Let's say that Yang Ying and Zhou Yun took a taxi back home, and the master hadn't rested yet, and was sitting in the living room watching TV.

"Master hasn't slept yet?" Yang Ying smiled embarrassedly.

"That's right, Master, don't you usually go to bed at ** o'clock, why haven't you slept today? "Zhou Yun said as he burped.

He Wentian shook his head, "Look at your alcoholic body, how many times have you said you, as soon as you drink, you are not in shape." I don't know how much wine I drank, if you look at other people's Xiao Yang, it's fine, learn from others, drink less. ”

Yang Ying snickered on the side.

"Master, you don't know, it's not that I drank too much, he drank five or six bottles of beer plus half a bottle of white, and I just drank two bottles of beer." Zhou Yun sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette.

"Who are you fooling, you drink less than others and repay this virtue, and you are embarrassed to talk back when everyone is fine." He Wentian hurt him. "Okay, let's not talk about these useless things, you two sit down."

Looking at Master's serious expression, Yang Ying also sat down next to Zhou Yun. Zhou Yun looked at the master's serious expression and quickly pinched his cigarette.

"Master, what's wrong?" Yang Ying looked at the master's appearance and asked worriedly.

He Wentian sighed, "Actually, it's not a big deal, but I feel that there have been too many things that have not been peaceful recently, and I am a little worried." ”

"Master is talking about the person who raised ghosts?" Yang Ying also frowned.

"We've broken that person's array, and even the zombies have been burned, what else can happen?" Zhou Yun said without worrying at all.

"This should be even more worrying, we not only injured his ghost king, but also broke his formation and burned his zombies, but he hasn't done anything until now, has he?" Yang Ying secretly wondered in her heart, what kind of idea that person had.

"Anyway, be careful these days." He Wentian admonished.

"Master, don't worry, the two of us are fine." Zhou Yun grinned.

"But Master, you have to be careful." Yang Ying nodded at the master.

"Then rest early." He Wentian got up, but suddenly paused, "By the way, when will the person sent by the political axe to get the bronze medal come?" ”

Yang Ying said, "Did I mean to get it today?" No one is coming? ”

"Maybe they didn't come because they had something to do today." Zhou Yun yawned and went back to the house.

"Master, rest first, I'll contact you tomorrow." Yang Ying was also ready to go back to the house. But I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, the political axe department has always attached great importance to this kind of cultural relics, why didn't they come today? Could it be that something is really delayed? Forget it, let's wait until tomorrow.

It is said that good dreams come in the middle of the night, and bad things come in the middle of the night.

I was woken up by a scream in the middle of the night. Yang Ying hurriedly got dressed and got up, and hurriedly walked out.

The moon was cold, the wind was evil, and the air was filled with a slight smell of blood.

Yang Ying heard the sound of a fight in her master's room, and hurriedly called Zhou Yun, who was still in a daze.

When Zhou Yang and the others came to the door of Master's room, they only saw Master sitting on the edge of the bed, his clothes covered with bloodstains, as if he was seriously injured.

"Master!" Yang Ying and her senior brother's eyes were red, who dared to run to the house to commit murder, it was really bold.

Yang Ying hurriedly hugged her master, "Master, are you okay, what's going on?" Zhou Yang and the others looked at him with concern.

He Wentian gritted his teeth, "It's not a big deal, it's just that the bronze plate was snatched away by that person." ”

"Bronze? What's the use of that thing he wants? Yang Ying frowned.

"It's okay, that thing should be given to him, the important thing is that the master is okay." Zhou Yun helped the master, "Are you really okay?" ”

"What, you're still hoping that something will happen to Master?" He Wentian smiled, but he frowned instantly, and then a mouthful of blood spurted to the ground.

"Master!!"

He Wentian covered his heart at this time and sighed. "I thought it was okay, but it seems that it will not escape."

"Master! What's going on. ”

"It seems that I have been nailed by the Ninety-Five Soul Lock, and that person should be the descendant of the Laoshan faction. Yesterday...... I calculated a hexagram, and my heart was not good, but I didn't expect it...... And it was only in the evening that this hexagram was fulfilled. The corners of He Wentian's mouth oozed blood.

"Master! Don't talk about it. Yang Ying helped the master and motioned for him to lie down. Zhou Yun stood on the side, clasping his hands tightly.

"You listen to me, or I won't have a chance to talk to you." He Wentian sighed. After speaking, he took out a book from his arms, "This is the "Maoshan Dao Law Chronicle", I will hand it over to you first." ”

Yang Ying took it silently, and then continued to listen to the master's words.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you in the future, you have to work hard yourself, don't waste it, so that the Maoshan technique can't be passed on." He Wentian coughed. "Your senior brother's parents died when he was a child, and he grew up with his aunt's family, and now he has no place to go, so you have to take care of him for me."

"Master!" Zhou Yun held He Wentian's hand with tears in his eyes.

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely learn the Maoshan technique well, and I will definitely take care of my senior brother."

Master nodded, and then slowly closed his eyes. At this time, Yang Ying had mixed feelings in her heart. It seemed that he saw in a trance that in the villa that day, this fairy-like old man smiled and said that he had never seen a ghost. I couldn't help it, and I shed a tear.

Yang Ying made up his mind that he must find the Laoshan Taoist priest who killed his master, and he must avenge his master.

After burying the master, Yang Ying and his senior brother Zhou Yun opened a small feng shui shop in the next day. I have nothing to do to look at feng shui for others, move ancestral graves, and sometimes occasionally take on a supernatural case to catch a ghost. It's also pleasant.

However, it didn't end there. Why did the Taoist priest kill people? What exactly do you want to do with raising ghost kings and zombies? What shocking secrets does the bronze plaque of the Western Zhou Dynasty contain?

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