Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 28

After hearing his words, Min Yuejun turned to look at the angry disciple earlier, and asked, "Tianfeng, is he telling the truth?"

Tianfeng's eyes were still red, and he said angrily: "They are clearly helping that ghost! We almost took him in, but the three of them suddenly appeared, not to mention ruining our business, and even killing Senior Brother Lanting!"

Shi Tianning weakly retorted: "You are so unreasonable, kid, Jin Shu is obviously going to save you, otherwise the one who died would not be a Lanting, and you will all die! Is the will-o'-the-wisp that a mortal body can bear?"

"Isn't it just some will-o'-the-wisps? We have stellar energy to protect the body..."

"I thought you were not bad!"

"you……"

Min Yuejun shouted: "Okay!"

Standing beside Yang Jinshu, He Tang said in a low voice, "The disciples of the god stick are much more prestigious than the god stick."

Yang Jinshu also felt that Min Yuejun was more dignified, although he was young, he was more like a decision-maker than all the ghosts present here.

"When did the ghost sucking people's soul spread down the mountain?" Min Yuejun asked.

"Returning to the sect master, this is exactly what we want to report. About two months ago, there were incidents of ghosts seizing souls in a few counties and towns. Later, similar incidents gradually appeared in rural areas and remote wildernesses, spreading all over the country. The disciple suspects that this is not accidental, but someone behind the scenes."

He Tang grinned: "It's really a 'ghost'!"

Yang Jinshu glanced at him, motioning him to keep quiet.

He Tang stuck out his tongue, feeling that his humor was a little out of place.

Min Yuejun didn't speak immediately, but contemplated for a moment, and then asked Yang Jinshu: "Mr. Yang, you have traveled all the way, and this is the only time you have encountered a ghost taking your soul?"

Yang Jinshu shook his head and said, "No, there are many, but we were in a hurry and avoided them carefully."

He Tang frowned and said, "These ghosts are so vicious, and so was the one I met in the county last time! It scared me to death!"

"Huh?" Min Yuejun raised his eyebrows, "What?"

He Tang told the story from the beginning to the end when he ran into a ghost when he went to Zhu's house to rescue Mrs. Seven.

After hearing this, Min Yuejun's face darkened slightly, and the disciples and god sticks of Qinglian Temple were also worried.

He Tang was inexplicable: "What's the matter? Is it not common for ghosts to seize souls?"

Wan Niang knocked him on the head: "It's common for ghosts to hunt for the living and take their lives. How can they steal people's souls for no reason? If they want to eat, they will eat the souls of those little ghosts. They don't know how to use their brains from living people."

"Is that so? That would be strange."

"Master..."

Min Yuejun ordered: "Yun Cang, write a book and ask other monastic sects what strange incidents they have discovered recently."

"Yes, head." Yun Cang took the order.

Tianfeng was still thinking about Lanting's matter, and said anxiously: "Master, how many of them..."

"Tianfeng, don't talk about this anymore." Min Yuejun looked at him, "Young Master Yang helped you disperse the will-o'-the-wisps and save your lives. You should thank him. As for Lanting..."

He lowered his eyelashes to hide the grief in his eyes, and said softly: "Bury him in the Ten Thousand Bone Cave and erect a monument as a memorial."

Tianfeng wanted to say more, but Yuncang stopped him and shook his head slightly.

He bit his lip and endured it, not daring to say any more.

Suddenly, Shi Tianning yelled and fell to the ground, exuding a strange scorching smell all over his body, his right hand and back became scorched black, burning with black fire.

Yang Jinshu hurriedly said: "Min Daoist, my friend was given a secret talisman by your disciples, can you...can you help untie it?"

Min Yuejun glanced at Yun Cang, nodded and said: "Yes, everyone, wait for a while."

He raised his hand and threw a elixir for Shi Tianning to swallow, raised his hand to take it away, then buckled him into the soul lock bell, turned his head and left.

Tianfeng felt dissatisfied: "Why did the head save him?"

