Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 385
The first seat of the Owl Pavilion is no longer Xima Mountain, but Old Ghost Xiao, who was sent to spy on that day by ghosts, but was killed by Gong Mengbi at a glance.

Old Ghost Xiao looks like a rich man, a little rich, kind-hearted, and when he smiles, the wrinkles on his face are crowded together, giving him a sense of open-mindedness.

Liu Ben sat beside Gong Mengbi, winked at him, and said in a low voice, "This is Old Ghost Xiao, who cultivates the sixth rank, and now the King of Linchuan values ​​him the most."

The biggest reason why Liu Ben wanted Gong Mengbi to stay was also because Old Ghost Xiao had already threatened Ximashan's status.Although there is a sect behind Xima Mountain, and the head of Xima Mountain is also a sixth-rank, but after all, it is not as good as a Taoist who practiced in the sixth rank to personally serve and drive.

If Gong Mengbi could stay, he would be able to overwhelm Old Ghost Xiao in one fell swoop and become the head of the Owl Pavilion.

Gong Mengbi glanced at it, and his heart skipped a beat, feeling a sense of crisis inexplicably, he looked down at the back of his hand, the hairs on the back of his hand had already stood on end.

Gong Mengbi has practiced so far, and his merits in the Heaven-reaching Dharma are indispensable.

Now that the Yin God is traveling day by day, the emptiness has turned into reality, and the sky-reaching method has become a part of him like breathing. His gaze, his exploration, and his perceptual operation are quite divine.

Therefore, this old ghost Xiao seemed to be of the sixth grade, and he suffered a secret loss in his hands, but Gong Mengbi felt the danger.

A danger that made his hair stand on end.

Gong Mengbi's expression didn't change, his eyes had moved away from Old Ghost Xiao.

Old ghost Xiao seemed to have noticed something, and when he turned his head to look at Gong Mengbi, he had already followed Liu Ben's introduction, and then looked at the people in Chongming Hall opposite.

Old Ghost Xiao didn't see anything special, so he looked away.

Liu Ben said: "Master, you don't need to pay attention to the others in the Chongming Pavilion. There are only two that you need to be careful of. One is Yang Dongwei of the Qilong Temple, a direct disciple of the Tiezhu Taoist Master Shi, and the other is Monk Yujin. The first seat of Hanshan Temple, the disciple of Zen Master Pobi."

Yang Dongwei is a young Taoist priest, with a fair face and innocent eyes, he doesn't look like a monk, but more like a rich man who has never experienced anything in the world.

Monk Yujin was completely opposite to him. This young monk had a cold and hard face, and he was not easy to get in touch with at first glance, and the people who looked at the owl hall were definitely not polite.

Both of these two are sixth-grade practitioners, with teachers from famous families, and they are now working in the Chongming Hall.

In addition to these two, the monks in the Chongming Pavilion are also full of talents, much more than the Owl Pavilion.

The people in Chongming Pavilion can't look down on Owl Pavilion, thinking that the other party is an evil way to flatter the Lord, and Owl Pavilion also looks down on Chongming Pavilion, thinking that the other party is a hypocrite with a good face.

The two parties looked at each other, and saw that the air gradually distorted, and several mana forces clashed secretly, producing weak flames and electric lights.

Monk Yujin took the lead, and his target was Gong Mengbi who seemed to have a lot of background.

He didn't move, but an invisible Zen light swept towards Gong Mengbi's head.

This invisible Zen light is like colored glass crystal, which is hard to distinguish with the naked eye and embarrassing for the Dharma eye, but in Gong Mengbi's eyes, this Zen light is like colored glass reflecting the sun, and the crystal flies into a rainbow, giving off five-colored rainbows, coming straight to his face.

Gong Mengbi's dead fish eyes looked at Monk Yujin, and a silent ghost howl resounded from him, as if countless wailing and distorted faces appeared in the void, they rushed towards the invisible Zen light.

With a click, the Zen light shattered and the ghost whistle dissipated.

