Ghost Wang De got off the tricycle, glanced at the photo in his hand, and also looked around the street, he had countless Buddha cards hanging on his body, like a Buddhist card vendor.

He just wanted to let the ghost boy look for it, and suddenly saw a group of wizards, his heart was terrified, and he hurriedly hid in the corner, although he thought that his strength was good, but the other party was outnumbered, and three punches were difficult to defeat four hands.

Ghost Wang De pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on the other party's conversation.

The sound of street disturbances came, Zheng Youyi was looking around looking for Wang Zixuan, and looked at the sound in doubt, Wang Zixuan put his arms around his neck, lowered his voice and said, "Don't look back, follow me." ”

"Big brother, who are they?"

Zheng Youyi heard Wang Zixuan's voice, but didn't see his face, and didn't know that Wang Zixuan had recovered his original appearance, because when he got out of the car and turned back to find Wang Zixuan, Zheng Youyi's bodyguard went to find a place to park and was not by his side.

Wang Zixuan quickly smeared a handful of disfigurement paint on his face, his face instantly turned red, and he was wearing a pair of glasses on his face, which was somewhat different, he restrained his whole body breath, and took Zheng Youyi into the crowd casually.

"Why not, call and ask Li Mengzhu to confirm the specific location, there are so many people on the street, how to find it?" the head lowerers complained.

"Shall we let the ghost boy look for it?" came up with an idea.

"Are you looking for death, the other party's eight-character pure yang, or a master of the Qi Realm, let the ghost boy be a meat bun and beat the dog!"

The ghost Wang De behind the wall was glad in his heart, fortunately he hadn't released the ghost boy yet, and even let him deal with the master of the Qi Concentration Realm, wasn't that looking for death?

"Stop!" a head descending master with a face full of runes called out to Wang Zixuan and the two.

Zheng Youyou's heart was shocked, he peeked nervously, these people were wearing black robes, their breath was gloomy, and their appearance was terrifying, very much like the terrifying black-clothed Azan.

Hugging Zheng Youyi's neck, he turned around, held his head high, and said impatiently: "Dry ha, my buddy is timid, he was scared by you, I told you to say hello, and then pretend to be b with me, believe it or not, I will cut you!"

The head lowerer compared the photos, and found that the other party was not, and the accent was not Xiangjiang Cantonese, so he glanced at the two of them contemptuously, and turned to check the next passerby.

Wang Zixuan and the two successfully turned into an alley.

"Big brother, do you still speak Northeast Chinese?" Zheng Youyixin said that this eldest brother is worthy of being a top student at Harvard, and he is really versatile.

He looked at Wang Zixuan, but found that Wang Zixuan had his back to him and couldn't see his expression.

"A little. Wang Zixuan looked around, the alley was a dead end, and a three-meter-high wall blocked the front.

"Who the hell are these people, how do they look like Azan in black?" Zheng Youyi said worriedly, Azan in black is very evil, no one dares to provoke him in Thailand, otherwise he doesn't know how he died.

Wang Zixuan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you, I'll do something, you go back to the hotel first, I'll go back to you after finishing things!"

"Okay, eh......" Zheng Youyi just responded, only to see Wang Zixuan running a few steps, and jumping over the three-meter-high wall with his dexterity, he actually walked like this, and he didn't even give a straight face.

In the villa, the head descender who was in charge of tracking Wang Zixuan quickly ran to Li Zhaotian's side.

"Master Li Meng...... , Wang Zixuan he ......"

"Wang Zixuan, what's wrong with him?" Li Zhaotian in the chair flicked his hair back and said with a gloomy face.

"He, he's flying, flying in the sky, flying in the direction of the Xiangjiang River!" stammered the head lowerer.

"Fly!?" Li Zhaotian stood up and sat back in his chair in despair: "Take the Qi Realm?......"

"Ride the Qi Realm, the legendary power!?" everyone looked at each other.

