After Wen Hao left the Meng family, he went back to the Taoist temple.

Wen Hao was only fifteen years old, but he had a cautious mind, when the Meng family was in law, Wen Hao observed the words and deeds of Meng Pingsheng, and guessed that he had an unusual transaction with the person surnamed Wang.

Asking Meng Pingsheng to no avail, Wen Hao took advantage of his unpreparedness and took his hair for divination.

Wen Hao took out two classics left by Mao 19 to himself, one is a collection of Maoshan spells, which contains the method of drawing talismans and the spells that trigger the talismans, and the other is the book with the yellow cover of Mao 19 in the past, which records the art of divination and the knowledge of feng shui.

Mao 19 once said: "Divination and feng shui are unorthodox Maoshan techniques, you can learn a little, not indulge" At that time, Wen Hao didn't know much about these and didn't pay too much attention to them.

"I want to study this divination, I want to see what the relationship between this Meng Pingsheng and the surname Wang is, and what is the origin of this surname Wang" Wen Hao muttered to himself while flipping through the book.

With a mind full of questions, Wen Hao flipped through the divination book, which mainly talked about some numerology, birth dates, and how to deduce the past and future.

However, Moon Ho paused when he flipped through the chapter titled Inception, because it was about how to enter someone else's dream.

Wen Hao began to read it carefully, especially for the mantra in it, and recited it silently several times.

When he was an hour, Wen Hao showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Since you don't say it, I'll go to your dream to find the answer"

The bell rang at twelve o'clock, and a smile overflowed at the corner of Wen Hao's mouth: "This is the time recorded in the book, fortunately, Meng Pingsheng's hair was taken today, Meng Pingsheng, let's see you in our dreams"

Wen Hao set up the altar at this moment, carried the peachwood sword, walked to the altar to cast spells, and entered other people's dreams, it was not a simple matter, Wen Hao was very cautious in everything.

I saw Wen Hao take out a piece of rune paper, wrap Meng Pingsheng's hair, and begin to chant the spell silently in his mouth, and after a while, the rune paper burned, Wen Hao took the rune paper and hair that were burned to ashes, grabbed a handful and smeared them all on the little puppet.

After doing this, Wen Hao smiled slightly: "Meng Pingsheng should go to sleep" Wen Hao pointed his index finger at the little puppet, and the little puppet stretched out like a real person, and lay on the altar.

In Hezi Village, Xixiang, in the courtyard of the Meng family's house, Meng Pingsheng had already gone to bed, but because of too many trivial matters, Meng Pingsheng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

However, after Meng Pingsheng tossed and turned for a while today, he felt very sleepy and fell asleep unconsciously.

In his sleep, Meng Pingsheng saw Mr. Wang and said humbly: "Mr. Wang, don't worry, I will definitely give you the money."

That Mr. Wang didn't speak, just kept smiling, and Wen Hao appeared in Meng Pingsheng's dream like a ghost at this time.

Meng Pingsheng in the dream couldn't see Wen Hao, he could only see the things in his dream, seeing that Mr. Wang had been smiling and not speaking, Meng Pingsheng was anxious: "Mr. Wang, please let my family go"

Mr. Wang still didn't speak, but he raised his hand and pointed behind Meng Pingsheng, Meng Pingsheng turned to look, only to see his daughter-in-law slowly approaching Meng Pingsheng with blood and tears in her eyes.

Meng Pingsheng was so frightened that his legs became weak: "Cui'er, you.. You.. Don't come here" Meng Pingsheng's daughter-in-law, Cui'er, raised her corroded hands, and didn't pay attention to Meng Pingsheng's words at all.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, please... Please, let me go, I will find my son and ask him to give you the money" Meng Pingsheng's spirit was already on the verge of collapse.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha! Bursts of wild laughter came from the mouth of Mr. Wang, who looked at Meng Pingsheng with cold and sharp eyes: "Your daughter-in-law has a huge inheritance, and your family can be safe, but why do you have to swallow all your daughter-in-law's inheritance?" ”

Meng Pingsheng hurriedly said: "It's not that I want to swallow, it's Cui'er who refuses to give it to Xiaojie, Xiaojie is looking for you!" I can't find Xiaojie now, you can give me a few days, let me find Xiaojie, and I will definitely give you money"

Meng Pingsheng's trembling appearance was imprinted in Wen Hao's eyes: "It seems that this Meng Pingsheng's daughter-in-law was killed by his son, but what does it have to do with this surnamed Wang?" With puzzlement, Wen Hao continued to read.

