At this moment, Wen Shenyou was riding a horse with mindfulness beads in his hand, and the attendant beside him was walking slowly on the road with a lamp on.

"I have seen ghosts and gods before. As the saying goes, if you have done nothing wrong, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on your door."

"I can walk and sit upright, what am I afraid of?"

Wen Shenyou boasted loudly and spoke impassionedly and righteously. Everyone nodded in agreement and offered flattery for free.

However, halfway through, I saw a few shadows.

Wen Shenyou immediately slowed down and stared at the road for a long time.

"Go and have a look."

He asked someone to come forward to check. The man held up the lantern and looked at it for a while, and then said.

"It seems like a few Taoists."

"Oh, that's okay."

However, Wen Shenyou rode forward slowly on his horse. As the shadow in the distance gradually became clearer, he was suddenly stunned.

Then, his face turned pale, and this time it was too late for him to close his eyes.

Under the moonlight.

An old Taoist priest was also walking with a lantern.

The miserable light reflected on his face, which turned green and white.

It was clearly the old Yin Yang Taoist who should have died long ago.

Wen Shenyou was shocked. Back then, Wen Shenyou saw this old guy lying in the coffin as if he was dying.

And these days, he has not seen Yun Zhen Taoist people again, so in his eyes, this old Taoist has long been taken away by ghosts and gods, and is no longer in the world.

Seeing him at this moment, Wen Shenyou was so frightened that his soul almost came out of his seven orifices.

I even remembered what the old Taoist said back then.

I need to come up and talk to him.

Who knows if while we were talking, we might have taken him along with us.

Wen Shenyou quickly turned the horse's head and shouted: "Let's go, let's go."

The palace staff did not know why: "Why is Dalang so panicked? He is just a member of the group."

Wen Shenyou said quickly: "That thing is not a living person."

"That, that, that... is the evil ghost crawling up from the underworld... demanding life!"

After hearing this, everyone suddenly felt shocked: "If you ask for your life, whose life will you ask for?"

Others said: "We have done nothing wrong, so why does this ghost come to us?"

But he didn't have time to explain, so he turned around and whipped the flattery with a whip.

"Let's go, let's go. If we don't go, it will be too late."

In the distance, the old Taoist holding a lamp also saw Wen Shenyou and his party. He looked at them for a long time before saying.

"Strange, I seem to hear Wen Sima's voice?"

Taoist He also saw it, and he saw it more clearly.

"Yes, it's Wen Sima."

But this was strange. When Wen Sima saw them, he turned around and ran away as if he had seen the god of plague.

"This Wen Sima, why is he running away?"

"Don't you recognize us?"

"Wen Sima had a close relationship with us back then, and we were very happy with each other!"

The old Taoist Yin and Yang could remember that when Sima Wen came to the door, he grabbed his hand from the coffin. At that time, the old Taoist was so moved that he burst into tears.

The two of them are so sincere in love, witnessing their true love in times of crisis.

The old Taoist even promised at that time: "When the old Taoist reaches the underworld, if he has a chance to come up, he will definitely come to Wen Sima to talk to him."

Why did I look like this when I saw myself today?

However, Taoist Ao felt that it was normal. The situation had changed, and so had people's hearts.

He snorted twice and shook his head.

"There is Liu Yitou in front, and Wen Sima behind."

"The world is deteriorating, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be!"
Chapter completed!