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Luo Daoren's expression was also stunned, and he didn't seem to have thought about this issue. After thinking about it, he walked towards the next courtyard, and Shen Luo immediately followed.

Ma Simo told everyone in the Ma family that the ghosts had been removed, and asked them to go back to their rooms, and he immediately followed.

Luo Daoren came to the ancient well in the side courtyard and explored the neighborhood. His brows were still slightly frowning, and it was obvious that he did not gain anything.

He pondered for a while, then stepped a little, and his figure flew up to the roof of a tall house nearby. He raised his eyes and looked around.

"Although the land where Baihe Town is located is fertile and the transportation is convenient, the feng shui is not very good. The river flowing from the outside of the town is in the shape of an arc, and from that arc, there is a small stream flowing into your town. This kind of terrain is called It is easy to gather yin energy in the place of bow and death. Fortunately, the terrain of bow and death in Baihe Town is not obvious, and there is not much yin energy gathered, and the town is prosperous and full of vitality, which is enough to dispel the yin energy. The well is connected to the underground water veins, and there is an old pagoda tree beside the well. The pagoda tree gathers yin to attract ghosts, and the dispelled yin energy gathers here, making a yin cave here, and the ghost will lodge here. It's also fortunate that the ghost's cultivation was close to breaking through, so he didn't come out to do any evil, otherwise your family would have suffered misfortune." Daoren Luo said eloquently.

"Feng Shui, Gathering Yin, so it is..." Shen Luo listened with relish and wrote down all this knowledge.

"Then will my house attract other ghosts? Need to move?" Ma Simo asked in a panic without sinking in the same interest.

"No, now that the ghosts have been eliminated, and the locust tree has been destroyed, the accumulated yin will slowly dissipate, you just need to fill this well. If the layman is really worried, he can negotiate with the people in the town, Filling in that creek will break the Yin Gathering Feng Shui Bureau." Luo Daoren waved his hand and said.

"Yes, yes, in the next generation of the residents of Baihe Town, I would like to thank the immortal chief for pointing out a clear path."

"Since the specter has been eliminated, the two of us will leave now." Luo Daoren said his farewell.

"Why should the two immortals leave in a hurry, I have already ordered the servants to set up a banquet and treat the two of them well." Ma Simo said hurriedly.

"We still have to go back to the mountains to repair, and the layman doesn't have to spend money." Luo Daoren shook his head and refused, as if he was in a hurry to leave.

Seeing that Ma Simo couldn't keep it, he had to send the two out of the house in person. Naturally, he did not forget to give the promised reward before, and it was slightly more.

Luo Dao and Shen Luo didn't stay in Baihe Town much, and left quickly.

When they got to a place outside the town where there was no one else, Luo Daoren sacrificed the water cloud pocket again, and carried the two of them away to observe the Spring and Autumn Period.

Shen Luo looked in the direction of Chunhua County, and wanted to go home to have a look, but he just left Chunqiuguan on the grounds of visiting relatives not long ago, but now it is difficult to talk about going home.

He couldn't help but sighed in his heart, looked away, and glanced at Luo Daoren next to him.

At this moment, Daoist Luo sat cross-legged on the Shuiyun pocket, holding the black pouch in the palm of his hand, his fingertips shone with light, as if he was using some kind of sacrificial method.

A layer of black light appeared on the pouch, and it would fluctuate violently from time to time, as if something was making noise inside, but as the light from Luo Daoren's fingertips slowly flowed, the black light gradually became stable.

Shen Luo watched this scene quietly, and the female ghost who was put into the pouch appeared in his mind. He guessed that the ghost was struggling inside, but he didn't know what Daoist Luo was doing. Could it be that he was taming the ghost?

As soon as he thought of this, he recalled the previous shocking sword, and knew a little more about Luo Daoren's magical powers, so he didn't dare to disturb him.

After a long time, the dim light on the black pouch completely stabilized, and Luo Daoren stopped casting spells, took out a talisman and stuck it on the black pouch, and his expression relaxed.

"What happened today, after returning to the Spring and Autumn Festival, don't mention it to anyone." He put away the bag solemnly and instructed Shen Lu.

