I don’t know if the sudden fall of the plaque was caused by evil spirits and ghosts secretly causing trouble. I don’t know if Zhang Mo’s cold shout frightened the evil spirits in the temple, but it frightened him instead.
Before he could regain his senses, Zhang Mo had already begun to pinch his fingers and recite the mantra urgently, "The sun and moon are bright, the sky and the earth are clear, the order reaches the sky, the rain stops and the clouds disappear, the Supreme Dao Lord is as anxious as the law. The rain stops.
!”
At the same time as he finished reciting the mantra, Zhang Mo took out a piece of yellow paper talisman and threw it out. The talisman immediately turned into a small golden light and flew straight into the sky. As the golden light disappeared in the sky, the heavy rain that was originally falling around the temple was
It stopped instantly.
Zhang Mo can also chant the spells, but he has never used them before. Human energy is limited, and he will inevitably lose sight of the other. He has been immersed in martial arts, so he cannot avoid neglecting the practice of spells.
After the heavy rain stopped, Zhang Mo immediately jumped out. At the same time, he took out several talismans from his sleeves and recited the mantra again, "The star of the sky shines brightly, the edict is in the dark cao, the spiritual light shines, and the king of the Supreme Dao is as anxious as the law. He appears.
!”
At the same time as he finished reciting the mantra, several talismans came out of his hands. The talismans caught fire with the wind and flew everywhere. In the blink of an eye, they exploded in the air, producing green smoke. As the green smoke rose, a group of ferocious-looking imps appeared.
All over the front yard.
The sudden appearance of this group of little ghosts made me suddenly frightened. There were more than a dozen of these ghosts, all of them looked like children. Judging from their appearance, the older ones were only twelve or thirteen years old, and the younger ones seemed to be only five or six years old. I don’t know.
Is it because of the green smoke reflected by the talisman? All the little ghosts have green faces and fangs, and are ugly and ferocious.
Just when he was secretly wondering why these ghosts were all children, Zhang Mo had already pulled out his long sword. He held the sword in his left hand and slid the two index fingers of his right hand against the sword.
, the spirit increases the power, the Supreme Dao Lord is as anxious as the law."
As he recited the incantation, Zhang Mo's two fingers of his right hand also slid across the blade of the sword. The green-edged sword originally used to deal with evil people in the world instantly glowed with a light purple light. Zhang Mo spun around in the air, not waiting for the stunned kid to come back to his senses.
, he cut off the head of one of them with his backhand.
Ghosts are the souls of Yang people after death. Although they have died once, they can die again. The little ghost whose head was beheaded by Zhang Mo instantly disappeared and became invisible.
When the little ghosts saw their companions being killed, instead of being frightened, they bared their teeth and claws, roared angrily, and rushed towards Zhang Mo from all directions.
If it's a martial arts competition, Zhang Mo is naturally not his opponent, but when it comes to subduing demons and catching ghosts, he is a real novice. Especially when faced with a group of ghosts and ghosts, he has no time to recover and deal with it, but Zhang Mo often goes down the mountain and walks in the rivers and lakes.
, she had done similar things many times. Before the group of imps could rush in, she landed on the ground and used her strength to rush to the west. She killed two imps, then stepped on the west wall and rushed back, killing another one.
Until now, he has never come back to his senses. Before that, he thought there was only one ghost here, but he never thought that it was a group of ghosts, and they were the ghosts of a group of children. In addition, in his impression, the fate of lonely ghosts was miserable and pitiful.
I thought that these little ghosts were all violent and cruel ghosts.
Just when he was hesitating whether to step forward to help, an old voice suddenly came from the backyard, "Sure, please show mercy."
Hearing the voices in the backyard, Zhang Mo frowned slightly, and the long sword that was originally slashing at the kid's head turned sharply downwards, leaned down from the green bricks on the ground, and used the rebound force of the sword body to fall to his side.
As soon as Zhang Mo landed, a hunchbacked old man on crutches came quickly from the backyard and rushed towards those who were still there.
The kid who was grinning loudly yelled, "You are so blind, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of real people."
Seeing the hunchbacked old man, the group of kiddies gathered around him, but they did not restrain themselves and still stared at Zhang Mohe with ferocious eyes.
I didn't expect that the two sides would suddenly fight, and I didn't expect that Zhang Mo would be merciless. However, the hunchbacked old man standing under the gate in the backyard did not become angry and crazy because Zhang Mo killed several brats. Instead, he was terrified. "
Master, these children are all poor people. They have been gathering here for many years, but they have not done any harm to anyone. Please be merciful and let their souls linger from now on."
Zhang Mo did not relent because of what the other party said, but instead lowered his sword upside down and said in a cold voice, "The way of heaven is clear and the universe is clear. If you are an evil spirit, you should stay away from Yang people. If you are a ghost, you should go to the underworld."
The hunchbacked old man heard Zhang Mo's words and hurriedly bowed and said, "Sir, this Lingkong Temple was originally a mass grave. These poor children were all short-lived and miserable. It was not that they were unwilling to go and be reincarnated.
