Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Where is Li Changan?

When the Taoist Longtu asked this sentence, the Taoist priest had already left the village, and went all the way into a desolate mountain col.

at this time.

The last glimmer of sky was lost in Xishan.

In the woods, the old ravens flying around screamed sadly.

Weeds stretched on all sides, and no one was left.

Only a dilapidated small temple collapsed in front of Huai Lin.

From a distance, the mud crust on the wall fell off, there was no door, only half of the plaque was leaning on the door frame, with the word "City God" written on it.

Li Changan took a deep breath and wade through the grass with the donkey.

This small temple is not easy to find. He found it from an old hunter after asking the people in the village. It can be said to be the only temple left in a radius of ten miles, except for the monk's temple. According to the old hunter, it was the remote, dilapidated and small terrain that avoided the fate of being occupied by the Buddha's nest.

But for the monks of the Qianfo Temple, the flies and mosquitoes are considered stingy, which is somewhat unexpected.

But when it got closer, the Taoist priests also understood the sudden "generousness" of the monks.

This piece of "mosquito meat" is really too small.

Two gods with lack of arms and legs, a narrow tribute table and a scattered futon, it is difficult to accommodate other things, like an enlarged shrine.

But no matter how small it is, no matter how dilapidated it is.

But it is also the place where the ghost gods like Chenghuang live, and it is the best place to combine yin and yang.

Li Changan rubbed the donkey's top hair, raised his foot and stepped into the temple, and took out a name sticker from his arms.

The red letter in the yellow book, the letter "Yan Xinglie" in the letter.

This thing was secretly handed to him on the night before Beard, but the Taoist did not expect that he was annoyed by others, and after just one day, he wanted to behave again.

He is both irritable and perturbed. But then he laughed at himself, it was nothing more than doing everything to do with the destiny. What's so disturbing?

Ever since, he took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the sticker.

The faint green flame floated lightly.

The Taoist could not help holding his breath.

Taoist Xishi said that he has a way to deal with corpse Buddha, but there is no way to do it in ten percent, it is nothing more than a gamble in the end.

During the previous conversation with Taoist Xishi.

The two were surprised to find that the old liar in Li Changan's mouth was surprisingly similar to the magical master uncle in Xishikou's mouth.

No need to say more about appearance and speech.

And it's the same habit of playing games (swagger).

The same is not good at spells (only blinds the eyes and bluffs people).

There was nothing left or right to do. For himself and the people of Yuzhou Li, Li Changan decided to make three more bets.

The first is to bet whether the old liar is really Luo Yuqing; the second is to bet on whether the journey from Yuzhou to Juzhou, a thousand miles away, can go back and forth through the underworld in one night; the third is to bet on whether Yan Xinglie, who made a mistake, can respond in a short time. His calling.

But the faint green flame engulfed the famous post a little bit, already burning the fingertips of the Taoist priests, but the small temple was still just howling, insects, and birds. Until the famous post abruptly burned in Li Changan's hands, there was still no change.

The donkey has a human nature, crying and arching his head in, licking the fingertips of the Taoist priest.

But suddenly.

Taoist priests found that the small space in the temple began to enlarge, and the distance between the two statues of gods in front of them continued to grow. Then, a magnificent gate tower "grew" out of it.

Immediately afterwards, the copper-covered door and painted vermilion cracked a crack.

"Brother Yan..."

The joyous words of the Taoist stopped abruptly, and he was stabbed back by a black hat protruding from the crack of the door.

He had some bad expectations, and he saw a long banner sticking out of the crack in the door. Then, he jumped out of a man with a pale face wearing soap clothes.

It was the judge who went off Yan Xinglie the night before!

"Bitterness!"

The Taoist screamed secretly, and couldn't help but quietly glanced at the crack in the door behind the judge.

But the door seemed to have sensed the prying eyes, and it "creaked" and closed tightly.

The judge also shook his hand in front of the Taoist priest, and said with a smile:

"Don't want to watch it, Yan recruited them to provoke Yin Tianzi into a rage, so she won't be able to come."

The Taoist felt a sudden heart, and hurriedly folded his hands and asked: "Dare to ask the gods, Brother Yan..."

"Little ghost official, how dare to call a god?"

The judge crossed his legs on the altar table with a smile, and shook the flag twice.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. But I'll be punished to go to the **** of excrement and shovel hundreds of years of excrement."

