In the ruined Taoist temple.

It was not until Wu Ming left that the old Taoist stood up, staring at the statue of the god, and suddenly sighed: "The qualifications are average, but the mind is good, but the energy of the disaster is in my body, but it is not suitable for my pure and inaction..."

Based on the manual lesson, his expression changed again: "There is no origin, no rebirth... and divine power to protect the body... What is the basis of this person? Could it be... a great disaster is coming and the world changes drastically?"

As soon as he thought of this, he hurriedly headed towards the backyard, frowned and walked in a hurry.

...

Wu Ming was rejected, but he felt a little excited.

After all, as long as the person is there and the law is there, it is a tangible and material thing, and you can find a way to get it.

As he was thinking all the way, he was about to go back to the inn, two tolerance officers in soap clothes stood in the middle of the road: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu Hong, please invite us!"

‘Oh? Finally can’t help it?’

Wu Ming smiled in his heart, but said, "Then we will go naturally, please lead the way!"

But I didn't say that I saw through the things I followed these days.

"Come on... sit down, try it, these wontons are good!"

Wu Hong was at the roadside stall in front of him, wearing a regular dress, but his majesty could not be concealed: "Old Zhang, give me another bowl!"

"Okay!"

The old man next to him smiled and boiled water, made fresh meat sauce, wrapped it with paper-thin wonton skins, threw them into boiling boiling water, and after a moment, he served a bowl. The wontons were crystal clear and sprinkled with green onions and ginger, which was fragrant and matched with the cold weather now.

"It's really good! It's very delicious!"

Wu Ming did not refuse. After tasting one, he felt it was fresh and refreshing. What's even better was that the clear soup contained a rich soup flavor. Although it was clear, it was rich and endless, which made people feel lingering.

"Just as long as the guest officials like it, this is the old man's craftsmanship for decades..."

Old Zhang smiled and crossed his hands, and stood aside again.

Wu Ming ate on his own, but he noticed that dozens of gazes were closely monitoring this place, one or two of them, even he felt a little dangerous.

Knowing that Wu Hong was alerted, he must have been more alert. At this time, he might have the intention of snaking out of the hole. He just didn't say anything, but after eating and drinking, he asked, "Thank you for your food. I don't know if I asked me to come, but I have something to do?"

"Of course there's something wrong!"

Wu Hong sucked the soup in small mouthfuls, his eyes darkened: "You caused the trouble last night, right?"

"yes!"

There are naturally good trackers in the public ranks, and Wu Ming didn't think about how long it would be hidden: "Those people... have been caught..."

"snort!"

Wu Hong snorted coldly: "One died, one caught, and another one, but it was sent by you today!"

"Originally... I wanted to introduce you strange people to know each other, but I didn't expect that they were actually the same group!"

He spoke with dissatisfaction, and naturally there was a sense of evil spirit, mixed with the official threat, and ordinary thugs would urinate as soon as they saw it.

Wu Ming was calm and seemed to be unaffected.

After all, as soon as he came to his previous life, even a high-ranking official in the TV industry, he was not at a disadvantage psychologically. Moreover, he had the main temple as his backing and had martial arts skills at this time, which was the confidence!

Wu Hong couldn't help but be surprised by his aura of poetry and writing.

Wu Ming bowed and said, "This group of bandits dared to assassinate the imperial officials. They are so bold and crazy! They have nothing to do with us! I wonder what the lord asked?"

“It’s not enough to have these?”

Wu Hong's face sank: "I heard that they were going to assassinate the county magistrate. I really took the courage of the bear heart and leopard, but I had to ask again later... I died!"

"How did you die? Too much torture?" Wu Ming asked with interest.

"To be too torture?" Wu Hong snorted coldly: "What a joke? After the people who eat this bowl of rice in the public office can be tortured, the prisoners want to explain the three generations' wealth. There was no trace of scar on their bodies afterwards. How could they be so light or severe?"

"Just when I asked about the key points in Black Mountain, I died silently!"

Wu Hong said, and even shuddered. Obviously, the scene was very exciting to him: "There was no emergency disease or poisoning. There was a prison god pressing him, and it was not a evil Taoist magic..."

‘The Elimination of the Main Temple?’

Wu Ming felt cold in his heart, but there was no sign of his face, and he was shocked: "Is it the method of the King of Heishan?"

His face looked a little ugly again, and he stood up and bowed deeply to Wu Hong: "Sir! I can guarantee that I have nothing to do with those bandits. If I really have something to do, I will not take it down and send it to the yamen, right?"

"This is..."

Wu Hong's face was slightly retarded: "Today, the county master also saw Lin Qizhi and talked about poetry with him for half an hour, which was quite commendable... I believe you have nothing to do with Heishan Jun, but... I hope you don't make it difficult for me to wait..."

He has some knowledge and is old in the officialdom, and he seems to have a sincere taste when speaking.

