"Oops......" The person behind him screamed in pain, it turned out to be a woman, Wushuang fixed his eyes and looked, it was no one else, it was Cong Xifeng.

"Xifeng, didn't you go to sleep, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" he asked.

Xifeng didn't care about the sharp pain in his wrist, and quickly dragged him out of the courtyard of the Gray Immortal Hall, fortunately, Wushuang had his strength just now and didn't kill him, otherwise this girl's wrist would definitely be broken now.

"Don't go!" Xifeng whispered.

"Don't go, where are you going?"

"Don't go to the Grey Fairy Hall, that guy comes every night. He's not human!" It turned out that Xifeng was worried that Wushuang's curiosity would be troubled, so he didn't dare to sleep and follow him.

"It's not a person, what do you know, what the hell is that guy?"

"I don't know, Second Brother Liu told me that there will be a scattered immortal in my house every night, and that scattered immortal is here to absorb the fragrance of the gray immortal hall. You can't break it through the living, or you'll die!"

"Scattered immortals?" "What is a scattered immortal?" If you say it nicely, add a fairy word, but in fact, it's not just a demon who has cultivated into a spirit. It seems that it really corresponds to the nightmare I just had.

"Since there is still immortal qi left in your Gray Immortal Hall, why doesn't your second brother Liu smoke it?"

Miss Xifeng said: "The second brother can't beat that guy, he is too powerful, the second brother said, no one dares to provoke that guy within a radius of 100 miles." It can be seen that this mountain hedgehog is not completely harmful, and it still protects Xifeng in this regard.

There was a movement in the Gray Immortal Hall, and this scene was almost exactly the same as in Wushuang's dream, could he really just watch that guy do something under his nose?

"Did you sue your father about this?"

"I ...... My father is a stubborn temper, and it would be bad if he collided with Daxian. Xifeng said.

Wushuang Fox was suspicious, and looked at Xifeng's solemn expression, she didn't seem to be joking, and this girl should not intentionally hide anything by nature. There are really all kinds of strange things in the courtyard of Cong's family, and it seems that it is not easy to come from home! Or in other words, there may be a secret hidden in the old house that even Cong Chihu does not know.

Wushuang stood in the night and thought for a moment, at this time, a dark cloud happened to cover the crescent moon, and the wind was even cooler, as if deliberately drilling into the cracks of human bones, making you inexplicably afraid, and your heart trembled with it.

"Let's go, go back to sleep!" Wushuang and Xifeng turned around and left, this feeling was very bad, and they always felt that something was going to happen. Wushuang still chose rationality.

Soon after he left, an old man quietly fell on the roof of the Gray Immortal Hall, the old man was dressed in a satin-faced robe, and his hand was full of colorful floats, so he looked like a fairy wind and bones.

"Huh...... This kid has grown up, but he is smarter than his grandfather. Good boy, good boy, see how you can defuse this disaster this time!"

The Yin Yang Xuandao cut through a piece of rubble, and saw that in the gray fairy hall, a figure with short hair was playing with something. The guy didn't notice that the mantis was catching the cicada and the yellow finch was behind.

Yin Yang Xuandao is already a half-immortal body, although this guy has a deep cultivation, but with him, it must be a heaven and an underground, and it is effortless to recover its kind of demon, but he didn't do it, he still wants to let this guy live a few more days. It was a conundrum he left for Wushuang.

As early as before Wushuang arrived in Chengde to worship Wu Gongyao, he made a bet with Master Puci, who was merciful, saying that the demon of Erlong Mountain was not trivial, and it was better not to let this child touch it so as not to hurt the pure yang fire on his body. Yin Yang Xuandao didn't see it that way, he said that he was the reincarnation of Kuixing, what did the ghosts of Erlongshan Mountain count?

Master Puci is already in the year when the oil has run out, and he said with a gloomy expression, I hope so, I hope the Taoist chief is right again this time, and the old man is waiting under the yellow spring.

It is said that when Master Puci was young, he once caught a thief who stole the fruit, and the thief was at the end of his life. Master Puci was merciful, and not only did not report to the official, but allowed him to come to the temple every day when he was hungry to eat offerings. There is a folk saying that the tributes above the Buddha hall are all accounted for the immortal energy of the Buddha, and only the monks in the temple can eat them. This thief lives in the Puci Temple and eats the tribute on the table all the year round, and over time I don't know whether it is a coincidence or his practice in his previous life, he feels more and more light as a swallow's mind, and with the past few years, he has memorized all the Buddhist scriptures in the temple upside down.

The thief has a very high understanding, and the mysteries in the Mahayana Buddhism are written down one by one, which has also become the foundation of the thief's future life. Buddha and Tao themselves are two families, but they can be traced back to the same good word.

Later, the thief flew away, and I heard that he had become the last generation of thieves in the rivers and lakes, from the sea to overseas, from the palace to the back wall of ordinary people, there was no place where he could not go. The word thief has been used by him to the fullest. There is nothing in the world that he cannot steal, and there is nothing that he does not dare to steal, even the soul and life of the living person are at his fingertips. It's just one thing, he has a good heart, he doesn't steal any evil, all the money he stole is squandered, and the ordinary poor people often get his relief, and the people on the rivers and lakes give him the nickname "Yin Yang Xuandao"! Later, I don't know when this thief disappeared into the rivers and lakes and did not reappear, and a few decades later, there was another great man in the rivers and lakes, "Yin Yang Xuandao"!

This is all a digression, there are too many stories of Yin and Yang Xuandao and Master Puci, and I can't finish telling it, no one can remember how long this Master Puci lived, in short, there was him when there was Yin Yang Xuandao. And now, a generation of eminent monks has passed away, but the Yin and Yang Xuandao has long been above the Three Realms and Six Realms, and is not bound by heaven and earth.

Get back to business.

The next morning, after the rooster crowed, the two drunkards woke up from freezing, opened their eyes, and startled Liu Mazi, whose young master was sitting at the wine table with Erlang's legs crossed and looking at himself.

"Little ...... Master...... Why do you wake up so early?" he quickly pushed from the Red Tiger.

"I didn't sleep at all!"

Can he sleep? Inside the house, two big girls like flowers and jade have occupied the kang, and Wushuang has been drinking all night here and blowing a cool breeze all night.

"Go, let me out the wind, and say that I want to find the descendants of Chengde's Huazi Gang. Wushuang commanded him. He thought about it all night yesterday, although he didn't come up with a meridian unitary, but he remembered that his grandfather once mentioned to him that when he was in the Republic of China, there was a group of flowers in Chengde, and this group of flowers was not simple, and they all had kung fu on their bodies, which was somewhat similar to the beggars back then.