With this slash, along with the smashing of General Prajnadu'e, a large number of red-clad fire-wielding imps scattered again. Wei Hao sneered and suddenly whipped out a whip, with a "snap" sound, centering on himself, a huge circle formed around him.
Circle, kill all the imps on the spot.
The screams were endless, and the torches escaped the control of the kid in red and turned white again, no different from the ghosts they had saved before.
After a little counting, there were actually three to four hundred.
"Xiao Wang, lead them down the mountain."
"okay."
The dog regained its puppy appearance, barked, and drove a group of white ghosts down the mountain like sheep.
At this time, the sky had darkened. The hillside was originally lined with neat steps and winding steps, but the extremely fast battle just now destroyed all the mountain paths leading to the ancient temple of Prajna Temple.
Now going down the mountain is still quite bumpy.
Wang Zhaixing was jumping around in front, and from time to time he would jump up, either landing on rocks or among branches. When he saw a ghost leaving the team, he would jump over and call out twice to drive the ghost back to the team.
After that, continue on your way.
"You should also follow. That little black dog is my guest. He can tell the truth and identify the true identity. There are hundreds of cattle, horses and animals in Taiping Market Town. Which one is your true identity? You still need to count on him."
Wei Hao also released the ghost from the sword bag and urged him to follow the team quickly.
"Thank you so much, my benefactor, thank you so much..."
The ghost quickly knelt down and kowtowed, thanking him repeatedly.
Wei Hao waved his hand and saw that all the Buddha statues in the temple were in pieces, and he was surprised: "Since Prajna Temple is a Buddhist temple registered in Daxia, how come it doesn't even have any means to subjugate and eliminate demons?"
"My lord, the world was peaceful before. These monks are the officials in the imperial court. How many of them have great ambitions like the 'Fuchao Chuanlu'?"
Yingying appeared, poured Wei Hao a glass of osmanthus wine, then stood quietly aside with the plate in hand.
"makes sense."
He nodded and was about to go down the mountain when he heard a popping sound. Wei Hao looked up and saw that several books were slowly falling. He stretched out his hand to catch it and saw that there was a statue of Buddha on the cover, which was very solemn and solemn.
.
Looking at the handwriting again, it is neat and powerful, not a little bit better than his.
I just didn't know what kind of book it was. Wei Hao originally thought it was a Buddhist scripture, but when he opened it and looked at it, he was stunned.
"On the ninth day of the second lunar month, a pastry shop in Taiping Market Town pledged seventeen taels and twenty-eight yuan with principal and interest to his wife to work in the temple for two months..."
"On the 13th of February, the tenants of Bashiyan Village owe five dan and eight buckets of food. They are willing to mortgage their daughter for three months to support their spiritual practice..."
"On the eighth day of March, the king of Sanli Temple owed three hundred taels at the casino at the foot of the mountain. He used his family's paddy field to pay off the debt. The total..."
…
Every entry and every transaction is nothing thrilling or heart-wrenching, it's just a simple accounting.
Looking at another book, it is more or less the same, but there is an extra signature, it is "Zhiyuan", the chief disciple of Prajna Temple, and he also added an extra inscription and postscript to his account book.
"A good wife and a good field, a bad wife and a bad field, no wife and no field..."
This account book is not a manual account, but an account book for leasing fields under the name of Prajna Temple.
If you want to rent the high-quality paddy field from Prajna Temple, the tenant's wife should be pretty and have a good ability to make people happy. If the tenant's wife has an average appearance and average figure, then the rented land will be bad.
Many, watering may become a troublesome thing; but it is still better than those without a wife. For a poor man without a wife, even the lower-grade fields of Prajna Temple cannot be rented, so he can only rent them in
Doing odd jobs in the temple.
"Ha, not bad."
Wei Hao smiled and shook the account book in his hand, "It's pretty much the same as what I've seen before."
Yingying's fists were hardened when she saw it, and she glared at Wei Hao: "Ms. sir, these bald donkeys are so disgusting!!"
"Okay, they're all dead."
Pointing to the corpses of little ghosts on the ground, "Where do you think these 'palace ghosts' came from? And who judged the local bald heads? There is a sequence."
"Doesn't that mean someone is doing some heroic deeds?"
"Pull him down, that fellow is running very fast. If he really wanted to do something good, why would he be so courageous? He just killed the bald donkey in Prajna Temple to make it easier for him to hide his eyes from others. If he really wanted to do something good, why would he turn the people passing by into cows and horses?
brute?"
After Wei Hao finished speaking, he waved his hand and shattered the remaining Buddha statues and Bodhisattva statues. These clay sculptures were filled with construction waste, and the entire top of the mountain suddenly became empty.
"Get something and let's go."
"what?"
“The best of this hill.”
Stomping his foot, the mountain peak cracked slightly, and sure enough, a glowing bead flew out and landed in Wei Hao's hand.
"This is the essence of the mountain. I got one last time in Dry Bone Mountain."
After a brief explanation, Yingying knew there was such a story.
A lot of things happened during her visit to the East China Sea. There were two more maidservants who wanted to compete with her for a place to repay her kindness. But at last, Mr. Bai, that country boy, was not around, so my husband would not face him alone.
sister...
Fortunately, fortunately, as long as we stay together forever, we won't be afraid of the cheap maid from outside being happy first!
While he was thinking wildly, Wei Hao put the mountain spirit into his sword pouch, picked up Yingying and threw her on the horse, then led the horse to drink wine and went down the mountain slowly.
The mountain road was rugged and the walk was not fast, but there was a vast expanse of white ahead. The dogs drove the ghosts to the streets of Taiping Market Town, scaring the people so much that they closed their doors and allowed the ghosts to wander on the streets.
Wang Zhaixing was busy going to the livestock farm and found the pen for cattle, horses, pigs and sheep. After opening the pen door, he started barking and drove the animals out.
Then Gouzi asked the cows, horses, pigs and sheep to line up on one side of the street, and every time they barked, he called out a name.
"Ma Sankui, the fourth cow in the second row."
I saw the ghost hurriedly coming over and kowtowing: "Thank you, Master Dog! Thank you, Master Dog!"
Moo
The fourth cow in the second row was an honest big yellow cow, still chewing grass in its mouth. After coming out, a ghost walked towards the cow. As soon as a red light appeared, the big yellow cow began to transform.
The horns shrank back, the mouth became narrower, the hooves had toes, and the tail disappeared.
After a while, the big ox turned into an honest and honest farmer, who was a person from the neighborhood. His surname was Ma and his name was Sankui.
"Huang Youde, the eighth pig in the third row."
Another ghost came over and kowtowed: "Master Dog is so kind and kind, I will never forget it..."
The eighth animal in the third row was indeed a big black pig with outward-turned tusks and an upturned mane. After it came out, it coincided with the ghost and immediately transformed into a fat butcher with beards.
The butcher burst into tears and knelt on the ground to kowtow to Wang Zhaixing: "Master Dog, I just hope that Master Dog will pass by the small shop in the future. Just pick the ribs and chops, and take the meat of the hooves and plums as you like. Thank you Master Dog, thank you very much."
Mr. Dog, wuwuwuwuwuwu..."
Huang Youde cried hard. If it weren't for Lord Gou, how would he have a chance to survive?
I'm afraid that some of my colleagues tied and bled the pig, blew the pig's hair out, and then separated the pig's head, legs and feet, and let people pick on the eucalyptus board.
I almost made a dumpling and was eaten as wontons.
Gouzi ignored him and continued to roll his name. At that time, a street was divided into two sides. On one side were lost souls and on the other side were ignorant animals. Together, they actually became human beings again.