Xie Lian was slightly startled, and said, “Who could that be? Normally speaking, with this kind of storm, there should be no more than fifty people affected.”

Hua Cheng said: "I guess that maybe the person who sent the empty-shell Taoist in the Half Moon Pass incident is the same person."

In this way, it seemed as if there was always a hand pushing him to the center of all kinds of chaotic events. Xie Lian suddenly felt puzzled and asked, "What is this person's purpose?"

Hua Cheng shook his head, as if thinking about something. At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of children playing outside the Puqi Temple, and his sharp eyes swept out. Following his gaze, Xie Lian looked out through the window lattice and saw two children playing outside the door. Gu Zi was riding on Lang Ying's shoulders, looking carefree.

As a matter of course, the navy master concealed the truth and replaced the original with a fake, the wind master was an impostor, the "geometry master" was also an impostor, the navy master's head and body were separated, and the wind and earth masters were nowhere to be found. These four things, four bolts from the blue, four earth-shattering thunders, one louder than the other, caused an uproar in the Upper Heaven and the Middle Heaven.

For a moment, everyone was so shocked that they didn't know what to say. No one in the Shenwu Hall expressed their opinions. Even Jun Wu's hands seemed to be unable to support his forehead.

Although Mingyi usually doesn't interact with people much, only people like Shi Qingxuan who likes to pester others can get along well with him, and no one else has a close relationship with him, but when he thinks that his colleague is actually the legendary Ghost King of Despair, the shock is too great.

In order to play the role of a geomancer, this ghost king has worked diligently for so many years and gathered a large number of believers in the human world. He was even able to enter the top ten at the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival, which is higher than the ranking of most of the priests in the upper heaven. It is really terrifying, and he is worthy of being the ghost king of desperate situations. Everyone couldn't help but murmur, even if they were told now that Huacheng was among them, or that Huacheng had inserted someone in the upper heaven, they would not be more shocked.

The grudge between Black Water Black Ghost and Water Master Wu Du is not mentioned, but there is no doubt that Master Zhendi died at the hands of Black Water Black Ghost. Therefore, the Heavenly Court formally issued an arrest warrant for Black Water Black Ghost. But everyone knows that if a ghost king in desperate situation wants to hide, is it so easy to be found?

As the saying goes, when a wall falls, everyone pushes it. In the past, the two Feng Shui masters were in great glory and had a hundred responses. Whenever Master Wu Du appeared, everyone was full of praise. But when he died suddenly, everyone was afraid to say anything. Master Qingxuan loved to make friends and was generous. At this time, countless "friends" on weekdays had gone. Pei Ming collected the headless corpse of the water master. On the day of the burial, it was cold and deserted. Except for Xie Lian and Ling Wen, there were not many other gods present. Xie Lian thought that in recent days, whether it was intentional or not, a group of people had started to burn and smash the Feng Shui temple. Although he couldn't bear it and tried to stop them several times, as time went by, people found that the gods they worshipped had lost their power and would only get worse. They could stop it for a while, but not forever. In a dozen years, or even just a few years, people would forget the two Feng Shui gods who had once stood at the top of the upper heaven. He couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Finally, Xie Lian said to Ling Wen, “Master Fengshi… I’m sorry to trouble you to find out Qingxuan’s whereabouts.”

Ling Wen also had a solemn expression and had not smiled for many days. He said, "Your Highness, there is no need to say more. I will also do my best."

Pei Ming said, "Your Highness, instead of letting Lingwen Hall search over there like a bunch of oxen pulling a broken cart, why not just ask your Blood Rain Scholar if he can find out from that black crazy ghost where Qingxuan is? He has also taken Senior Brother Shui's head, what else does he want to do?"

Xie Lian shook his head and said helplessly, “General Pei is taking things for granted. Does one desperate ghost king need to tell another one what he wants to do?”

Therefore, Pei Ming didn't say anything more.

Back at Puqi Monastery, many villagers gathered in front of the monastery, whispering. Xie Lian knew what was going on without asking, because there was a burst of ghostly howling coming from Puqi Monastery. The village chief was terrified and grabbed him and said, "Master, your crazy cousin, he, he, he, he..."

Xie Lian's explanation to the public was that Qi Rong was his mad cousin, who was despised by others and no one was willing to take him in, so he took him in voluntarily. In a sense, it was not a lie. He said, "He's crazy again, right? It's okay. He's locked up. He won't come out. Everyone, go away."

