In fact, after having the experience of solving the windlass head, Yun Song is no longer afraid of ghosts.
Although the windlass head was solved with the help of the talisman left by his cheap master, it ultimately proved that he could kill ghosts and he had the ability to deal with ghosts, which was enough.
But he was in a head-to-head confrontation with the windlass head. The windlass head had an entity, more like a humanoid beast than a ghost. He was willing to kill himself and dared to pull the emperor off his horse. He could be tough.
Things are different now.
The nave suddenly turned into a mourning hall.
A group of paper figures suddenly appeared.
So where is the ghost?
He looked at the many paper figures in confusion and couldn't help but wonder, is every paper figure a ghost?
But as the saying goes, "elves, ghosts, ghosts, spirits", ghosts are very clever and cunning things.
These paper figures move clumsily and can only circle around the coffin. They have no cleverness like ghosts at all and are more like a group of puppets.
Then a thought came to Yun Song's mind:
These paper figures are probably not ghosts. The real ghosts are inside the coffin!
Yun Song wanted to muster up the courage to rush into the mourning hall to see what was in the coffin, but his courage was exhausted in the end.
He is not a coward.
But be cautious!
This was originally the Taoist temple hall where the Taoist Lord was seated.
As a result, it is now occupied by sneaky people and turned into a mourning hall.
So how high is this sneaky cultivation level?
The still night wind started blowing again without knowing when.
The peach leaves rustled in the wind.
The paper figures in the mourning hall began to sway.
Some paper figures were blown to the ground by the wind, and they crawled towards the coffin, crying as they climbed.
There are several paper figures on the coffin who are crying in mourning.
Their crying is very abnormal, it is the kind of crying that is suppressed but cannot be suppressed, sobbing and choking, adding to the pain.
The night wind became stronger and stronger, causing the peach leaves and branches to sway wildly, making him feel chilled all over.
It was so cold that I couldn't help but shiver.
A rustling sound sounded from behind him.
He screamed in his heart that it was bad!
A pair of pale hands held a bright red dress and slowly handed it over:
"Taoist Priest, are you cold? Then put on these clothes. My clothes are made of silk cotton and are warm. Then hurry up and repair the door..."
The scarlet trousers are made of silk, the top has no buttons, and there are small strips of cloth on both sides of the skirt, with auspicious patterns and longevity characters embroidered on them...
It's a shroud!
Soon after, Yun Song reacted and turned around with a sword.
This sword struck the air.
A cold voice sounded from behind him again: "Go and fix the door! The door is about to open. There are too many ghosts outside. They want to come in and grab food!"
Yun Song turned back in surprise.
He didn't see the ghost hiding behind him, but he saw that the paper figures in the mourning hall stopped crying and all stood up and looked at him.
Many paper figures wear small hats and mandarin jackets, with noses, eyes and mouths, and bright blush on their snow-white cheeks.
All of them are dull and evil.
At this time, the mountain wind was much stronger than before, but the paper figures were not blown. They stood up and faced Yunsong, as if they were nailed to the ground.
On the contrary, the wooden door of the Taoist temple was shaken by the caracal sound blown by the mountain wind and was on the verge of falling down.
Yunsong was a little confused. He subconsciously ran a few steps towards the door to hold it against the door. However, after lifting his feet, he found that the door suddenly became smaller!
He immediately realized: it wasn't that the door had become smaller, but that the distance between him and the door had become farther.
He looked around again and found that the courtyard had grown larger in his eyes——
It’s broken, the ghost is covering his eyes!
After realizing this, Yunsong quickly turned around to look for the ghost stuck on his back, but found nothing. Instead, he found that the position of the paper figure in the mourning hall had changed again.
The paper man appeared at the entrance of the mourning hall, squeezing in the door and leaning out...
Even though their faces are expressionless.
But Yunsong felt their desire to overthrow him.
Yun Song turned back to look at the Taoist temple gate and then looked back again.
The positions of the paper people changed again, and the two at the front had already stepped out of the entrance of the mourning hall.
Seeing this, Yunsong understood.
These paper figures cannot move as long as they are stared at by him. If he looks away, they will move towards his position!
Just as he was thinking, a cold voice sounded behind his ear:
"Taoist Priest, are you looking for me when you are wandering around? Then why don't you look up and look for me?"
At the same time, the old voice that sounded before also came in:
"Yazi, come here and open the door. If you find my money, give me your life. Give me your life!"
"Go in, I want to go in, let me in, I hate it so much, I hate it so much!"
"Why did they get in so fast, and why was I blocked outside? I have no legs, I can't run!"
Yin swishing sounds resounded inside and outside the Taoist temple, and followed the mountain wind throughout the courtyard.
Suddenly, ghosts inside and outside the Taoist temple soared into the sky!
The situation is critical!
At the critical moment, Yun Song suddenly burst out: "Shut your stinky mouth!"
He did not raise his head but looked at the mourning hall and shouted: "Fu Sheng Supreme Heavenly Lord! Demons, don't think that the path can't defeat you! It's just that God has the virtue of good life, and the path doesn't want to kill you all!"
"Now that you are so stubborn, don't blame the ruthless villains!"
While shouting fiercely, he glanced at the mourning hall with his peripheral vision and pointed at the door: "Aren't they just a group of mountain monsters and water ghosts? I will open the door of my Taoist temple right now and let you in!"
"When the time comes, you can come together if you feel like it. Why should Yun be afraid!"
"To deal with you scale insects, Xiaodao doesn't even need the magic weapon passed down by the ancestor. He can beat you to death with just a pair of iron fists!"
