"hiss..."

On the third floor, Yu Wenjian chewed his teeth: "The overlapping of multi-dimensional spaces is still there!"

Zhao Qian rushed down numbly: "Teacher, I think we need to put out the fire first. You set it on fire."

"Sure enough, multi-dimensional space is not yet mature!"

Yu Wenjian stretched out his head and looked at the thick smoke billowing in the south. He didn't panic at all: "It has certain properties of a mirage."

"teacher..."

Wang Bei found it hard to believe: "A mirage is really not optical refraction?"

Yu Wenjian was a little silent until he reached the bottom of the building and then said: "You are still young and have never seen it before. That year, I was only in my thirties and I personally entered a mirage in Beisi Lake!"

Yu Wenjian then said no more: "Only those who have seen it with their own eyes have the right to speak. Unfortunately, the person who went in with me that time was just a fisherman. What we saw with our own eyes... Oh, I won't say anymore... "

Wang Bei knew this. That year, Yu Wenjian spent several years in prison.

"So, what is your conclusion about the time and space movement of the fireball just now?"

Looking at Wang Bei, who was eager to learn, Yu Wenjian stopped: "The fire is out..."

"We are all watching, but you don't notice anything special?"

Yu Wenjian's eyes sparkled: "No matter what we throw away, for half an hour, every time it is a standard half hour, a Taoist priest will appear and sweep away the things we threw away."

"What's so special about this?"

"What's so special?"

Yu Wenjian smiled mysteriously: "The movements of Taoist priests are all the same. Even when cleaning fireballs, their movements are the same. Logically speaking, normal people cleaning fireballs are different from other garbage!"

"Now, I suspect, the mirage materialized, and..."

Wang Bei pricked up his ears, and Yu Wenjian took a deep breath: "This Taoist priest seems to be the same, but in fact they are all embodied from different time and space. In other words, the multi-dimensional space here is embodied in at least dozens of parallel world!"

...

In the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun was a little confused when he heard Yu Wenjian's words through Fu Niao.

"Sounds very knowledgeable."

However, the old man has started setting fires now, and he might make an even crazier move next time: "We must get rid of him!"

The three young people had been frightened by the remnant soul once before, and they have not left yet. Obviously the remnant soul did not play a great role. Looking at the cathode purgatory formation, Zhang Qingyun shook his head again: "The evil spirit is about to evolve. As an evil ghost, nothing can go wrong during this period."

"Evil spirits absorb people's yang energy instantly, which can kill people."

"The remnant soul is useless. At least it needs to be at the level of a wandering soul before it can be useful."

A broken soul is a broken soul with incomplete consciousness and confused memory.

Apart from being scary, it has no effect at all.

You can only enter reincarnation, replenish your soul, and be reincarnated.

Although the level of the wandering soul is not high, it can already absorb Yang Qi, and can release Yin wind and cold Qi through itself...

The day before July 15th, a wandering soul fell outside the hospital. Zhang Qingyun, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes. The moment the wandering soul entered the cathode purgatory formation, Zhang Qingyun landed a spirit-controlling talisman between the wandering soul's eyebrows: " Finally you are here!"

It has been a long time since any yin object has been attracted and entered the Taoist temple.

On July 15th, around the time when the gates of hell are opened, there are the most ghostly things.

Zhang Qingyun first controlled the Talisman Bird and flew to the window sill on the third floor.

Zhao Qian and Wang Bei gathered around Yu Wenjian, writing and drawing. The sketches were full of mysterious curves.

Controlling the talisman bird, a talisman fell on Yu Wenjian: "With the wisdom light condensing the book, the evil spirits dare not get close. Only with his wisdom light sealed, can the wandering spirits dare to get close."

After sealing Yu Wenjian's Huiguang, Zhang Qingyun controlled the wandering soul and landed in the rental house.

In an instant, the temperature of the room dropped, and gusts of cold wind filled the room, vaguely like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The three people turned around almost at the same time. Zhao Gan's legs went weak and he turned around and wanted to run away.

Wang Bei instantly felt that his endocrine system was overloaded again and his pants were wet...

ghost!

Yu Wenjian stood up directly. When Zhao Qian and Wang Bei thought that Yu Wenjian was going to run away, Yu Wenjian started to tremble all over, his face flushed, and his brows were full of excitement.

"For nineteen years, I have been trying to prove that ghosts must exist. They all say that I am a madman and a fool. Death is like a lamp going out..."

Yu Wenjian stretched out his hand and pointed at Wandering Soul: "Catch her!"

Zhao Qian almost sat down on the ground. Wang Bei put his hands on the table, his body kept shaking, and he was about to fall down at any time.

Who caught whom?

Teacher, who are you with?

"waste!"

Yu Wenjian cursed lowly, pulled his bag over and took out a series of things.

Ink fountain, yellow talisman paper, peach wood sword, and a bottle of black dog blood.

Zhao Qian and Wang Bei were so frightened that they couldn't help but laugh: "Teacher, you are a scientist, why did you become a Taoist priest?"

Yu Wenjian did not raise his head, tinkering with the bottles in his hands: "What do you know? The end of science is metaphysics!"

The end of science is metaphysics?

Zhao Qian and Wang Bei are both serious college students. They both know that many famous foreign scientists will turn their absolute concepts into magic sticks after their research reaches a certain level!

"Finally you are here..."

Yu Wenjian muttered: "In order to study ghosts, the old man once ate and drank in the morgue for half a year. He also lived in a cemetery for a month..."

"The old man originally thought that the soul does not exist... God has treated me well. When I retired, I actually saw ghosts!"

He casually poured out the blood of the black dog in his hand.

"Zizzi..."

The wandering soul screams, shocking the soul. This scream cannot be heard by both ears, but it causes the soul to tremble, making people fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"it works!"

"Don't be destroyed, I'm still doing research..."

Yu Wenjian's face was overjoyed, and he covered his peach wood sword with rooster blood...

...

In the Taoist temple, Zhang Qingyun suddenly felt that his control over the wandering soul was broken.

On the third floor, a burst of ghostly cries and wolves howled, a sound so sharp that it made the soul tremble came: "Ah..."

Zhang Qingyun's eyelids twitched: "An old man actually killed a wandering soul?!"

"Who is this old man?"

Zhang Qingyun felt that the old man's identity was not just a professor, but also had another identity: "Looking at this posture, he looks very much like the Maoshan sect."

There are actually some methods, no wonder he is so confident: "It seems that I must use this trick..."

Zhang Qingyun closed his eyes and practiced. At three or four o'clock in the morning, Zhang Qingyun controlled the talisman bird and landed outside the third floor window.

In the room, Zhao Qian and Wang Bei were not there, and Yu Wenjian was still reading information and had no intention of falling asleep.

"If you don't want to sleep, I will help you sleep!"

When the flying bird returned and landed outside the window on the third floor again, a talisman landed on Yu Wenjian.

Yu Wenjian's head sank and he fell asleep on the table.

On the Talisman's leg, another talisman shattered silently, and a ray of light disappeared into Wen Jian's eyebrows.

Zhang Qingyun felt that his eyes were hazy, as if he was in the void of the universe.

The stars are floating, and the barrier of the universe actually exists: "This is the dream of the old man, it turns out to be a dream of several universes spliced ​​together!"

There are no excessive desires, no distracting thoughts, just a pure universe!

People who write with wisdom are indeed different.

"Finally I saw it again... tsk tsk..."

Suddenly, next to Zhang Qingyun, Yu Wenjian held a small notebook in his hand, his eyes shining.

"What does this old man want to do?"
Chapter completed!