It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Fu Yihua stood behind a group of villagers, narrowing his eyes slightly:

"Zining, grab one and ask about the situation."

Fu Zining nodded, stepped forward and grabbed one of the kneeling villagers, restrained him, and asked in a vicious voice:

"Where is your 'guixian' enshrined?"

But the villager in his hands was motionless, his body was stiff and his eyes were tightly closed.Fu Zining suddenly felt a chill run up his spine, and at this moment, the villager suddenly opened his eyes!

Fu Zining was shocked, couldn't help but let go of his hand, and threw a blasting spell over.

Fu Zhenxuan frowned when he heard the commotion here, "What's going on?"

Fu Zining's tone trembled: "Elder... Great Elder, he..."

Fu Yihua walked over quickly.

I saw a person on the ground whose chest and clothes were burned by the blasting talisman, and he was still kneeling.But the body under the clothes showed no damage.

"It's a living person."

"what?"

The villager seemed to lose sight of the four members of the Fu family, and slowly turned his body to face the ancestral hall again, then bowed down and knelt down again.Fu Zining turned his head and asked Fu Yihua:

"Second Elder, this... what should we do?"

Fu Yihua narrowed his eyes slightly, and a ball of spiritual power gathered in his hands, and it fell on one of the villagers who were kneeling and prostrating.The villager's body froze, and his body bent down even more.

Fu Zining lifted this man up and saw that there was no trace of pain on his old and skinny face, but there was blood at the corner of his mouth, and he was already dead.

But the strange thing is that after such a commotion, the rest of the villagers still knelt towards the ancestral hall, motionless, as if they didn't hear or didn't care about the death of a person.

Fu Zining threw the body back on the ground and said:

"Second Elder, I think these villagers are very strange, why don't you just leave them alone and go directly to the ancestral hall. The 'ghost fairy' they worship, that is, the ghost king of our Fu family, should be inside."

Fu Yihua was noncommittal: "That's okay...huh?"

Fu Zining said, "What, what's the matter, Mr. Zhang?"

Fu Zining followed Fu Yihua's line of sight, and his pupils shrank.In the place just now, the corpse was gone.

Fu Zining hurriedly looked around, but there were none.The villagers were still kneeling, facing the land, unchanged from before.But only the corpse was gone.

Fu Yihua and Fu Zhenxuan also had serious expressions.Not to mention the two juniors, even they didn't realize how the corpse disappeared.

And at this moment, Fu Weiruo felt something, and suddenly turned around!

The villager who was supposed to be dead was standing right behind him, with haggard hair, an old face, and no expression on his face.He stared straight at Fu Wei, and suddenly walked over.

Fu Wei couldn't help taking a step back.

The villager came over and didn't look at him again, as if he was just looking in the direction ahead through him.He knelt down slowly, facing the direction of the ancestral hall, and knelt down again.

This is where he knelt before.

Fu Zining on the side blushed, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and slashed at the old man's neck.The muscular old man's neck was very brittle, and it was separated from his body at once, bleeding spattered, "Gululu" rolled aside.

Fu Zining gasped in horror, but to his horror, when he looked over again, the body was still missing!

Not even a trace of blood left.

The four of them looked at each other, making sure that they all saw it, not a hallucination.

At this moment, something suddenly patted Fu Zining on the shoulder!

He turned around suddenly, and saw the villager whose head had just been beheaded by him, standing behind him and looking straight at him.

Most of the village was empty, some houses were still lit, only the dogs were barking, but no one was there.A group of people searched along the path Yu Guanghan and the others took, but unfortunately found nothing.

Xin Wenyong had already woken up, perhaps because he was frightened before, but now he followed Feng Quan silently without saying a word.Now Feng Quan has gained this line of little fans, and even Jing Han, who used to look at Feng Quan with a "magic stick" all the way and didn't give him a good face, now shows admiration.

Feng Quan looked back at the group of people, and said helplessly, "Don't get lost."

Andy and the others nodded repeatedly.

After all, they couldn't help being silent, or because seeing Feng Quan's ability made them feel extremely at ease, even in such an environment, they couldn't help but chat with Feng Quan:

"Well, my god, I don't know about Guiguan. Is it possible to recruit people after a long visit? Look...how am I?"

Feng Quan looked at him, "Do you want to become a Taoist priest?"

Andy nodded vigorously, "I mainly want to learn spells like yours. Does it also depend on aptitude or something?"

Feng Quan said with a smile: "Don't think about what you have and what you don't have, isn't it good to live a good life? Are you willing to deal with ghosts in the future?"

Andy thought for a while, and felt a little scared, but his expression was more eager to try.

Feng Quan said: "It's not impossible to learn magic, you have to think about what to exchange. People in the world really end up cut off from kinship, and you have to regret it."

Andy scratched his head, not quite understanding. "Just like in the novel...'Five Disadvantages and Three Deficiencies'?"

