Chapter 15 When the world comes together, the power of heaven and earth is the same
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Wang Fu snorted coldly and threw his clothes heavily on the ground.
"Xiao Fu'er, Xiao Fu'er."
The sound was eerie and eerie, like a ghostly fire in the wilderness, making people's hair stand on end.
"Hoo ho!"
Although the doors and windows were closed, a strong wind blew from somewhere, causing the flames of the incense candles on the altar to be messy, and the original warm flame turned into a green color.
"Old ghost, do you think that this will make me afraid of you?"
Wang Fu became more and more confident. The fight just now emboldened him to recognize the reality that the master of the Taoist temple was fierce in appearance and soft in heart.
A truly powerful evil spirit can kill a person in one go without any pretense.
The master of the Taoist temple behaved like this, obviously because he was extremely weak, and was trying to intimidate Wang Fu so that he would collapse, give up resistance, and let others slaughter him.
"Cough cough cough!"
Familiar coughing sounds surrounded the surroundings, one after another at the beginning, and eventually evolved into being besieged on all sides.
The floor above his head and the surrounding wall tiles all made a sickly coughing sound.
In this situation, it is like the Taoist master is everywhere.
"Old ghost, if you really take me for granted, there's nothing you can do about it?"
Wang Fu pointed his finger toward his forehead, closed his eyes tightly and opened them. The surface of his pupils seemed to be coated with light.
"open!"
As soon as the Dharma Eyes were opened, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.
Wang Fu took a breath of cold air. Where was the owner of the Taoist temple? He had already integrated into the Taoist temple building.
This dilapidated Taoist temple has changed from the crumbling and dilapidated appearance of the past, turning into a huge monster made of bones and flesh and blood. On the surrounding walls, faces with painful expressions are constantly struggling and wailing, turning into evil ghosts to strengthen their own nutrients.
The core of the evil ghost's body is still entrenched on the statue and controls the entire Taoist temple.
“Ghostland!
Wang Fu finally understood the sinister intentions of the owner of the Taoist temple. He used the Taoist temple as his body and turned the internal space into a ghost realm.
In the ghost realm, reality and illusion are confused and confused. Coupled with the wails of innocent ghosts, the slightest lack of determination will drive you crazy.
"Wait until I poke out these ghost eyes."
Wang Fu drew out a burst of magic power, attached it to the candlestick, and threw it away.
The candlestick tumbled and flew into the air, targeting the clay statue of the god.
Suddenly, the statue grinned, and the dirt and dust fell.
"Xiao Fu'er, you are amazing. You even managed to hide it from me. You revealed your secrets without saying a word."
As soon as he finished speaking, the candlestick hit the statue. Infused with mana, the force was so powerful that it smashed the clay statue's head to pieces on the spot. "Clang!"
The candlestick fell to the ground and was flattened on the spot, leaving a headless statue on the base directly in front of the altar.
"Xiao Fu'er, amazing."
In the main hall of the Taoist temple, the echoes were everywhere, continuous and continuous, like a seriously ill person feeling weak.
What Wang Fu saw with his eyes was that the moment before the candlestick hit, the old ghost escaped from the core of his body and was not hit.
Sure enough, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
Looking back at the confrontation just now, it was incredibly smooth. Sure enough, the candle of fate had burned out all the bad luck. It was smooth sailing at the moment, with no twists and turns.
Where's the old ghost?
The opponent's life candle was continuously filled with eight doom wax beads, dyeing it gray-black.
This is not enough!
It is necessary to speed up the burning of the opponent's life fire and let all the bad luck explode instantly. Only then can Wang Fu have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
Wang Fu was certain that his performance just now would soon create the desired situation.
"Little Fu'er, I am more and more sure that you are the perfect house gifted to me by God."
The Taoist temple owner's voice was vague and uncertain. Although he was tracked by Dharma Eyes, he wandered around the walls and roof of the Taoist temple, making it difficult to trace his specific whereabouts.
