Late at night, the palace lanes are crowded with houses, and the reflections of bamboos and cypresses are fluttering. The abandoned gardens and ponds in the courtyard not only reflect the moonlight, but also reflect scenes of swaying lamps and swaying shadows of trees.

In this deserted mansion, there seemed to be countless tree monsters and wood charms gathering here at night, and they were all perching and sleeping, trying to spend this silent night.

In an old building in the Qian Ming style, stands an equally ancient family temple. The door couplets can be seen peeling and cracking everywhere, and the neatly paved eaves and front stones are wide and thick, and they are not cracked. Obviously, it was once a flashy and luxurious building.

family status.

It's just that at this time, it's like the pine wood that has been burned out in the furnace, leaving only a few appearances that are barely the same as before.

The sound of chanting came slowly in the air.

The strong incense in the room has been replaced by a tasteless ancient incense. They can reluctantly convince themselves that this is the meaning of the pure Dharma. The chanting of sutras is hesitant and urgent, and they can also reluctantly believe that it is caused by piety and keeping one's mind.

But from beginning to end, they couldn't ignore the panic and helplessness surging in each other's eyes.

The Qing soldiers wandering outside the door had already noticed clues, but they had lost their way in the winding narrow alley. At this time, more people were sent into the alley to search, which seemed to indicate that they would not give up.

The experiences of several Wangmen surnames are vivid in my mind, but the backbone of the Hongyang Sect cannot be contacted. The wandering Xiang people are like being in a fog, and they can only wait for the faint message.

These are nothing.

There used to be many people who wanted to find them, but ended up getting lost in the branches of the road, but now there is something more terrifying, wandering between the bridges and corridors of the ancient house, sniffing their scent...

A series of rustling footsteps sounded outside the door, knocking rhythmically on the door. When Xiangzhong looked out the window, they saw a thin and tall strange figure approaching one foot.

The strange figure is carrying a mourning stick that goes straight to the eaves, wearing a weirdly tall pointed hat, and its long tongue is sticking out from the position of its face. It is dancing in the air in a smooth and twisted way, twisting into a weird and terrifying shadow.

"It... comes again..."

"This is the seventh time..."

Someone was speaking tremblingly, but was directly interrupted by the person next to him.

Another piece of scarlet tissue paper floated silently into the crack of the window, and fell to the ground with the cold wind without any penetration.

On it, painted with crooked brush strokes, was a little man with separated limbs and broken muscles and bones, but with an indescribable weird smile on his face.

"The ghosts are seduced by evil spirits, and the souls of the dead are attracted...Open the door quickly..."

"You've done enough bad things, it's time to hit the road...hehe..."

After two long and weird laughs, no one in the nunnery spoke anymore. They lowered their heads and stared at the ancient scrolls on the Buddha's body, waiting for the instructions and blessings from the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

Everyone looked desperate, because of something tacitly understood.

Tonight, the seductress wandered around the door for a long time. Every time they dared to open the door, they saw nothing but desolation outside the door, and an invisible sense of fear suddenly tightened their hearts.

So they locked the door tightly from the inside and vowed never to open it.

Since ancient times, ghosts and ghosts have only appeared in front of the dying people to prevent the dead from falling in love with the human world and turning into ghosts. Now that ghosts and gods are wandering outside the nunnery, doesn't it mean that everyone in the temple will die a violent death tonight?

They all thought of it.

The day of death was approaching, and both of them seemed to be able to see the thick black Yintang, while the Yin Chai outside the door must have been frightened by the innate clear light of the statues of gods and Buddhas, so he did not dare to show up directly!

There are Qing soldiers outside and ghosts inside. They can only wait - waiting for dawn to arrive, waiting for the evil spirits to disappear, and waiting for the ancient Buddha in front of them to hear their prayers and come to rescue these poor people who are in danger.

But at this moment, the clay sculpture in the shrine, which was covered by heavy curtains and had been neglected for a long time, suddenly started to shake and vibrate.

The clay sculpture seemed to have come to life, with something swaying here and there inside, constantly bumping against the edge of the wooden shrine, making loud noises.

The people in the nunnery started to commotion, and they no longer knew where to hide.

