Chapter 140: Monk and Taoist

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Chapter Monks and Taoists

Zhuo Bufan's brows tightened sharply, and his black eyes, as bright as stars, looked at Ye Ziqin suspiciously. The two have broken up. The relationship between husband and wife is shown to outsiders, but for Master Wu and Qianwu. For people, Ye Ziqin has no need to lie!

There was a trace of panic in Ye Ziqin's big flashing eyes, but there was no extra expression on his cold face.

Wu Tong and Qianwu glanced at each other again, and then Yu Guang looked at Lian Shijian and Long Geyue, involuntarily secretly saying that even if Mr. Zhuo has magical powers, I am afraid that he is also having a headache now.

"Sister Ye, I'm the servant hired by the son, who specializes in cooking for the son." Lian Shijian said softly, but he was already puzzled. If Ye Ziqin is Zhuo Bufan's wife, why did she do it for a while? I haven't seen Ye Ziqin, doesn't this woman like the son, or there is a conflict between them.

Don't look at Shi Jian's innocence, but that doesn't mean she is an idiot, not to mention that women are born with a keen sixth sense in terms of emotions.

Ye Ziqin has been in the mall for many years, seeing the trace of loneliness passing by Lian Shijian's eyes, as a woman, she naturally understands what this means.

Long Geyue became quiet, Zhuo Bufan really felt a headache, and simply said: "I still have important things. You two have fun. I will come to you later." After speaking, he carried his hands on his back. , Strode towards Yueban Lake of Fengling Villa.

"Zhuo Bufan." As he walked a few steps, Ye Ziqin suddenly stopped him and said slowly: "My aunt called me the day before yesterday and said that it's summer vacation. Let me accompany you back to see her. "

"My mother?" Zhuo Bufan trembled slightly. He hadn't contacted his mother for three or four months after he was reborn. That's because for him, this is his mother who hasn't seen him in three hundred years. It's complicated and contradictory. His emotions have made his unshakable Dao Xin very complicated, but now that he has enough strength, it is time to go back.

What Zhuo Bufan didn't expect was that his mother would actually call Ye Ziqin, and Zhuo Bufan nodded and said, "I will go back when I finish the work here."

Looking at Zhuo Bufan's leaving back, Long Geyue smiled at Ye Ziqin, a crescent-like smile was outlined at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded gently and left by himself.

"Am I being too bad for you?" Ye Ziqin sighed suddenly. She still remembers that when Zhuo Bufan and her first got married, Zhuo Bufan was drunk and wanted to climb into her bed one day. She was slapped severely.

The infield of Fengling Villa is built in a three-story loft on the bank of Crescent Lake. The people who can enter are the top richest people in Zhongzhou. The minimum rigid standard for worth is 100 million assets. Please bring Qianwu to get it. Post, Zhuo Bufan and others walked in easily.

With the wooden carved window lattices open, you can see a vast green lake with microwaves, and a faint breeze blows in, dissipating a trace of summer heat. There are already many people inside, including antique sellers and some who come to buy them.

"Master Wu."

"Hey, Master Wu, do you remember me?"

"Boss Zhang from Yuedi Real Estate, long time no see."

Many people inside knew Master Wu and greeted him one after another. No one paid attention to the ordinary young man with him. Zhuo Bufan went to a lot of trading booths and didn't find a suitable furnace. In fact, this is quite normal. Some incense burners are all mini-shaped. Players who like to play incense buy to burn sandalwood and the like. As for the collection, who would take a tripod and keep it at home.

After reading the first floor, Zhuo Bufan and his group stepped onto the second floor. As soon as they went upstairs, they saw several familiar figures. They were Lian Xipo, Lian Lian, Lian Chi and Xu Meili. Of course, there was Kang Bo standing beside him. Several people also found Zhuo Bufan and Lian Shijian. Only Kang Bo's eyes stayed on Qianwu for a few more seconds. Both of them were martial artists, and they could naturally feel the breath of each other's body.

"Why Master Wu is with that kid?" Lian Xipo frowned and asked suspiciously.

Lian Chi’s eyes showed an indifferent look, occasionally there was a hint of gray mist when her pupils stretched out. When Lian Shijian saw him, she couldn’t help but firmly grasp her little hand. She couldn’t figure out why it was his child. Why is there such a big gap in the treatment? Just because you are a daughter, should you be kicked out?

Xu Meili's slender eyes stared at Zhuo Bufan fiercely, with a viper glow in his eyes. Her son was almost wiped out by Zhuo Bufan. She wanted to chop Zhuo Bufan into meat sauce, but today she believes Zhuo Bufan Bufan will definitely die here.

"Servant sword, Zhuo Bufan." Seeing them, Lian Lian walked over with a smile, then looked at Master Wu and said, "Master Wu."

Master Wu knew about her relationship with Lian Shijian, and Lian Shijian was a close person to Mr. Zhuo, and said in fear: "Mr. Lian, just call me Lao Wu."

Lian Shijian frowned. He didn't know what the relationship between Master Wu and Zhuo Bufan was, but her sixth sense as a woman vaguely felt that Master Wu's change in her attitude was because of Zhuo Bufan.

"Sister," Lian Shijian cried out cleverly. Perhaps only Lian Lian could make him feel a little affection.

Lian Lian nodded, touched Lian Shijian's little head and said, "Why are you here? Don't tell my sister in advance."

"I'm here with the son, and the son is here to buy things." Lian Shijian's water-cut pupils looked at Zhuo Bufan, shining brightly.

Lian Lian looked at Zhuo Bufan, and suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Zhuo Bufan, you have to be careful, I'm afraid that person will come today."

"It's okay, I'm just about to come to him." Zhuo Bufan said calmly.

"Lian Lian, come back, let's go upstairs." Lian Xipo called out suddenly. Lian Lian couldn't help but sighed and returned to Lian Xipo's side. Several people walked towards the stairs on the third floor.

Just as they left, a monk and a Taoist priest suddenly appeared on the second floor. The monk was fat and short, with eight ring scars burned on his bare head, and he always had a smile on his face. The others nodded as if they were very familiar with each other, while the Taoist priest was thin and tall, with a vicious expression on his face. The two were in extreme contrast.

Holding a wooden box in the monk's hand, the two passed by Zhuo Bufan and the others. The monk and Taoist couldn't help but glance at Master Wu. Then the monk smiled at Master Wu, but the Taoist shook his head. , The two also walked towards the stairs on the third floor.

Zhuo Bufan could see that both of them were actually cultivators at the first level of Qi training. The monk laughed at Master Wu because he was used to smiling at others, but the Taoist priest shook his head, probably because he could not appreciate Master Wu’s skill. Master Wu is nearly sixty years old, and he hasn't even made a breakthrough in Qi training, so he naturally looks down on it.

As for Zhuo Bufan, the two people's insights and skills still couldn't tell the depth of Zhuo Bufan, and they only regarded him as an ordinary person.

But this is not what Zhuo Bufan cares about. He has long discovered that there is a trace of evil spirit in the wooden box in the hands of the monk, and this evil spirit and the soul control technique in Qianwu's body have left behind. The evil spirits are almost exactly the same. Are these two people also the people of the ghost king?

"Let's go upstairs and take a look." Zhuo Bufan thought, striding towards the third floor.