The fight between the prodigal and the middle-aged man caused the female ghosts to flee the cave one after another and wait silently outside this mass grave, not daring to stay away or go in to help.
It feels like gods are fighting and fish in the pond are suffering.
On the old locust tree with a crooked neck, the old bird stopped calling, but the night wind became stronger.
The paper money floating in the wind tells someone's sorrow.
The entire mass grave suddenly fell silent, and even the sound of insects disappeared.
Yin energy is permeating the air, ghost energy is rising, the stars and the moon are hidden, only the pale green will-o'-the-wisps sway in the wind, and become brighter.
"Xiao Qiuniang, I never thought that Mr. Mo is actually a cultivator. Don't think too much about it. That kind of people and our kind... are people from two different worlds after all."
Xiao Qiuniang lowered her head and said nothing, but the sadness between her eyebrows faded a lot.
At this moment, a figure came to the top of the mountain with a few flashes of light from far to near.
The neat blue Taoist robe, the neat and simple Taoist bun, is worn with a wooden hairpin, and carries a magic sword on his back, giving him an air of immortal Taoism.
On his shoulders, there is a small man as big as a palm standing.
"Is your master here?" the young Taoist priest asked.
Without waiting for the villain to answer, when he saw these female ghosts, the young Taoist priest couldn't help but sigh, "I hope Junior Brother Jun will be fine! I'm really ashamed that I was tricked by that evil spirit!"
When the female ghosts saw the young Taoist priest, they were like mice seeing a cat. They shrank aside and trembled. They all bowed to him and said, "Please, Taoist Master, save the slave family..."
Only Xiao Qiuniang said: "Please Taoist Master, please go and save Mr. Mo!"
"Master Mo?" The young Taoist priest's lips twitched, he nodded, and said: "Take me into it, and then Pindaoding will cast a spell to save you, and chant sutras for you to transcend."
"Taoist Master, please follow me!" Xiao Qiuniang turned around and took the lead.
So, a group of female ghosts led the young Taoist priest and the palm-sized man standing on the young Taoist priest's shoulders into the mass grave.
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In the underground cave, the prodigal thought he was certain to die.
Who would have thought that after the black mist enveloped him, before it could invade his body, it was absorbed by something in the small purse at his waist, causing his waist to shine brightly.
He casually took out the object, looked at it blankly, and thought to himself: Isn't this the useless stone bead that Senior Brother Mu Jiuge gave me? It was polished with spiritual power, nourished by spiritual consciousness, and refined with blood. It was all ineffective. I didn't expect it.
It can actually swallow this unknown terrifying and evil power. What the hell is this?
But no matter what, this ghost thing saved his life here.
Looking at this round stone bead, which looked like a pebble with a rough surface, the prodigal fell into deep thought and thought of many things in an instant.
The black mist seemed to feel that it had encountered its biggest nemesis and wanted to retreat, but was helplessly pulled towards it by the stone beads.
In the end, Black Mist chose to cut off the strong man's wrist, giving up part of his strength, and then used the remaining strength to wrap up the middle-aged man and shrink back quickly.
Both the prodigal and the middle-aged man thought that the black mist wanted to save the middle-aged man.
But before it arrived, the middle-aged man's screams soon came from the black mist.
The black mist rolled, as if someone was fluttering in it.
But not long after, the billowing black mist gradually calmed down.
Bah...
A mass of flesh and blood fell from the black mist and fell into the blood pool. The blood pool splashed with blood and returned to calm.
The middle-aged man never figured out until his death why the great mysterious existence he had served for many years dragged him to make up for the lack of a mere Yin spirit blood food!
He thought to himself: We are in the same group!
Seeing this situation, the prodigal thought for a moment, then stood up and rushed towards the blood pool. Holding the stone beads in his hand, he lay down on the edge of the blood pool and directly inserted his hand into the blood pool.
Sure enough, the mysterious evil power in the blood pool gathered towards the stone bead in his hand.
After some fighting, Black Mist had no choice but to retreat.
boom……
The strange statue exploded instantly, and most of the black mist disappeared completely. It was unknown where it came from and where it was going. Only a small amount of the black mist was absorbed by the stone bead in his hand.
Finally, after absorbing the evil power, the stone bead suddenly cracked, and the outer layer of stone skin fell off, revealing a crystal clear small gourd about three inches high inside.
Inside the small gourd, a wisp of black mist was struggling, but it couldn't break free.
Seeing this scene, the prodigal was stunned.
At this moment, the prodigal felt his spiritual crystal doll clone approaching, and at the same time, a ray of divine consciousness swept towards him, waking him up from his daze.
He shook off the blood in his hands and put the small gourd into the small bag at his waist. However, the small gourd could not fit into the small purse, so he could only stuff it into his sleeve pocket.
