The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

The faces of all the Wang family members were even paler. You stared at me and I stared at you, thinking that the other party was the murderer.

"Immortal head, is there a way to find out, who is the murderer?"

Zhang Daochang raised his mouth and smiled: "This spell is so clever that even I am a little bit interested in it. I want to know what kind of spell it is."

He glanced at everyone: "I'm staying here tonight, whoever cast the curse can come to me quietly at night."

"I promise, I will not tell you. If you have a fairy bone, you can enter the Tao, and I can also teach you the magic formula of cultivating immortality, so that you can become a monk from a mortal."

Is this person surnamed Zhang here to help, or to cause trouble?

They were a little speechless one after another.

He turned his head and glanced at Master, Taoist Juechen remained calm and did not say a word.

He turned his head again, and found the taciturn Wang Zhizhuan in the outermost circle of a group of Wang family members.

This unpopular adopted son stood in the corner of the hall without saying a word from beginning to end.

The shadow of the corner of the wall shrouded him, and his tall and thin figure showed a bit of loneliness under the fence.

Sighing silently one after another, no wonder Xue Songyu was worried about Wang Zhizhuan.

I don't know if I looked like this in her eyes at that time.

Similar situations are particularly likely to resonate.Thinking of myself in Lingyuan Peak, also walking alone and not being treated by the same family, I inevitably felt a little bit hurt by others.

He originally wanted to see if there was anything he could do to help.

Unfortunately nothing can be done.

Whether it is Xue Songyu, or herself who is not the same as her, the talismans drawn may not be able to withstand that high-level spell.

I can only ask for a master.

If Master is willing to bestow a talisman, it will definitely protect Wang Zhizhuan from the curse.

Before he could speak, the Wang family had already knelt at the feet of Taoist Juechen before him.

Daoist Zhang's remarks made this group of terrified Wang family terrified.

He actually stated openly that he was willing to help the murderer.

The only thing the Wang family can ask for at this moment is this extraordinary fairy, who looks as powerful as Daoist Zhang.

"Ah Xu," Taoist Juechen asked with a gentle smile, "What do you want to do as a teacher?"

They were taken aback one after another.

How dare he help Master make a decision.

The master has the common people in his heart, and he goes around to cast down demons and eliminate demons, and do justice for the sky.Regardless of monks or mortals, they will not abandon them when they encounter danger.

This group of royal family fought for the position of head of the family, and they never cared about the brotherhood.

But he didn't do any bad things like murder and arson.

Presumably Master is willing to help them.

"Master, can you find out who cast the spell?"

Taoist Juechen shook his head and chuckled, "Unless he casts another spell."

"Xu, if you want to find out who cast the spell, we might as well stay here for one night and look at the Wang's house tomorrow to see if we can find any clues."

Upon hearing this, the Wang family burst into tears of gratitude and thanked them again and again.

Zhang Daochang snorted.

He wanted to know who cast the spell, and even more wanted to take a look at that brilliant spell.

It's just that it's still unclear which side to help.

Taoist Caesar Ming and Yun Yazi didn't say they wanted to leave either.

Probably equally curious about who this mortal who cast the spell was.

Especially Yun Yazi, whose face was dark, seemed to still not believe that mortals could cast spells.

The Wang family hurriedly ordered the housekeeper to prepare rooms for the elders.

At this time, a sudden flash of inspiration came one after another, and a question came to mind.

"Master..."

Taoist Juechen saw what he was thinking: "Xu, if you have any questions, just ask them directly, everyone will be happy to answer."

"Xiaoxianjun, if you want to ask anything, just ask. We will know everything." The Wang family is eager to find out the real culprit as soon as possible. Happy to answer.

"It is said," Qingrun's voice was naturally cold, "Grandpa Wang's ghost has appeared? Who has seen it? Time, place, and what is the specific situation."

