He was not a person who could calm his mind and calm his mind. His predecessor was just a rural villager. He accidentally got a chance. Meng Yiren taught a few qi refining rules. After years of breathing, he got a little inspiration and learned a magic trick by himself, which was to set up a ban with herbs and curse snakes, insects, rats and ants for his own use.

The general's tomb was moving, and the mountain tourists had known it for a long time. At first, they thought the earth's energy was rising, and they woke up the fighting spirits underground. After going up the mountain, they found that there were traces of foxes everywhere, so they secretly took secret medicine and drove a black sprig into the cave to search. Only then did they know that a nest of wild foxes migrated from somewhere had secretly occupied the place and tried to find something.

For some reason, the news leaked, and attracted several people from outside, such as the monk Cizhou who saw the five poisons as if nothing had happened. He broke into this Prajna Temple, opened the window edge and door panels with empty hands, and created this pile of wildfire out of thin air, without fear of offending the gods and Buddhas worshipped in the temple.

The man in black and soap clothes, the mountain guest who collected herbs had never seen such a strong evil spirit. He was probably a little bit from the background, and he had no idea how many lives he had in his hand, and his face was even more evil and had a sharp official power, suppressing all dissatisfaction.

As for the scholar who went to Prajna Temple to shelter from the rain, he sat in the heart between the wandering monk and the official, and asked and answered Monk Cizhou. He was very polite and knew how to advance and retreat. He vaguely connected the three people's auras, and instead isolated himself, thus attracting the obsession of dead ghosts outside.

Furthermore, the restrictions outside the gate of Prajna Temple were blown by the strong wind and mostly disappeared without a trace. The heavy rain poured over, and there was no trace of them. The souls of the resentful spirits hid in the dark, and even the remaining spiritual lights of the temple were not afraid of. In the dark, they drove the planthoppers as thin as dust, turning into gray and black smoke, surrounding them as slowly as if they were fast.

"The fence of fox demons seems to be watching and not acting rashly. On the contrary, the temple was ruined on the general's tomb, and a monk left. Without the incense offering, the spiritual light of suppressing evil spirits and subduing ghosts was not perfect. The resentful spirit and deceased ghosts will be revived. I believe it is not without reason!"

Thinking of this festival, the Shankeshi suddenly stood up and walked straight to the temple door. He reached out to hold the door wall, pretending to be sitting for a long time and feeling stuffy when he was sitting at the door.

In fact, his right thumb pressed his index finger and pressed a refined, realgar that had been forty-nine days. After sighing for a long time, he fooled the official in black soap clothes. Yunyou Monk Cizhou also closed his eyes and took the opportunity to eject it out.

I saw a little yellow light as fast as a wind, hitting the smoke that kept wriggling in the depths of the night. The medicinal power was second to be activated. After the restriction was dispersed, it was so powerful that it was like the thunder of the nine heavens. It immediately killed most of the gray-black smoke and countless planthoppers, and had to stop the attack and retreat like a tide.

When the herb collecting mountain guest stepped back step by step and turned back to his previous position, the bearded man looked at him with a slight forehead, and he had obviously understood the whole story.

Even if he could be consistent with the outside world, the people in this room were the people who collected herbs and took action to solve the threat of planthoppers and guts. He deserved this gratitude, but he did not refuse. After receiving this gift, he returned another gift.

Bi Fang, a scholar who was traveling to the school, pulled the bookcase behind him, and roasted the fire nearby to dispel the chill of rushing to the night. For some reason, he suddenly turned his ears and listened. Later, the other three heard the heavy footsteps coming from far to near, mixed with the messy noise of iron plate fragments colliding with each other. Only then did he realize that the villain was coming and the host was on the stage.

The rainstorm comes quickly in summer and does not go slowly. At this time, the rain curtain is gradually sparse. Bi Fang, a scholar who came to the school, looked at the mountain gate curiously and saw a dark figure, tall and burly, dragging a wounded leg, staggering forward on the sandy ground where the weeds are tent.

The man got closer and closer, and a biting cold and yin energy rushed into the temple, whistling wildfires on the ground, and the flames about a foot high were pressed down.

The scholar who was born in the school was a little surprised and confused. He looked up at the temple. With the help of the wildfire, he saw clearly the true appearance of the visitor. He was so scared that he even vomited supper. He quickly reached out to cover his mouth.

The figure was a zombie, wearing a military uniform of the previous dynasty, wearing a bronze armor, which was severely damaged. There was a deep bone-deep knife on his chest, and his left arm was broken at the same root, which was obviously a fatal injury.

The big man with a beard glared in his eyes, and a flash of light came to see the depth of the zombie. He reached out and pressed the horizontal iron ruler. The originally dark iron tool turned red at this time, and a thick red light flowed through the ruler.

"Go!"

The scholar who was sent to the school was secretly surprised, but a red light flashed in front of him. The iron ruler, one foot and five inches long, disappeared. He immediately turned his head and looked out.

As expected, the zombie wearing military uniforms in the front dynasty had the iron ruler of the man with a beard. At this time, white smoke was curling from the wound, like a red soldering iron pressing against it, burning hard, and the rotten flesh was almost lit.

Surprisingly, the zombie was trembling all over, but it had not fallen yet. Instead, it was arched on the left side of the chest and abdomen, and a piece on the right side, as if there was a living thing hidden inside, eager to find a way to escape.

The scholar who came to the school couldn't help but wanted to get up, but was pressed by Yunyou monk beside him and pressed down firmly and forcefully, and he couldn't tolerate Youbifang resisting. He also knew that Monk Cizhou had some magic power, so he logically would not be a problem, so he sat down obediently.

Next, the zombie in the military uniform of the previous dynasty staggered forward, and almost fell to the ground with a staggering pace. Unexpectedly, her chest and abdomen expanded rapidly and bulged high, like a pig urine bubble blowing. The dark red iron ruler was forced out by a force. The tiny wound suddenly tore apart, and a four-eyed fox was drilled out. It was gray-black all over, blood was stained all over, and the yin energy was scattered. It was obviously not an ordinary person.

"Four-eyed ghost fox!"

The herbicide mountain guest shouted the real name of this thing. The four-eyed fox's eyes were swelling, making his mind swell and he felt dizzy. He was sitting in his knees, but at this time he was actually destined to leave. He fell back and fell to the ground with a thud, humming and screaming, very uncomfortable.

In view of this, the man with a beard dared not be careless at all. He reached out and pressed his waist bag. He saw a white light spurt out, as fast as lightning, turning into a shiny horse and rolling towards the ghost fox.

Unable to defend, the head of the ghost fox fell down as soon as it landed, and as soon as it fell to the ground, its face faded away, revealing such a deceitful smile. A rolling eye closed and a line of blood and tears flowed out.

In an instant, the ghost fox was intact, as if nothing had happened, and as if time had flowed back. The scholar who came to the school was shocked, but his face was forced to hold on, without showing any shock.

The monk Yunyou sang Zen calmly: "Good, good, good! Walk through the Yin and Yang Realm, and enter and exit the two without interruption! Unexpectedly, this demon fox can cultivate the infinite demon eyes, replace the shape with his eyes, cut off his life and change his body, and he almost has the posture of a demon king!"

The four-eyed ghost fox did not expect that his own magical power would be shattered by a monk, and his heart and soul were broken. He did not want to swallow the qi and blood of the monk to make himself fat. He quickly turned his head and wanted to escape.

Cizhou fell cross-legged, but at this moment he suddenly stood up, his five fingers together with his right hand, slashed out a sword light, and his left hand moved each other from afar, shouting: "Fellow Taoist please stay!"
Chapter completed!