The Taoist's face twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Finally, thinking of the purpose of this trip, looking at the judge in front of him, although he did not know his temperament, he still said earnestly:

"Tolerant of the poor and shameless, but there is a ruthless please."

After all, regardless of whether the judge should or should not, he should start from the beginning of the Thousand Buddha Temple.

But the judge interrupted:

"Stay, I know why the Taoist priest came here, but because of his identity, it is difficult to intervene in human affairs."

The Taoist priest showed a disappointed look, but he changed his conversation.

"But what."

He took the flag into his arms.

"The legal principle is nothing more than human sentiment. Since I have been called on behalf of Yan Zhao, naturally I will not stand idly by."

This can really be a turn of events, and thousands of words can only be translated into one sentence: "Thank you."

The judge shook his head.

"Taoist don't rush to thank me, either."

"I have to say, as a judge of the underworld, I can't do more than intervening in the sun. All I can do is to leave a door for you and light a lamp."

Stay at the door? Light up?

The Taoist priest didn't understand, so he was about to ask.

The judge had already got up and pushed the city gate behind him through a gap for one person to pass through, revealing the scenery of the land behind the gate-the endless and splendid sea of ​​flowers on the other shore.

He looked back at the big green donkey, and pushed the gate a little further.

Then, I didn't know where to take out an oil lamp and lit it in front of the door.

In the light of the light, it does not diverge, but instead converges into a strip of light extending into the end of the sea of ​​flowers.

"Treading on this light, you can lead to Juzhou."

At the end, he suppressed his smile again and said solemnly:

"Remember! Be sure to come back before dawn, otherwise the city gate will be closed and you will stay in Nether."

"Remember! There are no ghost soldiers to support this trip, and you must never step out of the light."

The Taoist nodded naturally and promised.

Then I thought about the tight time, not more than narrative.

The Taoist took the donkey and stepped into this door, but when he came to his head, he suddenly remembered that he still didn't know the other party's name.

"Dare to ask the deity's name, and even if it's a good day, you can enshrine incense."

"No, no need."

The judge smiled:

"If the Taoist priest is interested, please someday ask me to taste your good wine. I can hear Han Zhiwei say that your moon wine, Taoist priest, is the best in the world!"

Li Changan was both surprised and smiled.

I have to say how small this world is.

He arched his hands.

"must!"

…………

Son time.

Juzhou City.

Wan Lai was quiet.

The second elder of the Wang family, Wang Qiao, still didn't sleep peacefully. He only lit the incense burner, and his heart turned to the sky on the couch.

Of course, it's not that he got nervous. It’s also famous here,

It is said that there are three corpse gods living in this person's body. Every time on the day of Gengshen, he will leave the human body and ascend to heaven, confessing sins to the gods.

Therefore, practitioners will practice day and night on this day, hoping to trap the three corpse gods and prevent them from going to heaven.

Of course is it a rumor? Is it effective? Then we have to say something else.

Today, it happens to be Geng Shen.

Of course Wang Qiao has to devote himself to "cultivation", but he is always attentive and unwilling.

Either think of the oiran in the workshop or the Taoist in Guanli.

He sat until his mouth was dry and his **** hurts. Finally he couldn't bear his temper and got up in his clothes.

At this time, there was a noise outside the door.

"There is a thief!"

"Help!"

"A thief has broken in!"

...

Wang Qiao was startled first, then furious.

No wonder it's always restless tonight.

He picked up the wall with a sword, rushed out of the door angrily, and saw a little boy staggering and running over, still shouting:

"Thief! Thief!"

"Why?!" Wang Qiao drank, "Where is the culprit?"

The little servant turned around when he heard the words, and suddenly lost his color. He actually fell to the ground and stammered:

"In the……"

Wang Qiao listened impatiently.

"Where?!"

"Just behind you!"

"what?!"

Wang Qiao was taken aback, and after busy turning his head, he reached the opposite side with a huge donkey face.

Then, a thick, wet and thick tongue licked up and washed his face.

Suddenly.

A certain string in his head was snapped, and he opened his mouth to scream.

At this time, a yellow symbol patted his forehead.

"Shocked."

It's strange to say that after this sound, a hint of coolness was immersed in the forehead, and the anger in his heart was gone. He also vaguely remembered that this donkey's face seemed quite good-natured.

He quickly opened the talisman paper.

"Li...Monk?"

"Your concierge is really procrastinating... Well, I'll explain it later. Jushi Wang, let me ask you."

The Taoist squeezed Wang Qiao's shoulder.

"Where is the real Yuqing?"