"My father casts spells at home, trying to put away the little zombie and Mi Mi." Just as the few people were happy for the little zombie's relief, a gasping sound rang.

"An An?" The other little guys were stunned.

"You still dare to come here?" The little girl Mi Mi had the most temper and spoke first.

"No." An An was stunned and immediately realized that they had misunderstood him, so he quickly explained.

"It's because I'm back too late during this period, so I was sued by the old housekeeper. So my father cast a spell to conquer the little zombie and Mi Mi."

An An said sincerely, and also apologized to the little zombie and Mi Mi, so he forgave him after a few hours.

But the next thing made Ku Xiao very upset, because it was no longer safe here. What if An An’s father was casting the spell the little zombie and Mi Mi were unsafe?

Soon someone suggested taking the little zombie and Mi Mi back to the Yizhuang, but when he thought of Feng Bai, he suddenly became a little embarrassed.

After all, the novel says that Taoist priests and demons are incompatible? As a result, they brought the zombies and demons back to their homes in front of a serious Taoist priest. Isn’t this obvious to ask for trouble?

However, Feng Bai said it doesn't matter. As long as it's not a rash killing, it doesn't matter with them. After all, even Taoist Master Yimei still raises a little zombie, and nothing happened.

However, I was worried that I might have some trouble when I was too young, so Feng Bai explained to them that all this must be known to Grandpa Jin. Even if he looked at the little fox and the little zombie, he couldn't make any trouble.

But Feng Bai was thinking too much. Grandpa Jin is so old now that he can do anything to care about how many years old.

He was so worried that the zombie was stolen two days ago that he was so worried that he would not have the mood to care about a few little guys.

Of course, Feng Bai didn't know at all at this time, so he returned to the charity village in a few joys.

At this time, Grandpa Jin in the charity village was casting a spell at a zombie.

This corpse is the corpse of Maoshan colleague Hong Kun. When it comes to Hong Kun, he may not be very strong, but he is extremely difficult to deal with when practicing the invisibility technique, one of the seventy-two techniques of Earth Evil.

However, this person was in a bad mood. He made a mistake while practicing martial arts and died of devils. So his brothers asked the corpse-driven Taoist Chang San to help him send his body back to his hometown for burial.

As a result, I never thought that something went wrong when I was temporarily staying in the charity house. The body was stolen. Although I have been found now, the impact has been quite large.

In order for such a thing to happen again, Grandpa Jin planned to cast a spell himself to limit Hong Kun's invisibility.

But halfway through the casting, a burst of smoke suddenly burst out from the entire altar.

"Little Potato." The old voice suddenly appeared, which made Grandpa Jin confused.

Only his elders know the nickname Little Potato, but how old he is now, there are no living elders.

It was at this time that the coffin carrying Hong Kun suddenly stood up and a painting appeared. There was only a bald old man with a bow on his back.

"You are... Master He?" Grandpa Jin frowned and thought for a long time, and finally remembered who the person in front of him was.

"Yes, I still remember how I taught you how you walked with your grandfather seventy years ago. I really didn't expect that you are so old now." The person in the painting said with a smile.

"I wonder what kind of gui is coming today?" Grandpa Jin asked respectfully with his fists.

"I, today I just want to borrow Hong Kun for use." The old man's voice was still smiling.

That is, when he finished speaking, a smog of smoke rose and the coffin disappeared. The old man in the painting was not standing, but sitting on the coffin.

"Master He please return Hong Kun to me." Seeing that the situation was not good, Grandpa Jin wanted to grab the scroll in front of him, but the painting disappeared without warning.

"Grandpa." At this moment, Feng Bai brought a few young people back to the Yizhuang. It was better to hear the children's vibrant and energetic voices. Grandpa Jin's face was a little more important.

"Grandpa Jin, are you doing something?" Feng Bai is not a child. He could see Grandpa Jin's forced smile at first glance, so he asked a few little guys to play with him before asking.

"Oh, that's the case." Grandpa Jin did not hide it, briefly explaining the current situation.

"Zen He?" I have never heard of this person Feng Bai.

"He is the elder of your Maoshan Sanguitang, an old man a hundred years ago. If he hadn't appeared today, I wouldn't have known that he was still alive." Grandpa Jin said slowly.

"Hundreds of decades ago." Although the Taoist practitioners have a long lifespan, there are very few who can truly die. At least after traveling for so long, he only saw this one after he had lived to be over 100 years old.

"Then what did Master He want Hong Kun's body to do?" Feng Bai was still a little confused.

But the problem is that Grandpa Jin doesn't know either. The other party came suddenly and went suddenly. He couldn't tell what he wanted Hong Kun's body to do.

In this way, they had no idea what to do about this matter. However, since the other party was the ancestor of the Three Ghost Hall of Maoshan and a serious practitioner of Taoism, he thought he would not do anything that would harm the truth, right?

Feng Bai originally planned to live there for one day and leave, but he couldn't resist the enthusiasm for keeping him, so he could only stay for a few days.

But the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind did not stop. That night, An An's father Anping brought a large paper house to the Yizhuang with a group of servants.

"Anping, what do you mean?" Grandpa Jin asked loudly when he saw this.

"Grandpa Jin, I'm really sorry. I need to take this little zombie and the little fox away." An Ping's face remained unchanged, and he clasped his fists and said to offend him. He ignored Grandpa Jin's face and his son's reprimand, turned his body and made way.

With a wave of his hand, he saw the palace-like door of the paper house suddenly opened, and a suction force surged out of it.

This power has no effect on living people. At most, it just makes them unable to open their eyes. However, for the little zombies and foxes, it is an irresistible powerful force.

"I want to accept them, have you asked me?" A roar sounded at this time, and at the same time, he grabbed the door tightly to prevent the sucked little zombies and foxes from falling into Feng Bai's arms, and then Feng Bai hid behind him.

"Who are you?" An Ping frowned, and suddenly thought of the mysterious man who easily defeated him that day.

"It's you?"

Feng Bai naturally didn't know what he meant by saying that you, but he just stared at the paper house with some uncertainty.

"The Spirit House of Pilgrimage?"

"Yes, I have a little wink."
Chapter completed!