In the eyes of the earthly priests, black is undoubtedly a negative emotion, and in most cases represents sadness, fear and resentment. Therefore, the head teacher of the Qing Xiu class in the foreign school has a big problem.

"Ada!"

The middle-aged man in charge of guarding the gate gave an order. The mastiff quickly stepped forward and looked up and down with its two big eyes at the people who were about to enter the school. At the same time, it sniffed around to determine whether the other party was in danger.

"Awwww~~~"

After a while, it turned back and barked at the middle-aged man.

"You can go in."

After finishing his words, he opened the electric retractable door to let him through.

He Zhao, who had been squatting, watched them go further and further out of the corner of his eye.

I silently wrote down in my mind the appearance and characteristics of the head teacher from another school.

I tilted my head and turned my head, wanting to see the time display on the electronic clock hanging in the communication room, but I saw an astonishing scene.

I saw a hard-working middle-aged man. The fiery red color representing the ancestral branch of Bufa Temple was stained with a touch of gloomy black at some point.

"???"

"!!!"

No, you thick eyebrows and big eyes actually betrayed me too.

I never expected that there was actually a gatekeeper among the traitors.

I really can’t blame Zhang Song and his group for acting like insects. It’s easy to imagine how much trust a guy who was sent to watch the gate received.

The person you trust the most chose to vote.

The school fell and the Ten Abode Bodhisattvas were wreaking havoc, which was understandable.

"Chi He——" "Chi He——"

His thoughts were interrupted by a scarlet and warm tongue. A mastiff with a body like a ferocious tiger squatted aside and licked his face fiercely.

"..."

The only good news - the dog didn't betray.

Next, he remained calm and continued to squat and observe.

As time went by, clean-up classes from various foreign schools entered the school one after another.

Some ordinary students also arrived one after another.

Including the teachers, employees of our school, etc., there are probably more than a hundred people with black emotions in their minds. Of course, we do not rule out the possibility that some people like the middle-aged man in the communication room cannot be seen for the time being and are covered up by other emotions.

Naturally, everything is his personal guess and cannot be 100% certain. He needs to boldly and carefully verify it.

They may not really be traitors. Maybe the head teacher of the first foreign school just suffered too many casualties last night, and maybe there are relatives of the other party among them.

Middle-aged people, on the other hand, have a grudge against them. When they see someone for the first time, they think of some bad memories, causing their mood to become gloomy. All of these things happen with probability.

"In short, we cannot take it lightly, let alone jump to conclusions."

"Ring ring ring..."

The school bell rang, and as expected, he was late again.

I didn't pay any attention to this.

Who is Zhang Song? As long as he behaves as a genius, he will never have any objections.

Get up, pat your butt and head to the teaching building.

"Ada, do you like this boy very much?"

The middle-aged man began to ask the mastiff again, and the other party responded with a burst of excited barks.

"Look carefully at the gate. He is from the Qing Xiu class. He may enter our Bufa Temple in the future..."

On the fourth floor, there is a cleaning team.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

There was a knock on the door, and Zhang Song tilted his neck to look at the person.

"Hurry up and get back to your seat."

"Yes, teacher."

When he walked to the futon and sat down, the old acquaintance on the podium spoke.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhang Song, and I will be the head teacher of the Qing Xiu class from now on. As for Teacher Tang, he has something important to do and will not continue to teach you in the future."

With Liu Feng's words "little junior brother" written more than 10,000 times, He Zhao did not feel any desire to vomit despite the repeated self-introduction.

Immediately afterwards, the class leader was selected, tribute rice was distributed, Vajradhara was taught, and the eyes were filled with anger.

Then, he told the students in the Qing Xiu class to practice hard on their own.

There are no big rules in the class. You can practice when you want to practice and rest when you want. There are no specific class times.

On the surface, he pretended to practice hard on Vajra Holding Power + Vajra Angry Eyes, but in fact, he used the method of an earthly priest to free his spirit from the limitations of the physical body.

If...if the classmates in the class, or Zhang Song, who was just closing his eyes and concentrating, had the gift of spiritual vision, they would definitely see a blue luminous body suddenly emerging from someone's heavenly spirit cap.

"call......"

A breeze blew in from outside the window, and he felt a huge coldness that seemed to freeze him into ice.

"nature."

Earth priests can borrow the power of natural gods, and wind also belongs to the ranks of natural gods.

The next second, the biting cold wind blew through his spiritual body, and the two merged into one. It was a wonderful feeling, he could feel his own existence, but it was intangible and without substance.

No matter how big the location is, it has the same shape, which is quite novel.

So, I became a little more wanton.

Walking through the halls and corridors all the way, roaming freely.

For example, the "wind" lifted up the skirt of a female classmate, passed through the strong breasts of the female teacher, etc.

There is no other meaning, it is all controlled by the wind itself, and it can be 100% said that it has nothing to do with him.

As for whether you believe those young and beautiful female classmates and the mature and charming female teachers, that is another matter.

After blowing out of the teaching building, his body suddenly grew larger, as if he was everywhere.

The wind turned a corner in mid-air and plunged into the building through the open window.

"It's time to look for those classmates and teachers with black hair."

"The first target is Wang Miao, Class 11, Senior High School."

Every student and teacher has a campus card on their chest, with their name and class written on it in detail.

Unfortunately, there are no teachers or students from other schools. It will take a little effort to find them later.

After a while, I found my target. The other person was teaching seriously.

The blackness in my mind never disappeared.

"Next......"

In the blink of an eye, everyone's location was clear, including the Qing Xiu class teacher from the other school.

Coincidentally, the other party's classroom was only separated from his by a wall. Not far from Qingxiu Class 1, the large classroom with the sign of Qingxiu Class 2 was where the first teachers and students from other schools who arrived at the school were located.

In addition, through observations throughout the morning, he discovered that for some people, when they walked to a specific location, their black emotions would resurface.

After that, he stood there and lost his mind.

For example, in physical education class, there were two guys in the same class. They were running on the playground and suddenly stopped.

Even if most people notice it, they won't have any strange thoughts.

A day flies by in a blink of an eye.

The next day, continue to observe carefully.

In the afternoon, He Zhao took out a large piece of white paper, and an aerial view of the school appeared in his mind, which gradually overlapped with the white paper in front of him.

Then, he took a black marker and raised his hand to mark on the paper one by one.

After a while, a piece of white paper with one hundred and twenty-eight [X] came into view.

After checking again and again to make sure nothing was missing, I put down the marker.

"It looks like some kind of formation."

Don't underestimate him, this guy is a formation master in the world of evil refining.

Of course, the world of refining evil is different from the world of catastrophe, but they still have some things in common.

"I don't understand. The cultivation systems of the two worlds are different. I don't know at all what the effect of the formation is. However, I certainly don't know, but some people understand it."

With a smile, Zhang Song, who was closing his eyes to rest, felt a chill on his back and couldn't help but open his eyes.
To be continued...