Yun Cang patted him on the shoulder and said solemnly: "Tianfeng, these are friends of Daoist Qingrong, not evil spirits, please stop making trouble."

Tianfeng choked and said, "But...but Senior Brother Lanting..."

Yun Cang hugged him in his arms and comforted him, "Okay, let's bury him."

Tianfeng was young, buried in his brother's arms and cried, wronged and sad, even He Tang, who had quarreled with him at the beginning, couldn't bear it, and looked at the heartbroken little Taoist guiltily.

Yang Jinshu said: "Is there anything we can do for you..."

A Taoist priest on the side said angrily: "You are a group of ghosts, just don't make trouble!"

Yun Cang shouted: "Stop being rude!"

Turning to Yang Jinshu, he said, "Young Master Yang, you are so rude."

Yang Jinshu reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth: "It's okay."

Yun Cang comforted Tian Feng, and said to the other disciples: "Let's go, go and bury Lan Ting's body."

With a heavy heart, the disciples left the hall silently to deal with Lanting's funeral.

The magic stick chased after him, and asked hesitantly, "Where is the Ten Thousand Bone Cave?"

Yun Cang turned his head and looked at him in surprise: "Don't the Taoist priest know?"

Shen stick pursed his lips, his expression was rather cold: "Should I know?"

Yun Cang stared at him for a while, as if he was trying to distinguish the truth from the falsehood of his words, and suddenly said seriously: "I think that if the Taoist priest is really the master of the sect master, he should know."

Shenzhu's face turned pale - because of the vague blame and irony in his words.

Yun Cang turned around and walked out: "Since the Taoist priest is curious, why don't we go and have a look together?"

Shen stick stayed in place for a while, gritted his teeth and followed.

Qinglian Temple is not suitable for ghosts to wander around, so Yang Jinshu and others also followed.

He Tang secretly told them some old stories between Shengun and Min Yuejun, and did not forget to comment: "How much do you think the master and apprentice are enmity? Didn't they have a good relationship before, why is it that one is more scumbag now?"

Wan Niang was concerned about Shi Tianning's injury, so she replied indifferently: "People's hearts are changeable, what's so strange about it."

But Yang Jinshu said: "I think Daoist Min cares a lot about his disciples, he doesn't seem like a heinous person. We outsiders don't know about the secret relationship between him and Daoist, so it's best not to talk about it."

"Oh." He Tang pouted, feeling a little disappointed after being taught a lesson, but soon, he remembered another thing, "Jin Shu Jin Shu, I think this Qinglian temple is very strange! Do you think so? "

"Huh? What's strange?"

"It's these Taoist priests! From the master to the disciples, they are all young people, don't you find it strange?" He Tang pointed to Yun Cang who was leading the way, "He is the oldest Taoist priest I have ever seen, but he sees It seems to be one or two years younger than Min Yuejun. It stands to reason that a sect, no matter what, should have an old man in charge, right? But look at this Qinglian Temple, there is not even a Taoist priest over 30 years old, you think it is strange Not surprisingly?"

When he said this, Yang Jinshu really found out that this was indeed the case.

The Qinglian Guanli sect has been in existence for decades, even if the founder of the mountain has passed away, the senior brothers of the magic stick should still be alive, why is a young Min Yuejun the master?Even though his cultivation base is relatively high, his qualifications are not enough after all...

Even Wan Niang sensed something was wrong: "I don't think I've ever seen an old man on this mountain."

The god stick walking in front obviously also heard this, he suddenly froze in place and did not move.

He Tang chased after him and asked, "God stick, what about you? Have you seen your senior brothers?"

Shen stick had a pale face and shook his head stiffly.

He thought, he knew what the Ten Thousand Bone Cave was.

Yun Cang brought them to a secluded hillside. The hillside was full of trees with luxuriant branches. The branches were entangled together, covering the sky and the sun. From a distance, it looked like a cave. Between the trees, there were dense rows of trees. Wooden monuments, each with a Taoist name written on them, and a long white cloth wrapped around the top of the wooden monuments.