At the same time, I cursed in my heart: I didn’t come earlier, I didn’t come late, but I came at this time. It is probably the result of the exaggerated urging of the spiritual crystal doll I left behind. How should I explain my good luck now? Does this count as my fault?
Did you trick yourself? Stab yourself in the back?
boom……
Before he could think of how to respond, a sound came from the passage.
He looked toward the sound and saw gravel flying, and someone shouted in the passage: "Junior Brother Jun, Junior Brother Jun... are you okay!"
"Mo Changgeng, do you want to kill me?" The prodigal suddenly had an idea and shouted at the young Taoist priest who ran in with a group of female ghosts. He wanted to be the first to complain.
Then he casually took back the spiritual crystal doll on the shoulder of young Taoist priest Mo Changgeng.
"I, Jun Buqi, just want to pay my grandfather three years of mourning in peace and contentment, so you assigned me such a deceptive task. If it weren't for good luck, I would be fifty-two years old!"
"Ahem, didn't this happen in junior brother's hometown, Ning County? And, didn't senior brother ask you to wait for senior brother to come back first... Well, it's senior brother's fault, it's senior brother's fault..."
Seeing Jun Buqi giving him a stern look, looking like he was going to explode, Mo Changgeng immediately gave up the idea of making excuses, "I'm really ashamed, senior brother was accidentally tricked by that evil spirit and mistakenly entered a righteous village.
I was trapped by the formation and was delayed for less than half an hour."
Jun Buqi continued to stare at him.
The young Taoist priest laughed, stepped forward, glanced at Jun Buqi up and down, coughed lightly and said, "Junior brother, just be fine! But having said that, senior brother is indeed right. Junior brother is really a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, with a heart full of justice.
When senior brother returns to the mountain after dealing with the evil spirit, I will definitely ask for credit for him."
Please take credit for me?
Invite your sister!
With your request, wouldn’t I have to waste more time talking?
Jun Buqi cursed secretly and said: "You can pull me down! If this news about you being tricked by the demon comes to the ears of your petty brother, you won't be enough for him to complain about!"
"Ahem, Junior Brother Jun, although the eldest brother is indeed a little bit like that, as a junior brother, you still have to maintain the respect, otherwise he will dare to punish you."
"He, Mo Tianxing, is just the senior brother of your Danding Peak, not the senior brother of Discipline Peak. Why should he punish me, a disciple of Broken Sword Peak? Although my cultivation level is relatively low and I am not well received by my master, but
That's not something anyone can criticize. If it weren't for the fact that you are usually upright and aboveboard and a hundred times better than your big brother, I would have ignored you!"
Jun Buqi said, taking out a piece of animal skin that was riddled with corrosion, "Here, this is the price for killing evil spirits this time, you have to compensate me."
"Okay, all of this is easy to talk about, but what about the thief who harmed others?"
Jun Buqi pointed at the bloody corpse in the blood pool and said: "Sacrifice to the evil, and finally suffer the evil, and it becomes like this. Fortunately, you arrived in time, I guess I felt your arrival,
So let this evil escape first!"
Jun Buqi gave the credit to Mo Changgeng and asked, "By the way, he said his name is Huang Zhou. Do you know this person?"
At this time, Xiao Qiuniang, the woman in pink clothes behind Mo Changgeng, stood up and said, "Master...he, his name is not Huangzhou, his name is Yu Xiu."
Sure enough, he is not an honest person!
Jun Buqi cursed secretly, completely forgetting that the name he reported belonged to someone else.
Mo Changgeng frowned slightly, looked at Jun Buqi, and said: "Junior brother Jun, if you meet a papermaker named Huang in the future, he looks skinny and has a big black mole on his mouth. With your current appearance,
Because, it's best to stay away. Although senior brother doesn't know this Yu Xiu, senior brother has fought against him in Huangzhou more than 20 years ago. Although his cultivation level is not high, he can give paper people with one hand.
The heretical technique of adding eye-catching details is used quite mysteriously..."
Jun Buqi nodded slightly, and finally asked: "Do you know what kind of evil existence this statue is? Green face, fangs, three eyes, eight arms and nine snake tails..."
Mo Changgeng shook his head and said: "It is said that when the world was first divided, there were countless evil creatures. Today, they can be said to be ancient and mysterious existences. No one knows how many types of these things there are. They suppress them.
There is no end to it, and there is no end to its destruction. As long as people silently recite some ancient spells in their hearts, they can communicate with them. They claim to be everywhere and omnipotent..."
"But pull it down! If we really want to be omnipotent, what else will we humans have to do now?"
Hearing this, Mo Changgeng nodded and said: "Junior brother's words are not unreasonable, but these ancient and mysterious evil spirits are indeed difficult to deal with. They come and go without a trace, which is very strange."