After falling into a desperate situation, he suddenly changed his timid attitude. He was like a tiger coming out of the gate, and his sword was unsheathed!
When he said this, he gritted his teeth, biting his lips and tongue, so that the spittle he sprayed was blood red!
The icy mountain breeze stagnated in the yard.
The coffin in the mourning hall suddenly stood up, and the paper figures retreated one after another.
In the shade of the trees, at the mouth of the well and in the shadow of the house, there were figures looking at him in confusion——
Could it be that I made a mistake, this little Taoist priest really has great supernatural powers?
Could it be that he was showing weakness just now?
Are you fishing for ghosts?
I have some doubts and want to test him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But Yunsong walked towards the Taoist temple gate with his head held high, his steps were windy, and he actually put the peach wood sword on his belt and stuffed the fly whisk into his arms.
Seeing this, the ghostly figures in the courtyard that were about to move quieted down.
Without three-thirds, I would not dare to go to Liangshan. Without diamonds, I would not take up the porcelain job.
This is a truth that even ghosts understand.
Yun Song didn't care about this. He walked to the door with a cold and solemn expression, reached out and grabbed the door bolt.
At the same time, he turned back and scanned the courtyard and mourning hall proudly.
He opened his mouth as if to say something else.
The ghosts dormant in the Taoist temple were vigilantly waiting for his scary words.
No sound was heard.
Only Yunsong's other hand put the money in front of him, which he took out when he went to tuck the fly whisk in his arms, and spit out a mouthful of blood:
Debao Silver Coin, daddy, bless me, this thing of yours must be useful, it must turn me into a windlass!
This was the only way to survive that he could think of after being in a desperate situation.
He was in a desperate situation before.
In the mourning hall in front of you, there are a bunch of paper figures that you need to keep an eye on at all times. There is a missing figure beside you, and there are countless ghosts outside the door behind you who are still banging on the door...
How to fight this battle?
Can't fight!
If you can't beat it, join.
Yun Song judged from the words of the old ghost outside the door and the female ghost hanging around him that the Taoist temple gate blocked many ghosts from outside. These ghosts may not be familiar with each other. If he could become a ghost, he might be able to get in among them.
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Even if he can't get in, one of Windlasshou's abilities is speed, so it should be easier for him to escape after turning into Windlassou.
Yun Song had made this decision in the blink of an eye.
He admitted that the decision involved a gamble.
But he won the bet.
The dilapidated gates of Taoist temples can stop sneaky people but they cannot stop the pulling force of people.
Yun Song grabbed the door and opened it. At the same time, his blood spurted onto the money on the windlass head, and then he felt his vision darken.
Everything becomes a bit chaotic, and there are many brightly colored places.
The Taoist temple's dilapidated walls and plastered gates turned into a white glow with golden light, making him dare not look directly at them.
The door was opened to create a gap, and groups of ghostly figures rushed in through the gap, like floods hitting a collapsed dam.
He looked back and saw that the yard had returned to its normal size. There was a hanged ghost floating in the air. There were also ghosts lying at the mouth of the well, under the shade of trees and other places.
The weird thing is the nave.
At this time, the mourning hall had disappeared, and he saw the middle hall again, and something in the middle hall was attracting him, making him subconsciously want to enter the middle hall and get close to such things.
Specifically, he didn't know what attracted him, he could only feel its location on the altar table.
The statue of Daojun enshrined behind the altar has disappeared, and now the floor of the nave is covered with clay fragments.
Daozu, have you run away?
He wanted to study it carefully but had no time, and then a group of ghosts screamed in his ears:
"Where's the little Taoist priest?"
"Where have the living people gone? Where are the living people! I feel so resentful and hateful!"
"Go away, my money, my money, so much money!"
"The money eye is here, I saw it, I want to get in, I want to get in!"
Amidst the noisy screams of ghosts, a sudden roar came out: "That little Taoist priest was swallowed secretly by the funeral coffin, I saw it!"
As soon as the door opened, the quiet Taoist temple suddenly became filled with gloomy energy and chaos.
A swarm of ghost bees crowded into the Taoist temple, and Yun Song felt like he was being pushed back lightly.
He shouted loudly and then jumped to the wall. He resisted the strange temptation coming from the nave and wanted to fly out against the wall.
As a result, when he jumped up, the platinum light on the wall rose higher, always higher than his position, preventing him from climbing over the wall.
At this time, a group of ghosts had already crowded into the yard, and he moved out of the door by leaning against the wall.
Slipping away.
The night became chaotic in his eyes. He didn't have to walk on the road and could wander as he pleased.
The bushes and woods became a smooth road in his eyes. He quickly drifted into the woods and suddenly saw a ball of fire.
This ball of fire gave him a completely new feeling:
Desire and fear!
He longed for this fire, but was afraid of its existence.
What is this fire?
A wave of doubt appeared in his mind uncontrollably.
It stands to reason that it is important to escape now, and he should not stay in this place of right and wrong.
But there were no ghosts chasing him behind him. All the ghosts had entered the Taoist temple, so he thought about it, got into the woods, and quietly walked around from behind to approach the fire.
He hid behind a tree and looked at the fire carefully.
At first glance, this is a human-shaped torch.
The fire was raging.
The human-shaped torch is like a trident with three burning flames.
Looking closely, he saw that it was a person, with three fires burning above his head and on his shoulders.
If you look carefully, this man has a fat head, big ears, and a big waist and pork butt——
Who else could it be if it weren’t Wang Youde?!
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