When we came to the ghost market, Xuan Wuming was the driver, and he drove us along the way.

However, at this point he broke both arms and was obviously unable to pull us back in the car...

Zen Wuchen glanced at me and saw that I shook my head innocently, so he said; "Okay, let's get in the car, the little monk's driving skills are still quite good."

Buckle up and the car starts...

The car slowly drove towards the city, and then I remembered that I was afraid, I should say that I was afraid!

Heart, thumping straight beating, I clutched the gossip ink jade mirror tightly, and I was afraid for a while, just now... It's really... I almost almost died, it was too dangerous.

"What the hell just happened?" I asked suspiciously.

"'Z' seems to really have a crush on you, if not, he wouldn't have made such a big battle..."

At this point, Zen Xin Wuchen frowned, and asked thoughtfully, "Do you recognize the black-shirted Taoist priest next to the young man 'Z'?" ”

"Uh—" I was stunned and shook my head dumbfounded.

"A Taoist priest, what's so great?" Xuan Wuming pouted.

Tong Xuan also frowned, his handsome and elegant face was a little more sad, and he muttered for a moment, "Very powerful spirit, I'm afraid the combat power is not below me, I didn't expect that the young master I just woke up... encountered such a powerful stubble. ”

"What?" I was stunned, and my heart trembled uncontrollably, "You said that the black-shirted Taoist priest is not human?" ”

"Of course not human!" Zen Wuchen smiled lightly, nodded as a matter of course, and said, "If my guess is correct, that guy should be a hundred-year-old willow spirit..."

"Willow Spirit?" My shocked eyes almost fell out, and the corners of my mouth twitched, "The twenty-first century is coming, the environment has been seriously damaged, and there is not a single willow tree in those more than ten years, how can there still be such an existence as a willow spirit?" ”

"There are exceptions to everything!" Zen Heart Wuchen glanced at me, pondered for a while, and continued: "The identity of the young man 'Z' has always been a mystery, but when I saw that the black-clothed Taoist priest, 'Willow Spirit', called him the little master, I had some guesses..."

The willow tree has become the climate, which is quite difficult, and the willow tree spirit dressed as a black shirt and a Taoist priest is even rarer.

"If you have something to say, don't babble, I'll hold my breath for you." Seeing that Zen was dustless and silent, Xuan Wuming pouted and interjected directly, "If you have something to say, let it go, don't be so appetizing..."

"I vaguely remember that when I was young, the abbot told me a story about the 'Thirteen Hairpins of Yang'."

Zen Wuchen thought for a while and said: "The story happened a long time ago, and in the mansion of the protagonist of the story, there is a willow tree that has become a spirit. ”

"The thirteen hairpins of the Yang Mansion?" I was suspicious and muttered, "I've heard of the twelve hairpins of Jinling before, and this 'Yangfu Thirteen Hairpins' is really unheard of..."

"I don't know!" Xuan Wuming grinned, his eyes rolled around, as if he was trying to think, but he still shook his head vigorously, "I don't know either?" ”

"Mengmeng, you are not a disciple of Xuanmen, and it is normal not to know this allusion..."

As he spoke, Zen Wuchen glanced at Xuan Wuming again, and said softly: "You, a zombie young master, your biggest hobby is sleeping, and you sleep for months, or even years, and you don't want to work hard in practice, how can you have the leisure to listen to stories!" ”