Anyway, Zhu Minglang is too lazy to ask more questions even if he uses money to eliminate disasters.

After walking out of the hall, the national master who was over 60 came over and said to Zhu Minglang in a low voice, "King Wei had a nightmare recently and had a heart disease, but in fact the matter of Zibai Gate had already ended and was buried. There should be nothing there, it's just to ask an immortal with an identity like you to give Wang Wei a peace of mind."

"Is it just running errands?" Zhu Minglang said.

"I dare not, I dare not, this is the deposit. There will be a heavy thanks after returning. Young Immortals should not be disgusted." The national master handed a small bag of glass to Zhu Minglang.

It's quite heavy.

There are ten glasses too!

Beautiful!

It is equivalent to his own ten days of inner sect salary, and they said that the place is not too far away, but it is a little sparsely populated there.

It won't take a few days to go back and forth.

...

Zhu Minglang went to the Zibai Gate that King Wei mentioned.

Before coming, Zhu Minglang also asked the people about King Wei and roughly learned about the grudges between King Wei and Zibaimen.

It turned out that King Wei also entered the Immortal Sect when he was young and practiced for ten years.

Later, I found that my cultivation level was difficult to improve, so I returned to my small country and became a king.

The sect he practiced was a small immortal sect, which was the Zibai sect.

Not many people know about the specific entanglements that occurred, so Zhu Minglang could only go and see it in person.

The clouds and mist fell on the barren mountain where the Zibai Gate was located. Zhu Minglang discovered that this place was one of the most exhausting places in the entire Wanli Tianhu. He felt that the light of the golden crow shone here without any warmth.

As soon as he walked to the mountain gate, Zhu Minglang saw the dilapidated mountain arch, covered with vines and weeds standing there, acting as the gatekeeper of the mountain gate.

Following the flat road, Zhu Minglang found that the sect was even more messy, with weeds growing, pavilions collapsed, and bricks and tiles entering the soil. If he came here in the middle of the night, he would be a little gloomy and terrifying, because the colors and styles of several villas looked like that of the funeral...

Zhu Minglang frowned.

There is no living person here.

The entire sect has long gone bankrupt.

Then King Wei asked him to come here to check what he wanted to see if there were any ghosts?

Looking back at the west side...

It's so great that Jinwu is about to get off work.

Zhu Minglang didn't want to waste a day, so he walked into the depths of this sect in the dusk.

Walking inside, a narrow and deep mountain wall appeared in front of you. Many buildings in the sect are cliff buildings, most of which rely on one side of the mountain wall. Occasionally, there are one or two high pavilions with air corridor bridges, which are grafted to the vertical cliff at the other end. There are several suspended buildings on the cliff at that end...

However, the tea-red paint and the faint and quiet valley give people a sense of infiltration. Even during the day, the sun can only shine in at a certain time.

Zhu Minglang walked to the bottom and found that there were many tombstones erected at the bottom of the sect.

These tombstones have no names, but they are just standing in the coolest place. Even if they don’t understand Feng Shui very well, Zhu Minglang can understand that if they don’t bury the dead here, there will be ghosts!

But when Zhu Minglang took some confidence to explore with his spiritual sense, he found that there was no dirty spirit near the tombstone...

This surprised Zhu Minglang a little.

"There is nothing, then the king is just scaring himself and going back to collect the money." Zhu Minglang felt a little disappointed, so he turned around and left.

On the way back, I still have to pass through the suspended bridge.

But when we came, there was nothing on the dilapidated tea-red painted bridge. When we returned, we saw a figure appearing when Zhu Minglang walked towards us!

This really scared Zhu Minglang.

People's psychology is often like this. When they are mentally prepared, they don't feel terrible when they see strange things. Instead, they are not mentally prepared. They suddenly appear and become a little scary.

Fortunately, Zhu Minglang has seen all kinds of worlds.

It’s a ghost!

Zhu Minglang walked over and looked at the expressionless ghost of the bridge.

"Brother Wei, I know you will definitely come. They all said that you are a traitor, but only I firmly believe that you will come back." A smile appeared on the Yin Ling of the Bridge, gloomy and weird.

Brother Wei?

This Yin Ling recognized himself as the King of Guards.

Zhu Minglang has dealt with Yin Ling, and he has also raised an Yin Ling Night Lady before.

He knew that Yin Ling didn't like to be exposed. Many Yin Ling were like a sleepwalking person. When he woke him up, he would be crazy and would swallow you at all costs. Yin Ling's methods were often difficult to defeat with an ordinary power system. If not handled well, it would cause endless disasters and curses.

Zhu Minglang didn't want this ghost to be devastated and affected his luck.

"I was fine when I left, why did the sect become like this?" Zhu Minglang didn't point it out and started to talk.

"What does this look like?" Yin Ling from the corridor bridge asked with confusion.

"That's..." Zhu Minglang was about to say that it was dilapidated and things changed, but when he looked around, he suddenly saw a completely different scene from what he had seen before!!

The pavilions stand, the flowers and trees are exquisite and orderly, the peeling walls are repaired, and the bricks and tiles are brightly covered by those villas...

This was not bad. What surprised Zhu Minglang the most was that Zhu Minglang saw someone in a barrel of stone dripping spring water under the hanging wall on the other side. Several disciples were walking towards the bridge with a smile. When they passed by Zhu Minglang, they greeted Zhu Minglang enthusiastically.

Someone meditates and practices on the shelf.

There is someone competing in the empty plaza.

Some women even pick lingering mushrooms and Ganoderma lucidum here under the valley...

The night bell rang, and there were people on the bell tower knocking and slamming as skillfully as usual.

"Brother Wei hasn't been back for too long. He has forgotten a lot of things." said the Yin Ling of the Bridge.

Zhu Minglang did not answer immediately, but looked at the empty valley outside the bridge.

Looking from him, the wall of the valley just cut the sky into a long hole. A red moon with a little bit of weirdness just hung at the end of the narrow night sky. It had a bit of evil light and seemed to have been cut, and it was projected into the entire purple cypress gate incredibly perfectly...

This light also sprinkled on the body of the ghost of the bridge. At this time, the ghost of the bridge became particularly real under the filtering of the moonlight. His face was filled with a warm and friendly smile, just like an old friend welcoming his arrival, and the previous thriller and weirdness were even more wiped out!!

I have heard of the ghost market and seen similar scenes.
Chapter completed!