Chapter 581 Official State Weight

A question about slaying the immortal excited the whole audience. He waved his big sleeves and moved the nine copper rings of the gold mace in front of him to suppress evil spirits. The sound shook the whole place.

In the military formation, he borrowed the altar of the gold mace for suppressing evil spirits and put it away as the gold mace left the ground. And now all over Mingzhou, there are altars set up by ghosts from all over the country. At this moment, the candles on the altars were extinguished at the same time. All the ghosts understood what happened, and they straightened their clothes in a panic, and walked out of the altar. He stood up and saluted in the direction of Mingzhou City.

When the candles on the altar are extinguished, it means that the rituals have stopped, and the heavy burden of Zhencheng Mansion can be temporarily relieved.

And also because so many magic altars were put down at the same time, the magic power gathered on the altars scattered into the surrounding mountains and forests.

One, two, and countless strands of mana spread out at the same time, blowing up a gust of dark wind on the land of Mingzhou, shaking the mountains and forests in all directions, and all the villagers were shocked. The wind even blew straight out of Mingzhou, and I don’t know how many people who were raising their ears and paying attention to what happened here were in a state of uncontrollable mood. I don’t know how many people were running around calling their grandparents.

Hu Ma's words, what happened in Mingzhou are destined to spread throughout the world, but it is difficult for anyone to even estimate how big the commotion it will cause.

"Kala..."

Different from ordinary people's surprise and speculation, the biggest reaction was that several doors in the world that had not been opened in several years were opened when this strong wind blew across the world.

People inside the door were burning incense, telling fortunes, or teasing crickets. They sighed softly: "I haven't opened the door for so many years. I thought it would never open again."

"But who would have thought that as soon as the door was opened, there would be such a big commotion. Are you too confident, or are you afraid, and want to make a big commotion to embolden you?"

"..."

At the same time as these doors opened, there was also a door that was already ajar, and the person with the paper figure frowned: "You have so many causes and effects?"

"With such a big deal in the hands of my Wuchang Li family, wouldn't it make things difficult for us?"

"...Closing the door and thanking guests!"

"..."

He seemed to be struggling in his mind, and in the end he closed his own door while other people were opening their doors.

"That trump card, is it really that powerful?"

And in today's border area of ​​Guanzhou, there is also an old man dressed as a bookkeeper, with a small fortune teller's flag in his hand, a goatee, and a man wearing silver jewelry. The shaman girl, who was bright and radiant but still a little weak between her brows, was looking up at the pouring rain in Guanzhou and talking to herself in confusion.

There has been a drought and plague in Guanzhou for several years, but now there is thunder and heavy rain, which has been falling for three days.

He looked uncertain, gritted his teeth, and took the witch girl into the land of heavy rain. Then he packed up sticks and dry firewood, and set up a small tent in the rain. Two neat stones were used to build a small incense table. First, he offered his ancestor, and kowtowed to the ancestor seriously.

"Teacher, what did you bring me to Guanzhou for?"

The witch girl spoke with a confused expression: "Where is my brother? I have never seen him. Also, where is the steward brother who you said saved my life? Is he here?"

"Don't worry, we'll see them later."

The old accountant sighed and said, "I have accepted you as my apprentice, so I have to bring you here first to broaden your horizons and see them again. Pass me the shovel."

The witch girl obediently handed over a shovel, and the old tent was under the tent. After digging for a long time, she first dug out the wet mud on top, and then dug down for two or three feet. Finally, he dug out a handful of dry soil. He carefully put the handful of dry soil into a broken bowl, then took out a scale and weighed it carefully for a long time.

When he saw the scale above correctly, his old wrinkled face suddenly tensed up, and his eyes seemed to be out of focus for a moment. After a long time, he took a deep breath:

"came back……"

"I was so fucking beaten back by this mace..."

"..."

The witch girl had seen people weighing grain and meat, but not people weighing soil. She blinked curiously and looked aside.

But the old accountant did not dare to relax at all. He collected the handful of soil, wrapped it in oilcloth paper, and then kowtowed to the memorial tablet of the ancestor.

After bowing respectfully, he held the three copper plates in his hand and said in a low voice: "Master, Master, please give me a word of caution. Have you planned all this?"

After asking three times, he threw the coin on the ground and looked at it with wide eyes, but his expression was blank.

The witch girl said carefully: "Teacher, what is this?"

The old accountant said with a bluffing face: "The most basic skill in our sect is to ask our ancestors about anything. They say that he knows everything in heaven and on earth. You can ask him anything."

"Throw the copper plate three times and look at the hexagram image. The hexagram image has yin and yang, and yin, yin and yang, which represents whether the ancestor nodded or shook his head."

