The faint dancing light of the fire cast her shadow on the headless statue.
It was as if the room was full of shadows and demons were ready to move.
She untied her belt, and her loose robe fell to the ground, revealing her snow-white skin, and her young and beautiful figure was exposed to the air. She was most beautiful, but the crack on her face made this scene look weird and terrifying.
She spread out the bun on her head again, letting her long black hair hang down. She parted her hair and gathered it on her chest, and stretched her hands behind her head.
"Stab it."
There was a slight tearing sound.
The scalp was actually taken off like clothing, revealing the head of a huge blue devil. The devil stared at Li Changan with copper bell-like eyes.
However, Li Changan still didn't seem to wake up, and remained motionless with his back to the evil ghost.
The evil spirit opened its mouth, revealing its rasp-like teeth.
It pinches the scalp and carefully pulls it down.
Not long after.
A huge ghost with a height of one foot jumped out of the petite body of "Miss Wang".
"Miss Wang" or the blue-skinned evil spirit, first carefully collected the shed human skin and spread it neatly on the altar.
Then he crossed the fire pond and walked behind Li Changan. Although he was huge, he could walk as quietly as a cat.
The evil ghost's greedy eyes roamed Li Changan's body, seeming to be hesitant about which part to choose.
Thighs, arms, back, waist and ribs?
After all, the first bite is always the most delicious.
Finally, the evil ghost's eyes fell on Li Changan's neck.
The evil spirit slowly approached, its big mouth slowly opened, and fishy saliva dripped from its sharp, razor-like teeth.
“It’s exactly the same as this painting.”
A voice sounded calmly, and the evil ghost's movements suddenly stopped. He twisted his neck and took a quick look around the temple, and finally discovered that the person speaking was actually the "sleeping" Li Chang'an.
There was a sound of thunder, and the ruined temple was completely white.
It turned out that Li Changan, who was lying on his back, was holding a book in his hand. The pages of the book were opened, and there was a ferocious ghost painted on it. Its body was blue, its eyes were like round bells, and its teeth were like files.
The evil ghost's eyes suddenly shrank into pinpoints.
Isn’t this what it is!
For a moment, the evil ghost hesitated.
Taoist priests always have some strange spells, and if you are not careful, monsters will always fall for them.
Hesitating in his heart, his body subconsciously took a step back.
As he stepped on Li Changan's unbuttoned armor, the armor pieces immediately disintegrated, and the armor was completely untied.
This time, the ghost came back to his senses, and a look of anger appeared on its ferocious face.
What skills can a little Taoist priest have who relies on mortal armor?
It opened its big mouth, ready to pounce.
Li Changan, who clearly had his back, immediately responded.
He didn't turn around or look back, he just took out an object and pointed it at the evil ghost.
Thunder strikes again.
White light shines through the temple.
The object was actually a thick iron pipe with a wooden handle attached to the back. The cotton threads on the wooden handle had burned to the end.
The evil ghost froze.
"What is this..."
"boom!"
Amidst the loud noise, fire suddenly appeared.
A large amount of finely divided iron sand spurted out from the tube.
The evil ghosts had no time to react and were all hit.
The devil's blue skin was thick and tough, and most of the iron sand only penetrated the skin and got stuck in the muscles. Although the fire gun was powerful, the damage it caused was nothing more than flesh wounds.
But it hurts!
It broke our hearts.
itch!
Itches deep into the bone marrow.
But it couldn't move, it couldn't even move its eyes. As soon as the iron sand hit it, there was an invisible force that suppressed it.
"thump."
The evil ghost fell straight on its back and fell to the ground.
The huge body shook the entire ruined temple slightly.
Li Changan suddenly stood up, his demeanor and movements were not as calm as before.
He struggled to turn the evil ghost over, then moved a big stone, and raised the evil ghost's head on tiptoe, protruding its thick neck.
Then he picked up the big ax he had brought, cut his thumb, used his finger as a pen and blood as cinnabar, and quickly drew a blood talisman on the surface of the axe.
"Heavenly demons are shining brightly, earthly demons are square, I am writing now, and all ghosts will perish."
After reciting the curse, smear the blood on the ax blade.
Aiming at the back of the evil ghost's neck, a large round ax was pointed.
"drink!"
……………………
Desolate mountains, ruined temples, swaying in the wind and rain.
When the lightning breaks.
In the darkness, the only things that could be heard were the man's heavy breathing and the dull sound of chopping.
Inside the temple.
Li Changan was covered in blood and sweat, but the evil spirit under his ax had only a small piece of flesh connected to it.