Pale golden shards of light fluttered and fell downwards, while dark yin energy swaggered upwards.

It's evenly divided.

But Monk Yujin raised his brows and said, "The devil heretics!"

The little monk is about to shoot the case.

Old ghost Xiao laughed and said: "Okay, okay. Today is the birthday of King Linchuan, everyone is a colleague, why bother to fight each other? Let's stop the fire, don't bump into a few highnesses, and disturb the officials. "

Monk Yujin looked at Old Ghost Xiao, his eyes almost burst into anger, but Yang Dongwei stretched out his hand to pull him, and he suppressed his anger, snorted coldly, and did not speak.

Gong Mengbi looked defiant, he didn't even look at Monk Yujin, his eyes were on his nose, his nose was on his heart, and his mind wandered away.

Monk Yujin stopped doing anything, and everyone else in the Chongming Pavilion also stopped.

Old Ghost Xiao is the head of the Owl Pavilion, so his words still have some weight.

The undercurrent in the arena was turbulent, and finally, only the outside of the garden shouted: "His Royal Highness King Wu is here!"

Everyone in the garden stood up one after another and looked out of the garden.

Then he saw the King Wu, who was wearing a red gold-woven dragon robe, walking slowly, followed by the princess and Mrs. Chen, who were half a step behind on the left and right, and behind them were the son, the king of Jian'an and the king of Linchuan.

The king of Wu has a majestic face, with divine light in his eyes, and his body is like a red dragon, hovering in the sky with a fire bead in his mouth.

All the officials greeted the king of Wu and bowed to each other.

The scarlet dragon roared loudly, and the fire beads shone brightly like the sun rising from the east.

Gong Mengbi drooped her eyelids, so as not to attract the breath sensor.

The King of Wu said happily: "Sit down, today is the birthday of King Linchuan, and it is a day of great joy, so don't be restrained."

Everyone sat down according to the words.

At this moment, Gong Mengbi saw clearly the people behind him through King Wu's aura.

The princess is dignified and luxurious, sitting beside King Wu.

Mrs. Chen sat on one side, with beautiful features and a pleasing complexion.She is clearly in her 30s, but she is not at all old, she is still a little bit charming like a young girl.

Gong Mengbi's face gradually turned cold, although his dejected face was expressionless at first, but at this moment there was a bit of coldness in the dead fish's eyes.

This Mrs. Chen is indeed an old friend.

The three sisters in Meirenling, Wuning County, Mrs. Qiongfang and Zhiruo are two masters and servants. They love sisters and are the concubines of the former prince.When the prince of the Zhou family fled, Mrs. Qiongfang and Zhiruo died in Meiren Ridge.

And Miss Jiaying is a lonely soul, who was seduced by ghosts and accidentally wandered to Meirenling.Her physical body was occupied by the concubine of the ghost king Goliubu, and she fled to nowhere.

But it turned out to be here.

Looking at King Linchuan again, this young county king is noble and heroic, but he has a seemingly evil intention.

Mrs. Chen, the ghost concubine, must be the ghost of the ghost king Juliubu.

Linchuan Wang seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the second hall.

Gong Mengbi had already taken the first step to look away, without being noticed by him.

When the king of Linchuan saw this coming, the monks in the second pavilion saluted one after another.

Gong Mengbi also cupped his hands to show his respect.

Linchuan Wang smiled and cupped his hands, and looked away silently.

Mrs. Chen followed his gaze and found nothing unusual, so she asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

King Linchuan shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I'm just curious about hearing Xiao Shouzuo say that a high-level cultivator has come to Xima Mountain."

Mrs. Chen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

His Royal Highness had already smiled and said, "It's my third brother's birthday today, and I specially invited everyone in late autumn to perform in the mansion. Why don't we just invite her?"

Linchuan Wang said with a smile: "Brother, just make arrangements."

　The mentality of working overtime collapsed, and there was no update yesterday.

　
(End of this chapter)