"..."

The witch girl said: "Then why do you look so ugly? What does this hexagram mean?"

The old accountant suppressed his anger and said: "This hexagram means that he doesn't want to say..."

"?"

The witch girl was also a little confused when she heard this. She saw that the old accountant was in an extremely bad mood, so she didn't dare to disturb him.

The old accountant was unwilling to give up. After thinking carefully for a while, he whispered: "The gate of the Zhensui Mansion is open. The world is going to change. Then, should our lineage choose a side?"

As he said this, he threw it three more times. He was extremely nervous. He stretched his neck and looked at the ground. His face changed again and his chest kept rising and falling.

The witch girl said carefully: "Teacher, what did the ancestor say again?"

The old accountant said: "He still doesn't want to say..."

All of a sudden, the witch girl didn't know what to say. She just blinked her eyes and began to doubt the teacher's ability.

These people's abilities seem to be less useful than our witches raising a few powerful insects to make Gu...

"Why is it so difficult to be your disciple? It's time now, can't you give me a clear answer?"

Before she said that, the old accountant got anxious, pointing at the tablet and cursing, and even took a look at the rainstorm and mud on the ground outside, as if he wanted to throw it out, but he didn't dare to.

The witch girl couldn't stand it anymore and whispered, "Teacher, when you accepted me as your apprentice a few days ago, didn't you say that the most important thing in our sect is to respect teachers and be filial to them?"

"Then he must be worthy of this respect!"

The old accountant was already angry, and he couldn't suppress it anymore. He panted and became more dissatisfied the more he thought, "Some people deceive gods, some deceive ghosts."

"You are the only one. You are catching your disciples and grandchildren to trap..."

"Back then, your teacher, like other brothers, traveled around the world to observe the dragon's energy. It was also because I saw that the local conditions in Mingzhou were thicker than other places. I thought there would be some differences, so I settled in the Red Lantern Club and prepared to see what was going on here. If there was no movement, I would stay for a few years and then leave. If there was movement, and the movement was big, I would leave quietly."

"..."

The witch girl blinked. Eyes: "What was the result?"

"The result was that the noise was too loud, and it broke the sky. I couldn't even walk..."

The old accountant almost cried out of anger: "I knew that the Zhensui Mansion was powerful and was ordered to manage these ghosts and gods, but who knew it was so powerful?"

"This mace broke mountains and temples, and the Guanzhou Mansion Lord who had been worshipped for hundreds of years and even blessed by the ancestors of the Meng family was gone!"

"Even the land of Guanzhou was taken back. How can the Meng family tolerate you like this? Isn't this bullying!"

"..."

While speaking, the anger on his face gradually turned into fear, and he said anxiously: "No, no, the matter is too big..."

"Even the imperial order can't suppress the Zhensui Mansion. Who will believe this if it is told out?"

"Such a big mess, if it was said that there was no our ancestor back then, I don't believe that he would get involved, but the key is that he didn't give any hints in advance..."

"What's more confusing is, what does he want?"

"What's the situation of the Hu family now? They are all alone. Even if you take over the Zhensui Mansion and prove the old saying that ghosts can defeat spirits, what can you do? The Meng family has been planning for twenty years longer than you. They have issued a lot of incense orders everywhere. How many gods have been accepted, and how many gods have been worshipped in the name of worshiping the emperor? "

"Even if you, the Hu family kid, are cruel, and use the name of the Zhensui Mansion to set rules, accept grievances, and cut off heads, what's the use? "

"Do you really think you can win the hearts of all the monsters in the world and follow you to fight against the Meng family?"

"You miscalculated..."

"No matter how loud your slogans are, there is only fame, no benefits, and it will only bring you fame. And if they follow you, they have to follow the rules everywhere, and few people will be willing to follow you..."

"Do you really think there are saints everywhere in the world?"

"..."

Hearing so much from him at once, the witch girl couldn't understand it very well, and just said timidly: "Then...what should we do now?"

"Should I go to find my brother, or, or go to Mingzhou to find the manager brother?"

"..."

"Nowhere!"

The old accountant listened, and said with a hard heart: "What manager, can he have a good person around him now? Your brother is not an easy person to deal with..."

"Listen to me, let's avoid disaster, and we won't go back to the blood-eating mine, and we will travel around the world..."

"..."

As he said, he really wanted to hold the tablet and prepare to walk east, but unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded above his head, hitting him stiff.

He looked up at the sky, trembling, wanting to cry but unable to: "Knowing how big the pit is, can't I just not jump in?"

"Do you really want to kill your own disciples?"