Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The moon is black and the wind is high in the night.

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There is only one post in the wilderness with a lonely light.

This post seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, except for the house that showed a little light, and most of the other places collapsed. The surroundings were also deserted, with no human beings, only the thatch and the old locust hooked together, following the sound of the night breeze "rusty".

On the twisted branch of a dead tree in the old forest opposite the station.

A night owl was ready to go, and it aimed at a mouse.

The little thing lingered close to the dead tree, without knowing that the **** of death was approaching, and just bowed its head for food.

But suddenly.

The mouse hunting for food under the tree trembled and fell to the ground stiffly without warning.

At the same time.

The symphony of insects, birds, and biological activities that had never stopped in the forest suddenly stopped. Except for the sound of the wind, there was no sound at all.

"Goo."

This night the owl seemed to be shocked, and screamed and fluttered his wings.

However, a touch of black smoke passed quietly in the night.

The night owl froze in the movement of spreading his wings, and planted one end on the fallen leaves, and rolled down with the mouse. Immediately, the sole of a boot fell, pushing the pair of "hunters" and "prey" into the mud.

The owner of the boots was wrapped in black, hiding his figure into the night. He leaned down and took out a bone flute from his arms. Behind him, more people in black sneaked into the forest silently. middle.

Ore.

The symphony of insects and birds reverberated from the forest again, but this time, the sound seemed to become a bit monotonous.

If you listen carefully, it turns out that there is more than one monotonous sound.

In the woods, in the grass cages, behind the rocks... They are connected into a huge circle, which firmly surrounds the post, and shrinks and surrounds it bit by bit!

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"The man left the Goose City and stayed in this wilderness. There must be something strange in it."

Wuhuan lay in the weeds, faintly staring at the opposite station, and did not act rashly because of the disparity between the enemy and the enemy.

In the White Lotus Sect, Li Chang'an is not taken seriously, and many people think that he is only swayed by Yan Xinglie's light on the issue of the young master of White Lotus. But Wuhuan didn't think so. Even if he set up a trap, used a method, or attached a Yan Xinglie tail wing, wouldn't the Taoist himself have the slightest skill?

Everyone is just guessing, everyone can't tell.

However, Taoist Xuanxiao must die! Immortality is not enough to take revenge, and not to deter Xiao Xiao, but at the same time Taoist Xuanxiao is also unpredictable.

Among the several protectors of the White Lotus Sect, Wuhuan was not the most powerful nor the smartest, but he was the most cautious.

Therefore, the leader gave him the task of slaying the Taoist Xuanxiao.

Therefore, he ignored the gossip, gave up his old face, and mobilized so many teaching forces, just to besiege a single Taoist priest, just to be foolproof.

He made a gesture, indicating that no one should be greedy for power and startling snakes, and then slowly moved closer in the darkness.

There was some dim light from the closed windows of the post station, as if there was no movement, but Wu Huan actually tightened his nerves.

This caution saved his life.

Without warning, he suddenly rolled sideways and saw two steel knives fall in his original position.

He has no love for war, only withdraws and frowns when he stands still.

But I was stunned to find that there seemed to be no one to hold the knife behind the handle... Wait, two phosphorous fires suddenly lit up in the air, and the flames opened quickly, drawing out the hands, feet, torso, head, and then the hair bun, iron armor, and pockets. .

The black smoke lingers, the ferocious aura is actually two ghost soldiers.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of ghost fires lit up in the darkness, dozens of ghost pawns jumped out, and a battle formation was listed and stood in front of the post.

Look at it, they are all ghosts who retain their wisdom.

This man really has some abilities, not much better than the methods of the old ghost in Zongzhong.

Upon seeing this, Wuhuan was relieved. It turned out that this man deliberately stayed overnight in the barren countryside, waiting for the saints to come and take revenge. It was these ghost soldiers.

Great is great.

pity.

Too little!

In order to strangle this man this time, he has enough manpower, and what he wants is one to bully the less.

"Children..."

Wuhuan sneered and was about to greet his subordinates, and he was about to embrace him, but as soon as he turned his head, he was shocked.

Behind them, a soldier and horse stood silently.

Knives and guns are everywhere, and swords and halberds are sharp.

Instead, they surrounded the White Lotus Cult.

Where are the ghost soldiers?

His face was pale, he looked around in a panic, and finally, surrounded by the tooth soldiers, he saw a big flag waving in the wind and writing a five-character letter.

"Take it out."

"Swallow."

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Within the inn.

Li Changan circled the midnight visitor in front of the lamp, turned three times to the left and three times to the right, looking constantly.

The person in front of him is majestic and majestic, wearing a bright light armor, a phoenix-winged helmet on his head, cloud climbing boots, and of course, a beard with a very familiar mouth.

"Brother Yan? Why are you!"

The Taoist priest was both surprised and delighted.

Earlier, he saw the light turned into a miserable green light. He only thought that Bai Lian had taught someone a trick, so he wanted to say hello with Sanchi Qingfeng, but it was Yan Xinglie who never wanted to show up.

