"Brother Zhang, please here!"

Daoist Qiu took Zhang San through a long and narrow road and walked towards the bottom of Huyang Mountain.

"A few days ago, there was a mountain crack in Huyang Mountain, and a few souls ran away, which almost caused a trouble, but fortunately there is a spare underground palace at the bottom of the mountain, and it was moved to the ground in time, and I have been explained by my brother, waiting for you to find it...... When I find my relatives, I will let all the souls of the dead go, and from now on, there will be no Huyang Temple. ”

Zhang San followed behind Daoist Qiu, his face was cold, and several times, he wanted to slap this Taoist priest surnamed Qiu to death with one palm.

Daoist Qiu seemed to guess Zhang San's thoughts, and sighed: "For so many years, I have been in charge of Shifangtang, I have gone out to perform a lot of tasks, and I have done a lot of bad things, but I have never done anything like this, after my brother rescued the dog, I have nothing to worry about, I just want to atone for my sins and finish this life, if Brother Zhang is angry in his heart, he can also help me get rid of it, I am willing to bear it." ”

Zhang San's fists clenched tightly: "Is the person leading this matter still alive?"

Daoist Qiu shook his head: "Lord Moguan once entrusted an elder surnamed Shen to be in charge of this matter, and he never instructed him to harm the living, catching the soul of the dead is already against the way of heaven for Lord Moguan, but that Shen Lao Zhang is a little anxious for quick success, and he thinks that he is looking for trouble for the soul of the dead everywhere, and the soul body he catches may not be able to be used, so he stretched out his hand to the secular world together with a deacon surnamed Cao......"

Daoist Qiu paused, thinking of some of the things he had done, such as the female ghost Ayu, how could he not have lost his conscience, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Evil has evil retribution, Elder Shen was bitten to death by ten thousand rats, only a pile of white bones remained, and he died a very miserable death, and the deacon surnamed Cao was also eaten by the corpse of Huyangguan, and his death was not good-looking, I ...... Maybe he will die one day, and I'm afraid he won't die well. ”

Turning a corner, Zhang San asked in a deep voice: "Who killed them? ”

"Brother Zhang wants to thank that person, right?" Daoist Qiu guessed Zhang San's thoughts, pointed to it, and said with a smile, "Naturally, our elder brother Meng did it, if you want to thank him, we have to do it as soon as possible, otherwise the wine will be drunk." ”

Zhang San's fist quietly loosened, his face showed a look of relief, and he whispered in his heart: "Meng Fan, my brother owes you more and more favors, and marrying an octopus to you is not enough to pay it back!"

The two walked a little further, and the space in front of them suddenly opened up, and a circular underground palace about five stories high and hundreds of meters in diameter appeared in front of them, and the underground palace was surrounded by countless narrow stone rooms, which could only accommodate one or two people depending on the size, and most of these stone rooms were pasted with golden charms, exuding a kind of imprisoning power.

With such a huge underground world, I don't know how the people of Huyangguan quietly built it in the first place, and it is definitely not a day's work.

Daoist Qiu took the lead in walking into the huge underground palace, the footsteps were suddenly amplified by the underground palace, it sounded a little hollow, he pointed to those stone chambers and said: "Most of these stone chambers are empty now, the corpses are almost lost in the purple gas incident, and the remaining dozens of corpses have been destroyed by me, and most of the products stored in the stone chambers are defective products, and they will be destroyed later, after all, I have been explained by my brother, this matter must be done neatly, and the stone room on this side, the one who is confined is the revenant, and when Brother Zhang finds his relatives, I will let these revenant souls go." ”

Daoist Qiu pointed to the stone room on his right, his gaze swept over, and his face was a little heavy.

Zhang San stood in front of those stone chambers, looked at them for a moment, took out a silk scarf from his body, held it in front of him with a somewhat trembling hand, sniffed deeply, and muttered, "Qing'er, your waste husband...... I'm here to pick you up!"

After that, he threw up the silk scarf and pinched the trick, and the silk scarf burned spontaneously, turning into a wisp of green smoke, floating in front of countless stone chambers, and did not stop for a long time, as if looking for something but to no avail.

Seeing this, Zhang San's face became bad, he bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, increasing the power of the spell, and the green smoke continued to fly for a while, merging into a stone room and disappearing.

"Sure enough, here, I found it!"

With a look of ecstasy on his face, Zhang San flew towards the stone room, slammed the stone door with his palm, and pounced on it.

I saw a female soul dressed in white, floating quietly, her eyes closed, her long hair floating gently, her figure slender and enchanting, and her face was extremely exquisite.

Zhang San looked at the white-clothed female soul, her body trembled, and her expression became in a trance, as if she had returned to the time when she first saw her.

On that day, Zhang San had just joined the Pure Ming Sect for a year, and went to deliver something to an elder surnamed Lu, and in front of Elder Lu's house, he saw a girl with a pretty face who was making a kite by herself.

Zhang San stepped forward and asked, "Is Elder Lu here?"

The girl raised her beautiful eyes and glanced at him, and said with a sweet smile: "You help me tie this kite, and I can fly it into the sky, I'll tell you." ”

Zhang San has never seen such a beautiful woman, who was looked down upon by the girl, squatting there with a smile on his face to help the girl tie up the kite, his previous hands were still very skillful, and he was by no means as unbearable as the paper man now, and soon helped the girl tie a harrier eagle, which looked quite handsome and martial.

The girl's beautiful eyes flowed, and she smiled: "I can't see it, you are quite powerful, now put it in the sky." ”

After speaking, he handed over a ball of rope with his white little hand, and when Zhang San took it, he inadvertently touched the girl's fingers, soft, warm, and comfortable, so he glanced at the girl with a red face, but the girl pursed her delicate lips and glared at him: "I'm not a kite, look at what I do." ”

Zhang San smiled, threaded the kite well, in the windless weather, Leng is running all the way, forcibly dragged the kite to the sky, seeing Zhang San sweating, stupid look, the girl covered her mouth and smiled, laughed so that Zhang San scratched her head shyly, then dragged the kite back again, and handed the string to the girl: "You come and put it." ”

Maybe he was afraid of touching the girl's hand again, Zhang San let go a little early, and the girl didn't continue, the kite lost its drag, so he took the line and plunged into the mountain stream with endless water vapor at the bottom of the mountain, the girl saw this, and stomped her feet angrily, and the two soft beats on her chest made Zhang San dizzy for a while, and said in a cry: "It's all your fault, the kite is gone!"

Chapter 32 didn't say a word, as if the demon was stunned, he unfolded his cultivation that was not profound, and he jumped into the mountain stream and disappeared.

His desperate behavior startled the girl, and he hurriedly ran to the edge of the mountain stream, looked down, and found that Zhang San was falling rapidly, hitting the cliff from time to time, and being bounced up again, and the sound of groaning continued, like a ball that had been dropped.

The girl looked at it and cried: "It's so stupid, it's going to die!"

Zhang San didn't die, but finally climbed up with blood on his face, put the intact kite in the girl's hand, looked at the crying girl, and grinned.

"My name is Zhang San, they all call me San'er, what about you?"

"My name is Lu Qing'er, fool. ”

On that day, the girl finally flew the kite into the sky......

In the underground palace at the foot of Huyang Mountain, Zhang San, who jumped down the mountain stream and almost fell to his death, looked at Qing'er's soul, cried tears, stretched out his hand tremblingly, hugged Qing'er in his arms, and cried: "Wife...... I'm going home with San'er to fly a kite!"