Miss Zhang nodded, a line of tears slid silently down from her face, and then her body gradually became transparent, and finally turned into a wisp of light smoke and flew towards her spirit card, quietly hiding in the spirit card.

Miss Zhang's soul returned to the spiritual position.

If you don't reincarnate and don't go to the dead city, this is against the principles of heaven, the master was worried, and said to Wuchen uneasily, "Wuchen, are you sure that Miss Zhang can return her soul, if Miss Zhang can't return her soul, and can't be reincarnated, stay in the yang world for a long time, this is against the sky, and something will happen sooner or later." ”

Xiao Wuchen also knew the seriousness of the matter, and said to the master, "Master, the key to whether Miss Zhang can return her soul is still in Meng Zihao, if Meng Zihao loses Miss Zhang and arouses Miss Zhang's resentment, Miss Zhang will probably become a powerful ghost for revenge, and they will be scattered, these things are uncontrollable, and we are even more powerless, we can only look at themselves." ”

"Amitabha Buddha, that's good, dust-free, you continue to practice in the meditation room, as a teacher, go and tell Xiang Ye now, explain the reason, and let Xiang Ye go back with Miss Zhang's spirit card."

After the master instructed Wuchen, he hurried to the Buddha Hall, and talked to Xiang Ye in detail according to the meaning of Wu Chen, only saying that Miss Zhang's longevity was not over and she could not be reincarnated, so Xiang Ye took Miss Zhang's spirit card back.

The master said and returned all the gold taels used by Xiang Ye Chaodu to Xiang Ye.

Xiangye took a thousand taels of gold, sighed and said, "What a wrong." ”

Immediately, Miss Zhang's spirit card was put back into the sandalwood box, wrapped in a red cloth, and returned home in a carriage.

Xiangye left, Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the futon and re-cultivated his true qi.

Wuchen had just sat down, and was about to run the spiritual power in his body, when his palm suddenly burned like fire, and with a burst of restlessness, Wuchen was startled and hurriedly took a hexagram.

It's not good, it was Huang Qing who had an accident in the marshal's mansion and was entangled by a group of unjustly killed demons in the marshal's mansion.

Without further ado, if you hurry up and save Huang Qing, Huang Qing will be eaten by a group of evil ghosts.

Xiao Wuchen hurriedly withdrew his spiritual power, looked up at the window, and at this time it was already dawn, and it was impossible for the Yuan Shen to go out of his body again, he had to go in person, but flying in the sky in broad daylight, it would definitely cause a commotion if people saw it.

What should I do, why don't I turn into a little butterfly, Wuchen thought, looking at the little butterflies flying among the flowers outside the window, and immediately had an idea.

Wuchen mobilized the spiritual power of changing scenery and changing the environment, reciting the Heart Sutra according to the appearance of a little butterfly, and after only a moment's effort, Xiao Wuchen turned into a white little butterfly, fluttering beautiful and light little wings, passing through the window, flying into the air, and quickly rushing towards the marshal's mansion.

It is said that Mrs. Huang took Huang Qing to follow a small leader in charge of the Marshal's Mansion and walked from the side door to the prison in the back door of the Marshal's Mansion.

Mrs. Huang just wanted to meet Meng Zihao as soon as possible to see what was so good about this person who made her niece who was both talented and good-looking, and even violated the traditional concept of parents being the masters of marriage for thousands of years, and did not hesitate to hang herself for him.

Mrs. Huang just wanted to see Meng Zihao and take Meng Zihao away quickly, so that the people could calm down this disaster as soon as possible, after all, this is the most disgraceful thing in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Therefore, Madame Huang did not mind the arrogant attitude of the black-faced marshal, and deliberately avoided it and let him go sideways.

Mrs. Huang held Xiao Huang Qing's hand tightly and followed behind the little leader, the Marshal's Mansion covers an area of 1,000 acres, and behind it is a very gloomy forest, surrounded by iron nets.

The big forest is backed by a dangerous peak, and the middle of the mountain is full of gloomy haze, which makes people shudder.

The little leader took Madame Huang around the labyrinthine marshal's mansion for a few turns, and soon came to the front of the gloomy forest.

The little leader stopped in front of the barbed wire fence and said, "Madam, Meng Zihao is on death row in the middle of the forest, does Madame want to go down and take him away in person?" ”

The death prison in the marshal's mansion has never returned, and the legend is even more terrifying than hell, how terrifying is this, even if it comes, let's go and find out.

When Mrs. Huang thought of this, she nodded and said, "Well, please let the general lead the way, Qing'er and I will go down and have a look." ”