoke billowed out, like black smoke from burning coal, making the hall smoky.
Immediately, he removed the magic power, all the black smoke dissipated, and clarity returned, as if it had all been an illusion.
This is not something that a lonely ghost can do. The creation of a ghost weapon is equivalent to the refining of a magic weapon, and one must have inheritance to master it.
The Puffy's Steel Fork.
Lang Xiaochen also recognized it, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not Corpse Fireweed.
Wang Fu was more measured in his actions than they thought.
"Wang Fu, this matter is not trivial. Come with me and tell me everything that happened."
Taoist Qin turned around and called two of his disciples, "Prepare paper, pen and ink, come here to record."