The Ghost King looked like a middle-aged lazy man wearing a loose outer jig, dragging a pair of rubber slippers, and bare-spoken. After a loud roar, the infant spirit in the temple became obviously quiet. Then, the Ghost King left the protection of the seven monks and walked towards the temple. It should be because the seven monks set up barriers, so that the villagers who were burning incense in the temple could not see their arrival at all, or even if they saw it, they would be subconsciously ignored by the villagers. This kind of slut is not difficult. Of course, this kind of slut can only deal with these ordinary villagers. For Xiao Xuan and Zhang Yu, it is basically useless.

"Papapapapapapa" slippers were not very fast, but the Ghost King seemed very leisurely and at ease. When he walked into the temple gate, he did not squeeze with the villagers, but his figure disappeared directly.

The Ghost King entered the temple, but the temple he entered was different from the temples that ordinary villagers entered.

Seeing that the King of Ghosts went in, Xiao Xuan did not take action immediately, but continued to stand still. For him, without the King of Ghosts, the seven monks below and the group of live ammunition soldiers were nothing at all. He was waiting for the monk named Qiye, and if he could bring some surprises to himself!

Zhang Yu was also a little ready to beat him. His mental power was now highly active, and he was shocked to make a slight tremor appear around him, but he was always in a state of ready to go.

...

Monk Qiye was still sitting on the steps, but the boy and girl stood up and walked slowly in front of them. A middle-aged man with a sharp-mouthed monkey hunched over, and this man was still a bald man, looking very funny and vulgar. This man was naturally the Ghost King, and this man was also the true body of the Ghost King in the underworld!

"Hehe...hehe...Ajie, Azhu, uncle, I'm still worried about you, for fear that you will be deceived by living people, so I quickly came over quickly. Fortunately, it's too late. It's too late."

The Ghost King's eyes were surfing the body of Monk Qiye, as if he was looking at the depth of the monk, according to his feelings. The person who could sit here and sit with these two terrifying infant spirits must be no ordinary person, but Monk Qiye did not make the Ghost King feel a sense of threat. If he was a true monk, the Ghost King would be afraid of one or two, but facing this Monk Qiye, the Ghost King really wanted to make himself afraid and could not be afraid of it.

The boy's baby is called Ajie and the girl's baby is called Azhu. At this time, after hearing the Ghost King's words, they were obviously stunned. It seems that the Ghost King has undoubtedly a great influence on ghosts, which is why the Ghost King was able to summon many powerful underworld creatures.

"Amitabha Buddha, the cause and condition are destroyed, and resentment is eliminated. Why fight, why fight, why keep, why stay, why stay, why stay, why go back and stay with great freedom." The monk Qiye changed from the position of sitting on the steps to the position of meditating, and put on his hands with his lotus, and a solemn and solemn aura arises naturally.

The Ghost King couldn't help but glared, but still snorted coldly: "Bald donkey, how can I pretend to be compassionate to me? The monks in Thailand are all my subordinates. The compassion of monks, I'll bah!"

Azhu and Ajie were surprised, looking at Monk Qiye and the Ghost King. However, the two of them felt a natural closeness from the Ghost King, which made them unconsciously move towards the Ghost King.

The Ghost King touched Ajie's face, then touched Azhu's head, and said in a fearful look: "It's so dangerous, but fortunately uncle came a step earlier. Look, the resentment in his body has dissipated so much. How can this make it? How can it make it? After so many years of hard work, this bald donkey is really insidious."

The aura on the Ghost King was very soft, which made Azhu and Ajie feel very comfortable. The two of them couldn't help but nodded according to the Ghost King's words. Even those powerful ghosts would be bewitched by the Ghost King and summoned to the human world to fight, let alone these two infant spirits?

Just when the Ghost King thought he was going to settle everything, he didn't know that Monk Qiye suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of light burst out from his eyes. It was really the Vajra's eyes, and then he shouted loudly:

"The way of the human world is the way of the human world. How can ghosts and monsters dare to roam around the world? They don't know that heaven and earth will be destroyed, and cause will be dispersed decisively!"

Monk Qiye was like an Arhat at this time, and the Buddhist aura was pounced on the Ghost King like a tiger descending the mountain. In front of him, an Arhat was sitting upright. The Arhat's eyes were ferocious, as if glaring at all the evil in the world!

The Ghost King only felt his body tremble, and his soul almost dissipated. The next moment he immediately pushed Azhu and Ajie into front of him. The two infant spirits took the power of the Arhat, and immediately let out two screams. Azhu's body began to bleed, Ajie's eyes began to drip red, and the Ghost King took advantage of this opportunity and slapped the ground with one hand, then shouted in a hurry:

"Turn out the hellhound!"