"Yes." Shen Luo did not ask the reason, and immediately agreed respectfully.

Luo Daoren was quite satisfied with Shen Luo's knowledge and interest, and hummed.

"Master Luo showed his mighty power today, and the disciples admire it. I don't know what magical power was your last shocking sword?" Shen Luo saw that Luo Daoren was in a good mood.

"Oh, that's my Spring and Autumn Watching Mystery Technique, the Yin-Yang Magic Sword, which is extremely lethal to ghosts." Luo Daoren said proudly.

"Yin-Yang Magic Sword..." Shen Luo muttered to himself, recalling the demeanor of this magical power, and couldn't help but secretly envy.

"I accidentally heard Senior Brother Bai and Senior Brother Tian say that some of the senior brothers went down the mountain and did things like exorcising ghosts and catching ghosts. This sect seems to be very good at dealing with ghosts?" He immediately asked again.

"You guessed it right, my Spring and Autumn Temple Taoism has been inherited from the Xiaomao Mountain line, and I am good at exorcising ghosts and catching demons." Luo Daoren nodded and said.

"Xiao Maoshan?" A flash of light flashed in Shen Lu's mind, he vaguely remembered which book he had seen this name in, as if it was a legendary fairyland.

"Although the Yin-Yang Magic Sword is powerful, it is not the most powerful supernatural power in my Spring and Autumn View. I also have a town-view supernatural power called Dakai Peeling Technique. At most, the Yin-Yang Magic Sword is only capable of slaying ghosts and destroying demons. If you can reverse life and death, if you complete this technique, even if you open your stomach and your head falls off, you can still be safe and grow back." Luo Daoren was very excited, he said proudly.

"Ah! There are such incredible magical powers in the world?" Hearing this, Shen Luo's eyes widened.

He had never heard of such a thing as a rebirth from a severed head in the unofficial history books.

"Of course, the Taoism of the Immortal Family is infinitely mysterious, how can it be imagined by ordinary people." Luo Daoren glanced at Shen Lu and said disdainfully.

"I don't know if Master has completed this technique?" Shen Luo asked with a look of longing.

"It's not enough to be a teacher, and I can't practice the big opening technique. In this view, only your uncle may have been exposed to this technique, but whether it's successful or not is a matter of two things." Luo Daoren shook his head, it seemed a little bit Down-hearted.

Shen Luo felt that it was an eye-opener. Although there were still many questions he wanted to ask in his heart, he stopped talking when he saw Luo Daoren like this.

"Before in the Mafu, you used your skills to resist the invasion of ghost qi, and the yang qi in your body was extremely strong. What's going on?" Luo Daoren asked suddenly.

Chapter 0087 The Jialan Temple

"The disciple was about to explain the matter to Master Luo. When the disciple returned home this time, his father spent a lot of money to buy a peculiar Zhuguo from a foreign merchant, saying it was a great supplement. The qi has greatly increased, and it is about to reach the state of perfection." Shen Luo's heart stunned, and the secret voice really came, but there was an excited look on his face.

Between the words, a layer of rich red light appeared on his body.

Luo Daoren wanted to stretch out his hand to sense the situation in Shen Luo's body, but when he saw the red light on his body, he put his raised hand down again, and looked at the red light on Shen Luo's body with a look of surprise.

"Master Luo, when my Xiaohua Yanggong cultivation is complete, I will ask you about the Pure Yang Sword Art." Shen Luo saw Luo Daoren's actions in his eyes, secretly relieved, but said so.

"Since I promised you, I naturally won't go back on it, but what kind of vermilion fruit are you taking?" Luo Daoren stared at Shen Lu and asked.

Shen Luo had already prepared the wording for the response, describing an oval-shaped, fiery red, mysterious fruit with a flame pattern on the surface.

The shape of this Zhuguo was not imaginary by him, but he had seen a kind of spiritual fruit called "Fire Yuanguo" in a certain book before.

However, he did not fully describe it as Huo Yuanguo, and made certain changes, seven points true and three points false, so that Luo Daoren would neither think that he was lying, nor could he be sure that it was Huo Yuanguo, so he could see the flaws.

"According to your description, your vermilion fruit may be a fire essence fruit, or even a different species, but I can't be sure. Anyway, you are lucky, and this is your good fortune." said.

