Cultivation

Zhang Linggu had an upside-down dream all night, and was tormented by the repeated bloody smell in the dream. When he woke up, it was already daylight. He opened his eyes and saw Fengyulou sitting by the window, and his panicked heart calmed down just now. down.

Fengyulou leaned on the window railing with one hand, staring blankly at a flower and tree wandering outside the window, the morning light shone on him, softening the aura of not getting close to strangers on him a lot.

Such a pleasing scene is enough to make Zhang Linggu brazenly pretend to be asleep and sneak peeks for a whole day, but some memories of Yu Yuanzhou flashed last night during his drowsiness, and he could only jump up from the bed: "Uncle, yesterday What happened after I passed out tonight?"

"After you fainted, I took you down the mountain. I don't know what happened afterwards." Feng Yulou said that seeing Zhang Linggu flying out of the window with Yujian in a state of anxiety, he hurriedly followed: "Go where?"

"Go to confirm one thing, see if I was wrong last night." Zhang Linggu flew to the direction of the mountain temple outside the city.

For him, Yu Yuanzhou's memory is an old dream that he can't control himself. What he thinks of and when he thinks about it is not up to him to decide. What he remembered in his sleep last night made him break out in a cold sweat, and he didn't care about it at all. After looking at Fengyu Tower, he hurried to prove his right or wrong.

The gate of the mountain temple was closed tightly, which made Zhang Linggu feel that something was wrong. During the days when he and Wu Jiuzi were wandering around, this earth-shattering vision was a good time for the gods to come out to deceive , Why didn't the goddess of the mountain temple take the opportunity to come out and deceive the public?

Leaping directly into the mountain temple from the top of the wall, the sedan chair in front of the main hall was very red. Zhang Linggu wanted to run straight back, but was attracted by something on the sedan chair. He walked over and squatted down to take a look, and saw At the bottom of the sedan chair, there was some sand that looked fresh.

When he sneaked in yesterday afternoon, he took a good look at the sedan chair, and he was quite sure that there was no sand under the sedan chair at that time.

Not right.

Zhang Linggu thought for a while, walked into the main hall and took an ever-burning lamp before turning to the backyard. There was no one in the backyard, the witch, the strong man and Qing'er were all gone.

He smiled wryly at Feng Yulou: "I was wrong, this ghost is too shrewd, I was deceived by his serial scheme."

Fengyulou raised his eyebrows not quite understanding.

Zhang Linggu said: "The demon cloud we saw yesterday is real. The ghost must know that the demon cloud will attract monks from all walks of life, so he asked the sorceress to continue the wedding ceremony."

All the monks who came here heard the story of offering sacrifices to the mountain god here, and they would guess that the mountain god must be an evil spirit. As long as this evil spirit is eliminated, not only can an innocent girl be saved, but also the ignorant people of one side can be saved. Most importantly, great merit can be accumulated. One by one rushed to the mountain, eager to dig three feet to find out this evil spirit.

Zhang Linggu said as he walked into the woods behind: "In order to convince all the monks who heard the news that the evil spirits are in the mountains, this ghost path has specially set up a hundred-legged formation. The purpose of the formation is to seal the aura of the monks in the mountain. No one would notice that he had sent the little ghost to the mountain temple when the formation was activated, and if I'm not mistaken, the little ghost had already been planted in Qing'er's body last night."

Feng Yulou glanced towards the main hall knowingly, there was a yellow talisman on the sedan chair to pick up the bride, it was perfectly possible for them to send Qing'er up the mountain to plant a little ghost before sending them down the mountain when they were all over the mountain to surround the elusive ghosts Come.

Sword cultivators have always been proud of themselves, with a kind of character that looks down on the world, so they naturally disdain to play with this kind of narrow-mindedness, but it doesn't mean they don't understand.

This ghost dao was likely to be among those monks who waited and watched the changes last night, and finally used the Nine Nether Mysterious Formation to induce the ghost howls. Who would have thought that his real purpose was in the mountain temple after such a big change on the mountain?

The graves of the six girls stood side by side in the woods, and Zhang Linggu stood in front of the one with the least weeds and the most earthy color: "Those ghosts must have been released on purpose by him."

He put the ever-burning lamp on the graveyard: "Although the ghosts are born spirits in the mountains, probably because some people practice ghosts in the mountains, the ghosts born on this mountain are also particularly evil. The evil spirit made everyone panic, including me... this girl who is the newest, should be the one who was sent back this year."

Fengyulou saw that he took out a little cinnabar from his sleeve and drew a talisman on the sealing soil of the tomb, a wisp of black air emerged from the tomb, and as Zhang Linggu's fingers sank into the ever-burning lamp, the flames of the ever-burning lamp suddenly turned into flames. A kind of permeating green, also pointing obliquely to the northwest.

Zhang Linggu bowed upright, and then picked up the ever-burning lantern: "It's a happy event to be married, but it's really pitiful for these girls to die as soon as they put on their wedding dress."

He Yujian walked towards the direction of the flame on the lamp: "Let's go, let's avenge these girls' grievances and revenge."

