Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 135 Soul Search
At the gate of Lin Mansion.

Pan Ye gently put down Lin Yi who was tightly attached to his back, and said:

"Yi'er, you go back first, I won't go in, let's see you another day."

"If someone asks you about tonight's situation later, you will leave everything to Daoist Lingshu."

"Well, be careful on the road."

Lin Yi is a well-behaved girl. Although she was holding back her emotions and wanted to vent, she still held back and didn't say much. She just reminded Pan Ye to be careful, and then limped into the mansion.

There are quite a few people who survived tonight. As a survivor, she will definitely be interviewed by relevant personnel.

What Pan Ye and Zu Wei did was seen by more than a hundred people who survived. Their performance tonight will spread to the ears of all parties at a very fast speed. At that time, they will be targeted by everyone, including the Yongfu Gang. And the third master will also set his sights on this side, so it's better to keep a low profile at this time.

Carrying Zu Wei and the small glutinous rice balls in his arms, Pan Ye went around and came to Qingmufang.

At this moment, the headquarters of the Qingmu Chamber of Commerce is still brightly lit, and a large number of people are coming in and out, and there is a big event happening at a glance.

Coincidentally, he met Mo Yi who looked hurried at the entrance of the chamber of commerce.

"Master Mo, are you still in the gang at this late hour?"

"Hey!"

"Are you all right?"

Seeing Pan Ye, Mo Yi showed an exaggerated expression as if he had seen a ghost, and walked into his office by pulling Pan Ye's sleeve.

"Didn't you say you were going to attend the wedding banquet of Miss Wan's family? Tell me, brother, what happened tonight."

"Right now, the entire Rongzhou's upper class warriors are arguing about who is fighting there and causing such a huge destructive power."

"It's a long story. My brother, can you find some doctors with excellent medical skills? My brother seems to have lost his blood."

"I was negligent, come, come..."

After sending Zu Wei to the professional doctor of the Qingmu Gang for treatment, Pan Ye felt relieved and told Mo Yi a series of stories that happened in Oufu tonight.

"Brother, I can survive this time, thanks to Daoist Lingshu of Qingwei Sect..."

Pan Ye gave all the credit to Lingshu, and vividly talked about how superb and terrifying the destructive power Lingshu used tonight.

"Now Wan Lianping is the only one left in the Wan family. Hey, what a disaster..."

Hearing Pan Ye's description, Mo Yi was also heartbroken.

……

Three days later.

Jiangnan Road · Jianzhou.

Jianzhou is not far from Lin'an, the central city of Jiangnan Road, and is a typical land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River.

It is in a deep mountain full of spiritual energy more than a hundred miles southeast of Jianzhou.

Ling Shu wore a dark blue Taoist robe and carried a scabbard on his back, and walked into a quaint and austere hall.

On her right hand, she is also holding a Shar Pei puppy the size of a domestic dog with an iron chain.

The main hall is dimly lit, and there are three huge statues of Taoist gods enshrined in the middle, and on both sides stand a dozen or so hideous Dharma protectors who hold various kinds of divine weapons.

On the altar below, there are stacks of spiritual fruits that are full of spiritual energy. Each of them may provide the energy of half a bead for Pan Ye's rosary. The only light source in the hall is the two sides of the altar. A flickering wax torch.

At this time, a thin figure was sitting on the futon, reciting scriptures to the statue.

The candlelight cast his shadow onto the huge beams and pillars beside him, and the distorted figure looked a little gloomy.

Ling Shu quietly stood behind the chanter, waiting quietly.

After a long time, the person in front finished reading the scriptures and turned his head.

He is a Taoist priest with sunken cheekbones and calm eyes.

"Uncle Master."

Even though he has known Uncle Wuyou since he was a child, but being watched by his calm eyes, Lingshu still feels a chill.

Those magical eyes are like a deep pool in the mountains, reaching directly to the heart of the person.

Ling Shu bowed slightly to salute.

"Nephew Lingshu, what are you doing here?"

"Master Uncle, my disciple captured a first-class demon that had been fleeing the Jiangnan Road for several years in Rongzhou a few days ago. I implore Master Uncle Wuyou to use the secret soul-searching method in the door to search for the memory of this monster."

Ling Shu pointed to the innocent-looking Shar Pei puppy squatting beside her.

"Oh? It's the heart-throwing demon that the secular government and the town magician have been searching for for several years without success?"

He has a false position in the Town Magic Division, and he has heard about some related incidents.

"Exactly."

Wuyou turned his gaze to Ou Lan.

Under his gaze, Ou Lan whimpered, curled up into a ball, and shivered.

Wuyou didn't see any movement, and the next moment, Ou Lan appeared in his hands, the nape of his neck was grabbed, and his four short legs were unable to shake.

Wuyou stretched out a skinny palm, and gently clasped Ou Lan's dog's head.

Ou Lan's innocent eyes were dull at first, and then became clear again. Their eyes were full of bloodthirsty and brutal emotions. It bared its canine teeth at Lingshu, and roared wildly:

"Lingshu, you stinky bitch, if you kill me, my Heavenly Wolf Clan will crush your Qingwei Sect!"

"Silence!"

"Wang woo~"

Following Wuyou Daochang's soft reprimand, Ou Lan turned into that naive little dog again, sticking out his tongue and rolling his eyes.

A faint green light rose from Wuyou's palm, and the green light flowed into Ou Lan's brain along his fingertips.

"Ow~"

Ou Lan kicked her legs wildly, lost control of her bowels and bladders, sprinkled filthy things on the ground, and her mouth was dripping with saliva, almost in a straight line with the ground.

Looking at this scene, Ling Shu swallowed secretly.

Ever since she became a disciple of Qingwei Sect, Uncle Wuyou has been the precept elder of the sect, guarding the Senluo Hall of the sect for a long time.

You must know that under the Senluo Palace, they suppressed the monstrous demons captured in various places in Dahong for thousands of years.

In the hall, light and shadow flickered, echoing Ou Lan's painful wailing.

The first three huge gods seem to be watching everything happening below with compassionate eyes.

wow~
The green light faded away.

Taoist Wuyou threw Ou Lan in front of Ling Shu like trash.

In his hand, there was already a green bead.

"The members of the Sirius clan have not been born for at least 200 years, and this little wolf monster came out of nowhere."

After all, he waved his sleeves, and the filth discharged by Ou Lan on the ground disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The little bead floated into Lingshu's hand, and she bowed down to thank Wuyou who had turned around.

"Thank you, uncle."

Ling Shu picked up the chains on the ground, dragged the real dead dog Ou Lan out of the hall quickly.

Standing not far from the entrance of the main hall, even Daoist Lingshu, who is famous in the south of the Yangtze River, heaved a sigh of relief in secret.

Being in the same room with Uncle Wuyou is really stressful.

Putting the emerald green pearl into his bosom, Ling Shu led Ou Lan to a clean and elegant courtyard of the Qing Wei Sect.

Before that, the disciples passing by on the road turned their attention to dragging Ou Lan on the floor.

When Ling Shu's back was far away, several disciples got together and whispered together: "My God, is that puppy Ling Shu's new pet? It's so pitiful."

"Being with Senior Sister Lingshu, I'm afraid life will be difficult for a dog."

(End of this chapter)