"It's all from Master Toro." Shen Luo smiled.

"Since you have had this adventure, then you should practice Xiaohua Yang Gong more attentively and strive for an early consummation, and then break through the faculties, advance to the stage of Qi refining, and solve your lifespan problem." Luo Daoren didn't care too much about this, warned.

"Yes, the disciple must work hard and not let you down." Shen Luo hurriedly and solemnly agreed.

After that, Luo Daoren no longer cared about the sinking cultivation, and urged Shui Yundou to hurry.

Seeing this, Shen Luo didn't dare to speak, and stood by the side respectfully.

Luo Daoren went to the Sect Master to return to his life, while Shen Lu returned to his residence on his own.

After tossing in the middle of the night and a day, he was exhausted, so he fell back to sleep when he returned to his residence.

This sleep is a long time, when Shen Lu woke up, it was already pitch black outside, a bright moon rose in the sky, it should be the second half of the night.

He stretched and felt that he had slept very well this night, and he was very energetic at the moment.

"I don't know how the jade pillow has changed?" Shen Luo suddenly remembered something, took out the jade pillow from the bottom of the bed, and then took an exorcism talisman and stuck it on his body.

Shen Luo immediately looked at the jade pillow, and suddenly let out a light yawn.

The top of the jade pillow was empty at the moment, and those transparent filaments did not appear.

"Why not? Could it be..." A guess emerged in Shen Luo's heart, his eyes fixed on the jade pillow, wanting to see what would happen to this thing.

After looking at it for a while, his eyelids slowly became sour, and a surge of drowsiness surged up.

"I just woke up, why do I suddenly want to fall asleep again?" Shen Luo was secretly startled, and hurriedly patted his cheek, trying to dispel the sleepiness.

But instead of drowsiness, the drowsiness surged up even more strongly.

He tried his best to persevere, but in the end he was unable to resist the Sandman, fell softly onto the bed, pressed the jade pillow under him, and fell asleep.

After I don't know how long, I fell into a daze and slowly opened my eyes.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, and suddenly felt a cool breeze, he couldn't help but shuddered, and he immediately sat up soberly.

When he looked up, he found that the sky was dark around him, and he couldn't tell whether it was dawn or evening. He only saw a dilapidated and desolate old building standing not far in front of him.

Shen Luo's heart tightened, and he hurriedly lowered his head to look at himself, only to find that he was only wearing a thin underwear, which was covered with dried blood.

This attire was clearly what he wore when he was in Fengchi City before. He still clearly remembered that the original robe was taken off when he used it to hide the wolves.

"It seems that I have entered a dream again..." Shen Luo immediately understood his situation.

He hurriedly tore off his shirt, carefully inspected all parts of his body, and found that the injuries he had suffered from the previous fight with the demon wolf had healed, which made him feel a little relieved.

At this moment, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly tore off the shirt on his right shoulder to take a look.

"Why?" Shen Luo exclaimed.

His voice was not loud, but he was still startled by a few crows perched on a dead tree beside him, all of them flying away.

The reason why Shen Luo was so surprised was because he found that the skull pattern on his shoulder had mysteriously disappeared, and the talisman he was carrying was also not by his side.

It is understandable that the fork is gone, but why is the tattoo-like skull pattern gone?

"Could it be that mana also..."

Shen Luo was a little panicked in his heart, hurriedly chomping on the art, and started the nameless practice.

After a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the mana in his dantian was still turning freely.

He put on his clothes, calmly stood up, and carefully looked around.

The surrounding weeds are lush, the air is full of moisture, and thick fog is condensed, which cannot be seen clearly from a few feet away.

What he stood at his feet seemed to be an old blue brick road, which was damaged and overgrown with weeds in the gaps, extending to the old building in front.

Shen Luo took a few steps forward, only to find that the ancient building was the mountain gate of a temple. The roof tile was covered with grass, and the vermilion lacquer on the door wall had long since fallen off. solemn" four characters.

The half-closed mountain gate was almost toppled, and there was a plaque slanted on the top of the gate with the three characters "Jialan Temple" engraved on it.

