A cold wind blew by, and the leaves rustled.

Yang Zhao tilted his head blankly, his face was cold.

Outside the shade of the trees, there were already a large number of unknown things smelling and smelling, they were colorless and odorless, they could not be seen or touched, but Yang Zhao knew that they were there.

They gathered more and more, converged more and more, overlapped, crowded one after another, and in a short time they flooded the entire Nanshan and quickly surged to the surrounding areas.

They squeezed and shouted outside the ginkgo tree, but none of them could enter, as if they had met an iron wall.

Yang Zhao wiped away the slightly wet tears on his face, patted the dirt off his body, and straightened his clothes.

She strode over to the ginkgo tree and bowed deeply.

"Yunyang Guan Yang Zhao, I have seen Uncle Gongsun."

Two teardrops snapped and fell, turning into two small puddles.

The Taoist trees of Yunyang Temple, regardless of their age, are called "Uncle Shi", which is a kind of inheritance since ancient times.

But who knew that after just one sentence, the leaves of the big ginkgo tree rattled, and the bright light came out through the leaves, like a breathing version of the swelling and contracting, and then the light soared into the sky.

The layers of endless nameless things were directly shattered and scattered by this light, and they were scattered one after another, scattering in all directions, and a silent snow fell between heaven and earth, and disappeared in an instant, just like spring snow meeting sunshine.

A fragrance lingers between the whole heaven and earth, strange but refreshing.

"Master ......."

Yang Zhao didn't say a word, silently accepted Fuyao as the abbot, and begged Gongsun Yan's uncle for a piece of ginkgo biloba at the bottom of the Fuyao statue.

Lonely souls and wild ghosts who have nothing to sustenance can't be incense.

This idol is carved by Uncle Gongsun Zhan to help him better accept the incense of Chixian Shenzhou.

The ginkgo biloba leaf held at the foot of the statue belonged to the newborn uncle Gongsun Yan, so that it could return to the Great Zhou with the statue of the god of Chixian Shenzhou.

At the center of the eyebrows of the statue is the ginkgo fruit that belongs to Uncle Gongsun Yong, carrying the soul of Fuyao.

The belly of the idol is mixed with the soil of the two worlds, and this soil can provide life to the ginkgo fruit in the center of the idol's eyebrows.

Only in this way can all kinds of means protect the soul that is about to dissipate.

Yang Zhao placed the idol in a small side hall near the gate, where offerings were already prepared.

After the incense and worship, I began to clean up the follow-up.

After such a composite array was built, Yang Zhao not only had to pay the silver, but also put on a banquet to reward the city lord Zheng, Xu Tong, Zong Yan and those caravans.

Thanks to the support of the city lord Zheng, and donated five thousand taels of silver to the Cangcheng Mansion in the name of Yunyang Guan.

Lord Zheng smiled happily and praised Yang Zhao's young talent again and again.

Thanks and congratulations to Xu Tong, on top of the original reward, he gave Xu Tong an extra hundred taels of silver, and the rest of his companions fifty taels each, in order to reward the hard work of these days.

Xu Tong smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, and was full of spirits, grabbing Yang Zhao and stuffing him with a piece of paper, which recorded a series of spiritual consumables that might be used in the formation in case of emergency.

"While these caravans haven't left, the ones in your big array except for our formations are the ones they know best, and it is most appropriate to buy these things directly from them."

Yang Zhao nodded and raised another glass of wine gratefully and toasted.

After the caravan had to settle the accounts after the banquet, a few little beans and the other party's account abacus beads shook the sky, and every cent of the right people had a headache.

Yang Zhao bought a batch of formation consumables from Xu Tong as spare parts, and signed a five-year formation maintenance contract with a relatively large Xinxue caravan.

In the next five years, the Xinxue Caravan will send people to Yunyang Temple to overhaul the formation every year.

Xu Tong didn't accept this job, in his words: he couldn't be busy studying the array, and it was better to hand over this simple work to the caravan.

Zong Yan brought the students of Yongzhou Mansion to help Yang Zhao, and Yang Zhao had to take them into Sujin Pagoda to find a soul weapon suitable for him, in addition to the banquet and a little hard work.

When they sent people in, Yang Zhao and Zong Yan didn't wait for those students in Sujin Pagoda, and the two of them came out first.

Yang Zhao sat on the chair with blank eyes and looked at his hands blankly.

Zong Yan stood next to Yang Zhao and wanted to open his mouth to comfort him, but he felt that he didn't have a backache when he stood and talked, so he could only sit silently next to him.

Dao Shu's movement was so big, not only did he know about Shen Ruoyu's affairs, but the entire Cangcheng people who had a little cultivation knew it.

From that day on, Yang Zhao ate and drank normally, handled things normally, and cleaned up the beginning and end of Yunyang Guan normally, and it seemed that there was nothing going on.

But Zong Yan knew that this was not the case, he had nothing to do in the past two days, and from time to time he could see Yang Zhao sitting in a daze, doing it for a long time, and even lost the necessary vigilance of a cultivator.

"Zong Xiaoyou, you have to go ahead of time, I'll sit with her for a while."

This sudden sound startled Zong Yan and Yang Zhao, and when they turned their heads, they saw that the old shark surnamed Qin had already arrived in front of the two of them, and the two of them didn't notice.

The two of them both stood up and saluted, and Zong Yan found a greeting and left.

The remaining two people sat down separately, and Yang Zhao asked politely.

"I don't know what Senior Qin is looking for me?"

"Oh, what's the matter? This is not the so-called trust of your Chixian Shenzhou, a matter of loyalty, Shen Ruoyu asked me to take care of you, if you have been so muddy, I am afraid that Shen Ruoyu will come and scold me in a big midnight dream. ”

Yang Zhao's eyes widened slightly: "You can see my ancestor dreaming, what is really the ...... in this world?"

Seeing the old shark surnamed Qin looking at her with a smile, Yang Zhao closed his mouth and felt discouraged.

Cultivation realm, such a tall and supernatural world, there is no underworld to support dreams.

"Your ancestor should have told you, ghosts are the same, how can there be any underworld in the world? If you are trapped in this matter and cannot get out, then the road ahead will be bumpy. ”

"I don't understand."

Yang Zhao's eyes slowly turned red: "Senior Qin, I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out even if I die, even if I want to provide nutrients for Uncle Gongsun Yan to grow up quickly, I can also spend money to buy the corpse of a fierce beast for Uncle Gongsun, why does he have to put himself on it." ”

The old shark surnamed Qin took out a tattered bag from his arms and put it on the table and pushed it in front of Yang Zhao, which contained Shen Ruoyu's hair.

"You should know that your master has forgotten a lot of things."

Yang Zhao looked at Xiaobao, a little homesick.

"I know, Shizu said that he was affected when he died, and he lost most of his memories."

"Yes, but not entirely, he lost his memory not only because he died, but because there was another memory stored in his soul, and in order to store this memory well, he cut his soul."

(End of chapter)