The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

The few monks in the hall finished their tea slowly before remembering what they were doing in the Wang family.

Yun Yazi was careless, and with a lazy and arrogant long voice, he said to the Wang family: "Take me to see."

Finally, when the immortal master was willing to bring up a serious matter, the Wang family who had been standing by for a long time bowed their heads and bowed their ears, hurriedly welcoming them to the mourning hall respectfully.

White silk is hung around the mourning hall, and the coffin in the center has been opened, waiting for the investigation of the elders.

Yun Yazi and Taoist Jueming didn't bother to approach, and only released their spiritual sense to investigate seven steps away.

Daoist Zhang was born in the Great Sect of the Immortal Sect, and he took a more serious attitude in doing things. He walked to the coffin and observed carefully for a while.

Daoist Juechen also approached the coffin, stopped at a distance just enough to see the deceased, and glanced lightly.

He exudes a natural nobility, like the gentle wind and drizzle in March in spring, no matter what he does, he always has a calm demeanor, a romantic elegance.

They followed him to the coffin and looked inside carefully.

The deceased was not very old, in his twenties, with a peaceful expression, his eyes closed as if he was asleep.The corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly upturned, making one look at him and feel that he should have passed away in a sweet dream, without any pain before his death.

It's a pity that with the plain white mourning hall and the pitch-black coffin, there is something creepy and weird for no reason.

It is said that mortal doctors have experienced it, and there is no poison in the body.

Consciousness is released one after another, using inspiration to detect whether there are traces of spells on the body of the deceased.

Just like what Xue Songyu said, at this moment he couldn't catch the remaining aura, but it made people feel strangely strange—the aura that surpassed what a mortal should have had appeared on him before.

It should be the Taoist incantations of the monks.

It's a pity that one after another, their cultivation bases are low, their talents are sparse and their learning is shallow, and Lingyuan Peak is not an orthodox who is proficient in talismans and spells.

He couldn't see any spells in the dead, there was no residual aura, and he couldn't follow the aura to trace back to the person who cast the spell.

He turned to look at Master.

After taking a glance at the dead, Daoist Juechen had already retreated to the periphery, standing calmly with his hands behind his hands, as if he had a plan in his chest.

The four monks have all checked the corpse, and there is no need to stay in the mourning hall any longer.

Yun Yazi and Taoist Caesar Ming thought the corpse was bad luck, so they had already stepped out of the threshold first, before waiting for the Wang family to lead the way, they walked straight into the hall with their heads held high, and found chairs to sit down on their own.

The Wang family was eager to know the result, but the elders were arrogant and arrogant, and the mortals could only stand aside cautiously, and no one had the courage to ask.

Followed behind the master one after another, and entered the door one step behind Daoist Zhang.

"I don't know what the fellow Taoists have seen and taught?" Daoist Zhang picked up his skirt and sat on the armchair leisurely.

Yun Yazi stroked his mustache and said, "Die from a spell."

I can see this, and I need you to say it.He slandered one after another, what he wanted to know was who did this and how to stop it.

The Wang family was much more flustered than successively. If this continues, it will be their turn at some point.

The seventh member of the Wang family who invited Yunyazi couldn't hold back any longer, and asked anxiously: "How to solve this matter? Immortal, you must save me!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at his brothers and sisters again, trying to find out from their faces who had murdered his family.

What caught his eyes was the panicked look on everyone's face just like him.

Yun Yazi did not answer his doubts.For a while, the cool wind blew, and the hall was silent.

One after another thought, this Yun Yazi is the same as himself, and he doesn't know anything.

He lowered his eyes halfway, and quietly looked at the other monks.

The corner of Zhang Daozhang's mouth raised slightly, as if he had reached a conclusion, but he had to wait for others to speak first.

Master's expression was indifferent, his mood was leisurely, and he was not in a hurry to speak.

Taoist Cassia was even more unhurried.His apprentice cleverly poured water into the half-drunk teacup, and then rubbed his shoulders and back.

