Huang Xikong came and went like the wind, and he could not capture his whereabouts.

Wanwan stood there and raised her little hand. Xia Zhihuai leaned over and slapped her with a smile and said, "I just said, this method will definitely work."

Wanwan immediately raised her smile, gave her a thumbs up, and praised without hesitation: "Brother, smart!"

The clever cub already knows how to praise the adults at the right time.

My brother has been so badly harshed by life, so she should be a little kinder.

After talking about the plan with several Taoist priests on the other side, Park Yuzhou walked over with a bald monk and a Taoist priest who was about forties.

"Friend Taoist, this is Master Xuantong from Xiling Temple, and this is Zhan Fengcheng, the president of the S Taoist Association."

Wanwan held Xia Zhihuai's legs, her big black and white eyes were as clear as glass, and her fluffy hair seemed casual and unrestrained because of Xia Zhihuai's poor skills. The wind blew her hair onto her face, and she subconsciously used her fat hands to hook her, making her look more and more naive.

Listening to Park Yuzhou's introduction, she didn't quite understand what was going on.

But she was a polite boy. After listening to the introduction, she gave him a serious greeting and hugged Xia Zhihuai's thigh again.

"Friend Taoist, President Zhan and Master Xuantong, want to go in and have a look with that Mr. Huang."

Pu Yuzhou's implication was that he wanted Wanwan to be an intermediary and said to Huang Xikong and took the two of them to take care of each other.

But he was a little unable to say anything when facing Wanwan's pure eyes.

Wanwan's thoughts were stuck again at this moment, and she was half a beat slower.

On the contrary, Xia Zhihuai understood what Pu Yuzhou meant, pressed Wanwan's head with his big hand, and said: "Wanwan and I can't be his master of Huang Xikong's affairs. Besides, he is a thousand-year-old ghost. You are the masters of Taoism and Buddhism. They are originally incompatible with water and fire. He is already abiding by his duty if he doesn't attack you..."

Pu Yuzhou sweated in his palms and sighed helplessly in his heart: "I understand, I understand, forgive me."

Xia Zhihuai knew that this was not Pu Yuzhou's original intention, but it should be the meaning of the president of the war.

Guiyi Temple is just a Taoist temple in the Taoist sect. It is really difficult to be a human being when you are stuck in this.

Zhan Fengcheng, who had always been kind, heard this and said with a smile: "Mr. Xia has a good relationship with that evil ghost."

Xia Zhihuai's eyelids twitched for a moment and went over quietly: "I'm not from Xuanmen, I've only met him a few times."

So, the relationship is good...it doesn't exist!

Xia Zhihuai noticed that Zhan Fengcheng's eyes would occasionally sweep over Wanwan.

He has always been sensitive to other people's gaze, and the look of scrutiny and gaze seemed to be measuring an object, which made him very dislike.

At the moment, he didn't want to greet Zhan Fengcheng, he just wanted to find an opportunity to stay away.

Wanwan thought the conversation between them was strange.

She didn't like the president opposite, so she leaned on Xia Zhihuai's leg and yawned, catching fish in troubled waters.

She was called up too early in the morning, and she was very sleepy now.

Xia Zhihuai looked down at the legs and squinted his eyes in a sleepy manner. He immediately found an excuse to avoid Zhan Fengcheng: "Wanwan got up too early in the morning. She is sleepy now. I will take her to rest for a while."

Zhan Fengcheng raised his hand: "Mr. Xia will do it at your own discretion."

...

Seeing Xia Zhihuai leaving with the child in his arms, Zhan Fengcheng's smile faded a little, and his eyes fell on Pu Yuzhou: "That child is really as powerful as you said? It doesn't look very similar, and it feels no different from an ordinary child."

Park Yuzhou wanted to give him a look, but Zhan Fengcheng really had no vision.

He missed Long Xiangtao very much now. That guy was so smart. He knew that Zhan Fengcheng was in charge of command this time and directly asked for leave after being injured some time ago, but he was not present at all.

However, Zhan Fengcheng is a president after all, so Park Yuzhou still wants to give him three points of face and still smiles gently: "Fellow Taoist Wanwan is a very spiritual child, born to be suitable for entering my Taoist sect."

"You have a very high opinion of that child."

Zhan Fengcheng felt that Pu Yuzhou was still exaggerating.

"And I think there should be no resentful spirits in this building. No matter how powerful the resentful spirit is, it will not create a bloody corpse."

Zhan Fengcheng made a clear statement and made his own speculations and basis clearly.

Park Yuzhou didn't want to argue with him, but said: "Everything is possible, and you have to wait for the truth to come to a conclusion."

"Since they are unwilling to help, then I will go in with Master Xuantong to hang out."