The villagers all said, "Oh," and dispersed. Before they dispersed, the village chief gave Xie Lian a basket of eggs and said, "Hey, Taoist priest, your little flower..."

Xie Lian was confused at first: "??? Xiao Hua???" He finally reacted and said, "Oh, San Lang, right?" Thinking that Hua Cheng's identity to the outside world was his younger brother, who ran away from home and came to his place to play, he felt a little embarrassed. The village chief said: "Yes! Your Xiao Hua helped us repair something again today, you should reward him well tonight."

"Yes! Give him some nourishment, so that he can eat well and work better!"

Xie Lian couldn’t help laughing and said, “Okay, okay. Definitely, definitely.”

When he opened the door, Lang Ying had already curled up in the corner and fallen asleep. Qi Rong was lying on the ground, howling and wailing, looking like he had a heartburn. Gu Zi was massaging his back and shoulders, saying, "Dad, are you feeling better?"

“…” Xie Lian took off his hat with one hand and put the egg in the other, saying, “What’s wrong with you? Did you have an upset stomach?”

Qi Rong pouted: "As long as you don't fucking cook anything for me, I won't get sick even if I lick shit and ashes on the ground!"

Hearing his exaggeration, Xie Lian put his hands up in his sleeves and said, “Then why don’t you try licking those and see if it will upset your stomach?”

Qi Rong said, "Pooh, pooh, pooh! What did I say? You've exposed your dark heart again! You're trying to torture me in all kinds of ways! Oh my good son, not bad, not bad, switch sides and hit me. Hehehe~ Oh mom, what the hell is going on? I've been so restless lately, as restless as a cat about to meow. Am I sick?! Cousin Prince! I'm sick! It must be because of you that I'm sick because you abused me! You damn Xuelian, you're going to kill people again!"

Xie Lian squatted down, touched his forehead and asked, “Do you have a fever?” He paused, then moved his hand away and frowned, “No. You’re not pretending, are you?”

Qi Rong was about to scold again, but Gu Zi said pitifully, "Master, my father didn't lie to you. He has been feeling unwell lately and screamed for a long time today."

Seeing Qi Rong squirming on the ground, Xie Lian shook his head and stood up to look for the medicine box, but suddenly found that the merit box was heavy. This merit box was newly made by Hua Cheng, so there should be nothing in it. Xie Lian was surprised and took out the key to open it. He was dumbfounded and was blinded by a box of bright gold bars.

With a "click", Xie Lian quickly closed the merit box again.

Didn't he send back the box of gold bars sent by the navy a long time ago? Could it be that someone else sent it back?

It couldn’t be Hua Cheng. He wouldn’t do something as simple and crude as stuffing a gold bar directly into someone’s pocket. Xie Lian turned around and asked, “Qi Rong, has anyone been here?”

Qi Rong pointed at his nose and cursed: "Hey, are you kidding me? Do you really think I'm your gatekeeper? Do you think you're Jue? Jue doesn't have the guts to be as bold as you. Neither Chou Heishui nor Gou Huacheng dare to treat me as a gatekeeper!"

With a clang, the door of the Puqi Temple was kicked open. It was Hua Cheng who kicked the door in. When Qi Rong saw him, he was speechless and quietly moved to the side, not daring to mention what he saw that night. Xie Lian said, "Sanlang, you're back."

Hua Cheng smiled and said, "Yes."

Xie Lian said, “Thank you for your hard work. The village chief sent me some treats for you. Let’s have something good tonight.”

Hua Cheng said: "Okay. But, brother, do you want to come to my place tonight?"

Xie Lian asked, “Ghost Market?”

Hua Cheng said, "Yes. By the way, take this thing with you." He pointed at Qi Rong, "See if there is any way to pull his soul out."

After a moment of hesitation, Xie Lian said, "Alright." It was not a good idea to keep dragging it on like this. Of course, the most important reason was that Qi Rong was too much of a glutton, and his Puqi Temple really could no longer afford it.

When Qi Rong heard that he was going to be sent to the ghost market, he was horrified and tried to resist, but his protest was ineffective. After a puff of smoke, Hua Cheng turned him into a green tumbler, and asked Gu Zi to hold him in his arms and take him to the ghost market.

The ghost market was still as lively as ever. Walking down the street, the ghosts all remembered Xie Lian. Seeing him coming again, they all shouted, “Grandfather!… No, my friend, you’re here again!”

"Ha! Are you missing our special snacks here?"

