On this day, the Yama Hall closed the scenic area open to the public early.

Almost before dark, all the tourists are invited out of the hall.

The stewards of the Ten Temples gathered together to discuss the midday roar.

But nothing was concluded.

Only the old monk of the fourth hall said that it was conclusive.

said that he saw seven "bitter fruits", all of which were rooted in one person's anger.

In this regard, everyone at the banquet was silent.

Apparently they all do.

The "bitter fruit" that the monk refers to is the spirit of resentment.

Seven Wraiths!

If it weren't for the few people here, they would have heard that earth-shattering wail.

They will definitely ask the old monk.

Do you know what you're talking about?

It's a pity for them right now.

I can only default to this one result first.

"Anyway."

Raising his eyes to look at the silent hall, the old Taoist priest who managed the tenth hall spoke faintly.

"I've entrusted the Psionic Management Office with someone to investigate the situation as soon as possible. In the past few days, please pay attention to it and prepare. After all, since we have eaten the incense of the people around us, then we also have the responsibility to suppress the evil spirits. ”

"True people are noble."

"What Daoyou said is extremely true."

"It's our duty to do it."

“……”

Sporadic responses rang out one after another.

Suddenly, a little Taoist priest hurried into the temple.

Then he bowed his hand and bowed his head and bowed.

"Master, there is a layman from outside, and he says he is from the Psionic Administration."

"Oh?"

The old Taoist priest, who had just contacted the Spirit Control Office, raised his gaze in surprise, and then waved his hand thoughtfully.

"Ask him to come in."

"Yes."

The little Taoist priest stepped back respectfully.

It didn't take long for Wei San, who was carrying a long suitcase, to appear at the door of this side hall.

I saw the Taoist priest and the monk sitting together.

Wei San slowed down a few points at first.

It wasn't until we approached the threshold that normalcy returned.

And stepped into the entrance.

"Contemptible, Psionic Management Office, Wei San, I have seen all of you."

"Haha, I don't dare to be."

The old Taoist priest of the tenth hall replied gently.

"It's just a few years old, Wei Jushi doesn't have to be so polite."

"Respect for the old and love for the young, traditional virtue."

Wei San didn't know how to speak, and he always kept a straight face.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Fortunately, the old Taoist priest revealed the topic when he saw this.

"Then Wei Jushi, dare to ask you if you have anything to ask for this time?"

"Nature."

Wei San nodded unpretentiously.

"I want the Taoist chief to help me calculate a hexagram."

In fact, Wei San didn't tell Jiang Sheng the truth.

Regarding the three thousand grievances, whether the news of staying in Chongming City is true, he is only about sixty percent sure.

But at that time, he told Jiang Sheng.

This is solid information.

Obviously, Jiang Sheng was fooled by a man.

However, this sixty percent certainty is actually not small.

It's better than letting the black cat rummage around aimlessly.

What's more, the man is here to verify this information.

Because if you want the spirit management office, gather a large number of people to encircle and suppress the three thousand grievances.

Then the authenticity of the news must reach more than 90 percent.

Otherwise, the assembled manpower is likely to lead to emptiness elsewhere.

"Fortune telling?"

When the old Taoist priest heard the request, he looked at Wei San with a slightly hesitant expression.

"Wei Jushi, what do you want to count?"

"I want to count one."

As Wei San spoke, he took out five copper coins and half a note from his pocket.

"This is a bronze coin of the Great Five Emperors, and the eight characters of that person's birthday. I would like to ask you to help you calculate whether the other party is in Chongming City or not, and what his future will be. ”

The Five Emperors Copper Coin is divided into the Big Five Emperors Copper Coin and the Small Five Emperors Copper Coins.

The functions of the two are similar, but the effectiveness is different.

Among them, the copper coins of the Little Five Emperors are composed of the tired money issued by the five emperors of one dynasty respectively.

Represents the peak popularity of a dynasty.

As for the copper coins of the Great Five Emperors, they are composed of the tired coins issued by the five emperors of the five dynasties.

Represents the peak popularity of the five dynasties.

It is clear which is strong and which is weak.

"Great Five Emperors Copper Coins."

Looking at the utensils that Wei San took out, the old Taoist priest said with a deep gaze.

"Wei Jushi, you are really cautious."

"No way, it's a big deal."

Wei San buried his head and held a copper coin in his hand.

"Please also ask the Taoist to clarify your doubts."

"Okay."

Perhaps feeling the man's sincerity, the old Taoist priest bowed his head helplessly.

"Then I'll open it today."

In the next second, five copper coins flew into the air under the traction of a spiritual power.

A quarter of an hour later.

Waiting for the old Taoist priest to raise his hand with a pale face, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his cuff.

Wei San had already gotten the answer he wanted.

Or rather, half an answer.

Three thousand grievances are indeed staying in Chongming City, yes.

But the Taoist priest couldn't calculate the other party's subsequent movements.

The result of forcible deduction.

It was the copper plate that cracked, and the mouth spat blood.

"Wei Jushi, I did my best."

With a frightened look, he pushed away, and the pile of broken copper plates in front of him.

The old Taoist priest described it as withered.

He did his best, but he couldn't do it.

"The person you are tracking down has a great plan, and there is a great terror behind it, please be careful."

"I see."

Wei San bowed to the Taoist solemnly.

"Thank you, Dao Chang, for clarifying."

With that, he turned and left.

At this time, the old Taoist priest stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Wei Jushi, Poor Dao also has a question for you, have you ever heard an angry roar this morning?"

"Roar?"

Wei San, who had just arrived in the city, was surprised.

"What are the characteristics of the roar you are talking about?"

"Yes."

The old Taoist priest lowered his arm tiredly.

"The roar was so loud that it shook half the city."

……

When Wei San walked out of the Yama Palace.

It was already dark.

The man was carrying a suitcase and was about to find a place to stay.

But at the end of the road, he suddenly bumped into a young man in an overcoat.

"Oh, old acquaintance."

The young man looked at Wei San and grinned.

His voice was hoarse, old and hoarse.

"Click!"

On a secluded street.

Wei San, who was expressionless, stepped back suddenly.

At the same time, he opened the deadbolt in his hand.