Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Thousand Buddha Temple.

Fa conference venue.

On one side was a shallow and small mud pit, vomiting some blood-red foam.

Li Changan stood in front of him, leaned forward to pick up the half bamboo battle left by the roots unknown to anyone, and pulled out half of the intestines and a pair of hearts in the mud.

The blood on the head is still wet.

This means that not long ago, someone was like a livestock on a chopping board, being ripped apart here.

But now, both the victim and the murderer have disappeared without a trace.

Li Changan raised his eyes and looked around. All he saw in his eyes were the collapse of the grandstand, the overturned censer, the falling of flags, and the satin stomping into the dust. How could there be a little bit of luxury in the day? On the once congested field, clothes, weapons, pockets, chests, money... were scattered all over the place. Mud, dirty blood, residual limbs, organs...mixed together.

Anyone can see that there was a fight here not long ago...no! It is massacre.

But at the moment, apart from a few fragments of water, there are strangely no corpses, and even on the towering platform, there are only a few empty lotus platforms.

Fa conference venue.

Is this place where all the suffering started tonight, has the corpse gone?

………

"how?"

Li Chang'an didn't rush to answer, but hurried away to Chong Longyu, then pinched his nose and waved his hands desperately.

The pungent smell of the mountain almost didn't turn him over, how could he identify the whereabouts of the corpse Buddha.

He slowed down for a while, but instead asked Yan Xinglie, but the beard was just helpless. To ghosts, the Yang Qi of a living person is like a torch in the night, but this kind of zombie is no different from the roadside gravel in their eyes, and it is difficult to trace.

"Isn't it a rush?"

"That's not enough, isn't this also a **** of some stinky fish and shrimps?"

While talking, but seeing the lingering in the bushes around the venue, a series of living corpses appeared like endless surging out.

Li Changan pulled out his sword and said with a smile:

"Look, it's not that we caught the stinky fish and shrimp, but the stinky fish and shrimp caught us."

"So what's the problem?"

Yan Xinglie didn't care.

"The rotten hemp net can trap fish and shrimp, but it can't enclose the dragon."

"brothers!"

He raised his arms and shouted.

"Let these jumping corpses see and see the style of frontier men!"

The Yin army generals gathered around him immediately responded, calling out three times.

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

The killing sound seemed to go straight to the sky.

Then, under Yan Xinglie's order, he recoiled against the crowd of corpses swarming up.

The living corpse is not afraid of life and death, and the Yin Soldiers are crushed to pieces and do not spin their heels.

As soon as the two sides met, it was like two rows of huge waves fighting each other and hitting... well, actually it was not so tragic.

The living corpses have sharp teeth and no charms on their mouths. Where can they cause much damage to the Yin Soldiers? On the side of Yin Bing...Li Changan had long had doubts. The last time I saw Yan Xinglie and his party, all of them were so majestic! This time, he was only wearing coarse cloth and shorts, even topless, which was very shabby. What he held in his hand was not a knife, a spear, a sword, but a tool such as a hammer and a pickaxe. More importantly, without the fierceness in the city of Juzhou, except that the body is more solidified, it is no different than ordinary evil spirits.

When he was called to appear, had it not been for Yan's big beard to lead him, Li Changan would have thought he had recruited the wrong ghost, not the Yin Soldier, but a group of miners.

……………………

The long sword flashed like a ghost, stirred into the eyes of the living corpse, and then swiftly retracted, bringing out a panic.

Li Changan kept walking, avoiding the blood stains, and chopped off the neck of another living corpse. Although the fight was fierce, he still expressed his doubts leisurely.

When Yan Xinglie heard the words, he shook a sledgehammer and smashed the head of a living corpse into his chest cavity. He wiped a splash of blood on his face, and then smiled:

"Don’t lie to the Dao Chief. That day, even though I was revengeful in Juzhou, I tuned the Yin Soldiers privately and broke the Yin Judiciary. Yan Luo pityed me for a reason, and didn’t punish him severely. Only a few brothers repaired the dead city. The city wall. When I received the Dao Master’s decree, I was..."