"Wang! Wang! Wang! Wang! Wang! Wang! Wang! Wang!"

For a moment, nine fogs appeared in front of the Ghost King, and the sound of dog barking came from the fog. Then, the nine-headed two-headed hell hunting dogs appeared here. They did not stop or hesitate at all, and rushed directly towards the monk Qiye. Each hellhound was as big as a calf, and roared like the wind, which was even more terrifying than a tiger!

Monk Qiye continued to sit upright, slowly spreading his hands, "Amitabha, the cause of freedom, the result of freedom, the time of freedom!"

As Monk Qiye finished speaking, the flower rope that was originally held by Azhu and Ajie jumped immediately, bound the Ghost King's hands and feet with lightning speed. There were waves of golden light flashing on the flower rope. It was a magic weapon that was sacrificed and consecrated by a Buddhist monk. It had been hidden before and did not work on the two infant spirits Azhu and Ajie. At this time, facing the Ghost King, Qiye decisively sacrificed it and received a miraculous effect.

Facing the nine-headed hellhound, Qiye just silently recited the Great Compassion Mantra, and a circle of golden light spread beside him, blocking all the hellhounds. However, the hellhound's impact was extremely strong, and it kept shaking and hitting the golden light barrier, which seemed to be possible to break at any time. However, Qiye could only rely on this to suppress the Ghost King first, but was unable to continue to support the light shield to protect himself.

The Ghost King lay on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed. His hands and feet were tied tightly, and all his abilities could not be displayed for the time being, but he still lay on the ground and sneered at Monk Qiye. He knew that the monk would die under the biting of the hellhound if he couldn't hold on for long. Not only would his body be bitten, but his soul would be swallowed by the hellhound. It was a pity that he could summon a stronger ghost, otherwise the monk would definitely die faster, and it would save himself from being embarrassed for a while now.

However, Monk Qiye was not panicked at all. His light shield had been twisted and seemed to be unable to hold on for ten breaths.

"Pretending, you can continue to pretend for me, you can pretend!"

The Ghost King smiled viciously. He didn't like humans' attitude the most. He thought it was disgusting. Humans were too hypocritical and not something. This monk was pretending to be himself when he died. The Ghost King didn't believe that this monk was really not afraid of death. Moreover, he died at the hands of the hellhound. Even if he wanted to deal with soldiers in advance or become a ghost, he could only become a hellhound's belly meal!

Little did he know that Qiye's calmness was really not pretending, because he believed that he had already done things so well, and the person who should come should come. Judging from his appearance, Qiye knew that his so-called captain was a decisive person on the sofa, and he believed that the other party would not give up such an opportunity.

"Bang!"

The light shield next to Qiye could not support the impact of the Hellhound and collapsed directly. The Hellhound rushed towards Qiye!

The Ghost King's eyes showed excitement. He was waiting for the scene of the dead monk's tragic death, which made him very excited!

However, the bloody revenge scene that the Ghost King was expecting did not appear. A figure suddenly walked out of the darkness behind Monk Qiye. This was a young man, dressed very simply but looked very casual. Of course, this person's appearance did not make the Ghost King feel any surprise or interest. For the Ghost King, appearance was just a kind of stinky skin for a living person, and it was still very false.

What really surprised the Ghost King was that the young man stood behind the monk so naturally. Whenever a hellhound pounced on him, the young man either stretched out his hand or waved his hand, and the aggressive hellhound disappeared one by one!

That kind of relaxed and freehand painting, that kind of calmness, as if he was not dealing with the terrible hellhound, but Pomeranian cats!

"Amitabha, donor, you are still here." Monk Qiye stood up and bowed to Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan reached out his hand as if he was smiling, touched the smooth chin of Monk Qiye, and corrected: "Come on, don't call the donor, call the captain, come and listen."

Monk Qiye seemed not expecting that Xiao Xuan would suddenly take such a move, which made him feel embarrassed. Even his face showed a hint of embarrassment. He didn't know where the previous style of a monk had flown, but Xiao Xuan kept holding his chin. Monk Qiye had to take a deep breath and shout obediently:

"Amitabha, Captain, you are here."

Xiao Xuan then retracted his hand with satisfaction, patted Qiye on the shoulder, and said, "That's right? You really surprised me. You can't hide it deeply, and you can't hide it deeply." As he said, Xiao Xuan slowly walked to the Ghost King. The Ghost King's hands and feet were still tied. His face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, and he gave Xiao Xuan a pug a plea, and Xiao Xuan just raised his feet and then fell down.

"Bang!"

He stepped on the head of the Ghost King! (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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