Xie Lian brought the basket of eggs with him, distributing them as local specialties from the human world. Many ghosts who got the eggs were so happy that they danced with joy. Some decided to eat them with their own blood tonight, and some announced that they would use the eggs to hatch an eight-foot-tall monster. Hua Cheng untied the magic on Qi Rong, and after a burst of green smoke, the man possessed by Qi Rong appeared on the street, crouching with his head in his hands, not saying a word. Some ghosts smelled the smell on him and said, "Hey, isn't this a green ghost?"

The ghosts all gathered around, sniffed for a long time, then laughed, “Hahahahahahahaha, it’s really the Green Ghost, this idiot is here again hahahahahahaha!”

"Hahahahaha, you still dare to come!"

Hua Cheng said: "Little one, keep an eye on me. Big one, think of a way to drag him out for me without damaging his body."

"Yes! City Lord!"

Then, a few beautiful female ghosts picked up Gu Zi and hummed a few tunes to coax him to sleep. The rest of the demons and ghosts started playing a game of catching people with Qi Rong. One of them screamed and ran away, and a group of ghosts chased him relentlessly. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian looked for a while, then turned around and entered Qiandeng Temple.

The two of them slowly walked into the hall and approached the altar, which was still covered with pens, ink, paper and inkstone. Xie Lian had been in a heavy mood recently, and after reading this, he intentionally lightened the atmosphere, smiled slightly, and said, "Last time I taught you, I told you to practice calligraphy more when you have time, but you haven't practiced recently, right?"

Hua Cheng coughed and said, "Brother, you gave away all the things you gave me as a reward. What should I eat tonight?"

Xie Lian imitated him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, “Don’t talk about other things.”

Hua Cheng said: "I can practice swordplay, but not calligraphy. My brother is not here to guide me. If I practice alone, I'm afraid I won't practice correctly, and the more I practice, the worse I will get."

Xie Lian raised one eyebrow even higher and said, “San Lang is so smart, is there anything he is not good at?”

Hua Cheng picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and said modestly, "Seriously. Please teach me, brother."

Xie Lian sighed and said, “Write it first.”

So, Hua Cheng wrote two lines seriously. Xie Lian read it for a while, and couldn't bear to read any more, so he said, "... Stop, stop. You... better stop it."

Don’t waste the good writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. Hua Cheng said, “Oh.” He really stopped and put away the brush. Xie Lian shook his head and said, “San Lang, you… don’t tell anyone that I taught you calligraphy.”

Hua Cheng said: "Brother, I really tried my best."

He seemed a little aggrieved when he said this. A good ghost king in desperate situation, whose name was known to the Three Realms and terrified, now stood like a primary school student, listening obediently to Xie Lian's criticism. After explaining a few more key points, Xie Lian held his hand as he did last time and said, "Let's do it again. Be serious this time."

Hua Cheng said: "Okay."

The two of them were concentrating on writing. After writing for a while, Xie Lian asked casually, "Why is it still "Separation"? "

Hua Cheng also answered casually: "I like this poem."

Xie Lian said, "I like it too. But, Sanlang, do you have any other poems you like? Now that you've mastered this one, you can write something else." Roughly speaking, this poem has dozens of words, and the two of them have probably written it dozens of times, so it's time to change to another one. Hua Cheng said, "Let's just write this one."

After he finished writing, he blew away the ink gently and said with a smile: "If I like something, my heart will not have room for anything else and I will remember it forever. No matter how many times I read it a thousand times or ten thousand times, it will not change. This poem is like that."

“…” Xie Lian smiled slightly and said, “Is that so?”

Hua Cheng said: "Yeah."

“…”

Xie Lian let go of his hand, coughed lightly, and said, “That’s good. San Lang is a very passionate person, that’s good… Oh, you should practice on your own some more. Oh, right. Qi Rong seems to be feeling a little unwell recently.”

Hua Cheng put down the paper, picked up the pen again, and asked, "What kind of discomfort is there?"

Xie Lian turned around and said, “He seemed to be feeling restless all over. But I checked and it doesn’t seem to be a problem with his body. It can’t be because of the bad weather.”

Hua Cheng said behind him: "When did it start?"

Xie Lian said, “It should be these few days. Today is particularly serious…”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. At this moment, there was a slight "pop" sound behind him, as if something fell from mid-air.

Xie Lian turned around abruptly and asked, “San Lang?!”

The pen that Hua Cheng had held in his hand fell down, leaving a messy ink mark on the snow-white paper. Hua Cheng's face darkened slightly, and he seemed to be a little unstable. He held the edge of the altar with one hand and covered his right eye with the other.