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The night is dark and windy.
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There is only one inn in the wilderness with a solitary light.
This inn seems to have been abandoned for a long time. Except for the house with a faint light that is still intact, most of the rest of the place has collapsed. The surroundings are also deserted, with no people around, only thatch and old locust trees hanging together, rustling in the night wind.
In the old forest opposite the inn, there is a twisted branch of a dead tree.
A night owl is poised to strike as it takes aim at a mouse.
The little thing crept closer to the dead tree, unaware that death was approaching, and just kept its head lowered in search of food.
But suddenly.
The mouse looking for food under the tree shuddered and fell to the ground stiffly without warning.
At the same time.
The never-ending symphony of insects, birds and biological activities in the forest suddenly stopped. Except for the sound of wind, there was no sound at all.
"Gu."
The night owl seemed to be alarmed by something, it roared and fluttered its wings.
However, a wisp of black smoke passed by quietly in the night.
The night owl froze in the movement of spreading its wings and fell headlong onto the rotten leaves, rolling down together with the mouse. Immediately, the sole of a boot fell, pressing the pair of "hunter" and "prey" into the mud.
The owner of the boots was wrapped in black clothes and hid his figure in the night. He lowered his body and took out a bone flute from his arms. Behind him, more men in black sneaked into the forest silently. middle.
Er.
The chirping of insects and birds sounded again from the forest, but this time, the sound seemed to be a little monotonous.
If you listen carefully, it turns out that there is more than one monotonous sound.
In the woods, in the grass cage, behind the rocks... they are connected to form a huge circle, tightly surrounding the station, shrinking and surrounding little by little!
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"That Taoist didn't leave Goose City and stayed here in the wilderness. There must be something fishy in it."
Wuhuan crouched in the weeds, staring at the inn opposite, but did not act rashly because of the huge gap between the enemy and ourselves.
In the White Lotus Sect, Li Changan was not taken seriously. Many people thought that he was just influenced by Yan Xinglie regarding the matter of Young Master Bailian. But Wuhuan didn't think so. Even if he set a trap, used tricks, or attached Yan Xinglie's tail, wouldn't the Taoist himself have any ability?
Everyone is just guessing, and no one can tell clearly.
However, Taoist Xuanxiao must die! Immortality is not enough to avenge, and immortality is not enough to deter Xiao Xiao, but at the same time, Taoist Xuan Xiao is also unpredictable.
Among the several guardians of the White Lotus Sect, Wuhuan is not the most powerful, nor the smartest, but he is the most cautious.
Therefore, the leader gave him the task of killing Taoist Xuanxiao.
Therefore, he ignored the gossip, put aside his old face, and mobilized so many religious forces just to surround and kill a lonely Taoist priest, just to be sure.
He made a gesture to indicate that no one should rush in for the sake of success, and then slowly moved closer under the cover of night.
There was some dim light coming from the closed windows of the inn, and there seemed to be no movement at all, but Wu Huan's nerves became more and more tense.
This caution saved his life.
Without warning, he suddenly rolled sideways, and saw two steel knives falling where he originally was.
He showed no sign of fighting, only pulled away, stood still and then frowned.
But he was shocked to find that there seemed to be no one holding the knife behind the handle... Wait, two phosphorus fires suddenly lit up in the air, and the flames quickly opened up, outlining the hands, feet, torso, head, and then the bun, armor, and pockets. .
The black smoke was lingering and the evil aura was ferocious. They turned out to be two ghost soldiers.
Immediately afterwards, dozens more ghost fires lit up in the darkness, and dozens of ghost soldiers jumped out, forming a battle formation and blocking the front of the inn.
Look at their appearance, they are all ghost soldiers who retain their intelligence.
This Taoist really has some abilities, and his methods are not much better than those of the old ghost Ji Zhong.
Seeing this, Wu Huan breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this man deliberately stayed in the wilderness at night, waiting for the Holy Cult to come to take revenge. It was these ghost soldiers who relied on him.
Awesome is awesome.
pity.
Too little!
This time, in order to strangle this man, he had brought enough people. What he wanted was someone who could use more to bully the less.
"Young men..."
Wu Huan sneered and was about to call his men to swarm them, but when he turned around, he turned pale in horror.
Behind them, a group of soldiers and horses stood silently.
There are many swords and spears, and swords and halberds.
Instead, the members of the White Lotus cult were surrounded.
Where did the ghost soldiers come from?
His face was pale, and he looked around in panic. Finally, surrounded by tooth soldiers, he saw a big flag fluttering in the wind, with a five-character letter written on it.
"Go to camp to recruit."
"Yan."
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Within the inn.
Li Changan walked around the midnight visitor in front of the lamp, turning three times to the left and three times to the right, looking at him endlessly.
The man in front of him was majestic and majestic, wearing armor of light, a phoenix-winged helmet, and cloud-climbing boots. Of course, he also had a beard with a very familiar look.
"Brother Yan? Why is it you!"
The Taoist priest was both surprised and happy.
When he saw the light turn into a miserable green light before, he thought it was someone from the White Lotus Sect who was playing tricks, so he wanted to say hello with a three-foot green sword, but he never expected that it was Yan Xinglie who appeared.