With an arrogant laugh, Mr. Wang said: "You want her to die, and you are afraid of being punished by the law, so you asked me to cause an accidental death, but I helped you, but you didn't keep your promise, and wanted to lose my final payment, you are looking for death."

Mr. Wang's words fell, and he quickly rushed towards Meng Pingsheng, and Cui'er behind Meng Pingsheng also quickly approached Meng Pingsheng, at this moment Meng Pingsheng was frightened awake, Wen Hao left Meng Pingsheng's dream at the moment when Meng Pingsheng was awake.

The morning light shot into the Taoist temple, Wen Hao stretched his waist, and said coldly: "Meng Pingsheng's family, it's really not a thing, sooner or later it will be retributed, what kind of person is that surnamed Wang, hey~ This thing is really tricky, try again tonight"

Sleepless all night, Wen Hao was really tired, and soon fell asleep, when the sun was about to set, Wen Hao woke up, looked at the wall clock on the wall, Wen Hao said to himself: "Try again tonight"

After a day and a night of rice not entered, Wen Hao had to make some noodles and make a bowl of noodles for himself.

After eating, Wen Hao was ready to continue to enter Meng Pingsheng's dream, there were still a few hours before the spell casting time, Wen Hao didn't have to wait in boredom, so he began to flip through the classics of the talisman and slowly learn.

The bell rang again at twelve o'clock, Wen Hao walked to the prepared altar and began to cast a spell, but this time the spell could not enter Meng Pingsheng's dream at all, which made Wen Hao feel very strange.

Flipping through the yellow book, Wen Hao read it several times and found that his method was right, so he tried to enter the dream realm of Meng Meng's life again, but he couldn't enter it.

Wen Hao said to himself: "Could it be that something went wrong, it's impossible!" Exactly what the book did, could it be that the book failed."

Opening the Yellow Book again, this time Wen Hao saw a line of small print recorded in the book: The caster cannot enter the dream of the caster, which means that the caster is dead.

Wen Hao, who saw this, was completely dumbfounded: "Meng Ping is dead and dead, impossible!" This... Is it the hand of the king?"

Just when Wen Hao felt helpless about this matter, a gust of yin wind came from outside the Taoist temple, Wen Hao was originally yin and yang eyes, plus he was born with a Taoist body, and he was particularly sensitive to these.

Picking up the peachwood sword casually, he walked out of the Taoist temple, and Wen Hao saw a trembling phantom standing under a banyan tree outside the Taoist temple.

Wen Hao shouted: "Who is there, the place of Taoist cultivation, you are waiting for filth, and you don't leave quickly" The trembling figure raised his somewhat infiltrating face and looked at Wen Hao, Wen Hao was shocked: "Meng Pingsheng"

"Little master, you... You want to avenge me, for. Avenge me! Meng Pingsheng not only trembled in his body, but even spoke with trembling.

Wen Hao looked at Meng Pingsheng's miserable white face and asked, "Who hurt you?" "Wang Tu, that bastard," Meng Pingsheng said in an atmospheric tone.

Wen Hao was puzzled: "Wang Tu, isn't it the person who appeared on the day of the vigil" "Ah! A miserable scream came from Meng Pingsheng's mouth, and then Meng Pingsheng's phantom disappeared under the banyan tree, "Meng Pingsheng, Meng Pingsheng" Wen Hao called a few words in a row, but Meng Pingsheng's voice was not heard again.

Wen Hao looked at the banyan tree and shook his head: "Who is the person behind this scene, Wang Tu, is it that Mr. Wang" Wen Hao, who couldn't figure it out, walked back to the Taoist temple while thinking.