Nanbi Dao, also known as Southeast Jue, is one of the nine generations of masters of the Qingwei School of Daomen.

The road number is hidden in real people, and the reputation is great.

He was once hidden in the world, and the official served as the governor, and then resigned and left, and there was no trace of immortals.

It is rumored that when Nanbi Dao traveled through the mountains and rivers, he had saved the head of the sixth generation of a folk law teaching Tianshuimen, and then left three volumes of the "Tao Sutra" for the head of Tianshuimen to study.

"Nanbi Dao?"

Fang Xuan and Wang Zhenren were stunned for a moment when they heard this name.

As people from the Daomen, even if they came from a remote mountainous area, they had still heard of the name of Nanbi Dao.

never expected that Wang Zhenren's father would actually know Nanbi Dao.

For a moment, the two of them were overjoyed.

If he could find such a master to advise, it would not be difficult for Fang Xuan to control the True Martial Sword.

"By the way, Master Wang, do you know the whereabouts of this person?"

Fang Xuan hurriedly asked.

Wang Fugui cried and said: "I only know that two years ago, he left here, and I don't know where he went, but if you want to find him, I can order my subordinates to go and investigate, maybe there will be some news...... However, the condition of the benevolent has to rely on the two Taoist masters to help a lot......"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, since that's the case, then thank Master Wang first and go...... Look at Mrs. Wang! Wang Zhenren said.

While they were talking, they walked towards Madame Wang's residence.

Since Mrs. Wang was sick, Wang Fugui has been cautious, adding a few servants to take care of Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang knows that she is sick, and does not care about going out of the house at will.

Passing through a long corridor, we arrived at Madame Wang's residence.

From afar, I only saw Mrs. Wang in the courtyard, as if she was busy with something, and several subordinates stood aside, silent, quietly watching Mrs. Wang.

"The master is here!"

Seeing Wang Fugui and others coming, the subordinates shouted.

Several subordinates respectfully shouted "Master Wang", however, at this moment, Mrs. Wang was concentrating on her own business as if she hadn't heard what everyone said.

A few people approached to take a look, and they were shocked.

On the ground at Mrs. Wang's feet, there was a corpse of a raccoon cat, and Mrs. Wang was very sad, and was holding a small shovel and digging a pit in the land, as if to bury the cat's corpse.

"Dead...... He's dead...... This poor cat......"

Madame Wang was unaware of the arrival of the others, and muttered in her mouth, extremely sad.

Seeing this, Wang Fugui's whole face changed greatly, revealing a shocked look, and he was stunned for a while.

"This ......" Fang Xuan frowned, and said: "It seems that Mrs. Wang is quite sympathetic, even if a small animal dies, she can't bear to let it throw its corpse, and she also digs a pit with her own hands to bury ......"

Nowadays, there are not many kind people like Mrs. Wang.

Fang Xuan felt a little emotional in his heart for a while.

Fang ...... Fang Dao Chang ......"

Wang Fugui suddenly lowered his voice and shouted.

"Huh?" Fang Xuan looked towards Wang Fugui.

I saw Wang Fugui's face, extremely ugly, desperately glaring at Fang Xuan.

Wang Zhenren on the side couldn't help frowning, as if he had noticed something.

The air seemed to be about to solidify, and Fang Xuan noticed that the faces of several subordinates seemed to be a little ugly.

"Ahem......" Wang Fugui swallowed his saliva, coughed dryly, and asked his subordinates: "When did Madam do this?" ”

"Just now." A subordinate said timidly.

"Daoist Fang, Daoist Wang, take a look at ......" Wang Fugui hesitated for a moment and looked at the two.

Fang Xuan and Wang Zhenren suddenly came to their senses.

Could it be that this Mrs. Wang is sick again?

Can......

This doesn't look like it, right?

Burying the body of the raccoon cat can only show that Mrs. Wang loves the tanuki cat very much, and when she sees her beloved pet dead, she can't bear to abandon it and bury it with her own hands, which is reasonable, not like the symptoms of illness?

Fang Xuan and Wang Zhenren, you look at me, I look at you, and they are all shocked in their hearts.

Fang Xuan walked to Mrs. Wang's side cautiously with doubts and asked, "Mrs. Wang, what are you doing here?" ”

"Bury ...... Bury ......," Madame Wang said stupidly.

Fang Xuan said: "How did this tanuki cat die? ”

Mrs. Wang suddenly stopped what she was doing, her whole face was sluggish, she slowly raised her head, looked at Fang Xuan, and said, "This poor raccoon cat, playing in the courtyard this morning, ran up to the beam, and accidentally fell off the beam, so he ...... So......"

Speaking of this, Mrs. Wang suddenly choked up, tears couldn't stop falling, and she picked up the raccoon cat on the ground, heartbroken.

Fang Xuan's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he had seen some clues, smiled coldly, turned around, and walked to Wang Fugui's side.

"Daoist Fang?" Wang Fugui looked at Fang Xuan with doubts.

Fang Xuan said: "Master Wang, take a step to speak. ”

"Okay."

Wang Fugui took Fang Xuan and Wang Zhenren to a secluded place.

Wang Zhenren looked puzzled and said, "Master Wang, is Madam sick?" ”

"Yes......" Wang Fugui looked anxious and said: "If I guess correctly, the tanuki cat must have been killed by her own hands." ”

"What?" Wang Zhenren's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Wang Fugui looked ugly and said: "When she was sick, she was extremely disgusted with everything that was alive, but ...... When the dead thing appeared, she became extremely pitiful......"

This is really shocking.

This disease is really peculiar.

Fang Xuan sneered and said, "Master Wang, have you offended someone?" ”

"This ......" Wang Fugui was stunned when he heard this, and said, "Fang Daochang, you ...... What does that mean? ”

"In my opinion, Mrs. Wang is not a ghost, nor is she sick, but more like she was cursed." Fang Xuan said in a deep voice.

"Curse? I...... Who is trying to harm my wife? Wang Fugui was shocked, and his whole body trembled.

Fang Xuan bowed slightly, and said, "Think about it, before this Mrs. Wang fell ill, did you have a grudge against anyone?" ”

Mrs. Wang's illness was half a year ago.

It is estimated that Wang Fugui should have had a gap with people during that period of time.

It is also common for this businessman to compete in business and form grudges, but in order to make Wang Fugui's life unstable, this person specially manipulated Mrs. Wang's body, which ...... It's just too vicious.

"I ......"

Wang Fugui was stunned for a while, and in his mind, he was desperately trying to recall.

At that moment, there was a noise.

"Ah...... Quick, restrain him......"

Suddenly, there was a frightened shout from the subordinate.

The three of them looked straight in the direction of Mrs. Wang, only to see Mrs. Wang at this moment, her face pale and gloomy, holding the dead civet cat in her hand, and gnawing on it with a big mouth......

The subordinates on the side seemed to be a little surprised by this kind of thing, so they quickly pounced on it and grabbed Mrs. Wang's hands and feet.

"Stun her...... Stun her ......" The old butler stood aside, so anxious that he stomped his feet again and again.