"Mr. Fu let you go back to Yang?"
After saying this, he shook his head.
"No, you don't have any human scent, only ghost energy! There's no way you could be alive."
The bearded man smiled and explained:
"Taoist Priest is right, Yan is indeed a person from the netherworld. After that day, I thought that I would spend hundreds of years. If I was lucky, I would be reincarnated with a trace of my soul, but if I was unlucky, my soul would disappear. But I didn’t expect that the Lord took pity on my loyalty and bravery, and pardoned my hard labor without mercy, and promoted me to be the envoy under the tent, responsible for hunting down the ghosts who gathered to disrupt the order of Yin and Yang."
Yan Xinglie told the story of his death and "rebirth" in detail. After hearing this, the Taoist priest couldn't help but sigh, it is true that good people are rewarded.
But at the end, Yan Xinglie bowed solemnly.
"Yan is so shameless, I beg the Taoist Master to help me again tonight!"
"What's the matter?"
The bearded man gritted his teeth.
"Going to Juzhou tonight."
"Kill Li Kuiqi!"
Hearing this, two questions suddenly arose in Li Changan's mind.
Li Kuiqi is not dead?
Juzhou is in the north and Echeng is in the south. The two places are thousands of miles apart. How can we get there overnight?
But he didn't hesitate at all.
"good."
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Days of murder and arson.
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Yuzhou.
Thousand Buddha Temple old temple.
The riot subsided.
On the contrary, the village became more and more noisy, with the moans of the injured, the crying of children, and the lamentations of the families of the victims, all of which made the monks who maintained order look heavy.
A kind-looking monk took out an eight or nine-year-old child from the villagers, touched the child's head, and gave him a piece of candy.
He looked at the little kid and hid the candy in his cheek like a hamster, and then asked with a smile:
"My dear, you said you saw the monster that entered the village."
"Well."
The child's mouth was wrapped in candy and his speech was unclear.
"What does it look like?"
The monk leaned down and followed the instructions.
The little boy pointed at the monk's head.
"Absolutely the same as you."
"anything else?"
The baby tilted his head and thought for a moment, his eyes lit up.
"Although the monster's clothes are in tatters, the color is very good, red and yellow, just like the living Buddhas at the Dharma Assembly."
"How can a monster be the same as a living Buddha? Don't talk nonsense, little kid."
"Why am I talking nonsense?"
The child pouted.
"It's not like I was the only one who saw it, my father, my mother, and everyone else in the village also saw it!"
The monk suppressed his smile when he heard this, stood up and nodded towards the troubled man in the distance.
The troubled monk got the idea, took a long breath, and then turned around with a smile on his face.
"Thanks to my senior brother here this time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
"There is no need to worry about things that are part of your job."
After realizing that the old monk sang "Amitabha", his eyebrows almost squeezed together.
"It's a pity that we escaped that monster."
He woke up from his dream and heard that the commotion in the village was caused by the intrusion of demons. He immediately recited scriptures on how to ward off demons, and wanted to subjugate the demons and defend the country. But before he could get close, the man-eating monster that broke into the village had already fled in fright.
After that, he calmed the panicked villagers and organized manpower to treat the injured. It was only now that the monks from Qianfo Temple arrived belatedly.
With the intervention of Thousand Buddhas Temple, the treatment work will surely be smoother, but the old monk is still uneasy in his heart. He has been thinking about the demon that broke into the village tonight. Although he did not meet him in person, he saw his back from a distance.
The demon looked quite familiar.
Remind me of what the villagers said: "Monks and monsters have entered the village to eat people!"
Inexplicable surprise and doubt surged in his heart.
"Sorry, junior brother..."
But before the old monk could ask, he was interrupted by the troublemaker.
"It's windy, wet and cold at night. Let's talk tomorrow if we have anything to do." As he said that, he grinned. "I thought that senior brother had left, but I didn't expect to stay nearby, but we did not provide good hospitality. Now the old temple is occupied by the wounded and there is no room for people. So, senior brother, please go to the temple to rest. "
Unexpectedly, without any explanation, someone took the old monk and his apprentice away from here.
When the old monk walked away, he turned back to the villagers and said:
"In order to prevent the demon from leaving and coming back, everyone will go to the temple to take shelter tonight so that the monks can take care of it."
Firstly, the villagers had just been attacked and were panicking; secondly, Qianfo Temple had already gained great prestige in Yuzhou. Strictly speaking, most of these villagers are still tenants of the temple, so they dare not object.
As if they were herding sheep, they drove all the villagers into the temple.
"The first seat..."
The monk who asked the question before came closer, his eyes twinkling.
He turned his face in distress, his eyes turned blood red by the light of the torch.
"The host said..."
He stared into the other person's eyes and spoke word by word.
"Nothing about the Corpse Monk should be leaked!"
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About half an hour.
The young monk held the master's hand and looked back in a daze.
"Master, why is the village on fire?"
The old monk heard this and looked back quickly.
I saw a faint glow of fire in the sky where I came.
The monk leading the way with a lantern laughed softly:
"Didn't some people die when the demon broke into the village? Maybe they were burning the corpses because they were afraid that they might be infected with evil spirits and cause harm."
"Amitabha."