The evil ghost was cunning and calculated, and concluded that Wang Fu's magic power was weak and could not last too long. When his magic eye was closed, he would take the opportunity to jump out.
"I'm leaving!"
Wang Fu said nothing, turned around, rushed to the main hall door, pushed it open and walked out.
Since you won't see me face to face, I won't accompany you anymore and leave.
Only fools are playing guerrilla warfare with you in your territory.
However, when the wooden door is opened, what is in front of you is not the vast sea and sky outside, but...the backyard.
Wang Fu opened his Dharma eyes and saw that it was not an illusion, but a real backyard.
This old ghost has turned the Taoist temple into a maze from which he can't get out.
"Xiao Fu'er, why don't you go in?
The master of the Taoist temple urged from behind, showing the cruelty of a cat playing with a mouse.
In the ghost realm, he is the god who dominates everything!
Wang Fu stopped, knowing that if he couldn't kill this old ghost, there would be no hope of escape.
The attempt failed, but he was not discouraged, instead a smile appeared on his lips.
The opportunity you had been waiting for finally came.
It turned out that just now the owner of the Taoist temple operated the ghost realm and moved the backyard outside the door so that Wang Fu could see the dawn.
The other party's Life Fire Candle suddenly burned a large section, and the outer layer of the green will-o'-the-wisp turned pitch black.
Bad luck started to work.
It is conceivable that the more the master of the Taoist temple exerts force, the more intense the fire of life will burn, the more violent the misfortune will occur, and the faster he will die. And what he wants to do is to speed up this process.
"Little Fuer, struggling in vain is useless. The best option is to just wait for death."
The owner of the Taoist temple did not know that the disaster was coming, and thought he had a chance to win, so he spoke to deceive Wang Fu.
Before the old ghost noticed it, a black cloud shrouded his head, as black as charcoal, which was really an ominous sign.
"It's almost time, Xiao Fu'er goes to the altar."
The old ghost spent a lot of money this time, using his little remaining power to activate the changes in the ghost realm.
The scenery in front of Wang Fu was distorted, and the ground under his feet was shortening inch by inch. Even though he stood still, the altar still moved closer to his feet. "Dong, dong, dong!"
Wang Fu's heart was beating very fast, and the situation was dangerous, but he could see that when the old ghost cast the spell like this, the life fire burned faster and faster, and the bad luck began to enter an explosive period.
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound fell above the Taoist temple, muffled, as if coming from extremely high and extremely thick clouds.
Wang Fu smiled, and it turned out to be thunder.
The master of the Taoist temple was about to seize Wang Fu's body in one go, but something unexpected happened.
There was thunder.
It is now autumn and winter, and there is little rain. How could there be thunder?
"Shang Xie, I want to know you and have a long life.
The mountains have no edges, the rivers are exhausted, thunders tremble in winter, rains and snows in summer, heaven and earth are united, so I dare to be with you."
In this poem, what can be compared with winter thunder? The river dries up, the sky and the earth merge, and it snows in June.
Thunder in autumn and winter is an extremely abnormal phenomenon.
The old ghost chose this season because he was sure there would be no thunderstorm season. After all, as a ghost, he is most afraid of thunder.
Now, Wang Fu was on the altar, reduced to a lamb to be slaughtered. When he was about to take action, there was a thunder.
The thunder was faint and continuous, and it was not a one-time deal.
What are you afraid of?
The owner of the Taoist temple thought to himself, how could he be so unlucky that an abnormal celestial phenomenon that is rare in a century would appear just when good things were about to happen?
If Wang Fu could hear his inner voice, he would laugh like a pig, right! If you are unlucky, I will be lucky.
Thunder is the most yang and strong, and it is the natural nemesis of evil spirits and evil spirits.
The old ghost wants to snatch the body of a living person, which is even more unforgivable. The appearance of thunder from the sky means that his end is approaching.