The people of Jinyang are simple and simple, and the locals are all good to talk about.

I saw that the passer-by pulled Wang Lin and talked a lot, and finally added in a convincing manner:

"I am in the Jinyang City Mansion, there is no such thing!"

This just answered Wang Lin's question, and in the eyes of this old brother, this matter is not over.

He looked at the plain and poor Taoist robe on Wang Lin's body, as well as the two simple and simple shabby long swords on his back, sighed and shook his head, stretched out his finger and pointed to the Taoist monks who were swaggering by the roadside.

Wang Lin looked at it and found that the Taoists on the street were all wearing yellow robes, wearing high gong crowns, stepping on colorful brocade moire boots, wearing all kinds of dazzling weapons, and magic swords inlaid with beads and jade.

Those monks are wearing brocade robes, with gold wire trimming, cloud brocade as the bottom, and the corners of the robes are fixed with jade rings and jade, holding a bright tin staff, jingling bells all the way to make a crisp sound.

The old man approached and whispered:

"Dao Ye, you look like a serious cultivator, but it's a pity that the recent Double Ninth Festival, this Jinyang City is full of monks and Taoists, you look at them, all of them are full of brilliance, and they all look like true monks, and I don't know who has the ability and who doesn't.

"In short, our Jinyang City has been full of Dharma and dojos recently, I heard that there is going to be a big battle to eliminate ghosts and purify evils, if you don't dislike it, Daoist, you can go over and have a good time, you can always eat together, and you won't come to the city for nothing."

Wang Lin found it quite interesting, he swept it with his divine sense, and found that these Taoist monks obviously had no cultivation at all, but they all looked solemn, and they looked a little more real than those Taoist real people in their Pure Yang Palace who had cultivated to the realm of Jindan.

But he doesn't have the free time to join in the excitement now, and just after hearing the news that "the government is safe and sound, nothing happened", it has already made him full of doubts and feel bad.

After thanking this enthusiastic passer-by brother, he hurriedly swung his mana, stepped out of a nine-palace phantom, and his figure flashed away.

He was so anxious that he didn't even bother to use the light body method of flying on the grass, and directly took a step forward, stirring up a gust of wind.

Under the pace of Jiugong, a strong wind suddenly rose and blew away sharply.

The passer-by brother who still wanted to talk freely was blinded by this rapid wind for a while, and when he finally opened his eyes again, he found that the handsome little Taoist priest had disappeared.

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The street outside the government office is lively and noisy, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians.

But in this mansion, it is still cold.

The gate of the government seemed to cut off this celebratory atmosphere, allowing the crowd to be noisy outside, but there was no sound from inside.

Standing on duty in front of the government was a cowardly hunter, with a pale yellow face, a dull expression, and a gray body.

The catcher was holding the knife on his waist, as if he had no bones, and leaned lazily against the doorpost.

Wang Lin mingled in the crowd, his eyes widened in surprise.

Looking at the face of this standing guard and catching quickly, his face was full of disbelief.

This is the fast catch on duty.

He recognized.

It was the poor man Ding San, who had died a month ago.

The mana converged in his eyes, and Wang Lin looked at the sky above the mansion, and there was a large area of black smoke and ghostly energy.

This black mist and ghostly aura filled the palace inside, but it still couldn't be placed.

The extra black qi overflowed and rushed straight into the sky, diffusing it.

Wang Lin frowned, puzzled, unable to understand what was going on.

If you want to say that there is a ghost, how stupid does this ghost have to be to think about it, so that under the nose of Chunyang Palace, he chose to occupy the government in the city?

A few days ago, he used the golden light talisman drawn by his senior brother on Taiheng Mountain, and if he didn't say that the ghosts were wiped out, at least the evil spirits had retreated.

If you want to say that there is no ghost, this dead Ding San is standing in front of him, can it be that the dead body cannot be resurrected?

He stretched out his hand in his arms, and was about to pick up the golden light talisman and break into the mansion to find out, when a middle-aged woman looked frightened, and suddenly ran to "Ding San", crying and reporting to the official.

"Ghosts, ghosts! The ghost kills! ”

The woman trembled and looked frightened, threw herself to the ground, and cried loudly at the gate of the palace.

When pedestrians pass by, they will deliberately avoid the front of the government office.

But as soon as they heard that someone had come to report to the official and said that there were ghosts who had killed people, they all came forward and gathered in front of the government to hear what was going on.

"Ding San" in front of the door, moved his eyes, and after noting the appearance of the woman who collapsed to the ground and came to report to the official, he slowly turned around, pushed open the door of the mansion, buzzed in his throat, and shouted with his cheeks:

"There is a homicide case of death and injury~"

When the door was neutral, two servants walked out, two to catch fast, and one to catch the head.

The five men walked out side by side, armed with sticks or knives and guns.

Wang Lin watched the changes in the crowd, he looked at the few people who walked out, and found that there were two officials whom he also recognized, and had helped him carry the reward together.

But they were also like Ding San, whose heads had already rolled on the ground of the mansion, and they were dead people he had seen with his own eyes.

Five people stood side by side in front of the door.

Then the head catcher in the middle walked out of the queue alone, picked up the woman, and asked in a hum:

"Who are you? For whom? Where did it happen? What exactly? Can the wounded still be saved? ”

The woman was dazed and frightened, and she couldn't get back to so many questions at once, so she grabbed the hand of the head catcher and cried urgently:

"Dead, all dead, my family of eight, only I am left!"

Seeing that he couldn't say anything, the catcher asked the official to pull her up and help her out into the crowd to see if anyone knew the woman.

After a while, someone said:

"Isn't this the lady of the Tian family who sells rat poison on West Street?"

After some inquiry, the head catcher figured out the identity of the woman who reported the official, and led the four of his subordinates to walk towards the Tian family selling medicine on West Street.

Those who have good deeds swaggered all the way and followed together.

From time to time, people who had just walked in and didn't know why were curious to ask what was going on.

A large number of people followed behind the head catcher and discussed:

"There are ghosts! It's the Tian family that is haunted! ”

"You are talking nonsense, recently our city is full of masters, so many Taoist monks are here, how can there be ghosts?"

"Hey, the eldest lady of the Tian family was so frightened that she lost her soul, saying that her whole family was dead, how can this be fake?"

"Then she doesn't look for those masters to do things to exorcise ghosts, what is she going to do with the government office? Can the yamen still catch ghosts? ”

The crowd was bustling, and the noise was so annoying that the head-catchers were annoying.

He pressed his left heel to the ground, propped up his right toe, turned half to the left without more or less, and hummed:

"I can catch it! The government handles the case, and the ghosts are not spared, so wait for Hugh to say more! ”

The people behind him were even more amazed when they heard this, and immediately shouted: "Catch the ghost, catch the ghost!" ”

The crowd became more and more excited, and they all ran around to tell each other, calling friends to come to see what kind of ghost hunting method this government government has.

Wang Lin followed behind them, squinting his eyes at the surging ghost qi that came out of the bodies of these servants.

He looked at the righteous head catcher, and then at the thick ghost mist that rose high above his head, two feet long, and his heart became more and more uncertain about what was going on in front of him.