Wang Qilin was very unwilling to accept that this white-faced and blushing little ghost only provided a red flame!

He is not an evil ghost!

disappointment.

What disappointed him even more was that these people were not all ghosts. All the men carrying the coffin were humans, and after they were killed, there was no flame.

The two who played Shangchi and the Burial Hall were not ghosts, they were demons of weaponry. After being killed, they turned into two pieces of Shangchi and some Burial Hall fragments.

Xie Hama was also disappointed: "Shangchi and the Burial Hall are good things, but unfortunately they were all ruined. Forget it, pack it up and look back to see if you can find the master to refine it. Then refine the horns into the uprising and retreating calls, hehe."

Xu Da's eyes lit up and said, "After you said this, I have another good idea to make a fortune."

Xie Hata was scared: "Don't, uncle..."

"We will set up a funeral band to specialize in the business of high-ranking officials and wealthy officials. If their family dies, we will come to the door to blow the Shangchi and the Burial Hall. At the same time, we will use the archery call to create hundreds of Yin soldiers to carry the coffin. It is solemn and majestic. Then we will call Sun Miao over to burn a few incense sticks. Look, please ask Yin soldiers to send incense and candles, right? How much does this business cost? It will definitely not work if it is less than ten gold baht!"

"So good? Do you want to give yourself a set?" Wang Qilin asked, holding Ba Miao.

Xie Hama stopped him and said, "Wait, sir, if it's ten gold coins every time, I think this business can really be considered."

Wang Qilin sighed and said, "You two living treasures! Be serious, this is wrong to look at the hometown, I'm afraid there will be remnants of the Tartars!"

Xie Haoma said: "Let's not talk about the Tartars, first talk about the paper man like the adults. What's going on with the paper man who was mixed in us before?"

"Yes, what's going on?" Wang Qilin also wondered, it was really 80% similar to him.

Xie Haoma said: "That is a paper-like man, and his technique can only be regarded as a trick of carving insects. However, to be a paper-like man, you must have the owner's birth date, one breath of energy, a little blood..."

Hearing this, Xu Da looked at Wang Qilin with dissatisfaction: "Master Qi, what's going on with this energy? What are you doing with us on your back?"

Wang Qilin kicked him habitually: "Get out, I'm still a boy!"

Xie Hama said: "These three are hidden things. How can they get them a group of remnants of Tartars?"

Wang Qilin felt nervous and said, "My parents know my horoscope. Will they kidnap my parents? Damn it! I was careless and should take them to the inn."

Carefulness leads to chaos. He subconsciously looks towards Paifang Township, his heart is in a mess.

Xu Da said, "Seventh Master, don't panic first. The yamen desk also has your birth date and horoscope. Maybe they found it from the yamen? But your breath of energy and a little blood are more difficult to get, right?"

Xie Haoma said: "These two are indeed difficult. Let's not talk about blood for now. Essence and energy cannot be collected casually. You must use specific magic tools. But I have been with you all the time. I have seen all the utensils for drinking water and eating. There is no problem."

He thought of the burning sky in the evening, and his expression became three more serious again.

The astronomical phenomena are not good.

The fate is tragic.

"Isn't it wrong?" Xu Da began to curse.

After discussing the discussion, the three of them did not find any specific results, so they had to continue to rush to Yiwang Temple with concern.

It’s so good during the day, but the sky becomes less beautiful at night. The lonely moon hangs in the sky, but it’s not as bright as the stars.

The night is deep and dark, making the lonely moon even more dazzling and eye-catching, no longer warm.

They joined hands to go to the stone mountain where Yiwang Temple was located, and after a few steps, they suddenly heard the applause of "papapapapapapa".

Wang Qilin looked into the distance and saw many poplar trees planted on the mountain.

Poplar trees are also called ghost clapping hands, and this tree is very talkative in the wild.

The night wind blows the poplar leaves and makes a clapping sound. The more you go up the mountain, the more lush the trees become, the louder the sound. And when the night wind passes through the gaps in the leaves, it makes a whimpering sound, and it sounds like crying when you hear it carefully.

The lights of the temple are hazy on the hillside, and only a few blurred lights, red or white, sway in the wind, are obviously the lanterns of the temple.

