Wu Master knew Jiangli was very powerful, but never thought much about it. Jiangli had actually lived for eight hundred years, and from Fu’er’s words, it was clear that Jiangli had not only lived for eight hundred years but was also not an ordinary person.
But as for what Jiangli’s true identity was, Fu’er did not tell him.
Fu’er only revealed his own identity to Wu Master.
Wu Master’s face twitched violently. He looked at Fu’er in terror, leaning back and stamring, "You, you’re a ghost?"
Fu’er smiled apologetically, "I am a ghost now, but I was once human just like you a few hundred years ago! Besides, my ancestor has given a physical form, so I look no different from a living person. You can treat like a human too."
Wu Master: "..."
No difference?
There’s a huge difference!
How could he possibly see a ghost as a human?
However...
Fu’er was rather easy to get along with.
Wu Master had never suspected his identity before.
Now, although he was a bit taken aback, it didn’t seem as hard to accept.
Wu Master composed himself, waved his hand, and said, "Give a mont..."
Seeing this, Fu’er let go and did not trouble Wu Master further.
Fu’er turned back to Xia Xin and started talking about the matter of Dangshan.
"That Ghost King from Dangshan has run away now?"
Xia Xin, hearing this, stopped pretending and nodded gravely, "Yes, soone helped him escape right in front of my ancestor."
Fu’er said, "So, the formation I set up has been broken?"
"Soone used my ancestor to break the formation." Xia Xin explained.
Fu’er furrowed his brows, "It seems the Xuann Association is not safe anymore."
Back then, not long after Jiangli was sent away by the Founder, rumors within Dangshan were rampant, and many sought aid from various Xuann Taoist Temples.
However...
Things were too chaotic at the ti.
Many Xuann disciples died, and Jiangli was severely injured and went into seclusion, leaving almost all Taoist Temples unable to spare manpower.
The Jiaoyang Temple was the least affected.
So, after careful consideration, Fu’er went to Dangshan personally.
Unfortunately, with his power, he could not resolve the Ghost King in Dangshan, so he could only temporarily seal it.
After sealing, he entrusted nearby Xuann to help guard the formation and oversee everything within Dangshan to prevent anyone from breaking the formation and releasing the Ghost King.
But that was hundreds of years ago.
Now the Xuann has declined, and looking around, no one could shake his formation.
Unless it’s Jiangli.
It seems that soone led my ancestor to Dangshan with this knowledge, deliberately breaking the formation.
If that’s the case...
Fu’er imdiately said, "That Qu Lin is no good!"
Xia Xin was stunned, "Huh?"
Fu’er shouted anxiously, "Think about it, the selection of the competition location for the two-country contest must have been discussed by Qu Lin with Sang Country. He has the deciding power; this must be his arrangent! No one else would have that kind of authority!"
Xia Xin pondered, "My ancestor also doubted Qu Lin, but there was no evidence. And now Qu Lin seems to have disappeared as well, so my ancestor is heading to Dangshan."
anwhile.
After sending off Qing Yue and Xia Xin, Jiangli got into the car with Fu Shiyan.
Duan Jianchuan drove them to Dangshan.
Jiangli and Fu Shiyan sat in the last row.
She seed to have returned to her previous deanor, cold and indifferent, her head lowered, lost in thought, not knowing what she was pondering.
The only difference from before was that she was unconsciously holding on to Fu Shiyan’s clothes, never letting go.
Duan Jianchuan, seeing both of them silent, felt a bit awkward. He sought to find sothing to say, "Why did the Abbot suddenly ask Xia Xin to return to Jiaoyang Temple, is there so special plan?"
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