Although Zhan Fengcheng was a little disappointed, he would not vent his anger.

After all, they are a thousand-year-old ghost, and they will not really feel at ease to hand over their backs to aliens.

Park Yuzhou frowned and looked at Zhan Fengcheng and turned away, and said to Xuantong: "Xuantong, do you want it too..."

"Amitabha, Master Pu."

"Dongqing went in with the people from the Demon Management Bureau. I have to go in and take a look."

Xuantong is famous for his temper and does not get involved in these intrigues.

He is not a Taoist sect, but a monk in a pure Buddhist place.

Dongqing was a disciple he accepted in his early years and was always trained as a successor.

This time, I happened to take the turn to go down the mountain and enter the Demon Management Bureau to perform a six-month mission. Unexpectedly, something happened here.

Therefore, this trip of Xuantong must be gone.

Knowing that he would not change his mind, Park Yuzhou only whispered: "You have to bother Master Xuantong to look at President Zhan more, he is...hey."

It's really hard to describe.

Xuan Tong only chuckled and said, "President Zhan's strength should not be underestimated, and there should be no accident."

"I'm afraid that he suddenly attacked the thousand-year-old ghost halfway." Park Yuzhou expressed his worries.

Zhan Fengcheng has always been a killer of evil spirits, and he basically won’t ask whether the other party will commit a murder.

A typical person who can poke a boat overturned.

Naturally, the attitude towards Huang Xikong will not be much better.

I just asked him to come over and say a few words to Xia Zhihuai and let Huang Xikong go in with them. I guess I wanted to fight with the evil ghost halfway.

Because the thousand-year-old evil spirit is really rare, the battle in Fengcheng is naturally full of fighting spirit.

However, in this situation, once an internal fight is invincible, both sides will suffer. The one who gets the advantage is the evil spirit in the building.

Xuan Tong pondered for a moment and said in a low voice: "I do my best."

He just wanted to save people, and Zhan Fengcheng and the evil spirits fought, so he didn't really want to worry about it.

But Park Yuzhou has already said this. If there is a conflict at that time, he will intervene and stop it.

...

Zhan Fengcheng and Xuantong did not wait for Huang Xikong, but everyone watched him open the door on the first floor and disappeared step by step into the deep first floor lobby.

After Huang Xikong changed his clothes, Wanwan and Xia Zhihuai were holding a fat white bun and gnawing, with a cup of red dates and soy milk beside each. They sat on chairs in the community garden, looking leisurely and comfortable.

"You two are really good." Huang Xikong suddenly spoke.

Xia Zhihuai leaned on the chair and crossed his legs: "You haven't gone in yet?"

"Didn't someone go in just now?" Huang Xikong curled his lips.

Xia Zhihuai: "So you saw it."

"I'm not blind. Since I appeared here just now, the Taoist priest named Zhan has walked towards me. No matter how stupid I am, I should know that he is not a good bird."

Xia Zhihuai did not comment and only reminded: "It's really strange inside. Be careful and try not to meet them."

Huang Xikong nodded casually and poked the bun in the plastic bag in Wanwan's hand: "Give me this one I haven't eaten."

Wanwan stared at him with her round eyes, then picked up the buns, tore out the bean paste filling in one mouthful, and squinted her eyes happily.

Huang Xikong was so angry that he almost fell back on his back when he looked at the buns that had been gnawed.

After Wanwan swallowed the things in her mouth, she scratched her fingers on her face a few times, and smiled sweetly: "Snatch the kids' breakfast, shame."

"Little Radish Spirit!" Huang Xikong mocked.

Wanwan protested: "I am Xiao Taoxian."

"Everywhere is short, white and fat, but it's just a carrot that turns into a sperm!"

Wanwan suddenly became angry, clenched her fists and threatened fiercely: "Besides, I will beat you up, I will beat you to the wall, and I can't even pick you down!"

"Oh, you're the one!"

Huang Xikong flicked her fingers heavily on her smooth forehead.

As a result, his fingers rolled his eyes again and were burned.

Wanwan immediately smiled and gloated and said, "I deserve to roar!"

As a demon, she has been burned by her skin so many times and still has no memory. Isn’t it just deserved it?

"School." Xia Zhihuai sipped with soy milk and urged, "Go quickly, we are still waiting to go home early."

Huang Xikong snorted softly: "You still owe me a big meal and a late-night snack."

"I know, I know, I will resolve it early, and I will invite you to dinner early."

Xia Zhihuai shook his hand: "You have to leave the lives of the entire building to you. If you really can't beat it, run away quickly."

Huang Xikong was upset: "Who do you underestimate?"
Chapter completed!