But the monks of this temple had previously set up an altar to confine themselves around the temple. The monks originally wanted to escape their resentment and violence within this confinement, but they never thought that something unexpected happened to the temple, and the monks left in a hurry.
, which is why they can only stay here."
The hunchbacked old man finished speaking, but Zhang Mo did not answer.
Seeing this, the hunchbacked old man hurriedly said to the kid around him, "You are blind and bumped into the real person. Why don't you kowtow to the real person to apologize?"
Hearing the words of the hunchbacked old man, the group of little ghosts put away their ferocious faces, fell to the ground, and kowtowed to Zhang Mo.
Zhang Mo ignored these little devils, but looked coldly at the hunchbacked old man, then looked up at the towering tree in the backyard, which was a large locust tree with lush branches.
"It's fate that we met. The real person is very kind and compassionate," the old man with a hunchback bowed and said. "I also ask the real person to forgive these children, leave their souls alive, release the imprisonment left by the previous monks, and save them for reincarnation."
"What made you become a spirit? How many years have you been practicing?" he asked in a cold voice.
The hunchbacked old man's complexion changed greatly when he heard this, but he immediately returned to normal, "Returning to the real person, the old man is a human being transformed from grass and trees, and he has lived in vain for eight hundred years."
"Are you really not doing evil or harming anyone?" Zhang Mo asked again.
"Absolutely not," the hunchbacked old man shook his head repeatedly, "I am no better than a stranger. I cannot leave this place. I have been living with these children all these years and have never killed anyone."
The hunchbacked old man finished speaking, but Zhang Mo didn't say anything and asked again.
He wasn't sure whether what the hunchbacked old man said was true or not, but the ferocious faces of those little ghosts made him doubtful. He didn't know whether these little ghosts were pitiful, but it was true that they were extremely ferocious.
Feeling suspicious, he looked at Zhang Mo with questioning eyes. Zhang Mo knew he was looking at him, so he whispered, "This old demon has been practicing Taoism for two thousand years, far more than eight hundred years."
Listening to Zhang Mo's words, I knew that things were going to be difficult to resolve today, because no matter what the reason or the reason, lying was a sign of hypocrisy and an insult to the other person's mind.
"There are many dead branches in the locust tree," Zhang Mo said in a low voice. "It has experienced at least three thunder catastrophes before, and they were all thousand-year catastrophes."
"What exactly does it want to do?" asked.
"It wants to trick us into helping it unlock the imprisonment left by the previous monk..." I don't know if the sudden fall of the plaque is caused by evil spirits and ghosts, and it is not known whether Zhang Mo's cold shout shocked the evil spirits in the temple.
On the contrary, it startled him.
Before he could regain his senses, Zhang Mo had already begun to pinch his fingers and recite the mantra urgently, "The sun and moon are bright, the sky and the earth are clear, the order reaches the sky, the rain stops and the clouds disappear, the Supreme Dao Lord is as anxious as the law. The rain stops.
!”
At the same time as he finished reciting the mantra, Zhang Mo took out a piece of yellow paper talisman and threw it out. The talisman immediately turned into a small golden light and flew straight into the sky. As the golden light disappeared in the sky, the heavy rain that was originally falling around the temple was
It stopped instantly.
Zhang Mo can also chant the spells, but he has never used them before. Human energy is limited, and he will inevitably lose sight of the other. He has been immersed in martial arts, so he cannot avoid neglecting the practice of spells.
After the heavy rain stopped, Zhang Mo immediately jumped out. At the same time, he took out several talismans from his sleeves and recited the mantra again, "The star of the sky shines brightly, the edict is in the dark cao, the spiritual light shines, and the king of the Supreme Dao is as anxious as the law. He appears.
!”
At the same time as he finished reciting the mantra, several talismans came out of his hands. The talismans caught fire with the wind and flew everywhere. In the blink of an eye, they exploded in the air, producing green smoke. As the green smoke rose, a group of ferocious-looking imps appeared.
All over the front yard.
The sudden appearance of this group of little ghosts made me suddenly frightened. There were more than a dozen of these ghosts, all of them looked like children. Judging from their appearance, the older ones were only twelve or thirteen years old, and the younger ones seemed to be only five or six years old. I don’t know.
Is it because of the green smoke reflected by the talisman? All the little ghosts have green faces and fangs, and are ugly and ferocious.
Just when he was secretly wondering why these ghosts were all children, Zhang Mo had already pulled out his long sword. He held the sword in his left hand and slid the two index fingers of his right hand against the sword.
, the spirit increases the power, the Supreme Dao Lord is as anxious as the law."
As he recited the incantation, Zhang Mo's two fingers of his right hand also slid across the blade of the sword. The green-edged sword originally used to deal with evil people in the world instantly glowed with a light purple light. Zhang Mo spun around in the air, not waiting for the stunned kid to come back to his senses.
, he cut off the head of one of them with his backhand.