Feng Quan said: "It can be understood in this way."

Yin Cong suddenly looked up at the sky.

Feng Quan walked beside him holding hands with him tiredly, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Yin Congdao: "The power of 'Yuan' has weakened."

"The domain here? No wonder..." Feng Quan narrowed his eyebrows and calculated, then raised his head and said, "We found them."

Andy couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Yu and them?"

"Yes." Feng Quan said, "Go back to the ancestral hall."

Squatting in front of Lan Xiang was a group of children.

Six little radish heads, with snot bubbles, bit their fingers and looked at them.Lan Xiang moved and found that although they were rescued, they were still tied together.

Lan Xiang moved his arms and said, "That...kid, you rescued us?"

The child nodded.

Lan Xiangxuan said with a straight face: "Untie the rope for us, and help people to the end."

The child tilted his head, bit his finger, and said, "Okay. Let's untie it for them."

Lan Xiang quickly turned his side to let the children untie the rope.But the knot seemed to be tied too tightly, and a group of little radish heads couldn't pull it apart in a tug-of-war, instead they fell down and squatted.

"I can't solve it!" The child got up and waved his hands, then sat in front of Lan Xiang and his party, and stopped.

Lan Xiang said: "Find a knife, a blade, a kitchen knife."

The child thought for a while, then shook his head vigorously in unity, "No, no, you have to go home if you want a knife, you can't go back."

Thinking of that group of weird villagers, Lan Xiang nodded in agreement: "Yes, I can't go back. Is it safe here? We are waiting for our friends to come here."

Seven people were tied up, and the three actresses had fainted from fright.Lan Xiang changed his posture with difficulty and chatted with the group of children:

"Are you from this village?"

The child nodded, "Yes, our family is here."

"Those surrounding the ancestral hall, who are you?"

The child said, "Our grandma is inside."

Shang Yang next to him managed to wipe off the cloth strips tied around his mouth, and said, "Your grandparents are those bad guys."

The little radish bosses suddenly shouted angrily:

"Our grandma is not a bad person!"

"My parents are not bad people either!"

Shang Yangqi hummed: "I didn't mention your parents, what are you yelling about?"

The child said, "My parents are inside too!"

Shang Yang laughed and said: "You are talking nonsense! If you are so small, your parents must be young people, how could they be old men and old ladies? Ignorance!"

The child said angrily: "That's my parents, I'm not a little bit, I'm over 50 years old!"

Shang Yang looked at this little radish head up and down. It was less than one meter tall, and it was just a little squatting.He said arrogantly:

"You are over 50 years old, so I am still over 500 years old!"

"I'm really in my 50s, don't tell lies!"

"I'm really over 500 years old, and I'm not telling lies!"

"It is impossible for a person to be more than 500 years old!"

"Because I'm not a human being! It's impossible for a human being to be as little as you at the age of 50."

"Then I'm not human either!"

Lan Xiang originally heard the two children quarreling, and his head was full of black lines, but he suddenly woke up when he heard this, and said:

"You... what did you just say?"

The child said, "What?"

Lan Xiang swallowed, "You said... you are not human?"

"Yes, we are ghosts." After speaking, the children laughed "hehe".But Lan Xiang only felt a chill rising from the tailbone to the top of the head.He couldn't help but squirmed backwards, and his Adam's apple slipped.

The child suddenly approached, with an innocent expression: "Why, are you afraid?"

Lan Xiang laughed dryly.

Yu Guanghan's voice suddenly sounded from behind him at this moment:

"Your father, is he called... Yu Dongfang?"

The child appeared in front of Yu Guanghan in an instant, tilted his head, "Do you know my father?"

Yu Guanghan was silent for a while, "I live in the same alley, the uncle opposite me."

He looked up at the child, "...Yu Bin?"

The child blinked.

The child suddenly laughed, "Yu Guanghan, big and strong."

Yu Guanghan blinked, and suddenly the corners of his eyes became moist.The child's memory was opened, and he chattered endlessly:

"I remember you, Da Zhuang Zhuang, you always take me to play, and the second uncle insists on you carving wood."

Yu Guanghan smiled, "I have only played with you for a few years, and my uncle picked you up when I was six years old."

"I'm back again," said the child.

Lan Xiang twisted his neck to look at Yu Guanghan, and the child who seemed to be an old acquaintance in front of him, feeling confused.He asked the other children:

"You... You guys are also in your dozen years?"

A child shook his head and nodded, "I don't know how old I am."

The child next to him said: "You are 21 years old, he is 23 years old, and I am 37 years old... I know a big and strong uncle."

Lan Xiang looked back at Yu Guanghan again, and suddenly said: "Oh, yes, Mr. Yu's hometown is here. ——Then, after becoming a ghost, you can change your age as much as you want?"