After a pause, he continued: "After you have fulfilled your filial piety for your grandfather and returned to the clan, you will probably go to the Ten Thousand Poison Forests for training. There are often evil spirits there. When the time comes, you must not underestimate them.
But then again, how did Junior Brother escape from the murderous hands of this mysterious evil? Senior Brother, I don’t believe that this evil man ran away after sensing Senior Brother’s arrival.”
"Whether you believe it or not, the facts are right in front of you. Also, don't always talk to me like an old woman."
Jun Buqi said with some disgust, and at the same time changed the subject, "Let's not talk about other things, you first compensate me for this set of twenty-eight constellations sword formation! By the way, there are also twenty-two high-level magic swords..."
"Junior brother, those of yours are obviously elementary magic swords."
Sure enough, Mo Changgeng was once again diverted by Jun Buqi.
"Oh! Sorry, it's an intermediate magic sword. I said it wrong."
"..." Mo Changgeng looked at Jun Buqi with some resentment, as if to say: Junior brother, you can even deceive an honest person like me, do you still have a conscience?
Jun Buqi, who felt uncomfortable looking at Mo Changgeng's resentful little eyes, couldn't help but bared his teeth and said: "Forget it, forget it, it's unlucky for me to meet you. The junior magic sword will be the junior magic sword! What kind of credit does that have?
Yes, I don’t want it, lest you be scolded by your elder brother..."
"I knew Junior Brother Jun was a good person!" Mo Changgeng smiled like an aunt.
When Jun Buqi saw this, he couldn't help but said, "But, this guy's property belongs to me. Although it was scared away by you, I was the one who contributed before."
"No problem!" Mo Changgeng nodded, and then sighed: "I knew that junior brother must be more powerful than usual, they still don't believe it..."
"..."
The corner of Jun Buqi's lips twitched involuntarily. He didn't want to pay attention to this senior brother who was a decent man and had outstanding brain power. He turned around and reached out towards the blood pool to grab it.
A small purse flew up from the blood pool and was caught in his hand.
With a surge of spiritual power in his hand, all the blood on the small purse was drained away.
His spiritual consciousness scanned through the small purse, and Jun Buqi couldn't help but cursed: "Asshole! Poor guy!"
Mo Changgeng raised his lips slightly and said with a smile: "What can such a secretive and sneaky side sect cultivator have to treasure? I have a piece of Xuanyin wood for you. Even if it is good, it is at least worth a few dollars.
A piece of middle-grade spiritual crystal is already a considerable fortune for a casual cultivator."
"There is also a soul-controlling flag!" Jun Buqi said with a smile.
"Junior brother, I think these evil things that harm Tianhe should be destroyed. What's more, this soul flag is something to control them. Senior brother has promised them before..."
Mo Changgeng said, pointing at the female ghosts.
"Take these ten pieces of medium-grade spiritual crystal. You are a good person, but I am not!"
In front of Mo Changgeng, Jun Buqi showed his greedy nature without reservation.
"Junior Brother Jun..."
Mo Changgeng began to look at Jun Buqi silently with his resentful eyes again, which made Jun Buqi's scalp numb, and he shouted loudly: "Mo Changgeng, that's enough! Ever since you were little, you have been using this trick to deal with me."
Me. It’s been more than forty years since I went up the mountain, and you still haven’t had enough fun?”
"Junior brother Jun, senior brother knows..."
Seeing that Mo Changgeng was about to start a long speech again and tell him the truth, Jun Buqi quickly said: "Eight pieces of middle-grade spiritual crystals cannot be less! Your father is so rich..."
"Five dollars!"
"Seven dollars, no more! Believe it or not, I can let you look at me all day."
"Junior brother, please be more confident. I think I can watch you for at least three days!"
"You...you are cruel! Five dollars is five dollars! Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."
Jun Buqi said, throwing the sword array diagram and soul flag to Mo Changgeng, and then walked away.
"Don't worry, junior brother. Once the sword formation diagram is repaired, senior brother will personally return it to you."
"You'd better send someone here casually, I don't want to see you now!"
Jun Buqi raised his hand and waved it without looking back, and dodged away, secretly saying: I finally managed to get through, I'd better go back and study that little gourd!
"Young Master..." Xiao Qiuniang suddenly called out. Seeing Jun Buqi stop, she asked cautiously: "Young Master, can you take the slave away?"
Jun Buqi put his hands behind his back, raised his head and looked at the sky, and said slowly: "How can a poor man dare to delay a beautiful woman with his sleeves clean and poor? If I go and reincarnate as a human being, my acquaintance with you will not be in vain!"
"We are both fallen people at the end of the world. How can we meet each other before?"
Originally it was just a little regretful and sad, but when she heard this, Xiao Qiuniang couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and they flowed down her cheeks and turned into little auras.
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