Is Chapter 38 tragic?
Shang Xingjian didn't reply to her, but Cheng Mai could guess.
The person behind her brain has indeed not given up yet.
And it also illustrates a problem from another aspect: the master of Xuantian Temple is not stupid.
It's just that the temple owner wanted to sit back and watch the tiger fight and detect Shang Xingjian's identity, but Shang Xingjian directly kicked him out of the pot.
The road is one foot higher...
Cheng Mai looked at Shangxingjian and found that they were not on the same level. Shangxingjian was the ancestor of the relationship households, and all relationships originated from him.
The temple owner's relationship with the Palace of Hell is not enough for Shang Jian to appreciate.
At night, Xuantian Temple, which has always been popular, was haunted.
And it's still the kind of haunted house that pokes holes in ghosts. Ghosts can be seen everywhere, and men and women who want justice gather outside the viewer's room.
The leader of the temple urged the soul-calling flag in his hand, trying to drive away the wild ghosts outside, but it never worked.
He couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.
That Xuan He boss may have really extraordinary origins.
In the Taoist temple, the little Taoist priests who were not good at learning gathered together and shivered, all carrying magic weapons in their hands, no matter whether they were useful or not, just for peace of mind.
"Misawa, do you think what is said on the Internet is true? The Taoist priests really used evil methods to enslave the ghosts. Now that they have been cracked by the experts, these ghosts have come to the door."
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Sanze is the little Taoist priest who received Shang Xingjian and Cheng Mai this morning.
The person talking to him was his roommate Sancheng, a young Taoist priest who practiced with him.
At this moment, Sanze was holding the mahogany sword against the door and carefully looking out through the crack in the door. Even without opening his eyes, he could see those wild ghosts screaming for justice.
He suddenly thought of the strange things that happened when the business owner came today.
"Sancheng, do you know Boss Shang in City A?" Sanze asked in a low voice.
Sancheng huddled in the corner with his whisk in his arms, "I heard it, but didn't Master say that he is a charlatan?"
"I don't think so." Sanze held the mahogany sword tightly, and even their Dao Lord statue did not dare to look directly at the business boss.
He still remembered that one time a pilgrim ate his fruit, and the Taoist Lord had someone throw him down outside the door. But Boss Shang almost finished the tribute, and the Taoist Lord didn't even dare to fart. .
That's right, I just don't dare to fart.
As for Ms. Cheng, he checked the incense sticks afterwards and found that they were all in good condition. He could light them for only one reason: Taojun did not dare to accept Ms. Cheng's incense sticks.
The roars outside were getting louder and louder, as if they were going to tear the whole sect apart, just to find the master of the temple.
Sanze looked at the trembling brothers behind him, bit his lip, "Fight."
With that said, Sanze rushed out with Taomu Sword in his arms, roaring all the way to the temple master's room.
The female ghost who was still shouting desperately said: "..." Why did this little Taoist priest shout louder than them?
Sanze ran to the temple master's room and saw that the temple master was fighting with several evil ghosts. He could vaguely hear the evil ghosts shouting at the temple master to give them justice. They could have been reincarnated a few years earlier, but because of He was coaxed into becoming an evil ghost by the master of the temple, and now his reincarnation is far away.
"Monsters, can you be allowed to be arrogant here?" The temple owner shouted angrily, but he could not withstand the attacks of these evil spirits.
"You lied to us so miserably. In that case, why not come and accompany us?" the evil ghost shouted, attacking the viewer with sharp nails.
"Your soul contract is in my hands. Could it be that you...ah..."
Before the viewer finished speaking, several blood marks were scratched on his face by the female ghost, but what came out of the wounds was not blood, but black mist. "Monarch, go to Xuanhe Zhenjun Hall quickly." Sanze was hiding around and shouting loudly. Since Boss Shang let the temple go, he can definitely save the temple's life.
An evil ghost heard the sound, turned around and locked eyes with Sanze. Sanze immediately hid behind a pillar, muttering silently that he could not be seen, that he could not be seen.
The evil ghost indeed just glanced in that direction, and the target was still the viewer. Several evil ghosts worked together to kill him with every move.
The leader of the temple couldn't resist and almost ran away. The soul-suppressing flag in his hand was also thrown to the ground in panic.
The temple owner ran away, and the evil ghost followed him.
Misawa quietly poked his head out, trying to follow the Soul Resurrection Flag when he stepped on the ground. He couldn't help but bend down to pick it up. The symbol on the back seemed different from the one he saw in the morning.
"Are you looking for this? Little Taoist priest?" The female ghost came over with a soul-calling flag and threw it at Sanze's feet.
Sanze was shocked and read all the scriptures he knew, only to find that the female ghost was still there, "Why, how could this happen?"
"We obey the orders of this soul-calling flag, what's the use of reading these?" The female ghost sneered, "This Xuantian Temple is rotten from the inside out, but there are still a bunch of little idiots who don't understand the world."< br>
Little idiot Misawa: "..."
"Don't worry, with Boss Shang here, we don't dare to kill anyone, but I have a small favor that I need you, little idiot, to help me with."
The female ghost quickly explained her purpose of coming. She was looking for the soul contract that the temple master had brought back from the Palace of Hell. Only by obtaining the soul contract could these enslaved souls be free.
But there were too many magic weapons in the old Taoist priest's room, and she could only stand at the door and couldn't get in at all.
Misawa was very smart and immediately understood what this female ghost meant.
The owner of the temple borrowed a group of souls from the King of Hell to help them catch ghosts and improve Xuantian Temple's reputation. However, during this period, he did some illegal things and turned these seconded souls into evil ghosts.
In short, the thief shouts to catch the thief.
Sanze's three views are broken, and he is about to cry. Mom, he is not clean anymore!
"Hun, what does the soul contract look like?" Sanze clenched his fists, looking filled with indignation.
The female ghost described the soul contract, and Sanze turned around and went in to look for it.
Cheng Mai, who was watching from a distance, didn't expect that the little Taoist priest would believe the female ghost's words so easily. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was too kind or brainless.
"Then the old Taoist priest is going to the Xuanhe Zhenjun Palace, aren't you going?" Cheng Mai asked when he saw that the man enjoying tea leisurely showed no intention of making any move.
"What's the hurry?" Shang Xingjian poured tea for Cheng Mai herself and handed it to her.
Cheng Mai lowered his eyes and looked at the clear tea, "Thank you, I won't drink it for fear of insomnia."
Shang Xingjian didn't force it and continued to enjoy the tea.
Lao Liu followed him with a smile and explained, "Evil ghosts cannot enter reincarnation unless their grievances are gone. Only when these evil ghosts get rid of their grievances against this arrogant old man can we save them."
"How can we eliminate it? Kill that arrogant old man?"
"Wouldn't you become a ghost if you kill him? Between ghosts and ghosts, no one suffers. Of course, you can't survive or die." Lao Liu used the gentlest words to tell the cruelest truth.
"Everyone in this Taoist temple who is involved in this matter is destined to not stop tonight." Lao Liu said with a smile, "As for those little brats, they will be over after being scared for one night."
In other words, this was a unilateral massacre that ordinary people could not see.
Cheng Mai couldn't help but look at Shang Xingjian, and asked with one of his few consciences: "Boss, are the methods too cruel?"
"Is it tragic?" Shang Xingjian asked back.
(End of chapter)