On the other side, after Hui Lao Liu brought many elves to the Li family villa, the place was already deserted.
In anger, Gray Old Liu waved his sleeves, and the elves began to "demolish the house" while shouting slogans.
In a short time, with a loud bang, the entire three-story building was razed to the ground.
Just as Hui Laoliu was about to turn around and leave, he saw the miserable graves around him again.
He sighed softly and formed seals with his hands.
"Today's edict is to surpass your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and those who have been blessed with grace in all four lives."
"He who is headless lives, he who kills with spears and swords, he dies openly and secretly by diving on a rope, he dies unjustly, he is his creditor and his enemy, and he kneels before me in front of me."
"The Eight Diagrams shine brightly, and you will leave. You will be reincarnated as a man or a woman, and you will be responsible for your own responsibility. Whether you are rich or poor, you will summon others and wait for others."
"If you are in a hurry to be reborn, I will wait for everyone. If you are in a hurry, you will be reborn."
"As if Mr. Xiao is here in person, as urgent as a law order!"
As soon as the spell was cast, there was a crackling sound all around.
But it was Hui Laoliu who was compassionate and took action to break the prison of ghosts set by Li Jiao.
Many ghosts swarmed out, bowed to Gray Old Liu, and then slowly sank into the ground.
"I'll thank the old god for saving you!"
"Old Immortal Mingjian, the evil one who bullied us, fled towards the north!"
Hui Laoliu looked happy when he heard this and quickly made calculations with his fingers.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, shaking his head and muttering softly.
"It's weird, how could this happen..."
If there are words, it will be long; if there are no words, it will be interrupted.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was time for the much-anticipated homecoming week.
The person who came to pick up Hua Jiunan and the three of them this time was Zhao Fei's father, Zhao Aiguo.
After getting in the car, Zhao Fei asked.
"Dad, why do you have time to pick us up?"
"Aren't you busy lately?!"
Zhao Aiguo answered with a smile while driving.
"Dad hasn't been home to see my aunt for a week, so I happened to drop by to pick you up."
"Hey, I still don't have a clue about the murder that happened at Jinguang Temple a few days ago..."
Hua Jiunan knew in his heart that Zhao Aiguo was talking about the incident of three old monks who were killed by ghosts and Buddhas without faces.
The grievances and grievances in the spiritual world still need to be resolved by the spiritual world.
It would be strange if ordinary people could solve the case.
"Uncle Zhao, please leave Jinguang Temple alone."
"In a few days, someone will give you an explanation."
Hua Jiunan said this and continued to speak after a slight hesitation.
"Also, something may happen at the Hinoki Mountain Ski Resort in the past few days, but it shouldn't have a big impact."
"Brother Huaiyuan and the others are already being watched."
When Hua Jiunan said this, Zhao Aiguo already had a rough idea.
In addition to feeling powerless, he also felt angry.
He slammed the steering wheel and yelled softly.
"Inexhaustible demons and demons!"
But when talking about Hinoki Mountain, Zhao Aiguo remembered one thing.
"Nine difficulties. A few days ago, the staff reorganized and typed our "County Chronicle", and Hinoki Mountain was specifically mentioned in it."
"Thousands of years ago, this mountain was originally called 'Ghost Mother Mountain'."
"It is rumored that there is a terrifying evil god called the Great Ghost Mother living inside."
"She is very cruel and brings disaster to the people around her."
"This incident was so big and so many people died that the resentment was soaring."
"In the end, King Bian Cheng was alarmed and this evil god was subdued."
"Gui Mu Mountain, Gui Mu Mountain, as people called it, became the current Hinoki Mountain."
Zhao Aiguo was very eloquent. Although the legend he told was plain, Chen Daji and Zhao Fei were very fascinated by it.
But for some reason, Hua Jiunan had a vague premonition in his heart.
On the other side, a middle-aged monk who was dark and thin, but whose eyes were as clear as sweet springs, had arrived outside the gate of Jinguang Temple.
He clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and knelt down step by step, heading towards the temple halfway up the mountain.
When the faithful men and women who came to offer incense saw the middle-aged monk's majestic appearance, they all moved out of the way and did not dare to stand in front of him.
This matter spread through word of mouth, and after a short time, it was known to Master Kongchan who was chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha.
The old monk did not dare to neglect and led a group of disciples to the foot of the mountain to greet him.
After seeing the middle-aged monk, Master Kongchan was full of respect.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The young monk didn't know that the first Dharma frame of Luohan Hall in Wutai Mountain was coming, and he missed it from afar. I apologize for my sin!"
The middle-aged monk knelt down in the direction of the temple again and then stood up to return the favor to Master Kongchan.
"Namo Amitabha, Abbot Kongchan is polite."
"You and I are both disciples of the Buddha, so there is really no need to be too polite."
Although the other party said it politely, Master Kong Chan still did not dare to neglect it.
"Namo Amitabha."
"I also ask the senior monk to go up the mountain with me, so that the poor monk can explain the matter in person."
The middle-aged monk shook his head slowly but firmly.
"If you don't have complete Buddhist rituals, you won't dare to travel quickly."
"Abbot Kongchan, just go to the temple and wait for the poor monk."
After finishing speaking, the middle-aged monk continued to bow three steps and walked slowly towards Jinguang Temple.
Master Kongchan was deeply touched when he saw the angry-eyed monk, the leader of the Luohan Hall, acting like this.
He simply sent the other monks back to the temple first, while he himself followed behind Angmu, bowing three times a step and concentrating on worshiping the Buddha.