Even through the curtains of the shrine, the crowd clearly heard a crisp click.

As the mud tires exploded, two shadows dressed in dark clothes and pale faces appeared quietly outside the door, pressing their strange faces against the window lattice. Their low, hoarse and hoarse voices floated pervasively in the small and dull nunnery.

"No need to pretend to be pious, what do you have in mind..."

"Why pray in vain? How can we deceive people with our words..."

In the horrified eyes of everyone, after the clay sculpture in the wooden shrine suddenly shattered, a room full of smoke and dust suddenly filled the shrine, choking their noses and eyes, obscuring their vision.

Some people wanted to rush out of the nunnery, but were blocked by the heavy locks on the wooden door. They could only slap and cry in vain. Others tried to control the fear in their hearts and suppress their emotions, but they could only turn into distorted faces.

In the thick smoke, a joking and quiet voice sounded out of thin air, shaking up the dust in the room.

"Since you have seen me, why don't you worship me?"

The sound echoed, and dust swayed from the roof beams. It seemed as if a shadow flew up out of thin air, kicked over the incense burner, tore apart the curtains, and suddenly sat on a high place, overlooking the headless room. The incense is as cool as flies, as cool as the gods on high.

A large number of people in the hall knelt down in large numbers, rubbing shoulders one after another, begging the beings on the high platform not to make a sound.

All kinds of divine punishments in folk rumors make them have to worry that if they offend some narrow-minded gods, they will encounter various misfortunes in the future.

It must be that they have only worshiped the Blood Buddha recently and neglected the righteous gods in the nunnery, so they attracted the next generation of the real body and summoned the ghost messenger to cancel their lives!

"Why don't you tell me quickly what bad things you have done recently!"

The voice on the high platform had a strange tone and sounded again. Some people tried to look up, but the bricks in front of them suddenly shattered, as if they were smashed by an invisible giant pestle, leaving a deep fingerprint.

The incense residents in the nunnery kowtowed repeatedly and hurriedly explained: "Xianjun Mingjian, we are all good people in the streets and have never done anything harmful to others!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A corner of the bluestone floor was suddenly shattered, and the divine figure on the high platform remained motionless. The sound of wooden shackles and iron chains colliding and clashing could be heard outside the heavily locked door. The strange figures had their heads raised to the eaves, drifting far and near, as if they could no longer wait to capture these lonely ghosts.

What's even more terrible is that if this continues, the Qing soldiers blocking the three lanes and seven alleys are likely to follow the sound and slaughter all the people here, turning it into a slaughterhouse and a mountain of corpses.

"Those who plot to seize, trap, harvest, cut and break all of them will return to the secluded world, and their souls will enter the ice prison of Spring Township, never to be released..."

The crowd looked at each other in disbelief, and finally selected an old man who kept pleading.

"Immortal Lord Mingjian, we have never done this before, and we really have no way to explain it. Moreover, Hongyang Holy Child has strictly prohibited it in this world. Even the beggar gangs in the city have been expelled one after another. How dare you kill kind-hearted women and children?"

Smoke and clouds curled up from the high platform, as if he was about to shout out a question, but the roof of the nunnery suddenly collapsed and cracked, tiles flew across, and the small temple was reduced to an empty roof and four walls. The cold moonlight dispersed, and the thick smoke and dust also followed the cold wind.

Dispersed and disappeared into the air.

Four crisp sounds sounded, and soft silk cloth flew out from the four corners of the air, hitting the vague shadow above the shrine, while trying to disperse the thick smoke and find the culprit.

"Those who pretend to be gods and ghosts will die soon!"

But among the smoke and dust that obscured our eyes, something was brighter.

It was a sword light that was colder and more invisible than moonlight!

A figure like a harrier flew up to the roof, and the moonlight illuminated Jiang Wen's face. He held an ancient bronze sword and raised his eyebrows, and his body exuded a cold sword intent that made everyone's eyebrows tingle when they saw him.

"It's the goddess Liuding who's here!"

There was a burst of exclamation in the crowd.

Four ghostly figures flew away in the wind. Their movements were so fast that Jiang Wen followed closely. He quickly jumped from the roof of the nunnery to the courtyard, then crossed the towering gable and broke into an abandoned pond.