Under the lantern, the vast Yiwang Temple occupies half of the mountains, facing the sky, with dark shadows.

Wang Qilin looked at the temple at night and saw that the magnificence of Buddhism was not seen in the magnificence of Buddhism, only majestic and gloomy.

Instead of entering the temple, they walked along the rugged mountain road to the shade. This was a gentle hillside, and they didn't look back.

Relatively speaking, it is easier to build buildings without looking back than to sunny slopes, but the mountains are full of trees.

Perhaps because few people come here, the trees in the area are particularly tall and lush without looking back. However, Wang Qilin noticed that the trees here have changed their varieties and are all locust trees.

He said: "Along the way, we first clapped our hands, and then we recruited ghost trees. There is something wrong with the trees on this mountain."

Xie Haoma threw out a piece of talisman paper, which turned into a flaming crane and flew into the sky, briefly illuminating the hillside.

The tall locust trees in the mountains are shaking their branches and leaves, and there are pairs of eyes that are faintly visible among the locust trees.

Looking further down, there were many eyes looking at them coldly among the dense weeds on the ground.

Green eyes!

"Evil." Xu Da quickly picked up the mace.

Xie Haoma held his arm and said, "Don't panic. I've seen this place during the day. Feng Shui is very evil, but now it's not a big problem."

"So many ghost-hitting trees and those small eyes, isn't this a big problem?" Xu Da was stunned.

Xie Hata said in a deep voice: "The locust trees are not called ghost trees everywhere. They have different requirements in different places. Look at the locust trees here, and the trees are full of vitality. Many birds and beasts are raised on the trees. Those green eyes are the eyes of monkeys, raccoons, cats and wild mice. This is a lifestyle. Here, the locust trees have the miraculous effect of suppressing evil and avoiding disasters."

At the end of the day, he concluded: "This place is very strange."

Wang Qilin said: "Then let's do the serious business first. Lao Xu investigated and said that Dou Dachun was deceived here. Then he was frightened and ran up the mountain and entered Yiwang Temple. We also walked up the mountain and entered the temple along the path he might have walked. How about it?"

The three set out and shuttled through the mountains and forests.

I almost climbed to the top of the hill, and suddenly a muffled sound came into the forest.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It's like a giant beast walking, or it's like a rock collapsing.

They looked back and looked down, but the mountain was covered with tall and lush locust trees, and their vision was blocked.

and--

It's getting foggy!

A faint mist first floated over the forest, and soon fell into the forest, and soon became dense.

Wang Qilin said in a deep voice: "Get closer to me!"

His voice drifted out, scattered into the thick fog, as if it had been swallowed up, without any resounding.

Xie Hama and Xu Da's voices started:

"Seventh Master, where are you going?" "The Wuliang Heavenly Lord, the fire cranes fly to the sky!"

A fire rose into the sky, but did not fly high, but flew down the mountain.

The voices of the two gradually faded away.

Wang Qilin realized that the fog was strange, so he gritted his teeth and walked down the mountain.

All the weirdness starts with the thumping sound that sounded, and then he goes to find the person or thing that makes the sound.

He walked quickly through the thick fog until he didn't look back. It was very strange. The further down, the fog became thinner. When he didn't look back, the fog was almost invisible.

A lonely moon hung coldly in the air.

Wang Qilin suddenly thought: The fog seemed to drive people away, driving people to the point of no turning back!

He walked out of the woods and reached the gentle slope, and the scene in front of him changed...

Under the frosty and snowy moonlight, a ruined temple appeared on the slope.

The small temple was broken, the walls fell off, the walls collapsed, and the roofs of the rooms in the temple collapsed violently. When the night wind blew, the whole temple swayed as if it was about to fall.

Wang Qilin looked down from a high place and saw many ropes hanging under the eaves of the dilapidated temple. They swayed when the wind blew. It was their shaking that made people feel that the whole temple was shaking.

Some ropes fell off, and a strong wind blew, and the rope was blown out.

Ba Miao jumped off his shoulder, and several people chased after the rope and dragged it over.

Wang Qilin picked it up and looked at it. He got a rough and cold handwriting, with mottled patterns on it.

A snake shed!
Chapter completed!