"Fat Master, look! The ghost-faced man is here again!" Li Ergou exclaimed and quickly pulled the fat man who was walking in front.

"Where?"

The fat man quickly turned around and looked towards Li Ergou's finger, but strangely, the ghost-faced man disappeared.

"I said, Ergou brother, are you a little over-neglected?" The fat man patted Li Ergou's shoulder and said.

"Impossible! I was hiding behind the peach tree just now, but why did I disappear in the blink of an eye?" Li Ergou explained quickly.

After he finished speaking, he ran to the back of the peach tree and took a look. After finding that there was indeed no one, he said unwillingly: "Maybe I was really confused!"

"Okay! Brother Ergou, don't be too nervous. Things like ghosts and gods are not as terrible as you think. Besides, even if there is really something, I'll be in front of you, and I'll be in front of you!"

The fat man came over and comforted Li Ergou for a few words.

"Okay, Fatty, I did not read you wrong."

Li Ergou pounded the fat man's shoulder lightly, and then said, "Fatty, where are we going next? Are we going directly to go home?"

The fat man had already investigated it just now. Since the paper men and horses left, the water surface has returned to its previous calm, and there is no sign of anything.

Originally, Li Ergou was thinking about telling the fat man about what happened in the ancestral hall after the fat man left, and then sneak into the ancestral hall to investigate while the moon was dark and the wind was high.

But when he thought that the Ghost Pile Monument was a secret that my grandfather had to keep desperately, he still endured it.

"Brother Ergou, I think the madman's affairs are just like this. It doesn't make much sense to investigate any further. Why don't we go to Guan Erye's Wusheng Temple to solve the problem of drought?" the fat man suggested.

Li Ergou thought about it, then nodded and agreed.

The problem of small drought is indeed undelayed. If it is delayed for a few more days, even the reservoir in front of the madman's grave will dry up.

By then, the drought will spread to the entire Yangcheng, and all crops will die, and Yangcheng will be in chaos.

Another point is that it has been two days since he returned home, and I wonder how the situation is happening with Sister Baoer?

You know, there is a suspected regional channel for the underground maze of Fengyuan Building. Although Da Piaoliang and Uncle Hu Zi have already arrived at the altar, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not come out to make trouble again.

If someone who has concerns in his heart will involuntarily think of her no matter what he does or whenever he or she does.

Li Ergou is in this state now. He also wants to deal with the dry bait as soon as possible and then go back to Yangcheng.

After the two made a decision, they walked towards the Wusheng Temple two kilometers away.

After they left, the ghost-faced man walked out from behind the madman's grave. He stood quietly in the cold wind, looking at the direction of Li Ergou and the others leaving, wondering what he was thinking.

However, it is strange that the little drought has never come out to make trouble since it disappeared.

If it weren't for the sudden outbreak of a large-scale drought in the entire Yangcheng in the past two days, Li Ergou would have doubted whether the small drought had been taken away by someone.

After all, Uncle San said at that time that an expert was already in charge of Fengyuan Building. At that time, Li Ergou still suspected that the master mentioned by Uncle San would be a fat man.

However, after observing these days, Li Ergou discovered that this possibility is very slim.

The fat man is actually the same as him. Even though he has secrets in his heart, he doesn’t know much more about Fengyuan Building than him.

In other words, the master mentioned by Uncle San has another person.

"Fatty, can Master Guan Er really solve the problem of that little drought?" Li Ergou suddenly asked when he arrived at the Wusheng Temple.

On this evening, when Li Ergou suddenly came to the temple, even though he had seen the ghost several times before, he still felt a sense of fuzz.

"What, Ergou brother, don't you believe what Fatty Master said?" Fatty stopped and asked.

"Fat Master, you know I don't mean that. I just think it's gloomy and scary." Li Ergou explained quickly.

Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, the fat man laughed: "Brother Ergou, I'm joking with you, why are you taking it seriously?"

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the gate of the Wusheng Temple. Seeing this, Li Ergou had to bite the bullet and follow him.

"good."

The fat man looked a little solemn, and then continued: "The people from this sect have practiced a special technique and can freely enter and exit the Yin and Yang realms. The person who founded the sect was a monk named Li, who was called the 'living Buddha' at that time."

"Okay, Mr. Fat, you can adjust your breathing well! I basically understand what you said." Li Ergou stood up and said to the fat man.

Li Ergou is not very familiar with Lingyin Sect, but he lives in Lingyin Temple and wears a ragged dress. He has watched the Living Buddha named Li countless times in TV series.

Since the Lingyin Sect was founded by this living Buddha, the ghost-faced man and the second grandfather should not be bad people.

Just as Li Ergou was about to go outside the house to breathe fresh air, he heard a rapid sound of horse hooves from far to near, which scared him so much that he hurriedly hid in again.

Immediately afterwards, Guan Erye’s voice came from outside the door: “The drought has been eliminated, Guan is gone, that boy with three souls is incomplete, I hope you can do it yourself!”

After saying that, Mr. Guan turned his horse's head and prepared to go on a ride on the wind. Before leaving, he threw something into the temple.

Li Ergou looked up and looked pale in fear.

In front of him was a green baby's head, and next to it was a corpse covered with white hair. Isn't this the little drought that escaped that day?

"Brother Ergou, now you know that Mr. Guan Er is so powerful?"

At this time, the fat man had already adjusted his breathing.

He stood up, packed up Xiao Hanba's body, then lit a piece of talisman paper and threw it on the body.

Not long after, the little drought-bahn's body burned to ashes, and at this moment, even the temperature in the air dropped a lot.

Li Ergou stood aside, unable to calm down for a long time.

Even the hidden little drought bar cannot escape Guan Erye’s Qinglong Yanyue Sword. What will he do in the future?

If Mr. Guan wants to kill him in the future, wouldn’t it be useless for him to escape to the ends of the world?

The only way now is to find out earlier why Li Ergou was incomplete in his soul, why the sky lantern on his right shoulder was destroyed, and what was the special amnesty handwriting of Ksitigarbha?

Otherwise, he would have no sense of security at all.

"Fatty, let's go!" Li Ergou suggested.

Since Xiao Hanba has been cleaned up by Guan Erye, there is nothing to stay in the Wusheng Temple.

"Brother Ergou, what happened tonight is so weird." The fat man clapped his hands and said.
Chapter completed!