Zhao Feng's expression was not very clear, but Qin Kun thought about it and understood.m. The site that saves the most traffic on mobile phones and has no ads.

It is equivalent to saying that the soul model refers to extracting some invisible things, resentment, obsession, and so on from Uncle Qu, and then replicating Uncle Qu, forming a subtle connection with the original Uncle Qu.

It was the first time I heard that there was such an operation, but when I think about the Shadow Spirit, the existence of the Mirror Spirit is like a ghost but not a ghost, and after being deeply hypnotized, I really may have the memory of Mr. Qu.

Without further ado, Wang Gan suggested: "Why don't we go to Zhuyuan again."

The bamboo garden was almost plundered by Qin Kun, but when a few people entered, they still expressed their feelings.

"It's incredible that there is a ghost farm hidden in such a small bamboo garden..."

The area of ​​the bamboo garden is less than half a football field. This place has been opened as a place for students to read in the morning, which is quite elegant. Unexpectedly, it is so gloomy and bizarre at night.

Jueluo Manor is now an empty garden, without any ghost energy. The Eight Banners corrupt bones in the garden were broken up by Qin Kun, and the two little ghosts guarding the bamboo forest were also killed and injured. Qin Kun turned around and looked at Guo Xiaoya who was taken over.

"Chenchang, do you think she is still useful?"

When Guo Xiaoya heard this, she shivered. When she saw the eunuch behind her, she smiled sinisterly, and her whole body tightened.

"Master, what should be asked is over, it's useless."

"Then kill it."

Chang Chang was stunned and reminded: "Master, I think you use that jar to collect ghosts..."

"She? Don't dirty my urn."

Guo Xiaoya was an evil ghost in the past, but now she is just the cultivation level of a ghost. She has 100 points of merit with a candle, and Qin Kun still doesn't like it.

Guo Xiaoya was anxious: "Master Qin...I am willing to join you. My bamboo silk ghost technique has the function of repairing the ghost body. Since you raise a fierce ghost, you cannot be without me!"

Guo Xiaoya lay on the ground begging for forgiveness, Qin Kun's pants were pulled and he raised his foot to step on Guo Xiaoya's hand.

The foot weighing more than a thousand pounds, with its surging yang energy, directly stomped on Guo Xiaoya's hand. Guo Xiaoya screamed heart-wrenchingly, and Qin Kun kicked her away: "I can't live without you? Zhu Ni Ghost, you think too much of yourself."

...

Linjiang City, Panlong District.

This is the location of Chenghuang Temple.

Chenghuang Temple is also a few antique streets in Linjiang City. It is located in the only temple in Linjiang City, Shanfo Temple.

The temple, the green pines and cypresses, and the ancient charm is leisurely. At night, the stones, trees and attics in the yard echo the bright moon in the sky, filled with Zen. However, at this moment, a faint blood is floating in the air.

An old monk, dressed in ragged clothes and his luxurious robes were hung on his body. He stared at the sharp knife in his hand and saw the blood dripping from his hands. Seven or eight monk's corpses were lying in the yard.

The sweat mixed with blood flowed down his face, and the old monk suddenly knelt on the ground, covering his face and crying.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on!!!"

Some of these dead bodies were monks who were hang-on, and some were monks in the temple. The old monk twitched all over and suddenly heard footsteps.

Looking up, a monk appeared, holding Buddhist beads and chanting the Buddha's name.

"Konghui, you have broken the precepts."

The corpses on the ground had already died, the bloody yard was covered with blood, and the dignified Buddhist temple was no different from the Shura Hell.

"Senior Brother Kongyun! It's not me, it's not me... Senior Brother... It's really not me..." The old monk's fingers were trembling, and his senior brother Kongyun sighed: "Of course it's not you... Konghui, look back."

The old monk turned his head and accidentally saw two phantoms.

A man with a clear braid and sneered, with a barb at the tip of his nose and a sinister expression. Beside him was a tall guard.

Monk Kongyun spoke, "Why did you mess with my junior brother with the devil? I wonder what conflicts does my Shanfo Temple have with you?"