"Please rest assured, I will set off today to solve the problem of Heishui Town!"

Wu Ming said meaningfully: "It will not exceed the county magistrate's time limit..."

“So great!”

Wu Hong stood up and checked the bill. Old Zhang refused to check the cash. In the end, he changed his face and reluctantly accepted it and left with respect.

Wu Ming still said slowly: "Old Zhang, your soup is really good, give me another bowl!"

"Okay, wait!"

Old Zhang turned around and wiped his cold sweat. He didn't know if he felt like he was sending the plague god. After all, Wu Hong sat here for a while, but his business was gone for the afternoon!

‘It seems... the yamen is not a good meal. Many husbands join forces to ask for something from a few newcomers, it is easier...’

Wu Ming ate and drank slowly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's just... a little newcomer, who can't even understand the main temple, can't even say anything? He can't stand the torture, and is forced to reveal his secret, and has to erase it..."

‘Of course, some clues are inevitable. Wu Hong will definitely not trust us at this time…’

‘No trust is not trust, but we can still use it now. I also show my feelings, that’s enough!’

For those who are superior, some outsiders with suspicious origins do not trust or not. What is important is whether they are useful!

Now Wu Ming is posing as if he wants to fight with General Heifeng and set off immediately. Wu Hong naturally can't say anything. He is not his own, so he can go to Heishui Town to make trouble. It's best to solve it. It's not a pity if he dies. If both sides can suffer losses, it will be even more auspicious.

"If you continue to stay in the county... I'm afraid, the next step will be more than just surveillance!"

Wu Ming returned to the inn where he was staying. Seeing Ling Guhong and others, Shanlan greeted Wu Ming, but she smiled and said, "This time, thanks to Mr. Lin's action, the Heitai County Magistrate Zhang Zhengyi is a gentleman. After having a great chat with him, he even made an approval document and ordered the yamen runners to help him, but we are justified!"

If the reputation is justified, you can use the luck of the government as a helper, which is very important.

When Wu Ming heard this, he was happy. When he saw Shanlan and Ling Guhong, he looked happy and couldn't help but say, "It seems that the two of you are doing things smoothly!"

"It's not considered a success, but it's just a small victory! Brother Wu Ming is not going well?"

Shanlan asked thoughtfully.

"Um……"

Wu Ming said his intentions in no way.

"You want to become a disciple in the world of reincarnation?"

Shanlan smiled and said, "I'm smart... This is indeed the most time-saving way, but it's extremely difficult for us to go this way for reincarnation!"

"What? Are there any tricks?"

Wu Ming's heart moved: "If Sister Shanlan is willing to tell the truth, I will be grateful!"

"If you can't be grateful, you don't need to be grateful. Everyone knows everything!"

Shanlan gave Wu Ming a blank look and said quietly: "If you want to worship other people as your teachers in the mission world, warriors and the like, it's okay. Once you are a wizard, Taoist priest, or even a great monk and master involved in magic, you rarely want to take reincarnation as your disciples... It's useless to force yourself and stick to it, even if someone kneels to death at the door, it's useless!"

"So strict? Why is this?"

Wu Ming asked in confusion.

"Is the reason... According to rumors, those masters opened their spiritual eyes and saw that we were in a catastrophic spirit, so they were very displeased!"

Shan Lan said: "With the energy of the catastrophe, it means that you will enter the world to overcome the catastrophe. Once you become a teacher, you will be affected by cause and effect, and you will even be implicated. Those who practice Dharma are free and free in nature. Unless they are close relatives and are hard to avoid, they will never agree to spread the Dharma!"

"Jihaha? Let's wait?"

Wu Ming's face looked a little ugly: "Are you talking about the main temple?"

"I am in the six realms of reincarnation, and in the world of the heavens, I am forced to take risks constantly by the main temple mission. Isn't it a great disaster?"

Shanlan smiled bitterly and said, "So, if you want to learn Taoist skills from the mission world, unless you have great opportunities and great luck, you will only have..."

Because of Lin Qizhi's presence, she did not continue to say it, but Wu Ming immediately understood the meaning.

‘Is it only possible to kill someone and take away his teachings?’

Wu Ming gritted his teeth: "It's just that I haven't reached the last step, and I can't get to this point..."

Although he didn't finish speaking, Lin Qizhi snorted coldly: "Everyone! Let's say goodbye first!"

Those who practice Confucianism's great spirit must not go against their original intentions.

Even Confucius did not teach people to kill people and seize treasures. If Lin Qizhi could still hear it, he would see the ghost.

In fact, without immediately cutting off the robe and meaning, he seemed to know how to adapt.

Of course, perhaps it is because in Lin Qizhi's view, these people are just teammates of the same mission and have no good words, so naturally they don't have to give up anything.

"Brother Lin might as well wait, this is really a bit of a problem!"
Chapter completed!