After following the old Taoist for a month, Li Changan's biggest gain was not to learn a few superficial talismans, but to realize that ghosts are transformed by humans, and demons have flesh and blood.
When the ax goes down, the skin and flesh are still torn open, but the bones and flesh are tighter and require more effort.
Li Changan held the ax with both hands, took a few sharp breaths, and then used up his last strength.
One slash down.
"Qiang."
The ax blade struck the hard bluestone, and fire splashed out.
Li Changan's jaw hurt, and the ax came out of his hand.
At the same time, the evil ghost's head was finally chopped off, rolled around a few times, and rolled to Li Changan's feet.
Li Changan was not careless, but took a few steps back. After following the old path for a month, he still learned a more cautious style.
Until the evil ghost's slightly twitching corpse was completely lifeless.
Li Changan finally relaxed and sat down in the blood.
Done!
Without the excitement of killing ghosts, Li Changan now felt tired, scared and thankful.
He spent the night in a ruined temple, using his body as bait to attract evil spirits to appear.
This fire blunderbuss was entrusted to Wangzhi County to use the power of the government to drive good craftsmen to work overnight. The iron sand was also concocted with the ancestor's talisman left by the old Taoist.
Li Changan was fully prepared and waited for the evil spirit to come to his door.
It's funny that the ghost also made up a lie about the eldest lady getting lost. This could deceive the charm, but it couldn't deceive Li Changan.
Sure enough, after half a night's sleep, the ghost finally revealed its true colors.
But even so, Li Changan's gamble on life is extremely dangerous.
For example, the scene where he showed the portrait to the evil ghost on a book page was not deliberately showing off.
But at the critical moment, the fuse burned too slowly, so he had to use words to frighten the evil ghost to buy time. Fortunately, this ghost likes to turn into beautiful women and eat people, and he is very clever. If he encounters a reckless ghost, his body and head will be separated.
The one bleeding all over the ground was Li Changan himself.
After resting for a while, Li Changan struggled to get up.
He turned over and reached the altar. The first thing he saw was the painted skin spread by the evil ghost on the altar.
Out of curiosity, I couldn't help but touch it, and found it was delicate and smooth, just like...a girl's skin?
Human skin?!
His hands shook and he almost couldn't hold it. His expression changed a few times and he put the painting aside.
Li Changan no longer cared about it. He took out the yellow book and flipped through the pages carefully...
no change?
Li Changan was stunned.
The reason why he came to risk his life by the blue-skinned evil spirit was not because he hoped that this book would bring about any changes, or even send him back to his original world.
But now...
Li Changan didn't believe this evil, so he carefully checked the book inside and out.
What he didn't realize was that while he was searching, the evil ghost's body was slowly dissolving.
The corpse finally turned into a pool of thick blood.
Sudden.
The dizziness I felt for a month came back.
In his haste, he only had time to grab the human skin.
Wait until Li Changan comes to his senses.
Surrounding him was a simply furnished room, with a Simmons bed, wardrobe, desk and chairs. He turned on the switch on the bedside, and the fluorescent lamp came on, illuminating the entire room.
It was so ordinary and simple, but Li Changan was so excited that he jumped and screamed.
"I'm back!"
The door was knocked open and the uncle barged in aggressively.
"thief……"
After seeing clearly who was in the room, his expression suddenly turned to shock.
"Chang'an? When did you come back? How did you end up like this?"
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The ruined temple after Li Changan left.
The sky is slightly bright.
An old voice, deliberately lowered, sounded outside the temple.
"Brat?"
"Are you in there? Brat."
Then, a cautious figure flashed in.
The old Taoist carried a long sword and entered the ruined temple like a thief. At first sight, he saw blood all over the floor and scattered armor and ax blades.
……………………
Li Changan didn't know that Lao Dao was looking for him again, and he didn't know what Lao Dao would think when he saw the blood on the ground.
At this time, he was in front of Mr. Li's grave.
"Grandpa, please rest peacefully. I will come see you another day."
He kowtowed politely a few times, stood up and picked up a shovel.
There is a small pit that has just been dug next to the grave. In the pit is a yellow book wrapped in transparent tape.
He hesitated for a while, then finally swung the shovel.
Although the world over there, full of monsters, Taoism, and adventures, was magnificent and exciting, it was also full of misery and precariousness. In comparison, Li Changan still chose this ordinary, mediocre, but peaceful world.
I'm just sorry, Master.
Li Changan sighed softly and strode away.
But……
When fate strikes, it's like a heavy rain in the wilderness. Where can a humble mortal take refuge?