Above the dark night, the bright moon is in the sky.
A white paper umbrella spun and spun, falling onto the deserted street.
"I didn't expect to meet my junior brother again so soon..."
Tsing Yi held an umbrella and walked along the dark and deserted streets.
He closed his eyes, as if thinking about something.
The autumn wind at night is the coldest, blowing the landscape paintings on the paper umbrellas, making the scenery in the paintings constantly changing.
Sometimes there are tired birds returning to their nests, and sometimes there are lonely geese flying south.
The hand holding the paper umbrella gradually became stronger, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Uh-huh.
In just a dazed moment, Qing Yi was already standing on the roof of a house.
The moonlight was shining, and although Qing Yi's eyes were empty, he could really see the lonely ghost in the yard below and the old Taoist with his sword in his hair.
He smiled slightly:
"The Taoist heart is not firm, so that I fall into the devil's way, hahaha... This seems to be what the master said to me back then."
As soon as the paper umbrella was closed, Qing Yi disappeared on the roof.
He reappeared on another street a hundred meters away. He was still holding the paper umbrella unhurriedly. The moonlight from the sky fell on the umbrella, like falling on a reflective bronze mirror, absorbing all the brilliance. Refract it.
Qing Yi flicked the cuff of his right hand, using the same Qiankun method as Xia Zhichan, except that Xia Zhichan relied on the black and white mysterious robe, while the man in Tsing Yi relied on his own magic.
He took out two jade-like fragments from his cuffs.
The strong evil aura spread instantly. These two fragments were one of the fragments of the golden human head that Xia Zhichan was looking for.
Although the evil energy was so close that it could be condensed into a specific shape, it could not escape the scope of the paper umbrella no matter what.
It's like there are two worlds inside and outside the umbrella.
"Junior brother, I don't know how many pieces you have in your hand?"
There were only eight fragments of the golden and jade human head, and the man in green actually had two pieces in his hand.
he muttered.
With a flip of his palm, the two jade fragments disappeared.
"That's all, I'll give this piece of the Zhao family to you, my junior brother, and I'll go look for others..."
At this moment, I just heard "dong dong dong"——
Several bangs came from the other end of the street.
The old watchman was holding a clapper in his hand, looking sleepy. As he banged the clapper in his hand, he shouted in his mouth:
"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful with the candles——"
Dong-dong-dong, followed by several bangs.
After all, the watchman was old, and he was very sleepy, so he walked a little crookedly. He was tapping the clapper in his hand when he suddenly saw a man in green clothes holding a white umbrella walking towards him from the opposite side.
"Um?"
The old watchman quickly rubbed his eyes. He had been sleeping most of the night, but why were there still people running around? And it wasn't raining and they were still holding an umbrella.
Couldn't it be...a ghost?
With this thought in his mind, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from the back of his neck, making him shiver all over.
"Uh-huh-huh-huh..."
The old watchman hurriedly coughed a few times, firstly to embolden himself and make some noise; secondly, if the person coming the other way was not a human being... at least to scare it.
After the old watchman coughed for a long time, he didn't see anyone walking past him, and his heart suddenly felt cold. If there was a person on the opposite side, no matter how slow he walked, he would have passed by him, but now he never saw him.
You can't keep pretending to cough, you can only bravely raise your head and glance ahead secretly.
ah!
There was no one on the other side.
If he was just sweating coldly just now, now he was sweating coldly from his hair to the seam of his toes, and his whole body almost collapsed to the ground unable to move.
"It's... it's... it's haunted..."
The watchman dropped the clapper and gong in his hand, and ran away, running all the way home.
…
"Um?"
Xia Zhichan opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction with some confusion.
He could only see the wall, but somewhere further beyond the wall was the place where Tsing Yi with the umbrella disappeared.
"Is it my imagination?"
It was a very familiar feeling, so familiar that he shouldn't admit his mistake.
Then she felt the cuff of her left hand squirming, and the black cat came out. She squatted on Xia Zhichan's thigh, stretched out her front paws and pointed in one direction.
The direction she pointed was the same as the direction Xia Zhichan felt.
Meow~
If Xia Zhichan just thought that his feeling was wrong, now he can be said to be 100% sure that there is a problem.
Standing up, he pushed the door open and walked out.
On the bluestone steps outside the door, there were black or yellow smoke balls.
The golden crown on Xia Zhichan's head is much more powerful in deterring ghosts than the peach wood sword in the hands of the old Taoist.
Those evil ghosts couldn't even maintain their human form, and could only turn into the most primitive fog balls and lie on the ground.
"Meow~"
The black cat in Xia Zhichan's arms meowed, and she waved her front paws at the dumplings on the ground. The cat's pupils showed a hungry look.
"Meow~"
The meow was a little more urgent, and her front paws scratched Xia Zhichan's front.
"All right……"
Xia Zhichan touched the cat's head, then stretched out her right hand to scratch at the mist on the ground.
Uh-huh.
The mist of those innocent ghosts was lifted up by an invisible force.
Then it was squeezed and shrunk little by little in the air, and finally turned into a black "biscuit" less than the size of an orange, and then flew to the palm of Xia Zhichan's right hand.
"Meow~"
The cat meowed a little more urgently, and the black cat stretched out its paws like a child begging for candy.
Xia Zhichan turned her hands and put the black biscuits into her sleeves, leaving only the last one and passing it to the restless black cat in her arms.
The black cat held the black biscuit with its two paws and kept eating it with its mouth crooked.
These black things are called "ghost bones", and they are actually things compressed by lonely ghosts in some way.
For black cats who are in the same category as them, it is the most delicious food.
