Chapter 406

Fuxian Mountain.

The night was dark.

In a mountain temple built halfway up the mountain, there is a statue of a god with kind eyes and a jade bottle in his hand.

Incense and candles were burning on the desk in front of the statue, and the flickering lights reflected on the statue, adding a mottled light and dark luster.

An old man dressed in an old Taoist robe, with sparse hair and a hunched figure, sat cross-legged on a futon in front of the desk.

He was clearly dressed as a Taoist priest, but he held a string of black rosary beads, sitting on his knees like a Buddhist monk.

If Cao Ping was here, he would be able to recognize that the old man in the robe was the temple blessing of this mountain temple, the Daoist Chai.

Outside the mountain temple, there is a courtyard, planted with tall pines and cypresses, and the lush canopy rustling in the night wind.

Suddenly, a shadow entered the courtyard, and the swaying pine and cypress branches stopped.

I saw that the shadow was a blood-robed youth with pale and transparent complexion, blood-red eyes, a ghostly mist all over his body, a string of fist-sized skeletons hanging around his neck, walking in the night, silently.

The blood-robed boy came to the temple, knelt on his knees, and said respectfully:

"Old Ancestor, 36 virgins and 35 virgins have been captured tonight. According to your instructions, only one virgin is needed to open the 'Blood Transformation Wraith Formation' tonight to offer sacrifices to the Great Compassion. "

Inside the temple, the Chai Daoist who was sitting on his knees snorted, his voice low and hoarse, "Who is the poor virgin?"

The blood-robed boy trembled and said quickly, "It should be the girl named Cao An from Caoxi Village at the foot of the mountain. Her subordinates have dispatched 'Shui Ming' to Caoxi Village. I believe it will not be long before..."

Just said this-

Snapped!

With a soft sound, one of the rosary beads in the hands of Daoist Chai suddenly shattered and turned into gray-white powder.

The turbid eyes of Daoist Chai suddenly became gloomy and sharp, and there was a cold, stern luster like bloodthirsty surging.

"Shui Ming is dead."

The Chai Daoist looked sharply at the blood-robed boy who was kneeling outside the hall, and said in a cold voice, "Among the twelve ghost servants accepted by this seat, Shui Ming is the most hopeful to step into the path of Yuan Dao and become one of them. Ghost repair is a good seedling, but now... he is dead..."

The blood-robed boy trembled all over, and said, "The ancestors calm down, my subordinates will go to Caoxi Village for a walk..."

Daoist Chai interrupted: "No need, the lack of a sacrifice is nothing, and if you miss the most yin season of the year, all the preparations in this seat will be in vain."

After a pause, he took a deep breath and said, "Go and prepare the sacrifices. After a quarter of an hour, I will personally run the 'Blood Transformation Wraith Formation'."

"Yes!"

The bloody boy got up, hurried into the depths of the courtyard, came to an ancient well, and jumped in.

Inside the mountain temple, Daoist Chai stood up from the futon, turned to look at the god statue holding a jade bottle, and there was a hint of ridicule on the corner of his lips.

"The worldly people worship mountain gods like you with incense day and night, but in my eyes, you are just a clay sculpture embryo after all. Those mortals think that burning incense and worship will get blessings, which is really pitiful and ridiculous."

Chai Daoist shook his head.

...

The night was dark.

Outside the courtyard of the mountain temple, from a distance, the figures of Su Yi and Yuan Heng came.

"Master, the yin is raging here, and there are many ghosts and mists. Where is the mountain temple, it is clearly a murderous place where ghosts are entrenched."

Yuan Heng spoke in a low voice.

"The mountain temple is indeed a mountain temple, but it was occupied by an old ghost with Taoism."

Su Yi said, his eyes already fell on the courtyard.

both sides of the door.

Although it was a dark night with no stars and no moon, under Su Yi's spiritual sense, he could still clearly see a couplet attached to both sides of the gate.

The couplet has long been damaged and faded, and it can be vaguely seen that it reads:

"Good is rewarded and evil is rewarded in a cycle of retribution. How can you not report in the morning and evening."

"Vanity Fair is nothing more than a theater, and it's on the spot."

After watching, Su Yi shook his head secretly, this couplet was obviously not left by the cultivator.

For the secular people, the principle of "causality of good and evil" expounded in this couplet can indeed play a role in soothing the mind and guiding people towards goodness.

But in the eyes of cultivators, few would believe in the retribution of "good and evil".

However, Su Yi was certain that there was indeed a force of cause and effect in this hidden heaven, but that had nothing to do with "retribution of good and evil".

When thinking about it, Su Yi put his hands on his back, as if he was traveling in the night, and walked into the mountain temple in a leisurely manner.

Yuan Heng followed.

wow~~

In the courtyard, tall pine and cypress trees slammed violently, and among the dense branches that covered the sky, there were bursts of eerie whispers.

"Hey, in the middle of the night, there are still big living people coming?"

"This is the Ghost Festival. Are they here to offer incense? Hahaha, it's interesting."

"Well, little brother, look at your tender skin, do you want to play with the slave family?"

A graceful figure suddenly swept down from the canopy and came to Su Yi.

Seeing that she was twenty-eight years old, with fair skin and beautiful appearance, dressed like a daughter of gold, holding a lotus leaf fan, her beautiful eyes looked at Su Yi boldly and fiery, and she deliberately squeezed the towering pair in front of her to be plump and plump.

