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The wind blew off the fire, and then a sour sound rang out. It sounded like the wooden board was moving and rubbing, and it was a whisper.

Chen Sanlang was also a brave person, but he couldn't help feeling nervous at this moment and hurried out.

"whee……"

A silver bell-like laugh suddenly sounded in the darkness.

"who?"

Chen Sanlang shouted subconsciously.

Swish!

A sudden flower appeared in front of me, as if a beautiful skirt was floating across, and the air smelled faintly, which smelled very pleasant.

But at this moment, even if he caught a beautiful woman, Chen Sanlang would still regard her as a female ghost. He quickly threw away the dead branches in his hand and turned around and ran outside.

"Young master, why are you panic? You're here to accompany me, I'm afraid..."

The sweet voice in my ears could not be gone, making people's hearts feel refreshed and their bones were numb. This sound seemed to have an indescribable magic, sweet and greasy, and the steps would stagnate if they were disobedient.

"Are you afraid? I'm afraid..."

Chen Sanlang is not that stupid nerd.

There are many rumors in the market, and the miscellaneous notes also record many similar stories. The general meaning is that a scholar, either a poor family or a test, or a night in a deserted mountain or ridge, and then in the middle of the night, the fox fairy beauty and other things come...

A beauty smiled and attracted the heart. How could the scholar resist it? He immediately turned his eyes and looked around, and then turned his clothes upside down and made a good story.

Most of these stories are beautification and are an encounter that people dream of.

Dreams are always good.

In the past, Chen Sanlang rushed to the exam and had fantasized about it, but when things came to an end, they either had a black car or a black shop. After many experiences, they made him deeply realize that when he dreamed of doing it, he should do something sober when he was awake.

Now he is very sober.

A beautiful woman suddenly ran out of the ancient temple that had been abandoned for many years. The tricks were self-evident. He quickly covered his ears and rushed out of the hall.

The charcoal fire has not yet been extinguished. The thin figure of the old monk reflects the old monk.

Chen Sanlang ran over and panted: "Master, there is a ghost in the temple."

The old monk did not raise his eyelids and said calmly: "Young Master Chen, it's because you have a ghost in your heart."

"Okay, I won't be able to do Zen with you."

Chen Sanlang sat down, held his chin, and was stunned.

The night outside completely fell, and the stars and moon were dim tonight. The wind was quite strong, making the branches sway and rust, which was very cunning.

A gust of wind blew suddenly. Whispered.

Ring ding ding ding ding !

Chen Sanlang's expression changed, and he heard that this was the sound of the wind chimes under the eaves. Before coming, he had observed that the wind chimes had basically rusted and became an iron lump. How can he still shake and make a sound?

There will be evil in everything!

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed by in his eyes.

This strange scene made Chen Sanlang secretly shocked: This monk has such profound cultivation and magic power...

He understood the Buddhist practice method and was divided into nine levels: one turn of the ordinary body, two turn of the skin body, three turn of the flesh body, four turn of the bone body, five turn of the mind body, six turn of the essence body, seven turn of the Dharma body, eight turn of the true body, and nine turn of the golden body.

When you reach the Nine-Turn Golden Body, you will be the legendary "Vajra Indestructible Body", which is not corrupt and immortal.

There was a golden light in the eyes of monk Jingkong, at least, he was all six-turn spirits. After opening his eyes, his thin right hand poked out, took a hand in the air, and then put it on his nose to smell it.

"Who is here in Dongting? Please show up and see you."

Chen Sanlang next to him was shocked. He could smell the other person's way of coming. This skill was really unpredictable. But if you want to deepen it, you suddenly realized that all sects in the world of cultivators have their own heritage and characteristics. Among them, the Dongting Demon Clan is best at stimulating wind and water. Then it is not surprising that he leaks his whereabouts in the wind.

"From Dongting? Could it be that Ao Qingmei came to save him?"

Thinking of this, Chen Sanlang was delighted.

If she was captured by the old monk, Chaihe would definitely go back to Jingxian to bring rescue soldiers. Xiaoyao Fudao is not qualified for those who can be rescued. If she is excluded, only Xiaolongnu will be the only one. She has been seriously injured by her stepmother and escaped from Dongting. She pursued more than one of Chai and one of them, and there are more than ten ways. In short, Chai is just a small character, and she happened to chase Jingxian. She was originally greedy for me and did not want to be a prisoner.

Of course, these are all things Chen Sanlang only learned slowly later.

It's just wrong. If it were Ao Qingmei, who was pretending to be a ghost in the backyard?

The doubts in my heart are hard to eliminate.

The wind outside the hall was getting louder and louder, and the wind chimes blew, swaying into a circle. Some winds squirted in from the dilapidated doors and windows, sweeping up dust, which easily made people confused.

In the sound of the wind, it drizzles, and rain falls.

The intersection of wind and rain is indeed Dongting's style and usual pomp.

Crack!

There was lightning and lightning.

However, in the eyes of Monk Jingkong, this situation was like nothingness. He closed his hands and recited "Amitabha Buddha", trembled his hand, and a copper bowl flew out, hanging in the air, and fixed on his head. In an instant, all the wind and rain that blew in was absorbed by the copper bowl, without any leakage.

nice one!

Chen Sanlang looked at him and saw that the bronze bowl was not astonishing, but after being displayed, its power was simply like a magic weapon level thing.

People have a habit of relying on it. For example, Chen Sanlang, who has had a jute rope and a sword of evil in his hands since he practiced his magic. He has repeatedly relied on two things to kill demons and eliminate demons, and is not good at using it. But suddenly he couldn't use it anymore, and his hands were itchy, his heart was empty and he had no sense of security.

The old monk sacrificed the bronze bowl, but did not attack, but only defended himself.

Fortunately, there was a copper bowl to stabilize it, and the charcoal fire on the ground would not be blown away or destroyed by the wind.

Hahaha!

There were strange sounds. Chen Sanlang turned around and saw a row of figures turning out from the back of the palace. It was real, but there were walking corpses wearing tattered monk robes. However, his skin and muscles were dark and shiny, and he had been trained into zombies.

Seeing this scene, Chen Sanlang immediately realized that this should not be Ao Qingmei's hands and feet, and there was someone else coming.

The zombies were rushing at a slow speed, and they rushed in a very organized manner, with all their targets on the old monk.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Monk Jingkong shouted, opened his eyes wide, and brilliance flashed in circles behind him. This is the magical power of the Buddhist family: to capture the body light.

As soon as the light came out, Chen Sanlang next to him didn't feel much. But for the many zombies attacking, it was like a snow ball shining by the sun, making a meaningless roar of pain, and the originally solid body melted away little by little.

Bang!

The hall was shaking, and some bricks and stones were loose and soon collapsed. Someone outside was trying to force people out.

Monk Jingkong grabbed Chen Sanlang and rushed out quickly.

Pang!

As soon as he got out, a sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a black shadow as thick as a bucket swept across fiercely, like a living thing, like a giant python.

However, looking more honest, the branches and leaves on the black shadow are a vine of unknown variety, which is as huge as this. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianyi, the novel is better and faster!
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