At this time, Yun Yazi finally encountered the way he was good at, and said decisively: "I have seen this way. Fengshui in the Wang family compound is normal, and there is absolutely no possibility of grievances."

He has absolute confidence, this time no one should jump out and say that he is ignorant.

"Someone must be pretending to be a ghost."

Taoist Jue Ming also echoed: "Under Qian Tianzong's feet, there is a mighty clean air, how can any evildoer dare to be rampant."

The tone is mighty and awe-inspiring, it sounds as if he is the Sovereign of Heaven.

Zhang Daochang hooked his lips, and casually snorted: "I didn't know that if I didn't come to Qianyuan Town, there are people in the mortal world who believe in ghosts and evil spirits."

"Why didn't the monks of Qiantianzong tell you that when a person dies, the lamp goes out and the soul returns to heaven and earth. No matter how great the injustice is, it is impossible to stay in the world to cause trouble again."

"Unless you have ghosts in your own mind."

Although these words reassured the hearts of the Wang family, they also made the faces of some Wang family members who had ghosts in their hearts turn green and white.

One person looked embarrassed: "What the fairy said is true. Someone must be pretending to be a ghost."

"Since someone is deliberately pretending to be a ghost, it may have something to do with the curse." He smiled lightly, "Remember what it was like when you saw the old man's ghost."

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they saw the gorgeous smile.

After a while, someone coughed lightly and replied, "Many people in the Wang family have seen it before."

He hastily ordered the housekeeper to call all the servants who had seen ghosts for questioning.

Taking advantage of this moment, there are a few people in the hall who have seen ghosts, and they will tell the elders about the situation one by one.

One person said first: "It was one night, just after I came out of the mourning hall, I saw a white shadow at the end of the corridor returning to my room, it just disappeared before my eyes."

Confused one after another: "You didn't even see clearly, how do you know it's the old man's ghost?"

The other party turned pale: "There were rumors of ghosts at that time."

The old man who passed away was dissatisfied with these unworthy descendants and came back to claim his life.

——This rumor, before today's elders asserted that the Wang family died of a curse, and there could be no ghosts haunting it, many people actually believed it and were afraid.

Family members died one after another, and everyone became more and more flustered, and they were in a state of confusion all day long.

"The reason why we think the ghost is grandpa," said the young grandson of the Wang family, with sweat dripping from his brow, "because wherever the ghost appears, you can always find a piece of pastry."

"Cakes?" Puzzled one after another, "What's the special meaning?"

The Wang family started as a pastry shop, and Wangji pastry has become a specialty of Qianyuan Town.I also like to eat one after another.

Although the young grandchildren's tone was a little unstable because of panic, they still had a kind of pride born from the heart when they talked about Wangji pastries to others:

"Little Xianjun probably doesn't know that our Wangji pastry can become a must in Qianyuan Town because we have been insisting on making it by hand for a hundred years, which is different from the ones made with fairy utensils elsewhere."

The Yantian Realm is a realm of comprehension, monks have all kinds of magical weapons, and towns in the mortal world that have been blessed by the fairy gate also have a variety of fairy weapons, hagan techniques, and mechanism techniques.

Qianyuan Town, which is regarded as the outer boundary of Qiantianzong, has good weather and good weather, and the life of ordinary people is very convenient.

"The daily limited supply of handmade pastries is the golden signature of Wangji. The secret recipe passed down from the ancestors has a unique taste. Everyone in the family can make pastries, but the taste of each person's cooking is slightly different."

"Understandable." I have eaten many Wangji pastries one after another. Although I can't tell the subtle difference, I understand the reason.

"So," he instantly understood the meaning of the young man's words, and why the Wang family felt that the white shadow that flashed past was the deceased old man Wang.

"The piece of pastry you found tastes the same as that made by Mr. Wang?"

The young grandson paused and nodded in fear.

The faces of many Wang family members also instantly turned pale, which proved this statement.

