As soon as he fell to the ground, many distracting thoughts arose in Maitreya's mind. In addition to not being able to distinguish the strength of the enemy and us because of his arrogance, he also had obsession and concern. In the moment of life and death, he failed to maintain his thoughts and focused on maintaining the barrier, so that he would put himself in life and death, and could not recite the Buddha's name and meditation to bless the barrier.

There were many mistakes and many regrets, but everything was over, and even the Feng acupoint was not available. Maitreya thought about repentance in an instant, then closed his eyes, letting his body fall to the ground with a strong body, and his head was blank so that he was waiting for the invasion of the Prajna ghost head. However, after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel anything. Instead, he pulled himself up with soft hands.

"Master, are you okay?"

"Shi Shi, am I not dead?" Maitreya came to his senses and looked at the beauty with three points of depression in front of him. Hou Zhihou felt aching all over his body, and he couldn't believe it and touched his face.

"Of course you are not dead, but if you weren't my master, you would probably be dead to the point of being dead." A frivolous voice came, and Maitreya turned his head and saw a boy wearing a boy's bun standing there.

Not only the frivolous Taoist boy, there was also an old Taoist wearing a gauze costume in the field, who was fighting with the Fusang ghost Kamotao Dao. The two of them slashed each other with swords and shadows, raising their hands from time to time, and bursting out in the air. It was the magic power of the two, and the confrontation between the Shuriken and the Money Dart.

"Shi Shi, where is the sword sac!" Maitreya looked at the Taoist priest who fought with He Mao Daoxing, thought for a moment, and immediately asked Shi Shi for a sword sac.

"Here!" Shi Shi, wearing a black long skirt, took out the sword sac from behind, Maitreya took it into his hand, picked up the Zen stick beside him, looked at the situation in the field, and was about to wait for an opportunity to take action, but he didn't expect the young Taoist boy next to him to stop him.

"Hey, what do you want to do?"

"Of course... oh, it's you." Maitreya subconsciously wanted to answer, but after seeing the Taoist boy's face, he couldn't help but be stunned because he knew this Taoist boy.

Two years ago in Lanruo Temple, Maitreya and Yan Chixia fought against the tree demon grandma. The old monster of Black Mountain descended to capture him and Yan Chixia and wanted to drag them to the underworld prison.

At the last moment, Ning Caichen, who left, invited the Caolu lay Buddhist to help the battle, and finally won the victory and saved his life. At that time, I remember that there was a Taoist boy next to the Caolu lay Buddhist, who was the young man in front of me. Maitreya remembered that the other party seemed to be called Xiaogui.

"Do you know me?" The Taoist boy saw Maitreya's face full of surprise and his words were different. He couldn't help but look at him carefully, but he didn't remember it. After all, he and Maitreya had only met one time at that time.

"That's Master Ling, but the lay Buddhist at the Hau Lu?" Maitreya couldn't call the other person's name directly, and always felt a little cursing, so he looked at the old Taoist in the venue and asked.

"Of course, you still know my master!" The Taoist little turtle looked like "You really know the goods."

"Three years ago, Lanruo Temple saved his life thanks to the Taoist priest... Has the Master Ling dealt with the Fusang ghost?" Maitreya was talking to the Taoist boy Xiaogui, while looking at the Taoist lay Buddhist who was fighting with He Mao Daoxing in the field, and suddenly asked.

"Fusang ghost? What are you afraid of? My master has never caught any ghost..." Xiaogui didn't understand what Maitreya meant, and subconsciously blew it. As a result, the fact that the Taolu lay Buddhist who was fighting He Mao Daoxing in the distance pierced the other party with a sword, and then he was beaten back by the other party with a palm.

"Master..." Seeing the master flying backwards, the little turtle, he didn't bother to talk to Maitreya, and hurriedly came forward to hug the master and asked. Seeing this, Maitreya quickly began to untickle the sword bag.

The layman of Caolu was beaten away with a palm, while He Mao Daoxing in the distance was penetrated by a sword, but nothing happened. He just rushed towards Shi Shi like a crazy person.

"Prajna Paramita." Maitreya looked at He Mao Daoxing who was flying towards him, and he didn't even bother to solve the sword bag. He recalled his Zen Staff and then threw it at him.

The Zen staff wrapped in Vajra magic power rushed over. Seeing this, He Mao Daoxing waved his long sword in his hand with a sharp sound, and a crisp sound. The bronze-inlaid Zen staff was immediately cut off by one knife and the magic power was dispersed. Fortunately, this also bought time for Maitreya.

"The form and spirit are like swords." Maitreya threw out the Zen staff, gaining enough time for himself to untie the sword bag in his hand, concentrate his mind, shout loudly, and a choking sword roar. A white snake-like white lion emerged from the bag, following his fingers, biting towards He Mao Daoxing.

Zhang Yuchuan's sword is called Firefly, with a blade of nine inches long and placed in a bag. This sword is carried by Zhang Yuchuan for many years and has a spiritual nature early on. Like his master, he likes beauty and hates ugliness. When he meets an ugly master, he will resist sacrificing.

Maitreya relied on his extraordinary appearance and was entrusted by Zhang Yuchuan to this sword. He had already finished his sacrifice and refining it. It was useless to put it on his body. At this moment, he put out the sword and Bai Lian went to the sky. He only sneered. He Mao Daoxing, who was rushing in the sky, had only one head left in the sky, and his body wearing the formation of Yuori and the armor fell at Maitreya's feet.

"Nase, wow, Nasa? Oh Nasae? Oh Nagamo Daoxing..." Hamao Daoxing's head turned red, and he didn't die in the sky, but instead sent out a rumor of grumbling words. Basically, I, Hamao Daoxing, are like what I, Hamao Daoxing, are, why did God treat me so unfairly!

"Oh, what the hell is this?" The Taoist little turtle helped the master up, looking at the sky with his head still resentment, and still complaining about the sky. He Mao Daoxing's head was almost scared to urinate.

Maitreya used the sword sac to retract the white light transformed by the firefly muscles, put the short sword sac into his arms, looked up at the sky who complained about the sky and became particularly terrifying, and his face was also very thoughtful. The difficulty of this Fusang ghost than the Chinese ghost lies in this place.

As the saying goes, one place of water and soil nourishes the other, and this supernatural creature is even more so.

China has its own definitions of demons and ghosts, namely: the human beings are fake, the nature and spirit of things are essence, the human beings are ghosts, the heaven and earth are incompatible, and there are suddenly very strange things, the gods are not good and evil, the human heart is entangled and deluded, and the people tend to be heretics and heretics.

Because people are well organized, and the central court is stable and safe, there are few evil things in China. Even if there are monsters, most of them belong to one kind, and even monks are not needed. Even ordinary people know the tricks and use some cinnabar and black blood. No matter how sunshine and thunder are enough to deal with it, and Fusang is different.

Fusang is located in the wilderness of the corners, with wars rampant, flesh and blood everywhere, and white bones are piled up. In addition, the people are lost and people are confused, and they all regard ghosts as gods, making every ghost and monster naturally possess the characteristics of heretics and evil spirits.

It is generally difficult to deal with the Fusang ghosts by using the things that are against the Chinese and ghosts and demons to deal with the Fusang ghosts, because they are not suitable for the local conditions, and sometimes even the local methods of Fusang cannot be solved. The monsters relentlessly and die by resentment. Otherwise, the subjugation of demons and demons is called "retreat" in Japanese rather than "destroy".
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