“Then please!”

The big figures in the field looked at each other, all with smiles and gently cupping their hands before dispersing.

Someone slowly walked to the city gate tower, looked at the dark mist around, sighed softly, and sat down. The position he was sitting in was exactly where the capital city was already beginning to tilt under the pressure of the two ghost altars.

He lowered his head, calculated with his fingers, and suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a small figure. As it fell towards the outside of the city, it actually grew larger in the wind, becoming a giant when it landed.

The giant burrowed into the ground, then grew back out, precisely shouldering a corner of the city, slowly lifting it up.

Someone else found a place and lit a stove. The teapot on the stove was already boiling, hissing and emitting white steam. He took a palm-leaf fan and fanned it over the pot, the white steam flying into the sky, turning into thick, heavy dark clouds, and then quickly flying south.

At the same time, some people burned incense, some prayed to gods, and some issued orders to their various experts.

Various strange techniques, whether conspicuous or subtle, were displayed in their own ways, each with its own wonders.

Meanwhile, the National Preceptor had already arrived at the old Hu family residence. Outside the old residence, the old subordinates of the Zougui (spirit walkers) of the Qingyuan Hu family, the Ren family, and the Bai family were all filled with tension.

But at this moment, the National Preceptor, dressed as a Taoist, walked over from the alley and said with a smile, "Old Mr. Hu, long time no see."

The Second Ancestor of the Qingyuan Hu family was shocked when he saw him, "National Preceptor?"

The Dongxuan National Preceptor nodded with a smile and said directly, "Now that evil is rampant and the army is about to attack the city, I want to ask you for a favor, is that possible?"

After recognizing the identity of this person, the Second Ancestor was already trembling. How could he refuse? He hurriedly wanted to salute.

But the National Preceptor shook his head slightly, and with a light wave of the horsetail whisk in his hand, the Taoist boy behind him hurriedly brought over a case. A clear yellow cloth was spread on the case, and various sacrifices and jade carved tiger talismans were placed on it.

In addition, cyan banners as tall as seven zhang were arranged in order, and pearl treasures and rare umbrellas as large as tree crowns were placed around the old Hu family residence. For a time, it looked both mysterious and grand, making people afraid to breathe loudly.

Others couldn't understand, but the Second Ancestor of the Qingyuan Hu family gradually recognized it, and his heart trembled: "This...this is?"

At this moment, the National Preceptor was already holding a banner in one hand and a lamp filled with oil in the other, coming to the Second Ancestor and saying softly, "I know your intentions, old sir. What you seek is nothing more than blessings for your children and grandchildren. I also know the merits of you old Zougui subordinates."

"Presumably, the Zougui sect has eliminated evil and brought peace to the people, and its merits are immeasurable. It is a pity to see it wither away. Even I, who am now raising this altar, don't know if anyone can still recognize it?"

The Second Ancestor had already guessed something and nodded repeatedly, "The Imperial Edict of the Eight Directions of the World's Soldiers and Horses Altar?"

The National Preceptor smiled, "That's right."

"Now, although I still remember the method of arranging this altar, I am ultimately not a member of the Zougui sect, and I still need someone to sit in charge of this altar."

The Second Ancestor's eyes had already widened, "Of course it should be me, but once this altar is raised..."

The National Preceptor said, "As you wish. The Hu family is known for suppressing evil. Those who dare to suppress evil can be the masters of the Hu family."

*Rumble!*

It was impossible to describe the shock brought about by the National Preceptor's words.

As early as when the Second Ancestor said the name of this altar, these Qingyuan Hu family members, or old subordinates with deep connections to the Zougui sect, had all understood.

The Zougui Hu family was famous in the world, always being the Zhenchong (Suppression of Evil) Prefecture. But the Zhenchong Prefecture was official, and the Hu family had the ability to control the Zhenchong Prefecture, because the Hu family itself was also the ancestral home of the Zougui of the world, with their own unique skills that were kept at the bottom of the box.

Ordinary Zougui raise altars of three zhang three, six zhang six, and nine zhang nine.

Zougui who enter the Prefecture, with high skills, willing to spend a lot of money, and also gain high positions and heavy power, can raise an altar for a city.

But the real Zougui maternal style is still in the Hu family, and that is the Imperial Edict of the Eight Directions of the World's Soldiers and Horses Altar.

Sitting on this altar, the Second Ancestor would not have to do anything, and it would be enough for him to cross the bridge, and he would have the opportunity to receive his children and grandchildren.

And whether it was the Qingyuan Hu family or other old Zougui subordinates, the thing they regretted most now was not following the Hu family to leave the capital, as if they had been abandoned. Now, they had lost face and guarded here, only fearing that the descendants of the Hu family would not remember their names.

But in these few days of inner anxiety, unexpectedly, the Great Luo Dharma Sect came forward and personally set up this altar, giving them such an opportunity.

How could the surprise in their hearts be described in words?

Especially the Qingyuan Hu family. Suddenly seeing that it was not Hu Ma who opened this altar and promised the chance to cross the bridge, but the National Preceptor, they felt a different kind of comfort, vaguely associating it with something surprising.

"Second Uncle..."

When the trembling Second Ancestor, holding the oil lamp, sat into the altar as if in a dream, he even burst into tears.

The Qingyuan Hu family disciples and many old Zougui subordinates next to him were all filled with excitement and rushed to kowtow.

But this Second Ancestor suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly got up and bowed deeply to the direction in which the National Preceptor and the Taoist boy were leaving.

"Why bother?"

The National Preceptor never left the ancestral hall, but all the changes in each city were arranged properly.