"Fujun let you go back?"

After saying this, he shook his head on his own.

"No, you are not human, you are just a ghost! Where can you be a living person."

Bearded explained with a smile:

"The Daoist thinks right, Yanmou is indeed a nether person. Since that day, I also thought that it would be a few hundred years away. I was lucky enough to leave a trace of remnant soul reincarnated, and if I was not lucky, my soul flew away. But I didn’t think that the monarch would pity me for being loyal and courageous. He pardoned my hard labor outside the law, and promoted me to be an envoy under the account, specializing in crusades against ghosts that gathered crowds to disturb the order of Yin and Yang."

Yan Xinglie told him carefully before and after his death and resurrection. Taoist priests couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

But at the end, Yan Xinglie bowed solemnly.

"Yan is brazen, I beg Dao Master to help me again tonight!"

"What's the matter?"

The bearded man gritted his teeth.

"Go to Juzhou tonight."

"Kill Li Kuiqi!"

Hearing this, Li Changan suddenly raised two questions in his mind.

Li Kuiqi is not dead?

Juzhou is in the north and Goose City is in the south. The distance between the two places is more than a thousand miles. How can we get there overnight?

But he didn't hesitate at all.

"good."

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Murder and arson.

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Yuzhou.

The old temple of the Thousand Buddhas Monastery.

The riot subsided.

On the contrary, the village became more noisy. The groaning of the wounded, the crying of the children, and the wailing of the families of the victims all made the monks who maintain order look heavy.

A monk with a very kind face took out an eight or nine-year-old child from the villagers, touched the child's head, and gave a caramel candy.

He looked at the little baby hamster, hiding the candy in the cheeks, and then asked with a smile:

"Baby, you said you saw the monster who entered the village."

"Well."

The child was slurred with sugar in his mouth.

"What does it look like?"

The monk leaned down and tempted him.

The little baby pointed at the monk's head.

"Similar to you."

"anything else?"

The baby tilted his head for a moment and his eyes lit up.

"Although the monster's clothes are in tatters, but the color is good, red, yellow, and yellow, just like the living Buddhas at the Fa conference."

"How can a monster be like a living Buddha? Little baby, don't talk nonsense."

"Why am I talking nonsense?"

The child pursed his lips.

"It's not the only one who saw me, Daddy, grandma and everyone in the village all saw it!"

Hearing the words, the monk suppressed his smile, got up and nodded at the difficulty in the distance.

The monk got the quasi-faith, took a long breath, and then turned around but squeezed out a smile.

"This time, thanks to the brothers here, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

"There is no need to worry about matters within the division."

The old monk sang "Amitabha Buddha," and the two longevity eyebrows almost squeezed into one place.

"It's a pity to get rid of that demon."

He woke up from his dream and heard that all the riots in the village were due to the intrusion of demons. He immediately recited the scriptures of the demons and wanted to defend the way. But before he approached, the demon who broke into the village to eat people was already startled.

After that, he calmed the panicked villagers and organized manpower to treat the wounded. Until now, the monks of the Thousand Buddha Temple have been late to arrive.

With the intervention of the Thousand Buddha Temple, the rescue work will surely be smoother, but the old monk is still anxious. He has been thinking about the demon who entered the village tonight. Although he didn't face him seriously, he saw his back from a distance.

The monster is quite familiar.

Think of the villager's sentence again: "Monk monsters have entered the village to eat people!"

Inexplicable surprises surged from the bottom of his heart.

"Little Brother..."

But before the old monk asked, he was interrupted by the difficulty.

"The night is windy and damp, I'll talk about it tomorrow." As he said, he grinned. "I thought that the brother had already left, but I didn't think about staying in the neighborhood, but I didn't wait for the hospitality well. Right now the old temple is crowded by the wounded and can't live in people. Then, please go to the temple to rest. "

It was involuntarily said that people left here with the old monk and apprentice.

When the old monk walked away, he turned around and said to the villagers:

"In order to prevent demons from going and returning, everyone will take shelter in the temple tonight, so it is convenient for the monks to look after them."

First, the villagers were in a panic when they were attacked; secondly, the Thousand Buddha Temple has gained deep prestige in Yuzhou. Strictly speaking, most of these villagers are tenant tenants in the temple, so they dare not object.

When it is like chasing sheep, all the villagers will be driven into the temple.

"The first seat..."

The monk who had previously questioned leaned over, his eyes flashing.

Turning his face in distress, a pair of eyeballs were blood-red reflected by the light of the torch.

"The host said..."

He stared at each other's eyes, saying each word.

"Nothing about the corpse monk should be revealed!"

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About half an hour.

The little monk took the master's hand and glanced back vaguely.

"Master, why did the village catch fire?"

Upon hearing this, the old monk hurriedly reviewed.

I saw a faint glow of fire in the sky when I came.

The monk who led the lantern to lead the way chuckled softly:

"Didn't the demons died when they entered the village? Maybe they were afraid of getting rid of evil spirits and getting corpses. They were burning the corpses."

"Amitabha."