While speaking, a mutant living corpse suddenly jumped out. His head was swollen and twisted like a durian, and his limbs stretched like mosquito tentacles, but his neck was pinched by a big beard and lifted up. This living corpse waved four slender hands and feet, and slapped it on the steel-and-iron arms of the beard. It was a pity that he couldn't move at all. Instead, he was pulled closer by the beard. He looked at it for a few times and said with disgust:

"This monster is a bit uglier than the pickled goods of hell."

After all, he broke its neck, threw it aside, and said to Li Changan:

"I'm taking my brethren to mine stone in that Tiezhu Mountain."

Tiezhu Mountain? Oh, the **** of Tiezhu Mountain. No wonder dressed up as a coolie.

The Taoist nodded, stabbing the living corpse dropped by the beard, but frowned.

"Then you guys..."

Listen, is it possible that these guys escaped from prison?

The big beard splits his mouth:

"exactly!"

"Don’t worry about the Dao Master. Yan is the official of Long Xiangwei. If you didn’t die halfway, you should also get involved in this Thousand-Buddha Temple. He was called by Dao Chang to finish the job. This unfinished business. Not to mention..."

He laughed more and more freely, with a wanton expression that he had never had before his death.

"The Dao Master has a great kindness to me. Don't say it's just being a Cheng Dan, even if it is true, I will go to hell. As long as Dao Chang is called, he can climb out and let me go. Brothers, do you think it is not?!"

Immediately, the chaos around all reconciled.

More "people" replied: "The general said it is extremely true. Could it be that the thief is still being promoted to make a fortune? Now that the vengeance is retributed, it is just a few times in the frying pan. It is also very happy. Gee!"

"Why is the oil pan enough? You have to roll around the mountain to be happy!"

"Bah! Want me to yell and be transparent."

"Hey, **** of corpse and mud..." Oh, this taste is too strong.

All in all, the more talked and talked about, the more chaotic, and the more biased, it also washed away the guilt of the Taoist priests.

He was short and cut off the arms and legs of a living corpse, causing it to fall to the ground again. A few worries were added between the words.

"Since it is stolen into the world, I am afraid that it will be brought to the fortune."

The beard picked up a sledgehammer and smashed the head of the living corpse.

"Don't worry about Dao Chief. I left Lou Cheng to hold on to the disparity of the caretaker, and estimate it to survive tonight..."

Yan Xinglie's words suddenly stagnated, his big face turned into a hairy bitter gourd.

The Taoist followed his gaze and looked over.

But seeing the originally empty high platform, I don't know when, sitting a pale man. He was wearing a soap robes, a three-foot-high black hat on his head, and a long banner with his face beside him. He was looking carefully with a familiar folder.

"That is?"

"The overseer's judge."

Li Changan: "..."

At this time, the judge seemed to have noticed the peeping here, Shi Shiran put away the zipper, but then did not come to pick up anyone, let alone speak, only stretched out a finger and shook, and then bowed his head and counted. Ants.

"What does this mean?"

Taoist priests don't understand the routines of the underworld very well.

Yan Xinglie was relieved.

"Thanks to the envoy to be magnanimous, let me wait a while."

Li Changan's nervousness eased a little when he heard the words, but his breath hadn't been relaxed yet.

"but……"

"how?"

"Time-limited."

"how long?"

"One hour."

………………

This is in trouble!

This time up the mountain, the soldiers were divided into two groups. One way, Li Changan and Yan Xinglie brought a group of ghost soldiers to search for the corpse Buddha, with the intention of attacking Huanglong and capturing thieves and kings; the other way, they scattered on the spot and tried their best to search and rescue the living.

But judging from the current situation, this plan has failed.

