Suffering such a fright suddenly, Li Mu's whole body went cold and his heart stopped for a beat. He instinctively stepped back quickly and distanced himself from that grimace.
In the dark night, the ghost face grinned and suddenly blew forward.
Li Mu only felt a gust of cold wind on the pavement, as if his soul had been frozen. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't even take a simple step...
Li Mu realized that he had really encountered a ghost.
It's not the lowest level Yin spirit. This one is an evil ghost that can control Yin energy to attack...
Li Mu couldn't control his body. He watched the ghost approaching slowly, feeling extremely anxious. At this moment, he suddenly felt a warmth in his chest.
There was a paper charm given to him by Li Qing. Li Mu listened to her and kept it close to his body.
The warm current from the direction of his chest surged into his body, driving away the chill in his body and allowing him to regain control of his body.
Li Mu didn't hesitate at all, and ran towards the county government office as fast as he could in his life.
The phantom stood behind Li Mu, grinning and saying: "You can't run away..."
…
In the dark night, Li Mu ran desperately towards the county government office.
Even ghosts with a little bit of spiritual skills cannot be matched by ordinary people. Ordinary people have seven souls to protect their bodies. Most ghosts dare not approach them, but he has nothing.
What's more, being able to spit out yin energy to attack means that the opponent is at least a wraith-level evil spirit. Li Mu, who has just entered the world of cultivation, has no means to deal with it.
Even though he knew he was outmatched, Li Mu still underestimated the power of the ghost.
He only ran about ten steps before he felt cold all over again and couldn't move at all.
The ghost floated in front of him and said sadly: "I actually met a person without seven souls. Without seven souls, you won't live long. Today I swallowed your three souls to help me further my path...
…”
"Amitabha……"
Li Mu was anxious and struggling, when suddenly a Buddha's call came to his ears.
As the Zen sound entered his ears, Li Mu suddenly realized that he had taken control of his body again. He raised his head and looked ahead. Under the moonlight, a monk holding a bowl in his left hand and a Zen staff in his right hand was walking slowly towards this side.
Li Mu quickly ran to the monk's side. From the hand he used to break his dangerous situation, he could tell that this monk must have two skills, at least much more powerful than him.
When the ghost saw the monk, it showed a ferocious look on its face, and said grimly: "Where did this wild monk come from? How dare you ruin my good deeds!"
The monk leisurely said: "Amitabha, the poor monk Xuandu, comes from Jinshan Temple, and is not a wild monk."
The name Jinshan Temple sounded like an inexplicable sense of security, and Li Mu couldn't help but think of a white-robed monk who could pronounce "Mighty Heavenly Dragon" in his mind.
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew around, the temperature dropped sharply, and the ghost's voice became even more sinister: "I don't care if you are Jinshan Temple or Yinshan Temple. If you ruin my good deeds today, I will swallow your soul too!"
Li Mu was shaken by the sinister wind, but the monk's body remained motionless. He said compassionately: "People are humane, and ghosts have their own ways. You have stolen people's souls for your own cultivation, which is not tolerated by heaven. You have committed karma."
, it is better to let a poor monk save you once, eliminate your karma, and then you can be reborn in bliss..."
The ghost seemed to know that the monk was not easy to mess with. After screaming, a black mist suddenly burst out from its body, covering its figure. The black mist rolled unsteadily and spread outward at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, it
It shrouded Li Mu and the monk.
However, when the black mist was about to touch them, they seemed to have encountered some obstacle and could not move forward any further.
The monk held the alms bowl in one hand and the Zen staff in the other. He said disappointedly: "Do you really not want a poor monk to save you?"
"Then let's see if you have this ability!" A sharp voice came from the black mist.
The monk sighed, handed the alms bowl in his hand to Li Mu, and said, "Little donor, can you keep it for a while for me?"
The black mist was billowing. Li Mu had never seen such a formation before. His hard-earned second life was all tied to this monk.
He took the alms bowl without hesitation, but he didn't know what the material of the alms bowl was, and it was much heavier than he thought. Li Mu couldn't hold it firmly, and almost lost his grip. He picked it up with difficulty, not like a monk at all.
It's so easy to beg with one hand.
The monk held the Zen staff, looked at the black mist, and finally asked: "The poor monk will ask you again, will you let the poor monk save you?"