Ghosts are the souls of Yang people after death. Although they have died once, they can die again. The little ghost whose head was beheaded by Zhang Mo instantly disappeared and became invisible.
When the little ghosts saw their companions being killed, instead of being frightened, they bared their teeth and claws, roared angrily, and rushed towards Zhang Mo from all directions.
If it's a martial arts competition, Zhang Mo is naturally not his opponent, but when it comes to subduing demons and catching ghosts, he is a real novice. Especially when faced with a group of ghosts and ghosts, he has no time to recover and deal with it, but Zhang Mo often goes down the mountain and walks in the rivers and lakes.
, she had done similar things many times. Before the group of imps could rush in, she landed on the ground and used her strength to rush to the west. She killed two imps, then stepped on the west wall and rushed back, killing another one.
Until now, he has never come back to his senses. Before that, he thought there was only one ghost here, but he never thought that it was a group of ghosts, and they were the ghosts of a group of children. In addition, in his impression, the fate of lonely ghosts was miserable and pitiful.
I thought that these little ghosts were all violent and cruel ghosts.
Just when he was hesitating whether to step forward to help, an old voice suddenly came from the backyard, "Sure, please show mercy."
Hearing the voices in the backyard, Zhang Mo frowned slightly, and the long sword that was originally slashing at the kid's head turned sharply downwards, leaned down from the green bricks on the ground, and used the rebound force of the sword body to fall to his side.
As soon as Zhang Mo landed, a hunchbacked old man on crutches came quickly from the backyard and rushed towards those who were still there.
The kid who was grinning loudly yelled, "You are so blind, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of real people."
Seeing the hunchbacked old man, the group of kiddies gathered around him, but they did not restrain themselves and still stared at Zhang Mohe with ferocious eyes.
I didn't expect that the two sides would suddenly fight, and I didn't expect that Zhang Mo would be merciless. However, the hunchbacked old man standing under the gate in the backyard did not become angry and crazy because Zhang Mo killed several brats. Instead, he was terrified. "
Master, these children are all poor people. They have been gathering here for many years, but they have not done any harm to anyone. Please be merciful and let their souls linger from now on."
Zhang Mo did not relent because of what the other party said, but instead lowered his sword upside down and said in a cold voice, "The way of heaven is clear and the universe is clear. If you are an evil spirit, you should stay away from Yang people. If you are a ghost, you should go to the underworld."
The hunchbacked old man heard Zhang Mo's words and hurriedly bowed and said, "Sir, this Lingkong Temple was originally a mass grave. These poor children were all short-lived and miserable. It was not that they were unwilling to go and be reincarnated.
But the monks of this temple had previously set up an altar to confine themselves around the temple. The monks originally wanted to escape their resentment and violence within this confinement, but they never thought that something unexpected happened to the temple, and the monks left in a hurry.
, which is why they can only stay here."
The hunchbacked old man finished speaking, but Zhang Mo did not answer.
Seeing this, the hunchbacked old man hurriedly said to the kid around him, "You are blind and bumped into the real person. Why don't you kowtow to the real person to apologize?"
Hearing the words of the hunchbacked old man, the group of little ghosts put away their ferocious faces, fell to the ground, and kowtowed to Zhang Mo.
Zhang Mo ignored these little devils, but looked coldly at the hunchbacked old man, then looked up at the towering tree in the backyard, which was a large locust tree with lush branches.
"It's fate that we met. The real person is very kind and compassionate," the old man with a hunchback bowed and said. "I also ask the real person to forgive these children, leave their souls alive, release the imprisonment left by the previous monks, and save them for reincarnation."
"What made you become a spirit? How many years have you been practicing?" he asked in a cold voice.
The hunchbacked old man's complexion changed greatly when he heard this, but he immediately returned to normal, "Returning to the real person, the old man is a human being transformed from grass and trees, and he has lived in vain for eight hundred years."
"Are you really not doing evil or harming anyone?" Zhang Mo asked again.
"Absolutely not," the hunchbacked old man shook his head repeatedly, "I am no better than a stranger. I cannot leave this place. I have been living with these children all these years and have never killed anyone."
The hunchbacked old man finished speaking, but Zhang Mo didn't say anything and asked again.
He wasn't sure whether what the hunchbacked old man said was true or not, but the ferocious faces of those little ghosts made him doubtful. He didn't know whether these little ghosts were pitiful, but it was true that they were extremely ferocious.
Feeling suspicious, he looked at Zhang Mo with questioning eyes. Zhang Mo knew he was looking at him, so he whispered, "This old demon has been practicing Taoism for two thousand years, far more than eight hundred years."
Listening to Zhang Mo's words, I knew that things were going to be difficult to resolve today, because no matter what the reason or the reason, lying was a sign of hypocrisy and an insult to the other person's mind.
"There are many dead branches in the locust tree," Zhang Mo said in a low voice. "It has experienced at least three thunder catastrophes before, and they were all thousand-year catastrophes."
"What exactly does it want to do?" asked.
"It wants to trick us into helping it unlock the imprisonment left by the previous monk..."