Zhang Fanshan and Yu Deyun are also choked enough, and the remaining Master Wang Jingwen will not know where to hide as soon as everyone does it. At this time, he seems to be the only one who can go down.

Zhang Chengjia cried and mourned, pointed to his nose with some trembling and asked, "Me?"

"Hurry up!" Wen Fei shouted.

Zhang Chengjia was drunk by this, like an animal that had been whipped, and he trembled. Finally, trembling and walking towards the grave.

Outsiders don't know how many complicated mental struggles Zhang Chengjia has done in his heart. I saw him pluck up his courage and jump slowly into the grave. With his eyes closed, he touched the corpse with the spirit of a warrior martyr.

I'm afraid that all of a sudden, I will become like that yellow hair. But none of the imaginaries in his mind happened, and Zhang Chengjia took the gold plate in his hand.

At the same time, the yellow hair under Wen Fei's feet finally stopped moving, and his mouth began to foam at the mouth like a sheep's madness.

Pounding the yellow hair into this appearance, even Wen Fei was a little reluctant. Although it was obvious that even if he Wen Da Heavenly Master kicked this yellow hair down to test the waters......

However, this conscience was only stalemate for less than half a minute, and Zhang Chengjia climbed up with difficulty. Wen Fei was immediately attracted by the gold plate in Zhang Chengjia's hand, and immediately forgot about the yellow hair and moved it to the clouds.

When I picked up the gold plate and looked at it, I saw a strange statue of a god with three heads and twelve arms, full of fangs, painted on it. On the other side, there are dense scriptures. I just watched it for a long time, but Wen Fei didn't recognize a word.

At this time, Wang Jingwen, who didn't know which grave to hide behind just now, finally ran out and came over to take a look. He said, "Strangely, how do these seem to be Tibetan, are they Tantric things? But they don't look like them." Zhang Sheng, where did this gold plate come from?"

Zhang Chengjia thought for a long time, and then he remembered: "I remembered." This is an antique that I used to see my grandfather playing with when I was a kid. He has always been very precious about this thing, and he never let others touch it. Once I was naughty and sneaked into his study. As a result, before I could touch this thing, my grandfather found it. Hit hard. ”

Wen Fei and Wang Jingwen glanced at each other, and it seemed that they were right. The oddity of a qiē is all on this gold plate.

Zhang Chengjia continued to recall: "But later, after my grandfather died, this thing disappeared. I thought someone had taken it. At that time, there were many people talking, and they were making trouble dividing the family property every day. So...... I didn't expect to be buried with my grandfather!"

is faster than those bad things of wealthy families competing for family property, and the bloody TV series at eight o'clock has already been let go tens of thousands of times. No one would be interested, so Wang Jingwen asked, "So, Zhang Sheng, do you know where this gold plate came from?"

Zhang Chengjia shook his head. He really didn't know that. "This gold plate has been there since I can remember," he said. ”

Wen Fei listened to two sentences, and saw that Wang Chengjia didn't know the origin of this gold plate, so he was immediately no longer interested. Although he didn't know the origin of this gold plate, Wen Fei knew the role of this gold plate. Immediately, his face changed: "There is an evil power on this gold plate, and every qiē of your family is brought by this gold plate." So I'm going to take this gold plate with me. Find a place to suppress it!"

Wang Chengjia didn't doubt Wen Fei's words at all, what he saw with his own eyes, even if he didn't need Wen Fei to say more, he would stay away from this gold plate.

After harvesting this gold plate, Wen Fei was in a good mood.

Wang Jingwen suddenly held the compass and shouted, "It's strange, it's strange." Why doesn't this compass look the same as it did just now?"

Wen Fei smiled slightly, without Wang Jingwen saying it, he could already see it clearly. The earth is born. began to pour out. This place is indeed a treasure of feng shui, but the previous earth qi has been absorbed by this gold plate.

Wen Fei asked, "Mr. Zhang, when your grandfather was dying, did you ask you to often offer incense to his grave?"

Zhang Chengjia thought for a while and said embarrassedly: "It seems that there is such a thing, but Mingzhu is so far away from here." We can only come back every year to sweep the graves...... Well, I was a young ...... at the time."

Wen Fei stopped talking. Put this gold plate away. He's got a complete picture of what happened.

Cleaning up the beginning and end, of course, is Wang Jingwen's business. This piece of feng shui treasure land, since it has not been broken. Then it is natural to re-bury it, but there is a lot of attention to it. It is up to this feng shui master to remedy it. How to re-bury.

But when the people saw the corpse in the tomb, they found that the whole body had completely decomposed, and only a few dry bones remained......

Back to Mingzhu, Wen Fei couldn't wait to take out the gold plate. Set up the altar, light three sandalwoods, and shout: "Not yet!"

Suddenly, a breath rushed out of the gold plate, driving the green smoke wafting in the air, which made people see it clearly. In the green smoke of the incense, the silhouette of a demon god vaguely appeared, which was exactly the appearance of the three-headed and twelve-armed hideous devil on the gold plate.