"Are you sure," the cold voice added a little more tone, "This is the taste of the old man's cooking? Can't make a mistake?"

"With so many people in your family, no one has the true inheritance and can make exactly the same taste?"

The faces of the royal family turned even paler.

No one has learned the ancestral craft.

The air in the hall stagnated again, and the topic changed one after another: "Is there any more? Has anyone seen the ghost of Mr. Wang?"

The Wang family's children didn't speak, and the young grandson replied: "Uncle Zhizhuan has seen it too."

Wang Zhizhuan seen it?They turned their eyes to him one after another.

Wang Zhizhuan, who had been sitting in the corner without saying a word, took a step forward at this moment, and continued to tell about the situation when he saw his adoptive father.

"I was in the room that day, the one Xiao Xianjun had been to, and I saw my father. He was wearing..." Wang Zhizhuan's voice suddenly choked up, "The white shroud stood at the door and smiled at me. .and then gone."

"Wait," asked one after another in surprise, "Didn't you see a white shadow?"

Didn't those people just say that they saw a white shadow flash past?

Wang Zhizhuan nodded firmly: "It's dad, I can't make a mistake."

"Nonsense!" Unable to hold back, Yun Yazi yelled angrily, "You must be dazzled."

The Wang family only saw a white shadow and a piece of pastry, which proved that someone was pretending to be a ghost.

But Wang Zhizhuan said that he saw Mr. Wang with his own eyes, so he was questioning: what the elders said was wrong, there are ghosts in the world.

The biological children who don't like this adopted son must have misunderstood Yunyun from the beginning, accusing him of talking nonsense in front of the elder.

Wang Zhizhuan lowered his head and remained silent.

The setting sun made the lonely shadow thinner.The sky is gradually dimming, and the loneliness is even more cool.

Successively handsome brows frowned slightly, and saw a little bit of himself in the familiar scene.

"Has anyone else seen it?" He pulled the disgusted eyes of the Wang family away from Wang Zhizhuan.

At this time, the housekeeper Wang Huai brought several servants of the Wang family who had seen the figure of the old man.

He just heard the questioning one after another, and said to everyone: "I saw it a few days ago, in the courtyard. The master was wearing a shroud, and nodded to me with a smile."

They were even more surprised one after another: "You saw Mr. Wang too, not just a white shadow?"

"How could I have misunderstood the old man?" Wang Huai had a look of disbelief.

He is a son of the family, and he has been with the old man of the Wang family since he was a child. He has served the old man longer than the children of the Wang family.Although he is a domestic servant, most of the masters of the Wang family respectfully call him Uncle Huai.

"What about you?" He asked the other servants one after another.

Some people said that the white shadow just flashed by and they couldn't see it clearly.

Some people said that the white shadow was far away, and his face was not real, but his figure and movements were exactly the same as the deceased old man, and he could tell at a glance that it was his own ghost.

But without exception, they all found pastries made by the old man near the place where the ghost appeared.

Yun Yazi couldn't help but snort coldly.

These mortals just didn't hear what they said, and still believed in ghosts.

After the servants finished speaking one by one, it was past six o'clock.

Someone's stomach kept making grunting noises, which made the scene a bit awkward.

All that can be said about meeting a ghost.

It's not good to keep people here again, and continue to chatter and ask questions.

The fairy elders who had long been bigu rejected the gracious invitation of the Wang family's dinner party, and each went to the wing room prepared for them by the Wang family under the guidance of the maid.

The author has something to say:

Misunderstood the small theater.

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One after another (a [-]-meter-thick filter): Shizun has the common people in mind, eliminates demons and defends the Way.

Master Master Ba Zong: I will only help if you ask me to help, otherwise I don't want to bother.

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Author: This chapter should be able to write about the little black house~

Reality: At the end of this chapter, I have just entered a room with my master one after another (running away with the lid on my head ~ Miscalculation, sorry Q_Q)

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Please don't spoiler the sister who guessed the murderer...