Last time, the secret secret room could be found by sneakers, and for the sake of safety, this time Ling Wenwu's family of three changed rooms and hid.

This was originally an empty room, usually not very well cared for, and there was a lot of dust, so they needed to use it temporarily, and they didn't have time to clean it, but they hurriedly laid out a straw mat, and the family lay down in rows.

Mrs. Ling has been a little squeamish over the years, and she was extremely uncomfortable by the dust that drifted around, and she writhed around next to Ling Wenwu's body unconsciously.

"What a wave! The kids are here! It's all burning eyebrows, and I'm still thinking about making waves! ”

Ling Wenwu was twisted by her, he snorted, and carefully turned his head to look at Ling Gui, fortunately Ling Gui had no heart and lungs, and slept like a pig at this time.

Ling Wenwu, don't look as strong as a cow, in fact, his courage is smaller than a fly's egg, and at this time, lying among his wife and children, he is still very panicked in his heart.

"The master, that fairy Xu looks confident, this time, can he save us from the sea of suffering?" Mrs. Ling said with some uncertainty.

After all, the previous two times, it really scared her enough, and there are still shadows to this day.

"Don't worry, sure! We'll be able to get a good night's sleep from tomorrow. While Ling Wenwu comforted his wife, he was also comforting himself.

Suddenly, the room that had been bolted was smashed open, and a gloomy voice sounded at the same time.

"People who have done bad things are not qualified to sleep well!"

This sudden development frightened Ling Wenwu and his wife so much that they only had to scream output, and even Ling Gui, who had been sleeping soundly, was woken up by them and inexplicably joined the screaming camp.

Seeing that the figure standing at the door didn't move for a long time, just staring at them without saying a word, the screams of Ling Wenwu's family slowly became quieter.

The figure stood there with one hand on his chest and the light on his back, and Mrs. Ling looked at it for a while before she was sure that it was not the ghost of the eldest brother and sister-in-law who had come to ask for her life, so she opened her mouth tremblingly: "You, who are you?" ”

"I'm going down the mountain." The other party cherished the words like gold, and after spitting out five words, he closed his mouth tightly.

Ling Wenwu was a little confused, and asked his wife in a low voice: "Who is this person?" Sound familiar? Does it have anything to do with us? ”

Mrs. Ling put the name through her mind and exclaimed, "Yes, it's the black-faced boy under Meng Shanjun's seat!" ”

In the world of monks, Monsan is an unfortunate and fortunate predecessor who ascended two million years ago, and the mountain boy is his apprentice, and the two have a deep relationship, and they took it away together when they ascended.

Why is it said that he is both unlucky and lucky?

Monsan was originally a mortal, with a rich family property, a group of wives and concubines, and children running all over the ground, and he should have been happy until the end of his life, which can be regarded as an enviable happy life.

However, he was very unlucky, once when he went out, he met two great powers who started a war, and his body was instantly crushed and he died so much that he couldn't die anymore.

But fortunately, his soul was attached to a spiritual treasure left by a great power, and from then on, he started a difficult ghost cultivation career, and finally succeeded in entering the Dao and ascended one step by one.

The reason why he is famous in the world of monks is that he is the first ghost cultivator to go to the step of ascension.

But he is even more famous in the mortal world, because mortals respect him as the "Ghost King", known as "Monsanjun".

The thoughts of mortals are difficult for monks to understand. Sometimes they are not afraid of real demons, and they are not afraid of monks who can call the wind and rain, but they are very afraid of ethereal ghosts, and the ghost king Meng Shanjun is definitely the existence they fear the most.

Among the countless stories, legends and dramas, Meng Shanjun has all kinds of brilliant deeds, the most widely spread of which is that he is the king of ghosts, no matter how powerful a mortal is, he will be in his charge after death, he will let your ghost go to the sea of fire, sleep on the bed of thorns, and drink iron juice No one can resist!

The figure who should have only appeared in the legend, the herald in front of his seat, appeared in front of him, and Ling Wenwu and his wife were almost frightened and incontinent on the spot.

The two hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed desperately, and Mrs. Ling also pressed down Ling Gui, who looked ignorant, and pressed her head on the floor to knock "knock, knock, knock".

Seeing that this family was flattering and panicked, the corner of the mountain boy's mouth hooked, but he immediately pressed it down when no one noticed.

"Master has something, summon the three of you." He said in a nonchalant tone.

However, hearing these words in the ears of Ling Wenwu's family was no less than thunder.

In various rumors, the people who were summoned by the ghost king did not end well!

Ling Wenwu and his wife glanced at each other in horror, and at the same time thought of a possibility: Could it be that the eldest brother and sister-in-law came to the ghost king to sue them?

At this moment, they really regretted it.

What's the point of being comfortable in the world for a few decades before you die? If you are targeted by the ghost king, you will suffer thousands or tens of thousands of years of sins after death!

However, the ghost king had an order, and they didn't dare not listen to it, so they could only get up with soft hands and feet, and follow the mountain boy and go out.

After going out, what came into their eyes was no longer the courtyard they were familiar with, but a large hall, the huge pillars, towering and not topping, the hall was so wide and quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

In this atmosphere, the fear in the hearts of Ling Wenwu's family almost reached its peak.

Finally, after walking for an unknown amount of time, they came to the end of the main hall, where there was a black wooden desk, and behind it sat a black-robed man.

The man, with flying eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and diamond-shaped lips as bright red as a woman.

Although he looks different from Meng Shanjun on the stage, the kind of superior who is not angry and arrogant, just by looking at it, it makes people feel awe, and he completely surrenders from the bottom of his heart.

The three members of the Ling family subconsciously knew: he was the fake Meng Sanjun!

The mountain boy walked straight behind the black-robed man and stood still, he didn't have any special instructions, but the Ling family couldn't help but "pounce" and knelt down towards the black-robed man.

"Ling Wenwu, Wu Juan, Ling Gui." Meng Shanjun's voice was low and his tone was light.

The three kneeling people couldn't help but beat their hearts when they heard their names come out of each other's mouths.

"You three, do you know why you're here?"

"Meng, Master Meng......"

Ling Wenwu swallowed his saliva with difficulty, he originally wanted to defend himself, but he knew very well that in the face of the omniscient and omnipotent ghost king, all quibbling words were meaningless, and he couldn't say anything.

"The embezzlement of the property of widows and orphans, no matter how complete the formalities are on the surface, is not recorded in this account in my hand."

Meng Shanjun still spoke in a light tone, and put the book he was reading in his hand on the desk in front of him.

"Master Meng......" Ling Wenwu cried with a sad face, and he didn't dare to shout grievances at all. Sure enough, what is said in the play is right, there is nothing to hide from Meng Shanjun!