"Master Monk, this is an illusion, everything here is poisonous, you better watch out."
Mo Zhi couldn’t help rolling her eyes, feeling that these Xuann people were really foolish.
Master Jiechen didn’t bother to argue with a ghost, touched his belly which had slimd down, and couldn’t help but think of the vegetarian als at his sect.
Although his mouth still tasted the rotting flavor of grass, the feeling of hunger seed to have diminished a bit.
In the past, people quenched their thirst by thinking of plums, now he, the great monk, wanted to appease his hunger by thinking of vegetarian food.
Suddenly, a harsh voice exploded next to Jiechen’s ears: "Evil Ghost, take this!"
Master Jiechen looked in the direction of the sound, only then did he see Mo Zhi, who had drifted far away, facing a familiar face.
The person looked terrified, yet adamant not to retreat, holding a Magic Artifact, as if wanting to perish together with Mo Zhi.
Master Jiechen: ...
Mo Zhi glanced at the person wanting to confront her, holding a copper coin sword, wishing she could poke countless holes in her with that sword.
She couldn’t help but rolled her eyes; if it weren’t for Yun Ran, she would have transford already, scaring the person in front of her to death.
"Idiot!"
After cursing, Mo Zhi didn’t attack the person, but flew back next to Master Jiechen: "Control your people!"
After all, she was a Ghost General. It’s only in front of Master Yun Ran that she was slightly timid. If she showed timidity in front of others, she wouldn’t deserve to mingle.
"Brother Leng!"
Leng Hu thought he was going to perish here today, trapped in an illusion and encountering an unfathomable ghost.
Unexpectedly, the ghost didn’t attack him, and if he hadn’t seen it wrongly, the female ghost seed to have rolled her eyes at him.
Having seen much in many years, his mind couldn’t quite react to the current scenario.
Only after hearing a familiar voice did he see the sowhat disheveled Master Jiechen.
However, seeing Master Jiechen standing with the female ghost, his first thought was that this illusion was indeed tricky, even involving ’insiders’ to deceive him.
Leng Hu’s face darkened, rembering that he had already written his will, at this mont he had no regrets and made up his mind.
He picked up his copper coin sword and charged, shouting, "I’ll stake my life fighting you demons!"
Master Jiechen felt this speechless last ti was when several naughty disciples from his sect annoyed him.
"You still owe three Magic Artifacts, when will you return them!"
Leng Hu’s charging motion suddenly paused, and his expression changed.
Then he tentatively asked, "Are you human?"
Master Jiechen usually doesn’t roll his eyes at people, unless he really can’t help it: "Your eyesight really needs training, you better practice well when you get back."
Looking at Leng Hu carrying a big bag, he was not polite and walked over: "Got anything to eat? Hurry up and give so."
Leng Hu looked at Master Jiechen, who clearly didn’t mind minor details, different from the gentle monk he rembered.
His hand still tightly clutching his bag, he looked skeptically at him, then glanced at Mo Zhi, still rolling her eyes in the distance.
"King Covering the Earth Tiger?"
"Give three for five!"
Upon hearing their last conversation from their last unhappy eting, Leng Hu’s face flushed red, not knowing whether it was from sha or from congestion.
But he loosened his grip, watching Master Jiechen taking out the food from inside.
"You... How could you..."
Master Jiechen first drank a bottle of glucose solution before replying, "How could I be mingling with a female ghost?"
Leng Hu nodded.
"I advise you to treat her nicely, for she is a Ghost General, one slap from her could bury you deep in the ground without a way to dig yourself out!"
"What! Ghost General!!!"
Leng Hu’s voice suddenly rose a lot, as if he had heard sothing unbelievable.
Mo Zhi coldly glanced over, imdiately releasing the ghost energy around her, rushing towards Leng Hu, who suddenly felt a suffocating sensation as if his heart was being gripped.
The redness in Leng Hu’s face that had been there just monts ago suddenly turned white.
Master Jiechen’s gaze suddenly sharpened: "Don’t forget the prohibition imposed on you!"
Mo Zhi snorted coldly, imdiately retracting her ghost energy. She didn’t intend to kill the man; she just wanted to teach him a small lesson.
So what if she was a ghost? She was a ghost under the protection of a master, and even when striking a dog, one must look at its owner!
Watching Mo Zhi drifting away, Leng Hu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His eyes filled with confusion, not knowing if he was afraid to experience that heart-gripping suffocation again, he didn’t dare to ask.
"Don’t provoke her; although she’s a Ghost General, she can’t randomly harm innocent people. If you see her in the future, pretend you haven’t."
Master Jiechen didn’t disclose the relationship between Mo Zhi and Yun Ran, regardless of what Yun Ran was planning, at least this matter shouldn’t be spoken from his lips.
Whatever Yun Ran decides in the future is her own affair; what he could do is to warn those around him not to seek death.
Once Leng Hu heard this, he understood the implication from Master Jiechen; this ghost had a significant background, and he imdiately lost his curiosity.
As a mber of the Special Administration Bureau, he knew better than anyone that sotis, excessive curiosity could lead to an early death.
After Master Jiechen had his fill, he then turned to Leng Hu: "What’s the situation outside now?"
After Leng Hu recounted the events, Master Jiechen fell into contemplation, clearly taking the words of the old herdsman seriously.
"Now, let’s find the others. We can’t just wait for rescue from outside."
Since Leng Hu could co in, naturally, they could find a way out.
anwhile, Yun Ran finally found the grave of the old Taoist priest ntioned by the old herdsman.
If it weren’t for her deducing that a person with great rit was buried here, she would hardly believe that a wise man died here anonymously.
Not even a tombstone was present; she did not know if he had a na in life, but he certainly didn’t after death.
[Host, this person was endowed with great rit, yet this place is desolate; it doesn’t seem like a feng shui treasure land at all.]
"Do you think, the place where the Illusion is, that it has been incident-free all these years by re coincidence?"
The desolation here only proves one thing – this ritorious old Taoist, no longer able to protect his resting place post-mortem.
[Host, do you an that this old Taoist had laid out plans before his death, using his own Qi Fortune and rit to suppress the master of that Illusion?]
"From the clues we have at the mont, that seems to be the case."
Ginsengfruit, now deeply respectful toward the unknown old Taoist.
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