Chapter 76 Killing ghosts and fighting evil spirits
Author: Yunyouhaihai
Chapter 76 Killing ghosts and fighting evil spirits
"Pfft!"
A chuckle rang out, Jiang Gan looked towards the nun, and was stunned for a moment.
I saw the nun lowering her eyebrows and lowering her eyes, smiling and charming, and her big watery eyes seemed to be able to talk.
Seeing Jiang Gan's dumbfounded expression, the nun reached out her hand again and said softly: "Taoist Master, please come this way!"
Immediately afterwards, the nun walked through the corridor. Jiang Gan looked at the slim back, especially the slender waist that could be grasped in one palm, and felt a little crazy.
At this moment, the nun suddenly stopped. Jiang Gan behind him didn't pay attention, and his body directly bumped into her.
"snort!"
The nun let out a sweet moan, which was soft and charming, so charming that it made people commit crimes.
Jiang Qian's breathing became rapid, his eyes were full of fiery desire, and he stared at the nun's graceful figure.
"Tao, Taoist priest, the wing has arrived!"
The nun said in a stuttering tone.
Before she finished speaking, she covered her face and fled, running towards the nunnery.
After watching the nun leave, the obsession in Jiang Gan's eyes disappeared instantly, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
From the moment he saw the nun, Jiang Qian could see clearly with his Dharma-breaking eyes that this girl had a ghostly aura on her head and her teeth were showing.
The bronze Bodhisattva statue is even more weird. The golden Buddha light and the black mysterious aura are intertwined, and they are constantly fighting.
There is no doubt that neither the nun nor the bronze Bodhisattva statue is a kind person.
Of course, Jiang Gan also had to admit that the nun knew how to understand a man's psychology, and she was very charming and charming, but her innocent and shy appearance was very attractive.
Nuns, Zen halls, that kind of taboo, tsk tsk!
Not to mention those romantic customers, even Jiang Qian couldn't bear it. This is what an innocent person like him can think of!
A magical melody echoed in his mind, and Jiang Gan couldn't help but sing it.
"In the first watch, the little nun is sitting firmly in the meditation hall, holding the little wooden fish in her arms, worshiping the Buddha and offering incense."
"It's so desolate to be in a solitary temple, suffering all the time, chanting Amitabha, guarding the mud platform, and looking at the solitary lamp."
"Hateful father, resentful mother, what you do is ridiculous, curse me, fortune teller, you have a bad heart."
"He thought that I wouldn't survive until I was thirty-sixty-nine years old, so my second parents sent me to the temple."
"In the second watch, the little nun burst into tears..."
The melodious singing resounded throughout the Jialan Ancient Temple, making the nuns restless, ghostly, and with a fierce look on their faces.
I don't know how long it took for the nun to calm down. After dressing up carefully, she headed towards the wing where Jiang Gan was staying.
In the side room, Jiang Gan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes and concentrating, while the sound of jingling rings could be heard in his ears.
A moment later, there was a knock on the door, and a resentful voice rang out: "Taoist Priest, you are so happy!"
Jiang Qian touched his nose with some embarrassment and said awkwardly: "I feel something in my heart, I can't help it, please forgive me!"
"Taoist Priest, since you understand the slave's thoughts, why do you pretend to be serious?"
Before she finished speaking, the nun pushed open the wooden door of the side room, moved lightly, walked to Jiang Gan and sat down next to her. She exhaled like a orchid and said, "It's such a beautiful time, why don't we go to Wushan together?"
The nun's beautiful eyes were moving, and she was indescribably seductive. She smiled coquettishly and took off her clothes. Her skin was like mutton fat and jade, filled with musk, and astonishingly warm.
Jiang Gan smiled half-heartedly, looked down at the beauty in front of him, and chuckled:
"In an ancient temple deep in the mountains, a beautiful woman throws herself into his arms. This is a plot in a novel. Is this the first time I have encountered it since I started practicing Taoism?"
"whee!"
The nun covered her mouth and smiled softly. She seemed to be wrapped around her as if she was weak and boneless. She said in a pure and charming voice, "It's not too late. I will meet the slave family now."
"Yeah, it's not too late!"
Jiang Gan's lips curled up, and he chuckled, "Do you know, little master, what's written in the script?"
"Hey, I don't know!"
The nun snorted, her cheeks flushed. She bent down, stretched out her delicate hands, and was about to untie Jiang Gan's belt.
"The book says that when you meet a beautiful woman in an ancient temple on a deserted mountain, she is either a fox spirit or a ghost, or she is a strange painted skin, and the nature of your encounter is unknown!"
Jiang Gan's tone was faint and full of teasing.
The nun's delicate body stiffened, but she soon returned to normal, and said faintly: "Taoist Master, you really know how to joke!"
"Huh, who are you kidding me? Pindao has long seen that you are not human?"
Jiang Gan snorted coldly, swung out his right sleeve, wrapped it with huge strength, and hit the nun's charming face hard.
"ah!"
The Qiankun Heavenly Sleeve with a perfect level sealed the space when it attacked, making it impossible to hide. The nun was directly thrown away, her cheeks were red and swollen, and her soul was hurt, and she couldn't help but let out a scream.
"how?"
Jiang Gan stood up and said condescendingly.
His body seemed relaxed, but in fact he was on guard, guarding against the attack of the bronze Bodhisattva statue.
"Do I want you to die?"
The nun covered her red and swollen cheeks, her beautiful eyes no longer had the charming look just now, only a murderous intent.
In Jiang Gan's eyes, the nun's whole body was shrouded in a layer of blood-red evil aura, as condensed as substance.
At the beginning of the birth of ghosts, Yin Qi is born, which is the light ghost Qi, which is the basis for the existence of ghosts.
The ghosts that ordinary people turn into after death can only last for seven days before dissipating between heaven and earth.
If the ghosts transformed by practitioners after death can embark on the path of ghost cultivation, they can live another life.
Of course, if you can't help your greed as a ghost and suck the yang energy essence and blood of living people, the yin energy will become turbid, generate blood-red evil energy, and turn into a stream of fierce ghosts.
The sinister aura surrounding this nun is as condensed as real substance. One can imagine how many people have fallen under her pomegranate skirt.
"die!"
The nun's hair spread out from her bun and continued to grow wildly, winding towards the ginger stem.
At the same time, with a flutter of body, like a blue smoke, he arrived in front of Jiang Gan in the blink of an eye, with his fingernails glowing with a faint blue light, thrusting into Jiang Gan's head with a grin.
If he was penetrated, it would probably leave ten bloody holes in Jiang Gan's head and make him die on the spot.
Jiang Gan was well prepared. He first cast a golden light spell, and a golden light shield firmly protected him.
Then, with a thought, a black-yellow flame appeared out of thin air and burned towards the nun.
The overwhelming hair was the first to catch fire, burning fiercely. The terrifying flames made the nun's face change drastically, and the sense of crisis of death kept flooding into her heart.
Not caring to continue the attack, the nun swiped her nails and her long hair broke instantly.
However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, a black-yellow flame ignited from her body, burning her ghost body crazily.
This is the horror of the immortal fire. As long as it is contaminated a little, it will spread to the origin of the soul, making it almost impossible to destroy.
"Ah, Bodhisattva, help me!"
The nun screamed again, her face twisted, and she shouted for help.
"Why!"
A sigh came faintly, and the immortal fire in the nun's body disappeared instantly.
Jiang Gan only felt his scalp numbing, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he cursed secretly in his heart: "Damn it, I met the legendary Lao Yinbi!"