It seems that everything in the hall has nothing to do with him, he just came here for a leisurely vacation.

One after another, my mind suddenly moved: should he learn from other apprentices, be more diligent in his hands and feet, and give the master kneading and massage, instead of sticking here like a wooden stake.

The Wang family was full of panic, they almost burst into tears when they thought that they might be the next to die, but they still didn't dare to ask any more questions.

There was no sound in the hall, and a needle could be heard.

It was already afternoon at this time, the sun was westward, and the golden sunlight began to dye red clouds. The sky was still bright, but it brought a bit of coldness that the night was approaching inexplicably.

Daoist Zhang already knew that the other two fellow daoists were unreliable, so he turned his head and asked Daoist Juechen: "I don't know what you think, fellow daoists?"

The eyes of all the Wang family members turned to Wen Xianchang in an instant, and their hearts were hanging in their throats, eagerly looking forward to what he would say, but they were afraid that what he said would be disappointing.

Daoist Juechen still didn't answer immediately, he just smiled softly at successively: "Ah Xu, come and sit down and listen to my teacher."

ah?Slightly surprised one after another.

Except for the four Golden Core cultivators, the rest were all standing.

The other apprentice is still actively serving his master, never idle for a moment.

It's not right for him to sit down.

The master pampered him in Chenfeng Palace and Qiantianzong, but now that he is down from Qianyuan Mountain and in a mortal's house, he still pampers him as always.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on him, so he could only obey his master's order and quickly sit down on the chair next to his master.

"The spell is peculiar, it's not a common curse spell in Xia Tian." Daoist Juechen smiled gently and looked at it one after another, as if he was only preaching to his beloved disciples, not giving answers to the Wang family.

"It can kill people quickly in one night, and after the spell takes effect, the aura dissipates very quickly, making it impossible for people to follow the remaining aura to find the person who cast the spell. It is a very high-level spell."

"It's not common, and the grade is high. It's either a secret technique that is not passed on to the outside world, or a monk with advanced Taoism. Based on the existing spells, some of them have been changed, which is considered self-created."

Yun Yazi and Taoist Jue Ming were also listening to his lecture, and at this moment they said in surprise: "How can a person who knows such high-level spells deal with a mere mortal.

But they didn't doubt at all that this was an extremely remote and powerful spell, and they couldn't break it with their abilities.

The two turned their attention to the royal family at the same time.

Everyone thought that it was someone from the Wang family who, in order to fight for the family property, asked the monk to curse and kill his brothers and sisters.

However, although the Wang family is rich, they are not the rulers in the world. How many powerful monks can they invite?

Few people above Jindan are willing to surrender their status and curse to kill a mortal.

For the sake of money, they can take care of ordinary people's housework-this is also a little bit related to demon protection, and it is considered a good deed.

If there are mortals fighting for such a trivial matter of family property, please ask them to curse and kill mortals, no matter how much gold and silver is in the world.

Yun Yazi wondered: "Did you offend some senior with profound morals?"

"It must be!" Taoist Jue Ming easily concluded, "You Wang Kee Bakery never give convenience to monks, and even asks me to line up with mortals. Just because of this, you can offend many people."

Several members of the Wang family immediately explained with trepidation: "This is the rule set by the old man, and we are against it. You have persuaded us many times over the years, how can you let the elder condescend to line up."

"But the old man insists on going his own way, and we as children can't help it."

One person still didn't forget to fight for power at this time: "If I become the head of the house, I will definitely change this rule. From now on, as long as the elders are willing to show their face, they can buy whatever they want."

"I just ask the immortal elder to help us tide over this disaster."

Yun Yazi and Taoist Caesar suddenly stopped talking.

Once again, the hall fell into a cold silence.

The Wang family plucked up their courage, flinched, and respectfully asked Juechen Daojun: "Master Wen Xian, please show kindness and save us."

This Wenxian has a golden and jade appearance, and his demeanor is elegant and fairy-like, which makes people forget the vulgarity.

