Wang Zijia quickly left Lu Qianrou's yard, clicked on the ID card, and called up the basic information of several people to check.
Immediately afterwards, he threw out the Blood Demon Jade Shuttle, which turned into a stream of light and rose into the sky.
He quickly left Qifumai and spent less than half an hour passing through many building complexes and arrived at a building complex under the Taoist Court.
Tao Court, Wood Spirit Vein.
There are no landmark buildings in this vein, but the center of this vein is more attractive than most other veins.
Because at the core of the wood spirit vein is a spiritual tree, or a fourth-grade spiritual apricot fruit tree. Every hundred years, this apricot tree will bear a batch of fourth-grade spiritual fruits. In the outer gate area, it is already considered a top-notch resource.
Even the real people and elders who hang out in the seven peaks of the inner sect will have their minds set on it. This reason alone established the status of the Wood Spirit lineage.
The style of the entire Muling lineage is relatively close to nature, and it is the lineage with the best greening among the many buildings in the Outer Gate lineage.
The buildings below are all hidden in the woods, and many of the houses are special tree houses, simply or grown from trees.
Wang Zijia floated in the air and after looking around for a moment, he followed the map and arrived at the core area of the Wood Spirit Vein, next to the apricot tree and in front of a green yard embedded in the woods.
"Haha, Wang Daozi really came to the humble house, a rare guest! I thought that Daozi looked down on me, a defeated general, and didn't want to associate with him!" As soon as Wang Zijia landed in front of the hospital, Guo Minglang, who had been waiting for a long time after receiving the news, Welcomed out.
Compared with the aggressiveness during the competition, he was a bit more free and casual at this moment, and he didn't seem to hold any grudge against Wang Zijia.
"I've met Senior Brother Guo!" Wang Zijia saluted him.
As Guo Minglang approached, Wang Zijia actually smelled a faint fragrance. The smell was very light. If he hadn't paid special attention and had the sharp five senses in the wine-sacrifice realm, he might not have been able to smell it.
His heart sank completely, and he was basically sure of his thoughts. It's no coincidence.
"It's really great that Wang Daozi can come to this humble house." Guo Minglang came to stand in front of Wang Zijia and said jokingly: "Do you have anything to tell me, Daozi?"
"I'm here to confirm something! Now that it's confirmed, I have something urgent to do today, so I won't talk to you anymore, senior brother. I will come to apologize to you another day!" After saying that, Wang Zijia rose into the sky under Guo Minglang's astonished eyes. .
After watching Wang Zijia leave, Guo Minglang was stunned for a while, still confused and feeling very baffled. After pondering for a moment, he turned over his hand and took out his ID card, clicked on Lu Qianrou's contact information, and said, "Junior Sister Lu, are you familiar with Wang Daozi?"
Among the people he knew, he only heard that Lu Qianrou was familiar with Wang Zijia, and they even had some scandals.
"He went to your place again?"
"again?"
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Wang Zijia didn't have time to pay attention to Guo Minglang's reaction. He took the Blood Demon Jade Shuttle and flew towards the seven peaks. Along the way, he took some detours and visited two more top 100 candidates in the competition.
One of them detected the fragrance, the other did not. Even so, Wang Zijia felt a little heavy inside.
During the flight, he thought about who to look for. This matter is definitely not a trivial matter and cannot be delayed at all!
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At the foot of Qifeng Mountain, the painting style is extremely like that of the underworld.
In the center of the building complex, next to the landmark building with an upright coffin, Wang Zijia's escaping light fell in front of a courtyard with a slightly more normal style.
"Disciple Wang Zijia has urgent matters. He has come to see Master Yan, and please ask this spiritual man to pass on the message!" Wang Zijia saluted an exquisite paper doll-like figure in front of the courtyard door and reported.
The paper man's eyes moved with delicate makeup, and then he turned around and entered the yard.
After a moment, the other party came out again and motioned for Wang Zijia to follow.
"Thank you!" Wang Zijia saluted and then followed.
The courtyard is very large, surrounded by rockeries and running water, and the greening is quite good, in the style of a small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River. It would have been better if the lanterns in the courtyard were not still blood-red in broad daylight and there were paper figures walking around.
After a while, the paper man led Wang Zijia to a study-like room and motioned to Wang Zijia to go in alone.
Then he ignored Wang Zijia and turned around and went out.
Wang Zijia took a deep breath, straightened up his appearance, and said: "Zi Fu Pulse Wang Zijia asks to see Uncle Yan!"
"The door is not closed, just come in!" A cold female voice came from the room.
Hearing this, Wang Zijia carefully opened the door and walked in.
The layout of the wooden room is very classic, covering a large area, and is similar in style to Wang Zijia's Talisman Making Room. It is also a layout with bookshelves and desks on one side, a training room on the other side, and a tea table for guests in the middle.
At this moment, Yan Qimeng was sitting at the desk and looking at Wang Zijia. There were several books on the desk. Before Wang Zijia came in, he must have been meditating on something.
That's right. Wang Zijia thought about it, compared many options, and finally decided to come to Yan Qimeng, a third-grade embalmer who had a close relationship with him.
In addition to the fact that the other party was the person with the highest cultivation level among the people that Prince Canon met directly and talked to, it was also because the other party was a third-grade embalmer.
Such a status is already comparable to that of some low-level elders in the inner sect.
"At this time, if you don't hurry up and prepare for the trip to accept a disciple, why are you rushing to me all of a sudden?" Yan Qimeng looked at Wang Zijia for a moment and said in this way. It was obvious that the other party was also paying attention to Wang Zijia.
After all, she was the Taoist who brought him back personally. Although he did not enter the funeral system in the end, he was still a Taoist from the Sutra Pavilion and belonged to the same faction.
"Disciple, during these times, I found that many fellow disciples in the sect are using a very strange incense..." Wang Zijia did not shy away from it and started to report directly.
Yan Qimeng frowned a little when she heard the words that sounded like daily matters, but did not interrupt Wang Zijia's words and listened quietly.
"Because the disciple doesn't like fragrance, after the fragrance was accidentally attached to it, I used some absorbing spiritual soil to remove it. Suizhi couldn't remove it no matter what. The disciple who doesn't believe in evil studied it carefully."
"This research is not important. The disciple was shocked to find that this fragrance is extremely difficult to remove. So the disciple paid attention and investigated it. This investigation is not important. The disciple was surprised to find that the recently popular spiritual fragrances all revolve around Dabi Qianbai. The disciples are using it.”
"This disciple is afraid that something will go wrong, so he doesn't dare to delay. He goes directly to his uncle and asks him to help him give advice."
Yan Qimeng frowned, stood up and came to Wang Zijia, walked around Wang Zijia, frowned and said: "Third-grade Taoist incense: Thousands of ghosts? You said that many people around you have this smell on your body?"
(End of chapter)