On top of the waterside pavilion.

The bamboo shadows dance there and the water plants are luxuriant. It seems that no one has taken care of it for many years.

Four people in gauze clothes were already waiting above. Seeing that Jiang Wen's figure did not run away after his arrival, they immediately flew up, sometimes rising and falling like ghosts, sometimes maintaining the same pace, and suddenly coming in the opposite direction to attack.

As several people waved their sleeves, several gauze curtains were suddenly sent out and wrapped around the pavilion pillars, blocking Jiang Wen's progress layer by layer.

The gauze sword was difficult to damage, but it was cut silently by the bright ancient bronze sword. The reverse scale thorn originated from the Minyue Kingdom in Wuyi Mountain was even more fierce, and it was swayed without any concealment.

Jiang Wen laughed loudly: "I think you are just pretending to be a ghost, why don't you hand him over quickly!"

Jiang Wen was puzzled about Ningdie's kidnapping.

According to Xiao Shitou's limited description of clues, it seemed that the kidnapper had a unique smell that he could instantly identify, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Jiang Wen thought about it for a while, combined with the detail that Xiao Shitou misidentified the smell of Tian Qingwen's body, and suddenly realized the answer.

It smells like powder!

As the saying goes, women should look good to please themselves. Tian Qingwen's body carries a lingering smell of powder, while Ningdie has never had the habit of dressing up. Therefore, the person who kidnapped Ningdie must be someone with the same smell.

The most likely thing is that they are a group of women with high martial arts skills! The reason why Xiao Shitou can't describe it is because not only does no one in the Wuyi sect apply powder, but there are no female relatives in the house of shopkeeper Fang!

So tonight he led the Chang brothers to play tricks and finally forced out the missing goddess Liu Ding from the White Lotus Sect.

After hearing Jiang Wen's question, the expressions of the four Liuding goddesses darkened, and their hands became stronger. They saw four gauze-clad figures flying in the air, as bright and beautiful as gods, but with murderous intent in their brows.

The four of them took six feet in one step, taking six steps in parallel every time they moved. They were also six feet away from each other in the waterside pavilion. Their movements seemed to be going out of the sky and into the earth. The gauze curtains rolled to cover them up, and the shadows of palms flew in and out.

Every time Goddess Liu Ding was struck by a sword, she suddenly changed her moves, so that the sword could only cut off a corner of the gauze curtain, but could not remove it at all. Jiang Wen. Gradually, she fell deeper and deeper.

Under the siege of four people, although Jiang Wen was in an empty pavilion, he suddenly felt that he was trapped in a situation where no matter how hard he struggled, he was trapped in a closed door.

It was as if he was in the wilderness, illuminated by the bright moon in the sky, and he was so frightened that he had nowhere to hide. His exquisite martial arts moves all looked particularly pale and powerless in the face of the "general trend" that was gradually closing in and strangling him.

Different from the Liuhe divine generals Jiang Wen had encountered before, although these four men also vaguely occupied certain positions, they carried a more fierce killing aura and constantly suppressed their sword power, so that Jiang Wen could only use secret

The airtight sword net twists through the gauze curtain, and then the spy machine repels the hidden palm shadow.

"This seems to be... the jade girl is repressed?!"

Jiang Wen suddenly remembered that the Taoist temple's collection of books contained the Ming Dynasty's "Dun Jia Romance". The book once described, "Yin and Yang escape, there is a blockage in all directions and there is no way out, that is, the jade girl reverses the blockade and gets out. This time, through the door,

If you are in a hurry, follow God’s orders.”

At first, the God General Liujia learned the Qimen Dunjia, so the Liuding Goddess is nothing more than the same - the Jade Girl Anti-closing Technique is itself one of the Six Ding Liujia Qimen Dunjia.

The book says, "Anyone who goes into battle to cover up arrests, travels far away, or sees a noble official going to his post, will leave the heavenly gate and enter the local house, ride on a jade girl, and no one will be seen when he leaves." The original intention is to avoid danger and gain good fortune when traveling in battle formations.

, the way to gain vitality.
To be continued...