late at night.

In front of Zhenwu Temple.

Two lanterns were hung high and the door was closed.

Zhang Ji just walked to the door and didn't knock on the door yet.

The Taoist boy with freckles on his face came to open the door for him wearing a cotton coat.

He didn't know that there was an eye in the sky above Zhenwu Temple.

This is the celestial eye condensed by Hong Yi with his thoughts, which can see into all directions.

"Little Junior Uncle." This time, he changed his title and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Ji was shocked. He hadn't even knocked on the door in the middle of the night. Hong Yi actually knew that he was coming?

In the middle of the main hall, in front of the statue of Lao Jun, he sat cross-legged with his back to himself.

"Have you encountered a sixth-grade evil spirit?" Hong Yi asked, thinking that Zhang Ji came to ask for help.

Zhang Ji looked at the golden needles on the table and began to show his courtesy.

Wanting to do some testing to see what Hong Yi thought, he immediately took the initiative to perform the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate.

"Something big happened in Xiacheng."

"Li Xuanfeng's granddaughter and Sun Guiyi's apprentice came to Xiacheng."

"They say that the whole city of Xiamen is shrouded in curse, and there are more patients coming to Master's Hospital these days."

"These patients are all possessed by evil spirits, and the staff is a bit overwhelmed."

"Master didn't let me come to you. He said that there are evil spies outside the evil haze in this city. He was afraid that if you were exposed, it would be detrimental to you." When Zhang Ji was taking the acupuncture, he found that the first three needles needed to be taken this time.

Only by integrating the six motes of your own thoughts and resonating with your own strength can you penetrate.

In the fourth injection, twelve particles of thoughts will be introduced.

From this point of view, Hong Yi's previous efforts were all to polish himself and had good intentions.

Based on my previous abilities, the effect of the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate was minimal.

"Then why did you come to us again?" Hong Yi asked back.

"I can feel that the situation in Xiamen City this time is not trivial. Once beings outside the evil haze attack Xiamen City, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Master is just an ordinary person. I'm afraid something will happen and I feel that I can't listen too much to Master. At this time, I have to listen to Master Uncle." Zhang Ji behaved.

When I started to administer the seventh needle, I found that twenty-four particles of thought dust were consumed.

When he finished the ninth injection, all the motes of thought were consumed and he was sweating profusely.

"You are such a clever little kid." Hong Yi scolded with a smile: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Although they only met twice, he knew that Zhang Ji had his own ideas.

"Uncle Master, please go down the mountain and set up a large formation in Chengming Hall that can kill ninth-grade and eighth-grade evil spirits and can continue to operate."

"Uncle Master is observing in secret. In this way, he will not be exposed and can also help the master. At the same time, if possible, follow me to see Li Zhao. From her, we will definitely be able to get more information besides the evil haze.

Lots of information.”

"Knowing ourselves and our enemies is good for both of us." Zhang Ji expressed all his thoughts while observing Hong Yi's reaction.

"Okay, I'll follow you later." Hong Yi agreed readily, staring at him and saying, "You're making rapid progress."

"Mainly because of the support of my uncle!" Zhang Ji blew a rainbow fart wildly.

"You're a bastard, you're a pretty good guy." Hong Yi scolded with a smile, saying that he had never mentioned Zhang Ji, it was because of his extraordinary talent.

Hong Yi believed that Zhang Ji must have a secret, otherwise he would not have been promoted so quickly.

What Zhang Ji said was true. Without that sword intention, he would not have been able to kill the evil spirit in Liu Zuozhou.

His help has definitely brought me improvement.

Sometimes at a very important stage in life, you just need someone to help you.

Let yourself step onto this level and it will be much smoother.

Hong Yi is that noble man.

Thirty minutes later.

Zhang Ji slowly took off the golden needles. Only nine needles gave him a slight improvement in his mental power. You must know that there is a big gap in the level of strength between the two.

Even a slight increase is not easy.

As long as Zhang Ji can step into the sand realm, he can fully exert the power of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.