This lamp was borrowed from Zhang Linggu's inspiration. This girl has just been a ghost mother for more than three years, and she has the strongest ghostly aura coming from the same source as the little ghost. Little ghost, it is most convenient to borrow the ghost energy remaining in the bones.

The two of them traveled westward with their swords at an extremely fast speed, and they chased to a big river in about a stick of incense. The small green flame on the wick was extinguished with a splash when it touched the water mist.

Water dominates yin, and the ghost energy is even more broken here.

A thick layer of fog was pressed on the river, and Zhang Linggu and Fengyu Tower fell by the water's edge.

The dense fog on the water reminded Zhang Linggu of the time when he saw Mingying. Mingying burst out of the thick mist like clouds, and his life took a completely different path from then on. .

Such thick fog always made Zhang Linggu feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Linggu poured the lamp oil in his hand onto the water surface, and the water was stained with lamp oil, as if someone had set up a pile of burning firewood at the bottom of the river, countless blisters immediately appeared, and the water surface immediately churned.

This churning went on and on, Gululu's entire river surface began to bubble, and with the bubbles that burst as soon as they emerged, the thick fog on the river surface was much lighter.

A black-covered boat slowly swung from the center of the river in the half-thick mist, and an old woman in red and green stood on the bow, she was the goddess of the mountain temple.

The sorceress showed her yellow teeth when she opened her mouth: "I don't know what school and school you two are from, but you actually specialize in the technique of lighting lanterns in the latrine."

Lighting a lantern in a latrine is looking for shit (death)!

There are several demons placed in the forest for these monks to hunt and kill, but these two can catch up here...

The witch was too lazy to talk nonsense with them, she cleared her throat and spit into the water, and as her saliva fell into the water, the boiling water suddenly calmed down, just as Zhang Linggu and Feng Yulou stared at the witch, Two thick aquatic plants protruded silently from the water next to the shore, and wrapped themselves around Zhang Linggu and Fengyulou's feet like snakes.

Zhang Linggu turned his hand and threw two swords very casually. The tip of the sword sank down into the ground on the bank, and one of the swords just happened to stab a bunch of water plants. Out: "Yo~~ The sound of playing east and west has collapsed."

At the same time as he was throwing the sword, Feng Yulou waved the sharp sword in his hand and a sword energy had already pushed towards the witch. The sword energy created a layer of waves on the water surface, and the witch jumped into the air to avoid the sword. She sat The black-covered boat was overturned by the sword energy of the sword, more than a dozen vines emerged from under her skirt, hooked the black-covered boat and pulled it, and the whole person landed firmly on the boat again.

Feng Yulou swung his sword again, and more than a dozen water jets rose up in the water to block the sword for the witch, but the water jet was cut off by the sword energy and hit the water surface, splashing everywhere amidst the roar.

"Ghosts and ghosts, the characters in this play are really neat." As soon as Zhang Linggu finished speaking, one of his sword spirits stepped on the water and rushed towards the black boat hiding in the mist. He turned his head to look Xiang Fengyulou: "Uncle, there is nothing to keep this kind of life alive. This kind of ghost in human skin will not be able to ask about the whereabouts of that ghost."

"Oh." Fengyulou responded lightly, and released the Yuanshen sword, stabbing the sorceress who was stopped by the sword spirit with one strike.

The sorceress fell into the water and was immediately swept to the bottom by a clump of water plants.

Fengyulou wanted to chase Yuanshenjian into the water, but Zhang Linggu stopped him: "Uncle, there is no need to work hard for such a ghost, this ghost can actually occupy the body, and I suddenly have a bad feeling." It feels like, do you think those demons last night wanted to imitate her and absorb enough anger to take over?"

Three days later, when he saw Monk Jin Xiu again, he immediately affirmed this question. These ghosts probably took advantage of the chaos to snatch the human skin.

A well-behaved monk Jinxiu stood in front of them, clasped his hands and followed behind the abbot of Baoguang Temple, but looked at them indifferently, as if he had never seen them before.

Wanxianzong came to Fengyulou because the owner of Putuo Island reported the complaint to Wanxianzong. The owner of Putuo Island identified from the Taoist uniform that the troublemaker was a disciple of Prison Longling, so that Prison Longling had to go up and down. After cleaning it up, there wasn't any sword cultivator capable of commanding the five sword spirits, and they were making a fuss about handing over the Yaoyun Demon. At that time, they saw Zhang Linggu and the five sword spirits breaking through the formation. There were quite a few people, and one of them was very well-informed, who actually recognized Fengyulou.

When the matter came to Wanxianzong, the ten elders were very embarrassed at first, but Lu Erzhen, who replaced Lu Zhenren and entered the list of ten elders, insisted on arresting Fengyulou for questioning. It is not easy to catch a sword cultivator. The owner of Putuo Island made a fuss, and had no choice but to accompany the ten elders of Putuo Island and the thirteen witnessing sects to the foot of Qianshan Mountain.

Shengbei didn't dare to let these people go up the mountain, and he didn't dare not to welcome them, so he had to call them to settle down in the small town at the foot of Qianshan Mountain, and then quickly sent a message to Fengyulou. Zhang Linggu finally came back.