Chapter 200: A surprise attack

200 Backstab

This bearded guy has a really big head.

When the black umbrella in the air stopped moving and tiptoed around Xiang Jiannan, Wang Yihang's mind was still filled with the man's growing beard.

These few people who suddenly appeared seemed to be very familiar with the master. After sitting down on the cushions, each of them had a smile on their face. The two sides just looked at each other. They obviously had something to say, but no one spoke first.

For a while, all communication depended on eye contact.

Looks like he's gained weight.

I haven't seen An Wensheng for a while. Seeing that he has gained weight, Xiang Jiannan compared them in his mind.

Life in Shou County must be colorful. An Wensheng didn’t have that much fat on his body in the past.

It wasn't that long since he last appeared in Ping'an Temple. This time, not only An Wensheng himself, but even the ghost messengers under his command had changed.

Why is the head of that bearded ghost so weird? I doubt if his neck can support it.

The legendary big-headed ghost? "Have the monks from the Galan Temple been here?"

He did not ask about the corpse-raising ground. After enough silence, An Wensheng asked Gao Yuan.

As he spoke, the black umbrella beside him opened automatically again, tilted several dozen degrees, with the tip of the umbrella pointing at the clay statue of the master.

This time, I was able to enter the incense hall thanks to this black umbrella, and of course, the consent of the old Taoist priest.

We should maintain respect out of both emotion and reason.

Not exposing himself too much under the eyes of his master is the only thing An Wensheng can do now.

"I've been here before, but I, the Taoist priest, sent him away. You're really getting better and better at being the City God."

Naturally, he also noticed An Wensheng's change, and pointed his eyes directly at the bearded ghost messenger. He said to An Lele, "You little ghost can scare people to death at first glance. You have such a big head, but you don't even know how to retract it."

"Why are you acting like a hungry ghost?"

"This is all your fault, old Taoist priest."

Hearing Gao Yuan joking that the ghost officials under his command were like hungry ghosts, An Wensheng thought that there were no such well-fed hungry ghosts in the world, so he held his stomach while speaking: "The karma from the corpse-raising land you burned not long ago all went to our city god temple."

"Ghosts are greedy by nature. I accidentally let them enjoy a few more bites, and then they became like this. If you want to return to normal, I'm afraid it will take more time."

"Hmm? I really didn't expect this kind of thing. Logically, there are many places to go along the way. How come they all ended up in your city's City God Temple?"

"To be able to trap so much karma, the corpse-raising ground must be directly connected to the City God Temple. The monks from the Galan Temple also came here because of this matter, right?"

As the ultimate beneficiary after the corpse-raising ground was destroyed, after getting such a huge benefit, An Wensheng's first feeling was that Ping'an Temple had caused trouble.

This basket was many times bigger than he had imagined, especially when he learned that the monk from Jialan Temple suddenly appeared in Ping'an Temple.

It seemed like a coincidence, but upon closer thought it was not as his subordinates had analyzed. He should have done this kind of thing himself, but in the end, it seemed that Ping'an Temple would still be involved, because his position as the City God of the prefecture was regained by Gao Yu'an.

"It's hard to say. Buddhism and Taoism are already entangled, so one or two things won't make a difference."

Feeling that An Wensheng's worry was unnecessary, Gao Yuan looked at Xiang Jiannan as usual: "It's not like we can't handle it. Jiannan just broke through the third level a few days ago. With this speed of cultivation, it's more than enough to deal with them."

Master, are you serious? Xiang Jiannan had never thought that Gao Yuan would suddenly praise himself in front of An Wensheng. Thinking that An Wensheng would definitely be able to see it, Xiang Jiannan sat aside and was quite speechless.

He didn't know what level his cultivation speed was in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but one thing was certain, that was, he was no different now than before.

It’s just the third level realm.

It was only on that day that I felt my five senses were completely opened, and since then I have been waiting anxiously until today.

As for the so-called response, it couldn't be his clumsy method of summoning things from a distance. He was not mature enough yet...

“I saw it when I entered the temple.”

Expressing approval for Xiang Jiannan's third-grade cultivation, An Wensheng turned to look at Gao Yu'an and wanted to continue the discussion.

Just as he leaned out to say that he would come back after a while, he heard someone knocking on the door outside the temple.

The force was very light, and it didn't sound too urgent.

"Go out and take a look."

The conversation was naturally interrupted by someone knocking on the door. Xiang Jiannan was ordered to go and open the door, while Gao Yuan asked Wang and his party to stay in the incense hall.

Several people and ghosts stared at the Taoist priest's back as he left. As he raised his hand and opened the door, the incense hall, which was originally bustling, immediately became deserted.

He got into the black umbrella and when Xiang Jiannan was knocked back by the person knocking on the door, Gao Yuan also hurriedly stood up after An Wensheng and his group disappeared.

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Those monks from the Galan Temple, over the past few days, have they never left Ping'an Town?

"What are you guys doing back here?"

He came out of the incense hall and blocked the way. When Xiang Jiannan jogged in front of him, Gao Yuan was already standing in front of Monk Nengren and his group.

They are different from the monks in Baofo Temple. They seem to be more aggressive no matter day or night.

"Master Gao is really a man of refined taste."

He stopped and looked at the old Taoist priest standing in front of him. Monk Neng Ren said, "Monk, I came to the temple to see the City God this time. If I can't see him, I can only catch ghosts."

The threat in his words was obvious. He didn't have the demeanor of the abbot of a great temple, but rather looked like a thug.

I will never give up until I achieve my goal.

"The City God? Then we should go to the City God Temple."

Holding the black umbrella tightly in his arms and standing behind his master, Wang Yihang's legs were feeling uncomfortable.

He didn't expect that there would be another monk coming today. It was already difficult enough for him to digest at the moment.

I saw a group of ghosts in the temple in broad daylight, and now I have encountered people who forcibly came to catch ghosts. These monks look much more ferocious than the city god.

"We're already at the temple, Master Gao, why waste everyone's time?"

What's wrong with this group of monks? Thinking that they would know the old Taoist's cultivation to some extent, and looking at the expression of the monk Nengren who looked like he had them in his grasp, Xiang Jiannan just recovered from his surprise.

The monks from the Galan Temple didn't leave. Have they been monitoring the Ping An Temple these days? They came so quickly, how could the master not know? "You monks..."

Gao Yuan was much older than Monk Nengren and the others. Seeing that the other party was not giving up, he suddenly laughed: "You Buddhists can't see the City God just by saying so. Monks, it's not too late to turn back now."

As soon as the words fell, gusts of cold wind blew around, and cumulus clouds began to gather in the sky above.

Two hundred chapters, record it.

To be honest, I haven’t been satisfied with what I wrote in the past two weeks.

But it still circles out the forces that the protagonist will encounter.

(End of this chapter)