Changsheng didn't know if the sudden fall of the plaque was caused by evil spirits and ghosts secretly causing trouble. It was unknown whether Zhang Mo's cold shout had frightened the evil spirits in the temple, but it frightened him instead.
Before Chang Sheng could come back to his senses, Zhang Mo had already begun to pinch his fingers and recite the mantra urgently, "The sun and the moon are bright, the sky and the earth are clear, the order reaches the sky, the rain stops and the clouds disappear, the Supreme Dao Lord is as hasty as the law. The rain is as urgent as the law. stop!"
At the same time as he finished reciting the mantra, Zhang Mo took out a piece of yellow paper talisman and threw it out. The talisman immediately turned into a small golden light and flew straight into the sky. As the golden light disappeared into the sky, the heavy rain that was originally falling around the temple was It stopped instantly.
The spell Zhang Mo recited could lead to immortality, but he had never used it before. Human energy is limited, and if you focus on one thing, you will lose the other. He has been immersed in martial arts, so he will not neglect the practice of spells.
After the heavy rain stopped, Zhang Mo immediately jumped out. At the same time, he took out several talismans from his sleeves and recited the mantra again, "The star of the sky shines brightly, the edict is in the dark cao, the spiritual light shines, and the king of the Supreme Dao is as anxious as the law." !”
At the same time as he finished reciting the mantra, several talismans came out of his hands. The talismans that escaped his hands spontaneously ignited when caught by the wind, flew in all directions, and exploded in the air in the blink of an eye, producing green smoke. As the green smoke rose, a group of ferocious-looking imps appeared. All over the front yard.
Changsheng was suddenly frightened by the sudden appearance of this group of little ghosts. There were more than a dozen of these ghosts, all of them looked like children. Judging from their appearance, the older ones were only twelve or thirteen years old, and the younger ones seemed to be only five or six years old. I don't know if it's because of the green smoke reflected by the spell, but all the little ghosts have green faces and fangs, and are ugly and ferocious.
Just when Changsheng was secretly wondering why these ghosts were all children, Zhang Mo had already pulled out his long sword, holding the sword in his left hand, and sliding the two index fingers of his right hand against the sword, "The way of heaven is not lost, the five elements reincarnate, borrow the magic spirit The treasure, with its spirit, increases its power, and the Supreme Dao Lord is as anxious as the law."
As he recited the incantation, Zhang Mo's two fingers of his right hand also slid across the sword body. The green-edged sword originally used to deal with evil people in the world instantly emitted a light purple light. Zhang Mo spun around in the air, not waiting for the stunned kid to come back to his senses. , and cut off the head of one of them with his backhand.
The ghosts are the souls of Yang people after death. Although they have died once, they can die again. The little ghost whose head was beheaded by Zhang Mo instantly disappeared and became invisible.
When the little ghosts saw their companions being killed, instead of being frightened, they bared their teeth and claws, roared angrily, and rushed towards Zhang Mo from all directions.
If it were a martial arts competition, Zhang Mo would naturally not be Chang Sheng's opponent, but when it came to subduing demons and catching ghosts, Chang Sheng was a real novice. Especially when faced with the siege of a group of ghosts, Chang Sheng had no time to recover and deal with it, but Zhang Mo often Walking down the mountain and walking around the rivers and lakes, she had done similar things many times. Before the group of imps could rush in, she landed on the ground and used her strength to rush to the west. She killed two imps, then stepped on the west wall and rushed back, killing another one. .
Until this moment, Changsheng had never come back to his senses. Before that, he thought there was only one ghost here, but he never thought that it was a group of ghosts, and they were the ghosts of children. In addition, in his impression, the fate of lonely ghosts was miserable and pitiful. He never thought that these ghosts were all violent and cruel ghosts.
Just when Chang Sheng was hesitating whether to step forward to help, an old voice suddenly came from the backyard, "Sure, please show mercy."