One shadow after another that went out to do errands returned to his body. The National Preceptor also knew about the matters in the city, and looking at Hu Ma, who seemed real but also illusory in front of him, he sighed softly, "Your Hu family ancestors gave up the glory and wealth they had in their hands back then, only to exchange for you today..."

"And you, are you going to give up this last bit of family fortune as well?"

"..."

Just as he said this, suddenly, the doors of the Ten Surnames Ancestral Hall not far away slowly opened a crack.

The incense inside seemed to be blown by a cold wind, and it became brighter.

A faint scent of incense floated out from the ancestral hall and quietly drifted into the night.

Now Hu Ma's voice could not be heard, and even Granny could not detect it. And she was now only returning to the ancestral hall. Unless a blood relative came in person to invite her out, or her children and grandchildren encountered difficulties and she had a heart to protect them, otherwise, she would only be spiritual, sleeping among the incense.

So at this time, even she did not become furious again. The incense in the Ten Surnames Ancestral Hall was so smooth, being led out by someone and alarming something in the darkness.

"You only think that those evil spirits will come and disrupt our Dharma Assembly, so you can sit back and reap the benefits? It's a pity, I overestimated them."

At this time, the National Preceptor's face was also indifferent, "And underestimated me."

"Each of the ten surnames occupies a bridge, and each has a maternal style. With the maternal style, you can suppress all kinds of strange people. No matter how powerful those evil spirits are, can they be bigger than the ten surnames' maternal style?"

He turned his head to look south, vaguely feeling a surging killing intent, and his face was unspeakably stern: "This Dharma Assembly cannot be without the Hu family."

"But it is you who must exert the effort, those who enjoy the blessings are mostly waiting for it, but it is not necessarily you who must do it."

As he spoke, each word was filled with Dharma power, and at the same time, he stared intently at Hu Ma.

Although he was not sure that he could break the Zhou family's Seal of Unmoving Heaven and Earth, he still wanted to try and see if he could shake Hu Ma's state of mind.

But he was still disappointed. The current Hu Ma was outside of Heaven and Earth, and his figure seemed somewhat blurred. Only the cold smile left on the corner of his mouth was particularly eye-catching.

It was like an answer to the National Preceptor.

……

……

"There's a problem..."

And now, when all the sects of the ten surnames were busy, only the head of the Zhou family was strolling in this dark capital city with the Iron Steed Hall Official.

Of course, he burned incense at the ancestral hall. The matter of Bai Yujing was equal to getting rid of a Meng family, and he couldn't just dump it on the Zhou family. As for other things, such as pacifying the chaos and suppressing the evil spirits outside the city, it was up to the individual.

Compared to the situation in this city, he seemed very indifferent, and said softly, "This Dharma Assembly was originally intended to eliminate those evil spirits, but the National Preceptor wanted to use the power of the Twelve Ghost Altars to draw Bai Yujing out of this world, and set the household register for becoming immortals."

"Too hasty."

He said to the Iron Steed Hall Official beside him, "Logically speaking, the National Preceptor has been preparing secretly for twenty years, and he shouldn't be so hasty in doing things. Even if there is the Hu family's scheming involved, it shouldn't have disrupted his formation so much."

After listening, the Iron Steed Hall Official looked up at him and said, "Are you saying that the National Preceptor is hiding something from the ten surnames?"

"Of course he is hiding something, everyone knows it."

Zhou Zhiming said lightly, "The Meng family is also one of the ten surnames, and he can kick them out like a dog. Doesn't that mean he can do the same to others?"

"Of course, the ancestral halls of the ten surnames are in the capital. As long as we are alive, we won't lose this opportunity. But the secrets of the Twelve Ghost Altars are only known to him and those evil spirits, which always makes people uneasy."

"..."

Iron Steed said in a low voice, "Was it also for this consideration that you enlightened that young master of the Hu family before, my lord?"

"I enlightened him for future matters, not for now."

Zhou Zhiming sighed softly and said, "However, what I think is problematic at this moment is him. He can't really not see that as long as the Hu family returns to the capital, they will definitely be kept by the National Preceptor. The ten surnames are all people tied to the same boat, and they can't escape."

The Iron Steed Hall Official listened, and his heart moved slightly: "Could it be that he is still harboring some idea?"

"I can't guess either."

Zhou Zhiming sighed softly and said, "I understand the power of those evil spirits, and I also understand the temper of the Hu family. But even if I rack my brains, I can't think of where his confidence comes from this time..."

As he spoke, he smiled bitterly, "Of course, if you are willing to think about it, then I can also remind you, you don't have to think about it from too clever a perspective..."

"What the Hu family has always been famous for is not their cleverness, but their ruthlessness!"

"..."

Similarly, in this capital city, when everything was busy up and down, at this time, outside the capital city, in the night, several figures had quietly appeared, looking distantly at the tall city walls and the stern defending army in front of the city, and making a few tut-tut sounds in their mouths.

"Is that mastermind playing the game of spies in this city? Perhaps knowing that we came for him, he has prepared such an array of guards?"

"..."

And in the capital city, Miss White Wine has now cooled her eyes, gone all out, and entered the secret land of the Zhishou (Knowing Longevity) Pavilion.

And seven or eight streets away from her, someone had also mixed into the capital city with the nightsoil farmers early in the morning. While working hard with others to wash the nightsoil buckets, she quietly raised her head:

Compared with her dirty and old face, her eyes alone were bright and clever, and she whispered, "I didn't catch up with the previous good things. This time, I came early to wait, so I shouldn't miss it, right?"

(End of this chapter)