The two had just returned home and sat down.

"Have you thought about it?" Ruan Shiqing glanced at Cheng Wang beside him.

Cheng Wang sighed: "Seeing that scene, as you said, how can I be alone." He looked up at Ruan Shiqing: "Sometimes, I also want to be like the Marines. ”

Ruan Shiqing sighed, took out a copy of "Jiazi Year Empty Dao Gate Mystery Record" and handed it to Cheng Wang: "I have here a book that I have learned all my life from a Longhu Mountain veteran thousands of years ago, so I will give it to you after thinking about it, so as not to give my life in vain." ”

Cheng Wang looked at Ruan Shiqing in surprise: "How can I cultivate this kind of Dao method as an ordinary person?" ”

Ruan Shiqing patted Cheng Wang's head: "You don't really think that I broke into your room by accident, right?" ”

Cheng Wang's eyes widened: "Could it be ......?"

Ruan Shiqing smiled lightly: "I said, you are very suitable to be a Taoist priest. ”

Cheng Wang opened the yellowed ancient book of the book, and the first page was obviously just a few strange-looking ink lines.

Cheng Wang seemed to have noticed something from it, and his eyes lingered brightly, as if he had entered some kind of fantasy realm.

Ruan Shiqing raised his hand to cast a spell to send Cheng Wang to the bed, squatted down to look at Cheng Wang's slightly long eyelashes, and muttered, "It's really like an old man." ”

As if she smelled something, she stood up, and a white fox flew in from the window in a strange way, Ruan Shiqing hugged the fox, and his ears were close to its fur.

"You said that the Seventh Master went down to earth? This is not good news. ”

Immediately turned his head and looked at Cheng Wang with a solemn expression: "It seems that my ghost immortal is going to lose his trust." ”

Gently placing two books next to Cheng Wang's bedside, Ruan Shiqing looked out the window: "It seems that An Ziyan can only rely on you." ”

With that, the figure vanished and left the room.

Cheng Wang once again entered the illusion.

When I opened my eyes, this time I was on a misty green mountain.

On a piece of rice paper, a few strokes of ink are written in four large characters: empty door.

Cheng Wang stepped forward and stroked the rice paper, the paper was surprisingly delicate, and even, there was a slight sense of intimacy.

An old man's voice suddenly sounded in his head: "Old man Zhang's descendants? ”

Cheng Wang was taken aback, and hurriedly looked around, seeing that there was no one around, he cautiously asked, "The old gentleman called me again?" My surname is Zhang, my name is Cheng Wang. ”

"Huh? Odd. Come up to the mountain. ”

An ink-colored stone staircase that reached the sky appeared at his feet, and Cheng Wang stepped forward in hesitation, surrounded by a cloud of smoke.

Step by step, step by step.

Looking at the last bluestone stone step in front of him, Cheng Wang stepped up with difficulty, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and Cheng Wang finally reached the top of the mountain.

An old man sat on the ground on the top of the mountain and said with a smile: "Good seedling! The first time you climb the ladder to the peak, the old man has been waiting here for thousands of years, and finally when you have a fateful person, you are willing to be the last disciple of my empty Daomen. ”

Cheng Wang asked, "As your disciple, can you kill people?" ”

The remnant of the ancestor of the gate flickered: "You can kill or not, you have a scale in your heart." ”

Cheng Wang said in a daze: "Okay, I'll be your disciple." ”

The afterimage laughed: "Good boy, take over the inheritance." ”

Being hit by the smoke desperately towards Cheng Wang's body, the feeling that his body was about to burst made him feel painful.

The afterimage lamented: "Let you bear such a big cause and effect, it's the old way I'm incompetent." ”

I don't know how long it took, Cheng Wang sat up from the bed in a daze, and when he was half-awake, he saw a bronze token hanging from his waist, which was engraved with a line of small characters in Lishu: The Empty Dao Gate Master Order.

Cheng Wang's ears and eyes were clear in an instant: The master of the door? I? Became the master of the Daomen?

looked at the two books on the pillow, one "Spell Record" and one "Demon Eradication Treasure Book".

I remembered hearing Ruan Shiqing's farewell in a blur.

Cheng Wang suddenly fell silent.

Obviously, they have only been together for a few days, but when this ghost fairy left, he was very lonely in his heart, maybe he was too lonely before.

Fingers flicked the bronze token, feeling the fluctuations of the breath all over his body, and the feeling of obviously non-human physique made Cheng Wang a little crying and laughing.

"It's the same as dreaming, and you become a Taoist priest, and it seems that you are still very strong?"

took out his mobile phone and clicked on the private chat window of the WeChat landing team, he knew that he might have to go another way, but he was still reluctant to say his resignation to his captain, so he had to find an excuse.

"Lu team, something happened to my hometown, I may have to go home for a few days and ask for a leave."

Lu Yi sent a smile

"Stay safe."

………………………………

I am the village chief of Qingling Shanbai Village in Qingshan City, and today, there are dead people in the village.

Because of this incident, the people in the village are panicking these days, and this is a remote area, and it will take two or three days for the police to arrive.

I can't hold on anymore.

Hei Dayong, a fool in the village, hanged himself today, and a few days before his death, he kept babbling about taking bamboo and weaving umbrellas, and saying something on the street every day, "spare your life." ”

Everyone thought he was sick in the head.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he dies or not, no one cares about Baicun all year round, and no one knows how many fools die.

The bloody book he wrote on the wall before he died was what made the people in the village panic.

"Gold! It's all gold! Sooner or later, gold will kill us all! ”

This is the secret of the people of Baicun, and this secret may go back a thousand years.

All the people of Baicun don't want this secret to be made public.

……

The village chief Guo Liji looked at the dim moonlight outside the house, and slowly closed the lid of the pen, he has the habit of writing a diary, and the village chief's diary, obviously, hides a lot of secrets.

Smoking two puffs of dry tobacco, Bai Liji put on a coat and walked out of the door, the moonlight was dim, the sky was like ink, the rain last night had not dried, and the faint moonlight was reflected on the ground.

Guo Liji walked to a puddle, leaned on a dead tree on the side, and smoked another dry cigarette.

suddenly remembered that a few days ago, the baby of the old Wang family who was working in the city also lost his life.

"It's all sin."

He took a hard puff of his cigarette and choked and coughed constantly.

Guo Liji remembered those who went into the city to enjoy life in his early years, and suddenly sighed, and he didn't know what happened to those people.

Anyway, his son was dead and committed suicide, and no one knows what happened.

It seems that there is a Chief Lu over there in Haicheng who will come to comfort the family of the deceased in two days.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Hei Dayong has been stupid all his life, but one thing is right.

Sooner or later, the people of Baicun will be killed by the gold.

Guo Liji knocked on the cigarette stick, planning to go home and sleep.

Suddenly, the top of his head was wet and cold.

"Is it a drop of water from a tree?"

Guo Liji habitually touched the top of his head, stretched out his hand to look, and suddenly a cold air rushed straight to his heart.

In the faint moonlight, he could still see the bright color of blood.

Guo Liji only felt that his scalp was numb, and when he looked at the puddle, his pupils dilated even more, his eye sockets were extremely exaggerated, his face was pale, and his blood was coagulated at this moment.

In the reflection of the puddle, two miserable white eyes hung on the branches and stared straight at him.

In the night, a gust of wind blew.

The black crow was startled, and in the midst of a hoarse chirping, a jet-black umbrella lay in the puddle of blood.