Another word said the characteristics of the spell, even if ordinary people don't know the depth of the monk's Taoism, he can already see at this moment that his cultivation base must be higher than the other two.

Daoist Juechen still ignored him, only looked at him gently, and continued to preach to his beloved disciple: "Although it is a high-level spell, the caster's cultivation level is obviously low, otherwise there will be a weak spiritual energy left, which will be noticed by others." .”

High-level spells, killing people invisible.If it was done by a monk with profound Taoism, there would be no trace left behind.

If you can feel the existence of the spell one after another, then the cultivation base of the caster will not be higher than him.

Yayin continued: "The cultivation base is low, and the distance cannot be too far to cast high-level spells."

"The person who casts the spell can only be in the royal courtyard."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the royal family were as pale as paper.

They really suspected that the one who hired the murderer was probably one of the brothers and sisters in front of them.

The murderer who cast the curse was at his home, and he stayed there for a long time. Anyone who heard it would be covered in cold sweat.

"But recently... no outsiders have lived in the house." After the Wang family was frightened, they began to think about whether any suspicious people had come to the house recently.

But no matter when the eldest and second child died before, or in the recent period, no outsider has been in the Wang family for a year or two.

This year, everyone has been arguing about being in charge of the house, and the atmosphere in the house is tense. No one has invited friends to live in the house.

The servants are all old faces who have been working for several years, and there are no strangers.

These three funeral incidents are very close to each other recently, everyone is frightened and wary of each other.

It's impossible for someone you don't know to come to the house, but no one finds out.

Everyone present was recalling carefully, and finally came to the same conclusion.

The few remaining members of the Wang family were afraid that they would be killed one day, so they kept a close eye on the rest of the brothers and sisters, and would know immediately if there was any trouble.

The only outsiders who have entered the Wang family compound are the official officials, the doctors of the medical center, and the invited fairy elders.Quan left after finishing his work, and it was not dark when he left.

Everyone is like now, worried about each other and gathered together.

One after another, they frowned slightly: No outsiders have been here before, and the ones who cast the spell can only be acquaintances who have already been in the Wang family mansion.

But the Wang family are all mortals, there are no monks.

A thought suddenly appeared in his mind: "Master, is there a spell that mortals can release?"

Juechen Daojun's phoenix eyes slightly bent: "My Xu is really smart."

"How is it possible?!" Yun Yazi expressed his opinion again, "How can mortals cast spells?"

Ordinary people can also use spells, wouldn't the Yantian Realm be messed up?

"How can it be impossible?" Daoist Zhang snorted, "Friend Daoist Yun is so ignorant."

"Ordinary people have weak spiritual energy, but it is not without spiritual energy. A talisman is broad and profound. What if this self-made high-level spell was originally intended for ordinary people to use?"

"Fellow Daoist Yun is indeed ignorant." Daoist Jueming put his arms around his beloved disciple's waist, and his back shivered one after another with his meaningful eyes.

He spoke with a bit of reluctance, and deliberately compared and showed off: "My apprentice is gifted and intelligent. He has been able to release some magic spells before he has drawn his breath into his body."

Yun Yazi's face was black and black, and he stopped talking like a gourd sawing its mouth.

"When I saw the spell on the deceased just now, I had this doubt." Daoist Zhang was indeed as he said, coming from the great sect of the Immortal Family, with extensive knowledge, and he had already seen some clues.

"That's why I've used my spiritual sense to check just now, and there are no monks hiding in the Wang family's compound."

"The one who cast the spell is your own family."

The author has something to say:

Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

Seeing the hard-working apprentices of other people's families one after another, I felt the unevenness of the apprentice world.

2.

Master in successive eyes: A modest gentleman, as gentle as jade.

The actual master: the high-ranking and domineering president.

3.

Master Master Ba Zong: To love someone is to want the whole world to know!Just to show off!

The next chapter: Early warning of the small black house (heavy fog~)