Hearing the voices in the backyard, Zhang Mo frowned slightly, and the long sword that was originally slashing at the kid's head turned sharply downwards. It hung down from the green bricks on the ground and used the rebound force of the sword body to fall next to Changsheng.
As soon as Zhang Mo landed, a hunchbacked old man on crutches came quickly from the backyard. At the same time, he shouted at the brats who were still grinning, "You are so blind, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of real people."
Seeing the hunchbacked old man, the group of kiddies gathered around him, but they did not restrain themselves and still stared at Zhang Mo and Changsheng with ferocious eyes.
Chang Sheng did not expect that the two sides would suddenly fight, nor did he expect that Zhang Mo would be merciless. However, the hunchbacked old man standing under the backyard gate did not become angry and crazy because Zhang Mo killed several brats. Instead, he was frightened. "Master, these children are poor people. They have been gathering here for many years, but they have not done any harm to anyone. I ask you to be merciful and leave a trace of their souls to survive from now on."
Zhang Mo did not soften his heart because of what the other party said, but instead lowered his sword and said coldly, "The way of heaven is clear and the universe is clear. If you are an evil spirit, you should stay away from Yang people. If you are a ghost, you should go to the underworld."
The hunchbacked old man heard Zhang Mo's words and hurriedly bowed and said, "Sir, this Lingkong Temple was originally a mass grave. These poor children were all short-lived and miserable. It was not that they were unwilling to go and be reincarnated. But the monks of this temple had previously set up an altar to confine themselves around the temple. The monks originally wanted to escape their resentment and violence within this confinement, but they never thought that something unexpected happened to the temple, and the monks left in a hurry. , which is why they can only stay here."
The hunchbacked old man finished speaking, but Zhang Mo did not answer.
Upon seeing this, the hunchbacked old man hurriedly said to the kid around him, "You are blind and bumped into the real person. Why don't you kowtow to the real person to apologize?"
Hearing the words of the hunchbacked old man, the group of kiddies put away their ferocious faces, fell to the ground, and kowtowed to Zhang Mo.
Zhang Mo ignored these little devils, but looked coldly at the hunchbacked old man, then looked up at the towering tree in the backyard, which was a large locust tree with lush branches.
"Meeting them is fate. The real person is very kind and merciful," the hunchbacked old man said with a bow. "I also ask the real person to forgive these children, leave their souls alive, release the imprisonment left by the previous monks, and save them for reincarnation."
"What made you become a spirit? How many years have you been practicing?" Changsheng asked coldly.
The hunchbacked old man's complexion changed drastically when he heard this, but he immediately returned to normal, "Returning to the real person, the old man is a human being transformed from grass and trees, and he has lived in vain for eight hundred years."
"Are you really not doing evil or harming anyone?" Zhang Mo asked again.
"Absolutely not," the hunchbacked old man shook his head repeatedly, "The old man is no better than a stranger, and his body is not allowed to leave here. He has been dependent on these children all these years and has never killed anyone."
The hunchbacked old man finished speaking, and Zhang Mo didn't say anything to ask any more questions.
Changsheng was not sure whether what the hunchbacked old man said was true or not, but the ferocious faces of those little ghosts made him doubtful. He didn't know whether these little ghosts were pitiful, but it was true that they were extremely ferocious.
Chang Sheng had doubts in his heart, so he looked at Zhang Mo with questioning eyes. Zhang Mo knew that Chang Sheng was looking at him, so he whispered, "This old demon has been practicing Taoism for two thousand years, far more than eight hundred years."
Hearing Zhang Mo's words, Changsheng knew that things were going to be difficult to resolve today, because no matter what the reason or the reason, lying was a sign of hypocrisy and an insult to the other person's mind.
"There are many dead branches in the locust tree," Zhang Mo said in a low voice. "It has experienced at least two thunder catastrophes before, and both were millennium catastrophes."
"What exactly does it want to do?" Changsheng asked.
"It wants to trick us into helping it unlock the imprisonment left by the previous monk..."