It's just that at this time, it can be clearly seen that this demon god is extremely weak, even in the incense. It's just barely formed, like a gust of wind that can be blown away.

Wen Fei was disappointed for a while, he couldn't imagine that this pagan demon god was actually so weak, and as soon as he pinched the magic trick, the outline in the green smoke dispersed.

"I originally thought I had picked up a treasure, but I didn't expect this thing to be so weak. But if I'm not mistaken, this thing should be sacrificed with blood, this demon god, I'm afraid it will be eaten with blood. I don't know which cult is enshrined, and it seems that it is inseparable from the burial place!"

Wen Fei was still a little interested in the gold plate, but at this time, he was a little interested, and casually threw the gold plate on the table and returned to the time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty......

Two days later, the window of Wen Fei's house was suddenly opened from the outside. A thief-headed figure slipped in, rummaging around for something. When he saw the obvious gold plate thrown on the table, he suddenly smiled. Go up and grab the gold plate. Then I wanted to go out of the window, but I didn't want to, my body stiffened, revealing an extremely terrifying look, and the whole person fell from the window............

Wen Fei returned to the Northern Song Dynasty to compile Taoist scriptures with those Taoist priests, and at the same time rectified the salt affairs of the Jiechi. In the blink of an eye, I stayed in Xie Zhou for two or three months, and the weather became warmer and warmer, until the compilation of the scriptures was completed on this day.

The Taoist priests who participated in the compilation laughed in unison. But there is an old way, close his eyes and smile, and when others pay attention, his body is already cold.

"Brother Liu Dao......" Everyone exclaimed, this one who sat down all of a sudden was none other than Maoshan Grandmaster Liu Mingkang.

"Seniors don't need to be like this!" Liu Mingkang's disciple Di Jingzhi stood up and said, "The family master Shouyuan has already been exhausted, but he is just worried, and he can't let go of the compilation of my Taoist holy scriptures. This has been delayed again and again, and now the holy canon has been written. The teacher's wish has been fulfilled, and he drove away. It's a great joy!"

When the Taoist priests heard this, they all bowed to the chief and said in their mouths: "Sanqing is on the ......"

Liu Mingkang died like this? Wen Fei, who sat in the first place and sat on the head of a group of vain white and white old Taoists, was also a little embarrassed in his heart.

This Liu Mingkang, Wen Fei didn't have a good impression. However, since he came to Jiezhou, he has been in contact with this person for a long time, and he found that Liu Mingkang is really a high-level Taoist, modest and diluted. The most important thing is that he is very supportive and respectful of the great sect leader. So for so long, the relationship between the two sides has become closer and closer. Although Liu Mingkang said that his life was not long when he first came last time. However, Wen Feijing is good at the art of looking at qi, and he can see that Liu Mingkang's three lights are all vigorous, and the light of his whole body shines out, and the inside and outside are crystal clear, like crystal. In this way, the cultivation is extremely high, even if you die, you can directly turn into a ghost and god without any ritual transcendence.

Unexpectedly, so suddenly, Liu Mingkang died. But listening to the first old Taoist priest, he sighed: "I can't imagine that the grandmaster would rather delay the merits of the next life, but also participate in the grand ceremony of my Daomen, he is really a model in my life!" The person who spoke was also an old acquaintance of Wen Fei, but it was Feng Taisheng of the Maoshan faction.

Hearing this, Wen Fei suddenly realized. It's no wonder that not only did he not need to see it, but even if there were so many high paths here, he didn't see anything. It turned out that Liu Mingkang actually cast some kind of spell, and actually overdrew the power of the divine soul in exchange for such a few months of yang longevity.

Wen Fei couldn't help but be in awe, this is really a religious person, and he is far inferior to him in any case. For these monks, death is not the end, but the beginning of a new path of monasticism. And it's still inheritable.

Just like that Liu Mingkang, the body and mind of cultivation are pure, and they turn into a piece of glass, pure and crystalline. This cultivation can be a ghost and god in the underworld, but this path is not willing to be taken by serious cultivators. Then reincarnate and re-cultivate, although the Dao cultivation in the previous life cannot be taken away, but the most fundamental spiritual thoroughness can bring countless benefits in the cultivation of the next life.

However, in order to compile the Taoist classics, this Liu Mingkang actually spent the power of his soul in exchange for a few months of yang longevity, and this consumption was great.

When Wen Fei was thinking nonsense, he saw Di Jingzhi come to Wen Fei's side, bowed, and said, "Sect Master, the family teacher still has last words to explain to the sect leader!"

As soon as these words came out, except for Wen Fei. The other Taoist priests seemed to have thought of something, but none of them spoke. Wen Fei, who looked at each other with complicated eyes, and Wen Fei, who was ignorant, followed Di Jing into the quiet room where Liu Mingkang lived.

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