"Looking at this dilapidated appearance, it has been abandoned for at least a hundred years, right?" Shen Luo said to himself.

In many of the strange novels he has read, it is mentioned that in the ancient temples in the barren mountains, there are often scenes of withered ghosts seducing scholars who go to Beijing to take the exam with illusions.

Of course, this cannot be true, but it was also mentioned in "The Chronicle of Zhang Tianshi's Conquering the Demon", such as temples and Taoist temples, and places such as the land and city gods. After that, it is more likely to attract ghosts and ghosts than ordinary places.

In addition, the two previous dreams he had encountered were ghosts and demons, and now he is a little hesitant whether to step into this temple.

Chapter 0088

At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound in the sky, and a strange yellow wind blew from nowhere, and it roared into a momentum in a moment, completely covering the sky.

The sky, which was not bright before, has now become completely dim, almost no different from the night.

The surrounding fog was blown by this strange wind, like a wall of air surging, and it was so powerful that it was almost impossible to walk normally.

In desperation, he had no choice but to walk into the ancient temple step by step against the strong wind.

As soon as he entered the mountain gate, Shen Luo saw a fat headless corpse sitting cross-legged in front of him, his heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to run Yang Gang Qi to protect himself.

But when he saw it clearly, he found that the corpse was still holding a string of beads in his hand, which was a clay statue of Maitreya Buddha.

Shenluo went around behind the Buddha statue, and saw a black armored statue with a pestle in hand standing with his back. Naturally, it was the guardian deity Weida, but there were only two holes in his eyes, which looked more and more hideous.

"Excuse me..." Shen Luo said in a low voice while raising his palm.

As a cultivator, no matter whether it is a Buddha or a Dao, one should always pay respect to one-third.

Shenlu passed through the fallen courtyard with fallen leaves and collapsed buildings, and saw the Daxiong Hall inside at a glance. The exterior looked relatively complete, but there were many leaks in the doors and windows, and there was a faint fire inside.

"Someone?" Shen Lu raised his brows and walked over carefully.

When he came to the front of the hall, he did not go in immediately, but leaned against the broken door and window and looked inside.

I saw that the hall was full of withered grass, and on the pedestal in the center was not a statue of Buddha or Bodhisattva, but a strange three-headed statue holding a shovel in his hand, which looked a bit funny. .

However, this is not surprising. Folks have always had the habit of worshipping local gods. It may be that some virtuous and virtuous person who had done things to save the hardships during his lifetime was molded into a golden body after his death and offered him as a fleshly Buddha.

At the foot of the statue, a pile of dry grass was simply paved into a bed, on which lay a beggar with messy hair and tattered body, leaning inward and falling asleep.

Not far from him, there was a squat, ugly man in a short brown shirt with leprosy, with a black hatchet at his waist and two bundles of firewood beside him, which looked like a woodcutter. husband.

In the corner of the inner wall of the main hall, many floor tiles were broken, and a large pit collapsed, and there was a pool of green rainwater in it.

Shen looked outside for a while, and seeing that the two of them hadn't noticed his existence, they pushed open the door and walked in.

When the dilapidated temple door was pushed open, the "squeak" sound was very loud. Immediately after it was opened, a yellow wind blew in, and the fire on the ground swayed "huhu".

Only then did the woodcutter notice Shen Luo, and when he saw that he was covered in blood, he couldn't help but shrank back with a look of fear on his face.

"Brother, don't be afraid, it's windy outside, I'll come in and hide, and I'll leave when the wind stops." Shen Luo smiled, turned and closed the hall door, wrinkling her nose.

The smell in this temple is really bad, and there is a smell of damp decay everywhere.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be malicious, the woodcutter moved the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a timid and flattering smile, and stretched out his hands in a gesture of asking for a seat.

Shen Luo glanced at the beggar and saw that he was still in a deep sleep. He didn't seem to know that someone was coming in. He folded his hands in his sleeves, silently walked to the right side of the fire, and sat down.

The woodcutter stole a glance at Shen Luo, then quickly looked away, looking cautious, and did not dare to speak.

Shen Luo didn't mean to speak either. After scanning the surroundings, he stared at the fire in a daze.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly turned to the direction of the temple gate.