Yun Cang stretched out his hand to guide: "This is the Ten Thousand Bone Cave of Qinglian Temple, where the deceased disciples of Qinglian Temple are buried."

He turned around, looked at the magic stick, and said with a half-smile: "How many... masters do you know?"

Shenzhu walked in slowly, looked at the Taoist names on the stele one by one, and his face became paler and paler.He was originally a carefree ghost who laughed at life, but now he looked so lost, with a sad expression.

"I have a bad feeling..." He Tang said.

Wan Niang said in a low voice: "Look at the age of these wooden monuments... I am afraid they have been dead for many years."

The magic stick circled around the Ten Thousand Bone Cave, and floated out like a wandering spirit, with a shocked and sad expression, and floated away without saying a word.

He Tang was worried, and hurriedly chased after him, and Yang Jinshu and Wan Niang had no choice but to follow.

Yun Cang signaled the two disciples to take care of them, while he and other disciples buried the deceased in Lanting. Taking this gap, he wrote a letter and sent a letter with a pigeon to inquire about other monastic schools.

The magic stick floated so fast that He Tang and the others could not see him after chasing him for a while.

Yang Jinshu said helplessly: "He is trapped by the Gu Ling Jue, and he cannot be too far away from Taoist Min, so don't worry too much."

"Could it be the seniors of the magic stick?" He Tang scratched his head, "Does he not know that his seniors are dead?"

Yang Jinshu heaved a long sigh: "It seems that I don't know."

"Although I still don't quite understand what happened between him and Min Yuejun, but...I have a little...to understand how Min Yuejun gets angry every time he sees a magic stick." He Tang imitated Yang Jinshu and sighed He said in a low tone, "With his sullen temperament, he may have hidden many things in his heart and refuse to tell the god stick, but he still wants to sulk."

Wan Niang said sarcastic words at the side: "That heartless, god stick, sometimes he really looks like he doesn't want to fight."

Yang Jinshu got along with the god stick for a long time, and he understood his temperament better, so he said: "The Taoist priest just seems heartless, and he has great sorrow and joy in his heart. I'm afraid it's hidden deep."

He Tang muttered, "Two Mensao."

He shook his head to shake off his worries, pestered Yang Jinshu and asked, "Jinshu Jinshu, do you miss me?"

Wan Niang rolled her eyes: "I don't feel ashamed."

He Tang pretended not to hear, and stared at Yang Jinshu with wide eyes.

Yang Jinshu pursed his lips and smiled, then nodded.

He Tang raised his eyebrows: "Speak out."

Yang Jinshu was always reserved, but now he just patted his head and said, "He Tang, grow up quickly."

He Tang patted his hand away: "I'm already dead, I won't grow up anymore!"

Yang Jinshu smiled, and still said: "Grow up quickly."

"Why grow up?" He Tang asked.

Wan Niang smiled at the side: "When I grow up, I will double cultivate with Jin Shu!"

He Tang: "..."

Yang Jinshu blushed and looked at her: "Ms. Wan! You..."

He Tang pointed at himself and said sadly: "I'm still a minor, okay? I'm a minor!!! Do you know that the topic you're talking about is inappropriate for children!"

Wan Niang rolled her eyes and said, "Do you dare to say that you were also a minor before time travel?"

He Tang blinked and argued, "Although I was not a young man before time travel, but after time travel I am!"

Wan Niang snorted: "I'm dead, and I'm still pretending to be a little boy."

Holding his face in his hands, He Tang pointed at the ghostly face and said cutely, "Although I'm a ghost, I'm still a brat!"

Wan Niang couldn't stand it anymore, she curled her lips in disgust and left.

Yang Jinshu looked at He Tang and asked, "How old were you when you first died?"

He Tang twitched, "It's a secret, you can't ask!"

Yang Jinshu: "..." This brat.