Han Muwan lay on the bed, closed her eyes tightly, and shivered.
She clenched the bedsheets under her body tightly with both hands, and because of too much force, the veins on the back of her hands squirmed like little snakes.
At this time, wisps of black mist suddenly came in through the cracks in the window and gradually gathered into one piece inside the house.
Then, a slightly hoarse man's laughter sounded in Han Muwan's ears.
The laughter was full of evil and a little bit malicious.
Han Muwan opened her eyes, her expression extremely frightened.
She subconsciously wanted to scream, but she felt as if her mouth was covered by someone, unable to open it, let alone make any sound.
The black mist condensed together and formed a gray-white bead the size of an egg.
Around the gray-white beads, black mist lingers.
Then, the lingering black mist gradually condensed into a black shadow, floating strangely in the air, and the gray-white beads were also wrapped in the black shadow.
Soon, a dark shadow appeared.
It was a man in his thirties, wearing a black suit, with a tall and straight posture and a handsome face.
However, his eyes were full of malice, which made Han Muwan shudder.
The black shadow halberd pointed at Han Muwan on the bed, and then pointed outward.
With a "hoo" sound, the quilt on Han Muwan flew out strangely.
Her pajamas also split open, revealing her fair body with graceful and attractive curves.
Han Muwan's eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw the black shadow rushing towards her with a ferocious smile.
At this time, the door was suddenly knocked open by someone from outside.
An old lady wearing a Taoist robe and a face with ridges rushed in from outside.
She held a long sword made of Bagua money in her right hand, and shouted angrily with the halberd finger of her left hand: "Beast, how dare you bully my disciple, this temple master will make you disappear into ashes today!"
The black shadow looked at the old Taoist nun, with fierce murderous intent in his eyes.
"Fu come!"
The old Taoist nun gave a sharp shout, grabbed a large number of charms from her arms with her left hand, and threw them towards the black shadow.
The sky was full of spells, and the hooded hood was turned towards the black shadow, which instantly burned and emitted faint golden light.
The black shadow covered his face with his hands and let out a painful roar.
Seeing this, the old Taoist nun disdained and sneered.
She tapped the ground quickly with her toes, rushed towards the black shadow like lightning, and stabbed with her sword.
The Bagua Money Sword shines brightly.
The black shadow roared, swung his left hand, lifted the still burning talisman above his head, and grabbed the Bagua Money Sword that was stabbed in front of him with his right hand.
The old Taoist nun's disdainful smile instantly settled on her face.
"Something is right."
The old Taoist nun snorted coldly, a bright red flame lit up between her eyebrows, and the Bagua Money Sword in her hand instantly scattered golden light.
A look of pain appeared on the black shadow's face, and black smoke rose from the right hand holding the Bagua Money Sword.
The old Taoist nun said sternly: "Let it disappear into ashes."
The black shadow roared angrily, and a red flame bloomed between his eyebrows.
However, the red flame between Heiying's eyebrows is slightly different from that of the old Taoist nun. There is a white flame in the center of the flame.
As the red flames between the brows lit up, the black shadow's right hand stopped smoking.
He exerted himself, and the old Taoist nun's Bagua Money Sword "dang-dang" broke into several pieces.
Then, the black shadow held a half-cut sword in his hand and stabbed the old Taoist nun.
The old Taoist nun gave a sharp scolding and formed a body-like protective aura in front of her.
The broken sword pierced the Gang Qi, making a muffled "thunk" sound.
The old Taoist nun's body-protecting Qi fluctuated violently.
The half of the dagger also shattered into a pile of metal slag with a "pop" sound, falling to the ground in a flurry.
Bang bang bang!
The black shadow punched the old Taoist nun's body-protecting Qi three times in succession.
The body-protecting Qi suddenly collapsed.
The old Taoist nun groaned, grabbed a handful of Bagua Money from her arms, held the Bagua Money in her palms with both hands, pinched it with both hands, and a Bagua Money Sword appeared in her palm again.
At this time, the shadow's fist struck in front of her again.
The old Taoist nun hurriedly raised the Bagua Money Sword with both hands to resist.
boom!
The black shadow punched hard on the Bagua money sword set up by the old Taoist nun.
With a crash, the Eight Diagrams Money Swords scattered in all directions.
Moreover, the black shadow's punch continued to exert force, and struck hard at the old Taoist nun.
The old Taoist nun's eyes flickered, and she raised her palm to meet the attack.
Bang!
Fists and palms exchanged.
The black shadow figure is erratic.
The old Taoist nun groaned and stumbled back, her face instantly turning pale.
She stabilized her body, raised her right arm, and a stack of spells appeared in her palm again.
The old Taoist nun was about to throw out the talisman in her hand, when she saw that the black shadow suddenly became illusory, turned into wisps of black mist, and disappeared.
She chased to the window, opened it, looked outside, and coldly snorted: "A small ghost cultivator dares to fight with the master of this temple. He is simply overestimating his own capabilities."
Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
The old Taoist nun raised her sleeve and wiped it without leaving any trace, then turned and returned to the bed.
She took out a spell from her arms and put it on Han Muwan's chest. Then she bit her finger and drew a complicated pattern on Han Muwan. Han Muwan jumped up from the bed and sat up.
"Master."
Han Muwan hugged the old Taoist nun and burst into tears.
The old Taoist nun in front of her is none other than her master, Taohua Temple Master Wenchen.
Wenchen stroked Han Muwan's hair and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."
She grabbed the quilt and put it on Han Muwan.
Han Junzhuo strode in from outside: "Master, is it solved?"
Wenchen said proudly: "Of course, he is just a small ghost cultivator."
Han Junzhuo asked: "Is he dead?"
Wenchen raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Although he is not dead, he is not far away from death. I seriously injured him, and he will definitely not come again in the future."
"That's good."
Han Junzhuo exhaled a long breath and said, "If this child had not told me earlier, otherwise she would have invited the viewer to come over earlier, and she would not have to suffer so much."
Wenchen said: "Girls can't express themselves, but that's understandable."
Han Junzhuo said: "It's getting late, the master of the temple should take a rest early."
Wen Chen nodded: "I am indeed a little tired."
Seeing Wenchen walking out with Han Junzhuo, Han Muwan said weakly: "Master, will that evil ghost really not come again?"
Wenchen paused on his feet and said expressionlessly: "Are you questioning your ability as a teacher?
Or are you questioning your teacher’s character?”
Han Muwan hurriedly said: "Disciple doesn't dare."
"How to speak?
Is this what your father usually teaches you?
No rules."
Han Junzhuo reprimanded and said to Wenchen: "Master Guanzhu, this girl is scared to death. Don't be as knowledgeable as her."
Wen Chen shook his head and stepped up to go out.
"Master."
Han Muwan called out and said weakly: "Disciple... Disciple, can I go to your room to sleep..."
Wenchen frowned and said, "I said everything is fine, but you can't believe my words?"