Xia Zhichan watched the cat in his arms eating happily, and he could only walk outside slowly by himself. For a wealthy family like the Zhao family, the concierge at the gate was always guarded.
When the gatekeeper saw that it was the immortal chief invited by his family to conquer demons, he naturally did not dare to neglect him and immediately opened the gate to let Xia Zhichan out.
The clear light shines down, and the moonlight is like water.
Xia Zhichan was strolling on the street. He didn't look in the specific direction. He simply relied on his own feelings to walk left and right along several streets, and finally came to the place where Qing Yi disappeared.
"is it here?"
Xia Zhichan looked around and found only the clapper and gong that had been thrown down on the ground.
"Meow~"
The black cat gnawed the black biscuit until it turned into the shape of a small dried fish.
By the way, do cats have an inexplicable obsession with dried fish?
In this way, she still took the time to call out. Judging from her meaning, she seemed to agree with Xia Zhichan's words.
"What exactly happened?"
Xia Zhichan carefully felt the remaining true energy here, and always felt that this true energy had a familiar feeling.
He frowned and thought for a long time but still didn't remember.
So I walked aimlessly on the street while thinking to myself.
But as soon as he left the street where he was just now, the familiar energy completely disappeared.
Keep going, keep going.
Xia Zhichan suddenly stopped again. He once again felt the presence of that familiar energy somewhere around him.
On top?
With a sigh of relief, Xia Zhichan hugged the black cat and jumped up to the roof.
After walking several steps on the green tiles on the roof, we finally arrived at the place where Qing Yi once stayed.
"Is there anything here?"
Xia Zhichan murmured to himself. He looked around and finally saw the disheveled and crazy old man in the courtyard below.
"Is this... possessed?"
"Hey! Whoever is on the roof, get off here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a silver-white sword energy flashing with lightning flew up and headed straight for Xia Zhichan's face.
Bang!
Xia Zhichan waved his sleeves to block, and the sword energy passed through his Gang Qi and hit the right sleeve robe.
Although there was no hole punched out, a palm-sized scorch mark was left.
"What the hell..."
Xia Zhichan was in a very depressed mood now. His black and white mysterious robe almost turned into a pile of coke in the previous fight with the spider monster. This was because he had worked so hard day and night these days to use the real stuff in the fairy brew. As the temperature increased, this magic weapon returned to its neat appearance.
The tidy Xuanpao at least made Xia Zhichan not look so embarrassed.
On the first day on the road after fighting the spider monster, Nan Er also laughed at him and said that he didn't even need to wear makeup when he was dressed as a beggar.
Now, the magical robe that was finally repaired was dirty again.
"Meow~"
The black cat finished chewing the biscuits in her hand, and she looked up and barked at Xia Zhichan.
"Eat, eat, eat. When you're full, go work for me!"
Xia Zhichan was in a bad mood now, so he casually threw the black cat down.
Meow!
Following a cat's meow, a black shadow fell to the ground.
When he was in Xia Zhichan's arms, he was a cute black cat, but when he landed on the ground, he turned into a black tiger with swaying head and tail.
Roar!
The evil spirit that hit his face blew up the old man's hair and beard.
"Hey, you bold demon! Look at the sword!"
The old Taoist had evil spirits in his heart now, and he didn't know how to be afraid or flinch. With red eyes, he raised the peach wood sword in his hand high and slashed down hard.
The silver-white sword light flashed out, splitting the altar and incense burner in front of the old Tao in half from the middle.
Then he rushed directly towards the cat demon.
In the eyes of others, this scene must be an old Taoist who wants to kill evil spirits in order to defend justice.
Meow!
The huge tiger-like cat demon swung its tail, jumped into the air, easily dodged the incoming sword energy, and landed on the rockery in the middle of the courtyard.
Bang!
The sword energy rushed over and split the wall opposite the old road into pieces of broken bricks.
"Kill! Kill! Kill you cat monster!"
The old Taoist's eyes were red, and his eyes were full of twisted murderous intent.
With a bang, another sword energy slashed out.
The old Taoist's sword energy was very powerful, but after losing his mind, he could only swing the peach wood sword randomly. The flying sword energy could not touch the dexterous cat demon at all.
Meow!
The cat demon moved to dodge, and then found the opportunity to rush behind Lao Dao.
Before the old man could turn around, he heard a rushing sound of wind behind his head.
Then he felt his back being hit by a huge force, and his whole body flew into the air, spinning and flying out.
puff!
The old Taoist spit out a mouthful of blood, and pressed his fingers together to activate the sword technique.
The shining silver peach wood sword flew out of his hand, spun in the air and headed straight for the cat demon.
The cat demon used all its limbs to leap forward suddenly. If the sword energy was flying towards her, she would be able to completely dodge it, but this time it was the peach wood sword that flew towards her.
The wooden sword flying in the air was actually a few points faster than the sword energy.
The most important thing is that the sword energy cannot turn, but the wooden sword can.
Snapped!
The Taomu Sword flew by at such a high speed that it cut off half of the cat demon's tail.
Meow~
The cat demon let out a shrill scream, but the sudden pain inspired the hidden wildness in her body.
With four claws generating wind, the cat demon rushed towards Lao Dao who landed on the rockery like a black lightning bolt, then raised his front paw and slammed it down.
Just heard a loud bang...
The cat demon was knocked to the ground by a huge force, and then fainted and slowly transformed back into the black kitten.
The old Taoist stared with bloodshot eyes, and the Taoist robes all over his body were in tatters. He was holding the magic formula with both hands and walking on horseback.
The nail of the little finger of his left hand scratched the center of his eyebrow, leaving a bloody red mark.
Then he shouted loudly:
"The gods from all directions listen to me and help me kill the demon! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
He wanted to invite God to come to him.