No sound came from the black mist, but it rolled more violently, and black claws condensed by the mist clawed at the monk and Li Mu.
The alms bowl in Li Mu's hand suddenly emitted a pale golden light, and the claws stretched out to him collapsed at the touch.
Li Mu looked at the monk again, and saw that the compassionate expression on his face was no longer there. Instead, he was a little angry. He grabbed the Zen staff with both hands and threw himself into the black mist.
Then, Li Mu heard a ping-pong sound in the black mist, as well as the monk's angry curses.
“If you don’t eat the toast, you’ll be fined with alcohol!”
"Old..., did the poor monk give you face?"
"Give me something you don't want!"
"Don't go out and inquire about my name, Xuandu. The poor monk wants to save you, but that is to give you face. No matter how many people ask the poor monk to save you, the poor monk will not save you. Don't be shameless..."
"For now, I will spare your life, but if you are still stubborn, I will make you lose your soul..."
…
Li Mu held the alms bowl with both hands and saw the black mist gradually subsided from the boiling and rolling state and dissipated...
The black fog dissipated, and the monk's figure appeared again. He held the Zen staff in one hand, and his expression of compassion returned to his face. He walked to Li Mu, took the alms bowl, and said with a smile: "Thank you, donor."
Li Mu swallowed his saliva and murmured: "No, you're welcome..."
The monk recited the Buddha's name again, "Amitabha, donor, don't worry, the evil ghost has been subdued by the poor monk, and the poor monk will use Buddha's Dharma to save it and guide it to the right path..."
After saying that, he turned around and left. He didn't take more than two steps. He seemed to remember something. He turned around, took off a string of Buddhist beads from his wrist, handed it to Li Mu, and said: "The poor monk observed that the donor has lost all his seven souls."
, but the physical body contains emotions of sorrow and joy, it should be a Taoist practice. However, the donor's magic power is weak and cannot suppress these evil monsters. This string of beads is given to the donor to protect the donor from being approached by ordinary evil monsters...
"
Only then did Li Mu react. He quickly took the beads and bowed, "Thank you, Master, for saving my life..."
"Amitabha, helping others is helping me..."
The monk's voice gradually became smaller and eventually disappeared completely.
Li Mu stood on the deserted street. The evil ghost was gone, the black mist was gone, and the monk was gone. If the string of beads hadn't been in his hand, he would have thought he had just hallucinated.
The evil ghost is real, the black mist is real, the monk is real, and he was the one who almost died.
Just a few days after arriving in this world, Li Mu once again experienced a dangerous life and death crisis. What he experienced tonight made him realize that he could not go on like this.
Without the Seven Souls, in the eyes of ghosts, he is a beacon that continues to shine.
Before the seven souls are condensed, what happened today is likely to happen again.
This time he happened to meet the monk and saw injustice on the road. What about next time, and the next time?
He can't have such good luck every time. He must ask Li Qing tomorrow if there is any way to quickly increase his strength so that if he encounters monsters and ghosts again next time, he will not have any power to fight back.
He took out the paper talisman from his chest. After what had just happened, the magic power contained in the paper talisman had been exhausted. Li Mu put it away, then put the string of beads on his wrist and walked towards home.
…
A sleepless night.
As soon as it got dark, Li Mu got up from the bed, washed briefly, and stood at the door to wait.
Li Qing has the habit of doing morning exercises. The street at the door is the only way for her to pass. However, it was foggy this morning. A few dozen steps away, there was a vast expanse of white. There was no pedestrian on the street, and no one knew about her.
Will you come again today?
Li Mu stood for a while, but before Li Qing came, the door to the courtyard next door opened.
The woman named Liu Hanyan poured a basin of dirty water at the door, but still did not give Li Mu a good look. After snorting coldly, she walked back to the house and closed the door heavily.
Li Mu had no intention of teasing her anger now. He was so frightened last night that he stayed up all night, fearing that some evil ghost would appear in front of his bed again. He sat on the stone steps at the door early in the morning, feeling sleepy.
Come.
I don't know how long it took, but he felt something in his heart. He slowly raised his head and saw a slender figure finally appearing in the dense fog that had gradually dissipated...
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Thanks to the leader of "Newspaper Seller" for the reward and the opportunity to sleep together.