"Practice hard. It takes three hundred and sixty thoughts to condense the thought of sand. There is still a long way to practice in the future." Hong Yi took the peach wood sword from Zhang Ji's hand and saw that it was still there.

With a sword intention.

A stronger sword intent was left on the spot. After all, this was his precious master nephew, and he would have to rely on him if he wanted to break through in the future.

Zhenwu Guan was aware of the anomalies in Xia City, but did not realize that it was a large-scale curse.

The figures above did not move, so Zhenwu Guan believed that it was no big deal.

Now that the higher-ups are beginning to send strong men to take charge here, it's really time for them to take action.

Zhang Ji took Hong Yi out of the gate of Zhenwu Temple.

The Taoist boy was wearing a small cotton-padded jacket and had a clear voice. He revealed his little head behind the gate and asked in a daze: "Uncle Master, will you come back tonight?"

"I won't be coming back tonight. Go to bed and I'll buy you candied haws when I come back." Hong Yi confessed.

"I want strawberries, at least two bunches!" The little Taoist boy who was originally in a daze suddenly became more awake.

"Okay." Hong Yi waved his hand without looking back.

In front of Zhenwu Temple, the lantern swayed gently, and Zhang Ji took him into his car.

"Good guy, I can't tell you are so rich!" Hong Yi could tell at a glance that Zhang Ji's car was not simple.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Zhang Ji laughed.

Come to Chengmingtang.

The place was already deserted, and Hong Yi hung up the peach wood sword with his own blood sword spirit, the Eight Diagrams Mirror, and the talismans he drew in several inconspicuous places.

There were even a few copper coins arranged in the shape of small swords.

Two hours passed, and even with Hong Yi's cultivation level, he couldn't help but sweat profusely. After all, he wanted a large array that could operate sustainably.

"It shouldn't be. Chengming Hall accepts so many people who are contaminated with evil spirits. Logically speaking, there will be a lot of filth here. This matter is a bit strange." Hong Yi said doubtfully.

"Uncle Master, can you see those things?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Of course, I have opened my spiritual eyes." Hong Yi said.

Zhang Ji suddenly realized that although few people have the ability to see the soul, they are not the only ones who have it.

"I have a secret that I want to let my uncle know. We are a family and we won't hide it." Zhang Ji understood that his own strength was always limited.

Although Hong Yi only has a relationship with him, since he intends to polish himself with the Thirteen Needles of Ghosts and Gods, he must treat him as a member of the same bloodline.

He can feel this.

"What secret?" Hong Yi was a little curious. He also knew that Zhang Ji had his own secret. He could feel it from the rapid advancement of his strength, the intensity of the blood mist, and the dust of his thoughts.

"Uncle Master's formation here has not been activated yet, right?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Of course not yet." Hong Yi just finished speaking.

Behind Zhang Ji appeared an ox-headed spiritual officer holding a soul fork, a horse-faced spiritual officer holding a soul flag, and four shackled spiritual officers guarding him.

"Hurry up and salute, you have met my uncle!"

"I've met my uncle!" The six spiritual officials saluted in unison.

Hong Yi's pupils shook and he was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He clenched his fists and said, "How do you know how to control spirits?"

"No, this is no longer a simple method of controlling spirits."

"Both the bull-headed horses and their faces have become spiritual officials of the underworld. The armors on their bodies have powerful suppressive power against ordinary evil spirits. Even my magic circle cannot do much harm to them."

Only then did Hong Yi realize that his nephew did indeed have a big secret.

It should be from a powerful magic weapon.

"It can be regarded as a natural ability. If I help the evil spirits who died and resolve a period of cause and effect, I can make them work for me."

"As my strength increases, I can also ban them." Zhang Ji explained a little bit. He knew about the prison guards. Hong Yi knew too much, which may not be beneficial.

"I don't quite understand it anyway, and I'm still figuring it out."

At this moment, Hong Yi looked at Zhang Ji differently.

He knew that maybe Zhang Jilai would be the one to carry the banner of Zhenwu Temple.

He never thought that Lin Chengming's disciple could be so capable. He said excitedly: "If the master knew about this, he would definitely be eager to see your little disciple even after death!"
To be continued...