"Quick, go and get everyone back, don't know!" Li Zhaotian shouted in panic, and the chickens and dogs jumped in the villa.

In the backyard wing of Baita Zhuo Si Nalan Temple, the old monk Shou Mei suddenly opened his eyes: "Wang Zixuan is flying away from Bangkok, he is flying back to Xiangjiang!"

"What!?Fly!?Is he riding the Qi Realm?This is absolutely impossible!" Filled with anger, He Guozhang opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The sloppy old men also vomited blood, and their injuries worsened.

It is difficult to calculate the peers, even if you use the stargazing formation, you can only peek at a rough idea, and Wang Zixuan's good luck and merit protect the body are even more difficult to peep.

Chinatown, Longwei Ancient Temple.

It is a small temple with a history of more than 300 years, located at 16 Isarapa Lane, Shilongjun Road, Chinatown, Bangkok.

The temple is a monolithic temple of masonry structure, and the style is the same as that of the mountain temple. The roof is covered with glazed tiles, and the ridge is decorated with double dragon play beads faience.

The statue of the god of the emperor gate is closed on the left and right of the mountain gate, and there are two dragon pillars standing in front of the door, and the horizontal plaque on the forehead reads "Longwei Ancient Temple".

Wang Zixuan calculated, that's right, this is his auspicious position.

He was about to push the temple door, but the door opened by itself.

I saw a tall red-faced old man with a white beard, carrying a broom in one hand, as if he was going to come out to sweep the floor.

"Uncle, may I ask, is this place open?" Wang Zixuan clenched his fists and asked.

The red-faced old man stopped his movements when he heard the sound, and looked at Wang Zixuan, who was red-faced, but he didn't say anything.

He turned over his hand and took out a brush from nowhere, handed it to Wang Zixuan, pointed to the statue of Guandimen on the temple gate, and pointed to the two dragon pillars on the left and right of the temple gate.

Wang Zixuan understood, this is for him to inscribe on the Panlong Pillar and write a pair of Guandi Gate Couplets!

This is the ancient temple of Longwei, won't it dominate?

Wang Zixuan took the brush with both hands, groaned slightly, and waved it vertically.

Confucianism is called sacred, interpretation is called Buddha, Taoism is called Tianzun, and the three religions are converted. The appearance of the temple is new, and no one is in awe.

The Marquis of the Han Dynasty, the King of the Song Dynasty, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. It is a miraculous achievement, and it is really difficult to name it.

The red-faced old man stroked his beard, looked at the couplet on the Panlong pillar, nodded slightly, and raised his hand to signal Wang Zixuan.

Wang Zixuan hugged his fists and smiled, handed the brush to the other party, and stepped into the Longwei Ancient Temple.

This sweeping old man can't see his strength clearly with his qi observation technique, and he is a master of the world, but he can feel the kindness of the other party.

Wang Zixuan took out the porcelain bottle and poured the makeup remover on the handkerchief, while wiping off the disfiguring paint on his face and restoring his original appearance, while looking around.

In the middle of the main hall enshrine the dragon tail saint king lice mother fairy and his wife, the left side is dedicated to the Guan Sheng Emperor, the right side is dedicated to the nine heavenly mothers, and the right corner hangs the bronze bell cast in the 23rd year of Qing Daoguang (1843).

This lice mother fairy can be said to be a senior power in the feng shui world, even Liu Bowen defeated him ninety-nine times back then, and admired him.

After Wang Zixuan burned incense and worshiped God, he sat cross-legged on the futon, put his hand knot Tai Chi on the lower dantian, and his eyes were half open and half closed.

He looked for an opportunity to break through, but every time it was like a vague barrier, blocking him outside the threshold of the Qi Concentration Period, unable to enter the slightest, and never being able to stabilize Qi.

He still lacks enlightenment.

Zen Buddhism is called epiphany, Taoism is called enlightenment, in short, it is to be enlightened.