I Became An Acre Of Haunted Land

"Look at the mighty smoke and waves through the ages..."

"Running with the hopes of dreams..."

There were bursts of pleasant music from the old-fashioned tape recorder.

Listen to the night, he knows the song.

But Wu Daxiong was entangled at this time.

The demon lord of the Buddhist family actually ran to their Taoist temple to count their illusory fate!

Who can count the life of the devil? Who dares to count the devil's life?

"Miss Jiang Xiaocheng...you are really embarrassing me, who dares to count your fortunes!"

Wu Daxiong, who was hesitant to speak, had two big heads at this time. The master brought many brothers in Longhushan to fight demons and demons in the early stage, and now he is the only one guarding the temple alone.

If he meets ordinary people, Wu Daxiong can completely send them away.

But... the "person" in front of him is not a person, but the master of ghosts and myths, the real devil!

Are you tired of fortune-telling for her?

No matter what signs or hexagrams appear on you, to her, it's all empty!

Buddhism is not a common saying, all five aggregates are empty!

Everything in this world should be empty in her eyes.

Why bother with him, a weak little Taoist priest who can only pinch water?

"Bamboo sticks? Copper coins? Yarrow"

Xiang Ye randomly picked up the props placed in the worship hall, and then looked at them curiously.

The props in Shenwei Temple are no different from the props in ordinary Taoist temples.

Obviously, Cheng Yifan has been carrying out the pace of hiding in the city.

Shenwei Temple, just look at the appearance, it is no different from all ordinary Taoist temples.

The only difference is the people who live in the Taoist temple.

A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude.

With Taoist Cheng Yifan's cultivation base and Wu Daxiong's cultivation base, it is enough to make this ordinary Taoist temple have a huge impact.

The current prestige of Shenwei Mountain and Shenwei Temple has been known only to the high-level people in Jiangnan City before, and has gradually spread in the ears of ordinary people.

"Drawing bucket?"

Seeing the lottery bucket placed on the desk, Xiang Ye felt his hands itch all of a sudden.

If you don't look at this kind of thing, it will naturally not have much effect on people.

But when I see it, I always have the urge to shake it twice.

Looking at the bamboo sticks in the bucket, Xiang Ye started to shake as soon as he picked them up.

"Don't, don't, don't...Miss... don't shake..."

Wu Daxiong was startled when he saw Jiang Xiaocheng jump over him and pick up the bamboo stick bucket.

This is really going to shake out, there is a high possibility that something will happen.

Xiang Ye was too lazy to talk to Wu Daxiong, pushed Wu Daxiong away with one hand, and started to hold the bamboo stick and shake it.

Soon, a bamboo stick fell out of the barrel and fell to the ground.

"Sign up?"

"I'm here to trouble you. It's your life that I draw. How could it be the lottery?"

"Keep shaking!"

Glancing at the words depicted on the bamboo stick, Xiang Ye put the bamboo stick back into the bamboo tube, shook the bamboo stick barrel for a week, and then started shaking again.

"Good luck?"

Picking up the bamboo stick again, and looking at the words on the bamboo stick, Xiang Ye felt something was wrong.

But what was wrong, he couldn't figure it out.

Putting the bamboo stick back into the bamboo tube again, Xiang Ye sat down quietly, then glanced at the statue that looked like Cheng Yifan on the altar, and continued to shake.

"Tianhe?"

"..."

"Is there something wrong with your bamboo stick?"

Finally unable to bear it, Xiang Ye took out all the bamboo sticks from the bamboo tube, and looked at them one by one.

"Shangshang, Daji, Tianhe...why are they all the best ones?"

"Well, you Taoist priests are starting to fool people too?"

After looking at it for a while, Xiang Ye still didn't understand, he picked up the bamboo stick and turned his head, then glared at Wu Daxiong.

He was waiting for Wu Daxiong's reply.

"Ah... ah... Miss... I told you not to smoke..."

"Jiangnan City suffered such a catastrophe, and the people were panicked."

"Naturally...Naturally, it is mainly to appease...appease."

"The lottery here...I have changed it..."

Seeing that Jiang Xiaocheng seemed to be in a bad mood, Wu Daxiong hurriedly explained.

There is nothing worse than the destruction of Jiangnan City. If someone comes to ask for a fortune-telling at this time, it is natural to appease them.

Although the city hall is working hard to rebuild Jiangnan City, many people still go to temples and temples to seek safety.

Therefore, in this lottery, there is not a single bad lottery.

"..."

"It's really fooling people!"

Seeing Wu Daxiong's explanation, Xiang Ye immediately lost interest in these things.

It's all fake, and that's a fart.

Sitting back in his seat, Xiang Ye didn't bother to look at the props on the desk at this time.

If there is a problem with the signature inside the bamboo tube, it is obvious that there are problems with other things.

It is estimated that there is no accident, and they are all the best signs.

If that's the case, what's the point?

"Listen to the gentle singing of all people..."

"Leave only God's elegance..."

The old tape recorder was still playing that song, and Xiang Ye was drawn into the world of the song in an instant.

The flowers bloom and fall, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, this is the fantasy of the people of Yunlan Country about God.

They have never seen God, nor do they know what God looks like, but they are still unable to stop their desire for God and their desire to escape the world.

They want to be gods!

"Miss... are you here this time to find my master?"

Seeing Jiang Xiaocheng sitting on a chair bored and playing with his mobile phone, Wu Daxiong finally understood at this time.

This corpse king came to find his master.

However, his master had already taken the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain out, so he couldn't tell when his master would come back.

It could be soon...or it could be long...

If you keep making Xiaocheng wait until she gets impatient and makes her angry, then you will be in big trouble.

The whole view of Shenwei may not be able to bear her anger.

Therefore, after thinking for a while, Wu Daxiong decided to inquire about Jiang Xiaocheng's situation first, then take her around Shenwei Mountain, and then send her away.

"Miss Jiang Xiaocheng...my master is going out on this trip, and I can't guarantee when he will come back."

"Why don't I take you to visit Shenwei Mountain first, so that Miss Jiang Xiaocheng can see the beautiful scenery of Shenwei Mountain?"

Xiang Ye raised his head, glanced at Wu Daxiong, and didn't answer, Xiang Ye naturally knew exactly where his master was.

Right now Taoist Priest Cheng Yifan is holding a scroll with great interest, and rushing towards the position of Shenwei Guan.

It was precisely because Xiang Ye sensed Cheng Yifan's location that he came here first and waited patiently.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be bored enough to play with those fortune-telling props.

"Hahahaha... disciple, what do you think this is?"

"This is the list of gods!"

Before Wu Daxiong could wait for Xiang Ye's reply, Cheng Yifan's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

The tone is full of excitement.

"A myth...is a wave..."

"A myth...is a monument..."

What echoes Wu Daxiong is the melodious singing of the single loop in the recorder...