Zhao Yuanwai's family is united as one.

The old lady was still saying next to her: "Everyone, please use your strength. The master's feet have begun to move."

The master's face was twisted, and he was gradually brought to the oil pan.

Feel the temperature coming from the oil pan.

The master shouted in horror: "Stop, stop it quickly."

"If you keep doing this, I'm going to be angry!"

How could Yuan Zhao and the others stop now?

The screams inside the oil pan have become smaller and smaller.

If he fails to catch the ghost, his family will be burdened with the sin of killing.

If this spreads out, won't his son's reputation be stained?

Zhao Yuanwai grabbed the master's hand and pulled it with difficulty.

Finally put it on the oil pan.

Master Yuankong shouted loudly: "Let go, let me go, I will do it myself!"

When Zhao heard this, he realized that the master was willing to cooperate.

He quickly put down his hand, his fat face turned red with heat, and he kept breathing heavily.

Mr. Zhao also looked at the master impatiently.

Thinking of his embarrassing actions just now, he wanted to spit on the master.

Everyone looked at Master Yuankong expectantly.

Master Yuankong looked at the oil pan.

He turned around and looked at the people surrounding him.

The fat on his face trembled.

Suddenly, the master said: "The poor monk wants to bring my Zen staff and ask him to borrow some magic power."

Zhao Yuanwai nodded and said: "To attract wealth, go and get the master's Zen staff."

The master waved his hand, "I'll get it myself."

With that said, he turned around and started walking towards the altar table.

"Hey, Master, where is your Zen staff?"

When Zhao Yuanwai saw that the master's direction was a little off, he quickly called out kindly.

Master Yuankong, it can be said that he hates this member Zhao very much at this time.

I have been traveling around the world for many years, and yet I am exposed like this.

The master who took back the Zen staff beside his offering table was overjoyed.

To find the right direction, you need to grease the soles of your feet and run!

He shouted: "Everyone, get out of the way!"

"Otherwise I will start killing people today!"

Once he joins this crowd, it will be difficult to catch him!

Thinking like this, Yuan Kong couldn't help but speed up his steps.

"Huh?"

The promised acceleration is gone.

The steps that the master had just taken were immediately frozen in place.

Even because he was holding on to the Zen staff, under the inertia, instead of running forward, he took a few steps back.

Zhao Ce, who had already had a premonition, stepped forward and grabbed the other end of Master Yuankong's scepter.

He said coolly: "Master, are you planning to run away?"

The few remaining monks also wanted to make birds and beasts.

Members of the Zhao family were dumbfounded as they looked at the master who was about to run away.

And these monks who want to run away.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Master Yuankong turned around and looked at Zhao Ce who was holding the other side of his scepter.

He frowned and shouted angrily: "Let go, otherwise I won't blame you for being rude!"

Zhao Ce easily held the other end of his Zen staff with one hand.

Yuan Kong struggled hard.

Zhao Ce, who was standing where he was, didn't move at all.

Master Yuankong shouted in disbelief: "What kind of monster are you? Why are you so strong?"

After saying that, he gritted his teeth.

He was about to give up his most valuable Zen staff.

When Zhao Ce saw this, he directly grabbed the other end of the scepter in his hand and waved it to the side.

The master didn't have time to let go.

I just felt a strong force coming from my hand.

The whole person was carried by the Zen staff and flew to the side.

There is a monk holding a money bag and about to run away.

He was directly hit hard by the flying master.

The person who was hit screamed on the ground.

This master was beaten to pieces.

But he reacted quickly.

About to get up.

The jingling Zen staff was already pressed against his chest.

Zhao Ce looked pale and held his Zen staff in his hand.

It seemed to be gently pressed against his chest.

But Master Yuankong felt that his chest was pressed against a huge stone.

The people who were watching all retreated to the outside.

"Hey, this young man, how come he has so much strength?"

"Just grab the master's Zen staff and throw him away?"

"This master looks like he is almost as big as these two young ones!"

Everyone looked at Zhao Ce's movements and were amazed.

Su Cai'er looked anxiously.

I didn't dare to go forward.

I am afraid that if I go up there, I will cause trouble to my husband.

The scholar next to him was amazed.

"This young man is obviously wearing a long robe and is also a scholar."

"But it seems that he can defeat a group of scholars alone..."

Zhao Ce over there looked at the master lying on the ground and said with a smile: "Master, why are you running so fast?"

"Zhao Yuanwai said that you didn't handle things well and asked you to stay for a while."

He thought about it, lest some brats would pester him.

He added another sentence.

"Oh, my surname is also Zhao. I am the person Zhao hired to expose your ruse."

Yuankong was flopping on the ground, struggling desperately.

The veins on his forehead were all visible.

But this tall, thin scholar wearing a long robe.

Holding the Zen staff in one hand, he was completely restrained.
To be continued...