After Monk Kongyun finished speaking, Monk Konghui held a sharp knife and said sternly: "So there is a little ghost in the work!"

The guard touched his belly and laughed like thunder to look at Monk Kongyun: "Hahaha, there is no Buddha's heart and no Buddha nature. Your junior brother has a demon in his heart, so why should my master cause trouble?"

The guard walked to the other side, lowered his head and grinned, and patted the other side's face: "Monk Konghui, right... the Buddhist scriptures were read into the dog's belly???"

"You...!!!" Monk Konghui's chest was depressed, he spitted blood, and he was furious: "I want your life!"

"The Buddhist 108 kalpas, and the five hundred arhats are boundless!"

"Vajra Buddha, Arhat Formation!"

Monk Konghui folded his hands together, his broken clothes bulged without wind, his eyes turned pure white, and five hundred arhats appeared one after another behind him.

The guard sneered: "There are no boundless white bones on the battlefield, and the strong wind and scorched earth build graves!"

"Beat the drum!"

The guard covered in armor and the man with Qing braids turned into a battlefield. Then, the cemetery appeared, and the white bone army crawled out of thousands of tombs, with human skins made drums and human bones made hammers. The mirage world expanded rapidly and enveloped the monk in front of him.

One blow to the drum, complete the whole set!

Two drum beats, rush!

Three beats of the drum to break the formation!

Five hundred arhats were like bubbles, and they broke with one poke. The bone in the hand of a white bone soldier hit the monk's forehead. The monk groaned and bleeding from his seven orifices.

"Waste." The Mirage Realm retreated and the guards did not kill him. Monk Konghui couldn't believe that the Arhat Formation, which he was proud of, was so vulnerable?

"You..." Monk Konghui's stern face flashed and was about to rush to fight again, but was stopped by his senior brother.

Monk Kongyun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "That's a ghost general."

Monk Konghui took a breath of cold air, was stunned for a moment, and burst into tears.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry for them, I..."

A trace of persistence and determination flashed through his blood-red eyes, "I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!!!"

Monk Konghui turned the tip of the knife and stabbed him in the chest.

Monk Kongyun closed his eyes, and two lines of turbid tears flowed down his corners.

The blood was gushing, and the guard licked the blood stains on his mouth, and turned around and said, "Mr. Jueluo, the mission has been completed. This old monk committed suicide. The obsession should be enough."

After a while, a ghost with resentment came out of the monk's body. The man with Qingpian, who had not spoken, picked up the ghost monk and said to himself: "Resentment is enough. Put a finger condom on him."

The ghost monk was struggling to protect the guard and slapped him in the face: "Stop dreaming, this ghostly aura still wants to kill us?"

A finger condom was forcibly worn, and the ghost monk was full of fire.

"Evil karma and turbid fire?" Monk Kongyun exclaimed.

The man with Qingpian smiled and said, "I have some insight. Your junior brother, Buddha's heart is unstable, he is possessed by evil spirits, and he killed seven people angrily. Master Kongyun is right? Are you going to seek revenge on me?"

Monk Kongyun pursed his lips: "Please leave your name, I will never stop with you."

The man with Qingpian laughed: "You are so angry, aren't you afraid that I will kill you now?"

Monk Kongyun said, "You are afraid of me teaching the secret techniques of Buddhism and demons, so you are afraid to kill people for a long time."

"It's true that I'm aware. I've seen Vajra Buddha once. Are you a branch of the Buddha's temple? After learning a little bit of fur, you want to set up a temple to preach. If you can't even protect the teachings, don't be embarrassed."

The man with Qingpian changed his appearance after seeing the ghost monk beside him being scorched by the turbid fire of evil karma and smiled with satisfaction.

"Remember, my name is Xijueluo." Qingpengren said, waved his hand and left, and the guards also held the ghost and left.

If Qin Kun was there, he would definitely recognize that the ghost monk who was scorched by the turbid fire of evil karma turned into the same appearance as Mr. Qu!
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