But as soon as they arrived at Orchid Village and appeared on the bright spring river bank, more than ten pieces of white silk suddenly flew over and tied them up tightly.
More than a dozen beautiful and charming Rakshasa ghosts held white silk ribbons in their hands and looked at them with a sneer.
Xiaoqian clasped her hands and laughed: "I knew you would come back!"
The four people were like cocoons wrapped up by spiders, with only their heads still able to move.
Ning Caichen and Ma Junji struggled hard, but they could only twist like worms, without any success.
Yan Chixia tried to use her magic power to shake Bai Ling away, but the magic power of several Rakshasa ghosts was not weak and it was difficult for them to achieve success for a while.
Gong Mengbi praised: "Clever, we have fallen into a trap."
Xiaoqian was a little surprised, but also proud, and said: "The Lanyin Mural Painting has been almost refined by grandma. If you want to escape, you can only leave from the cemetery and rely on the few corpses to resist grandma's attack." Supernatural powers.”
Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen thought about the skeletal zombies in the cemetery. It turned out that the skeletal zombies and the Scattering Flower Goddess were not the same.
Yan Chixia asked: "Since those skeletal zombies are not the same as you, why did they chase us last time?"
Xiaoqian laughed and said, "Guess."
She played with the jade orchid in her hand and said, "Take them away and leave them to grandma to deal with!"
These Rakshasa ghosts then flew up, dragging four large white cocoons over the willow trees and shuttled into the cemetery.
Crows croaked restlessly on the branches.
Xiaoqian flicked her fingers, and a ray of strong wind passed by the crow and hit the tree. With a click, the branch broke into two pieces. The crow was frightened and flew into the forest.
Xiaoqian snorted and said, "When grandma erases all the murals, let's see how long you can keep screaming."
A group of Rakshasa ghosts flew over the cemetery in great force, and the cemetery shook. Skeleton hands and flesh-red withered hands crawled out of the ground, revealing pale gold bones and wind-eroded monk robes.
White flags turned and paper money flew.
The faint golden light was like a net, blocking the path of the Rakshasa ghost.
Xiaoqian frowned and said, "You can't protect yourself, yet you dare to meddle in other people's business." She waved the jade orchid in her hand and said, "Dig their graves!"
The Rakshasa ghost said dissatisfied: "Just break through their obstruction and rush over. If the mural is not removed, why bother doing this useless work."
Xiaoqian said with a smile: "These stupid bald donkeys are so arrogant, how can you not give them some color? This is what grandma's law aims to do, do you listen to it or not?"
"You!" the Rakshasa ghost laughed angrily, but he really didn't dare to violate this jade orchid.
Xiaoqian stood on the tree, hung Gong Mengbi and the others on the treetop, and then sat and watched the Rakshasa ghost fight with the dead bones.
Only when all the bones and mummies crawled out could Gong Mengbi clearly see the original appearance of these corpses.
It's a monk.
He was not buried in the tower forest, but was buried among the cliff stone carvings, guarding the first realm of reality and illusion in the cliff stone carvings.
Gong Mengbi asked: "Brother Yan, are the murals carved on the cliff almost invisible?"
Yan Chixia nodded and said: "Brother Ning and I have carefully distinguished each other for a long time, but we still can't distinguish what is painted on the mural."
Gong Mengbi said: "A mural is the first layer of the realm of reality and illusion. It seems that the place where the monk is buried in front of you is the first layer of murals."
The Rakshasa ghosts fly very fast and are extremely powerful, but the monk's withered bones return to gold and he is fighting them back and forth.
Gong Mengbi laughed and said, "Miss Xiaoqian and them are not the same people after all."
When Xiaoqian heard what he said, her eyes darkened slightly and she said, "Why don't we be in the same place?"
Gong Mengbi said: "I have a pretty good memory. They were all the ones who presented flowers to Lanyin Temple and forced Zhenniang to go up the mountain to become the goddess of flowers with others. Now they are all turned into Rakshasa ghosts by Zhenniang and obey Zhenniang. Driven. But you are different."
Xiaoqian said: "I also obey my grandma's orders. Grandma treats me very well. What's the difference?"
Gong Mengbi said: "It's different, you can understand it yourself. I see the shadow of Zhenniang in you. She was good to you, but she just saw myself in the past. As for whether you like her being good to you, that's it. That’s another story.”
Xiaoqian chuckled: "You are now a prisoner, do you want me to let you go with just a few words?"
Gong Mengbi said: "No, you are the prisoner. I say this probably because I see that you yearn for freedom."
Xiaoqian's expression changed, and she looked at the white cloth cocoon hanging on the tree, and saw only four straw men wrapped in white cloth.
She immediately raised the jade orchid in her hand and wanted to call the Rakshasa ghost back to help.
But before she raised her hand, she felt as if she had fallen from the sky. The weightlessness made her wave her hands involuntarily, and the jade orchid fell to the ground.
Before the twisted feeling could recover, a cold knife was placed on her neck.
Gong Mengbi stood side by side on the same branch with her. A thin and transparent knife like ice or moonlight stretched out from Gong Mengbi's hand and pressed against her throat.
Xiaoqian restrained her attempts to swallow, fearing that her throat would be cut by the sharp blade, "Spare my life."
Gong Mengbi said: "Brother Yan, please help these dead monks."
Yan Chixia said: "Just keep an eye on it."
As soon as he opened his mouth and spat out, a sharp sword light flew into the cemetery like a thunderbolt, killing the Rakshasa ghost and knocking him off his back.
The power of a flying sword cannot be compared to the withered bones of a dead man.
The withered monk received the help, and the golden light immediately covered the golden light, connecting with each other, like a surge, rolling up all the Rakshasa ghosts and pushing them into the thick white mist.
Yan Chixia put away the flying sword, and Gong Mengbi praised: "The divine sword has a spirit, it is indeed extraordinary."
Yan Chixia showed some complacency and said, "I only have one swordsmanship that I can barely master."
The monks with withered bones fought off the Rakshasa ghosts. The monks, who were either golden white bones or flesh-red mummies, looked at Gong Mengbi, as if they were telling something.
Gong Mengbi was a little confused at first, but when he acted as a fox witch with a serious expression and activated the heaven-reaching method, he immediately heard those silent calls for help.
Gong Mengbi stood in front of the monks. The monks looked at him and seemed to be saying something.
Gong Mengbi said: "I won't know until I see it."
The monks seemed hesitant.
But Gong Mengbi said: "Besides us, you probably can't wait for other helpers."
These monks seemed to agree. The sound of chanting sutras rang out from the silent corpses. The eyes of Gong Mengbi and others changed, entering a new world of real illusion.
In front of me is the Lanyin Temple where mourning clouds form, and the monks cry inexplicably.
Xiaoqian was surprised and happy, and said: "It is indeed the seventh mural!"
Yan Chixia was taken aback and said, "Why did you, a female ghost, come in?"
Xiaoqian said dissatisfied: "I didn't come in by myself."
Gong Mengbi said: "Since you know what's going on, please help us answer our questions."
Xiaoqian didn't want to answer the question, but the knife was on her neck, so she couldn't help but hide it.
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There is still a chapter not finished, so I’ll post it first and then revise it. It will take about half an hour. You can read it tomorrow.
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