Without waiting for Su Yi to speak, Yuan Heng shouted: "Bold and evildoer, even if you don't look at what you are, you dare to show off your coquettishness in front of my master.

boom!

When he was speaking, Yuan Heng slapped it with a palm, like a mighty god.

The female ghost was dumbfounded, and before she had time to dodge, she was smashed to pieces by this palm force, and her body exploded, turning into billowing blue smoke.

There was silence in the field, and the whispering voices from the pine and cypress trees suddenly fell silent.

Su Yi glanced at Yuan Heng and said, "In the future, keep a low profile. What if the righteous master is frightened and slips away early?"

Yuan Heng suddenly showed a look of fear, and quickly said: "Master, don't worry, Yuan Heng will never be so reckless in the future."

Su Yi nodded and said, "The ghosts in this courtyard are handed over to you."

Having said that, he has already walked towards the mountain temple.

Before entering this place, in his spiritual sense, he caught the breath of a ghost cultivator, located in this temple.

"I didn't expect to meet a fellow Daoist in this barren mountain, which is really rare."

Inside the temple, the old-fashioned Daoist Chai held a rosary and looked at Su Yi who was walking step by step. Although there was a look of surprise on his brows, he was not afraid.

Su Yi glanced at Daoist Chai up and down, and said indifferently: "Juyin jade came from your hands?"

His attitude made Daoist Chai frown slightly, and immediately said: "It seems that there must be a misunderstanding in this. If there is any offense, the old man will first apologize to the Daoist friend, and hope that the Daoist friend can raise your hand. Otherwise, fighting and killing will not be good for anyone after all."

As he said that, he bowed slightly, clasped his fists in salute, and lowered his posture very low.

Su Yi couldn't help laughing, and said: "What kind of thing are you, you are also worthy of talking about the word 'daoist' with me Su?"

Chai Daoren's cheeks flashed with blue light, and he slowly straightened his body, and a cold and frightening terrifying aura also permeated his body.

And open.

His turbid eyes glowed with bloodthirsty and gloomy luster, staring at Su Yi in front of the gate of the mountain temple, and said coldly:

"People respect me one foot, and I respect others ten feet. Are you sure your friend doesn't intend to give the old man a thin face, and turn today's misunderstandings into jade and silk?"

Su Yi laughed and said, "Your face is worth a few pieces of paper money, do you want me to burn it for you later?"

"Ah."

Daoist Chai also laughed, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, a bloody light flashed out.

boom!

Behind him, the statue collapsed suddenly, and almost at the same time, a bone knife with a gray aura swept out from inside the statue.

Clang!

Daoist Chai reached out and grabbed it, and the bone knife fell into his hand.

The bone knife was only two feet long, white and clear, as thin as a cicada's wings. When it was held in his hand, Daoist Chai raised his hand and slashed it out.

A smear of gray sword energy swept out, like a demonic lightning, that kind of power is more tyrannical than the existence of bigu realm among human monks.

But in the eyes of Su Yi today, such tricks are completely unsightly.

boom!

Su Yi flicked his fingers, and the sword qi broke inch by inch.

Inside the temple, Daoist Chai's pupils shrank.

Su Yi asked, "Tell me, why do you use Yin-gathering jade to harm people? It seems like you, a ghost cultivator who has already embarked on the path of Yuandao cultivation, doesn't need to do such vicious and sinister things."

Daoist Chai sneered, but did not answer, his figure swayed suddenly.

bang~

The ghost fog filled the air, and his figure turned into a height of 30 feet, breaking through a hole in the beam of the temple, and scattered tiles and stones.

In the blink of an eye, I saw Daoist Chai's skinny and hunched figure, becoming majestic like a mountain, with muscles stretched like rocks, his eyes scarlet, and his suffocating aura shot into the sky.

Clang!

As Daoist Chai exerted his strength, the two-foot-long bone knife in his hand suddenly exploded into a substantial gray blade.

Then the soles of the feet slammed on the ground and slashed towards Su Yi with a knife.

boom!

The blood in the sky emerged, accompanied by a waterfall-like gray sword, intertwined into a terrifying vision like Senluo's purgatory.

With this knife, the power is more than twice as powerful as before!

If it were another inedia-state cultivator, he would not dare to stand up to him at all.

But Su Yi's eyes showed a hint of sarcasm.

"Unbelievable!"

His sleeves dipped, raised one palm, clenched his fist into a seal, and smashed it in the void.

It was an understatement of blow, but when the green fist print came out, it was like an ancient sacred mountain pressing down.

boom!

The blood shadows and sword energy that were like Senluo's purgatory were all blown up by this punch, and the light and rain swept and spread like a waterfall.

boom!

The fist mark remained unabated, and smashed directly on Chai Daoren. His 30-foot-tall figure immediately made a dull sound of shattering bones, like a punctured ball. This fist print smashed to the ground.

The whole body is broken, the skin is ripped open, and the flesh and blood are flying.

Immediately afterwards, under the impact of such fighting forces, the entire temple collapsed and turned into ruins.

With just one punch, he suppressed this powerful Bigu Realm Ghost Cultivator!

In the courtyard, Yuan Heng, who had already planned to do it, was stunned when he saw this.

Those ghosts hidden in the shadows of the pine and cypress branches were all frightened and trembling, silent as a cicada.

That punch seems to come from the hand of an immortal in the sky, and the terror is boundless!

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ps: Happy Qixi Festival, acridine children's shoes~~