Li Changan looked at the situation in the field, as previously said, more than fierce, with little effect. On the side of the living corpses, the Yin Soldiers are scattered and impermanent, and a bite is just a smear of black smoke; on the side of the Yin Soldiers, one has lost the identity of the Yin God of the Underworld; and the other is that these living corpses are also very good. Strange... Ordinary walking corpses, most of them are left behind in order to get up.

But there is no soul in the shells of these living corpses, and the methods of ordinary ghosts are nothing at all.

The situation is anxious and time is tight.

Li Changan made a decision:

"Brother Yan."

"Daoist, but it's okay to say."

"I'm waiting to kill this corpse Buddha, thinking that it can eliminate demons and fundamentally pinch out the source of the living corpse, in order to achieve the effect of killing two birds with one stone. Even if it fails, there will be another soldier and horse scattered to save people... …"

Yan Xinglie nodded, this strategy was negotiated together.

"But now the corpse Buddha is running and hiding, and it is difficult to find a trace. I take it for granted." Li Changan took the fault and continued without waiting for the opponent to rebut, "Although the judge has to be magnanimous at the moment, but within an hour, save people. I’m afraid it’s hard to take care of it..."

"I understand what Dao Master meant..." Yan Xinglie groaned for a while, "Saving people or eliminating demons?"

Li Changan raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking at the wild forest and the deep night.

"Save people."

……………………

Making the decision to give priority to saving people, Yan Xinglie's Yin soldiers no longer entangled with the living corpses, and instead tried their best to search and rescue the living.

Fortunately, nothing happened afterwards.

After that, the last group of survivors will be escorted down the mountain, through the defense line temporarily pulled up by the government, to the resettlement site behind.

Li Changan looked back and saw the living corpses coming from the tail slowly retreating back to the mountain.

He couldn't help being sure again.

"Returned?"

"Returned."

Yan Xinglie nodded to confirm, and then continued:

"I have been going back and forth several times this night. These living corpses have never left Yeshan, including other directions."

"This is also a blessing in misfortune."

"really……"

Yan Xinglie agreed and looked at the line of defense behind him.

It was formed overnight by Long Xiangwei and a group of people pulling up the state capital. The main force is mostly the remaining soldiers and horses of the official army and the young men drawn from nearby. So many people can't deal with bandits, let alone cannibal monsters. If it hadn't been for Long Xiangwei's master to supervise the formation, and the living corpse would never go down the mountain, it would have disappeared.

And also at this moment.

"Oh oh oh oh..."

The rooster who didn't know where to report.

In the east, a red sun jumped out of the sky.

Li Changan was shocked. It turned out that it was dawn before he knew it.

The judge said it was a grace period of one hour, but after all, it was a grace period all night.

The Taoist hurriedly looked back to see Yan Xinglie, but he saw that his beard was gradually disappearing under the sunlight.

The two are not polite and nonsense, they just bowed their hands and laughed goodbye.

At this moment, the people behind him cheered with hindsight.

"The sun is out!"

"The monster is back!"

"Let's survive!"

...

Some were crying with joy, some were crying, some hugging and laughing... There was also a little monk kneeling in the mud, silently weeping.

Li Changan was exhausted and did not pay more attention.

"Friend Xuanxiao Daoist."

The one who stopped Li Changan was one of the Taoist priests in Longhushan.

"Your treasure urn..."

He hesitated to speak but stopped, his face was ashamed.

Bao Lu? Li Changan was stunned, and then he was stunned. Oh, he was talking about Yan Xinglie's Zhezi.

Previously, because they had to rely on a few Longhushan Taoist priests, the Zhezi had always been in their hands. Looking at this person's face now... no wonder the Zhezi in the judge's hands looked so familiar at the time.

"I know... it doesn't matter."

Li Changan waved his hand.

"Leave here first."

He couldn't worry about the donkey Ji Ling and the little girl, always thinking of rushing to take a look, and then he was relieved.