Three hundred and twentieth chapters low martial arts evil spirits
He trembled and said this somewhat absurd conclusion. But Sun Qingshi did not laugh. He said in a deep voice that the construction of the ancestral house in this village must have been guided by an expert. The two ends of the entire village are slightly tilted, the bottom is flat and the top is concave, but it looks like a coffin. The coffin.
If you put a coffin in the coffin, you will be promoted and make a fortune, so the fortune of your village will definitely be prosperous. But there is a prerequisite. The coffin door must be wide open, and the coffin must not be closed.
, once the coffin is closed, within a few days, this good situation will instantly turn into a serious situation with family destruction and death. And that house is right on the coffin lid, and this monster actually knows how to use Feng Shui to slow down the situation.
Move the coffin lid and look at the situation. I'm afraid that the coffin lid will be completely closed today and everyone in your village will die violently. Even if you run to the end of the world, you won't be able to escape this disaster.
Yu Guilin was shocked when he heard this. He knelt down and begged the living god to save the whole village with snot and tears.
Although Sun Qingshi understood that this monster could create such a movement, he was really not sure of how to conquer it. He was afraid that he would have to enlist the power of Qingquan Guanquan and set up a large array of demons to eliminate it. However, he saw that the lid of the coffin was about to be closed.
, I really had no time to ask for help, and if I stood by and watched, it was inconsistent with my Taoist heart, so I had to sigh, took out a transmission note, left some explanations to the master, burned it in the air, and then led Yu Guilin.
Walk down the mountain.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into Yujia Village, Yu Guilin staggered a few steps and fell to the ground twitching. Sun Qingshi understood that Yu Guilin's destiny had long been connected with Yujia Village. It coincided with the great changes in Yujia Village, and he, a mortal, could not bear the impact.
He was so angry that he fainted on the ground. If he could resolve the disaster in Yujia Village, Yuguilin would be fine. Otherwise, it would be a dead end sooner or later.
He kept walking towards the haunted house, but along the way he saw that the doors of every house in Yujia Village were closed. It was unknown whether the residents had moved away or died in the houses. He kept walking all the way to the north of the village, to the north.
On top of several big trees, facing the murderous house, dozens of people were hanged. They were single-clothed and single-pants, their legs straight, swaying strangely in the wind blowing from nowhere, miserable and terrifying.
Such a scene that seemed horrifying to ordinary people made Sun Qingshi, who had a strong sense of justice, furious. He took out a Bagua Demon-Suppressing Mirror, hung five copper coins strung together with red thread on his waist, and walked around for a few seconds.
He walked to the haunted house and kicked open the door.
Black smoke rushed out from inside the door, and a few meters in radius instantly turned into darkness. Compared with when Yu Sanduo came to investigate a few days ago, the noise was many times more cold and cold, and only the room could be vaguely seen.
The smoke filled the air and there was a lot of crying, like a hundred ghosts chirping together.
Sun Qingshi held a Taoist secret in his hand, and the magic mirror in his palm was an unknown magic weapon. Golden light suddenly shone in all directions, and the black mist that came towards his face dispersed in the light. He knew in his heart that it was a life-or-death situation, and there was no way to retreat. If his mind wavered,
, and was even more dead than alive, so he stepped into the door with a loud shout.
Almost the moment he stepped into the door, the door seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, and suddenly closed with a bang. The haunted house was instantly plunged into darkness.
The Bagua Mirror illuminated the surrounding area, dispelled the black fog, and revealed the entire room. In front of the shrine in the center of the room, there was a wooden table, which was supposed to be a plate for the three sacrifices. It was neatly placed.
There were several heads piled on top of each other, and the blood was still wet. When they were looked at by the demon mirror, they let out painful and feeble moans.
Sun Qingshi took a breath of cold air and was about to see what kind of evil demon was enshrined in the shrine. Unexpectedly, as soon as the Bagua Demon Suppressing Mirror shone on the shrine, the golden light suddenly turned into a miserable green. Under such light.
Next, even the image of a kind-hearted deity in the shrine suddenly became extremely weird.
The whole room instantly became gloomy in the pale green light and shadow, penetrating the heart and lungs.
Sun Qingshi was shocked. This Bagua Demon Suppressing Mirror is one of the rare treasures of Qingquan Temple. It has undergone such strange changes at this moment. Could it be that this demon that has not yet appeared has such power?
Before he could finish this thought, he heard a sudden clang from the demon mirror. Sun Qingshi's hand shook. He was startled. He picked up the demon mirror and took a look. He saw five scratches horizontally and vertically on the mirror, just like...
Something scratched the magic weapon with its sharp claws in an instant. But he didn't even see or sense anything.
The dark wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, like a storm approaching, and Sun Qingshi's heart felt cold. He had never heard of this ghost's magical power, and he was afraid that he would have to explain it here today.
But thinking about this, he felt a sense of righteousness in his heart and shouted: "What kind of monster is causing trouble here? Even if you are rampant today, sooner or later you will be eliminated by my Taoist power."
Perhaps this angry shout angered the ghosts in the haunted house. In an instant, black shadows flashed, and they were all ghosts with their heads lowered and wearing gray fierce clothes.
For a moment, there was a miserable wind and bursts of crying. These evil spirits raised their heads. For some reason, their eyes seemed to have been dug out, leaving only two bright red holes with two lines of blood hanging down. It was shocking.
Sun Qingshi's heart was already numb. He made a secret with his left hand and slapped his right hand. The five copper coins on his waist instantly spread out in the air and flew around him. At the same time, a circle of fire ignited out of thin air around him, making a zhezhe sound.
The heat is overwhelming.
Ghosts like darkness and hate light and heat. This fire inspired by the true Taoist method is exactly the restraint of ghosts.
As soon as the fire circle came out, the evil spirits around them took a step back in fear. But they still refused to leave and cried louder.
Among the cries, there was a sound of "pah, pah, pah", like the sound of a person's nails tapping the wooden board regularly.
Sun Qingshi was startled and heard that the sound came from the shrine next to him! He knew in his heart that he was distracted by the ghosts around him, but he relaxed his vigilance about the shrine next to him.
Fortunately, he still had the real fire to protect him, so he could still survive. Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked around. He saw an astonishingly pale hand protruding from the shrine!
The five fingers of that hand were extraordinarily long, with hook-like nails. Half of the dark red sleeves like the robes worn by actors were exposed at the wrists. They were suddenly thrust out with a biting cold wind. Sun Qingshi had no time to react, and the ghost hand was wearing something like this.
Ao Dao Jiazhen
The fire pinched Sun Qingshi's neck. Wherever the sinister wind passed by, Sun Qingshi's protective real fire was extinguished. At the moment when the real fire was extinguished, he saw clearly with horror that this shrine was actually the
A bright red upright coffin!
At this point, the entire haunted house returned to darkness, leaving only the cry of the evil spirit.
"Humph! Uncle, you tell the story so vividly, as if you witnessed it with your own eyes." Murong Aotian sneered, implying that the middle-aged man made up ghost stories.
The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at Murong Aotian lightly and said: "Did you know that there is a photo-taking technique in your family? You can use magic talismans to photocopy everything you see with your eyes and send it to others? Although Sun Qingshi is dead,
But before he died
All the encounters had been passed on to the master of Qingquan Temple through Taoist secrets. When the master saw the situation that day, he took a deep breath and thought to himself that even he was far from a match for such evil spirits, so he asked for help.
Being high up is destiny
Taixu Taoism is one of the sects, but when the masters of Taixu Taoism arrived at Yujia Village, they saw that Yujia Village, which used to be densely populated, had turned into a dead land, and the murderous house had long disappeared. According to the legend of the Taoist masters, that
fierce
The house is called the House of Thousand Corpses. It was originally a coffin made of ten thousand-year-old forest trees. It was used by evil ghosts to practice and kill people. The haunted house is a coffin, which is a large coffin outside the coffin. The shrine that Sun Qingshi saw was the practice of evil ghosts.
The actual coffin used.”
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the three people's eyes were all focused on the shrine. They saw that the shrine was nailed to the wall with a wooden board, and the kind-hearted deity on it seemed to be in awe under the background of the story just now.