My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

The foot weighing more than a thousand catties, with surging yang energy, directly crushed Guo Xiaoya's hand. Guo Xiaoya screamed heart-piercingly, and Qin Kun kicked her face away: "I can't live without you? Bamboo mud ghost, you He thinks too highly of himself."

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Linjiang City, Panlong District.

This is where the Town God's Temple is located.

Town God's Temple is also one of the few antique streets in Linjiang City, where the only temple in Linjiang City - Shanfo Temple is located.

The temple is covered with verdant pines and cypresses, and the ancient charm is leisurely. At night, the stones, trees, and attics in the yard echo the bright moon in the sky, filled with Zen, but at this moment, there is a touch of blood floating in the air.

An old monk was dressed in ragged clothes, and the luxurious cassock was hung on his body in strips of cloth. He stared and saw that the sharp knife in his hand was dripping with blood, and there were seven or eight dead monks lying in the yard.

Sweat mixed with blood flowed down his face, and the old monk suddenly knelt on the ground, covering his face and crying bitterly.

"Who can tell me what is going on!!!"

Some of these dead bodies were monks on the list, and some were monks in the temple. The old monk twitched all over when he suddenly heard footsteps.

Looking up, a monk appeared, holding a Buddhist bead and chanting the Buddha's name.

"Kong Hui, you broke the precept."

The corpses on the ground had died long ago, and the yard was full of blood. The majestic Buddhist temple was no different from Shura Hell.

"Senior brother Kongyun! It wasn't me, it wasn't me...Senior brother...it really wasn't me..." The old monk's fingers were trembling, and his senior monk, Kongyun monk sighed: "Of course it wasn't you...Kong Hui, you are going look."

The old monk turned his head and unexpectedly saw two phantoms.

A man with braids and a sneer, with a barbed nose and a sinister expression.Beside him stood a tall guard.

Monk Kongyun said: "Why did you curse my junior brother into a demon? I don't know what is the conflict between my good Buddhist temple and you?"

After Monk Kong Yun finished speaking, Monk Kong Hui held a sharp knife and said sharply: "It turns out that there is a little devil!"

The guard rubbed his belly, laughed like thunder and looked at Monk Kongyun: "Hahahaha, you have no Buddha heart, no Buddha nature, your junior brother has a demon in his heart, why should my lord come to trouble you?"

The guard walked up to the other party, lowered his head and smirked, and patted the other party's face: "Monk Kong Hui, right... the Buddhist scriptures have been read into the dog's stomach???"

"You...!!!" Monk Kong Hui's chest was full of depression, he vomited blood, and he was about to burst into tears: "I want your life!"

"Buddhism is one hundred and eight kalpas, five hundred arhats are boundless!"

"Vajra Buddha, Arhat Formation!"

Monk Konghui clasped his hands together, his broken clothes bulged without wind, his eyeballs turned pure white, and behind him, five hundred arhats appeared one after another.

The guard sneered: "There are boundless bones on the battlefield, and there are graves built by strong winds and scorched earth!"

"Drumming!"

Behind the armored guards and the braided man, a battlefield was formed. Afterwards, the cemetery appeared, and the skeleton army crawled out of thousands of tombs. Human skins were used as drums, and human bones were used as hammers. shrouded in.

One beat of the drum, and it's all set!

Beat the drum twice, charge and kill!

Beat the drum three times and break the formation!

The five hundred arhats were like bubbles, and they would be broken with a single poke. A bone in the hand of a skeleton soldier smashed into the head of the monk.

"Trash." The mirage was withdrawn, and the guards did not kill. Monk Kong Hui couldn't believe that the Arhat formation that he was proud of was so vulnerable?

"You guys..." Monk Kong Hui flashed a stern look, and was about to rush to do his best again, but was stopped by his senior brother.

Monk Kongyun smiled wryly and shook his head: "That's a ghost general."

Monk Kong Hui took a deep breath, was stunned for a moment, and burst into tears.

"Brother, I'm sorry for them, I..."

A trace of persistence and determination flashed through the blood-red eyes, "I'll never let you go even if I'm a ghost!!!"

Monk Kong Hui reversed the tip of the knife and stabbed it in his chest.

Monk Kongyun closed his eyes, and two lines of muddy tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The blood spurted, the guard licked the blood stains around his mouth, turned around and said: "Master Jueluo, the task is completed, this old monk committed suicide, obsession should be enough."

After a while, a resentful ghost emerged from the monk's body. The braided man who hadn't spoken picked up the ghost monk, and said to himself, "Enough is enough for resentment. Put finger cots on him."

The ghost monk was struggling, and the guard slapped him on the face: "Stop dreaming, this ghostly spirit still wants to kill us?"

A finger cot was forcibly put on, and the ghost monk was furious.

"Bad karma and turbid fire?" Monk Kongyun exclaimed.

The man with clear braids smiled: "I have some knowledge. Your brother's heart is not stable, he became mad, and killed seven people in anger, Master Kongyun, right? Do you want to seek revenge from me?"

Monk Kongyun pursed his lips: "Please leave your name, the poor monk will never die with you."

The braided man laughed loudly: "With such a loud tone, aren't you afraid that I will kill you right now?"

Monk Kongyun said: "You are afraid of me teaching the secret arts of Buddhism and demons, so you dare not kill people."

"Sure enough, you are knowledgeable. Vajra Buddha, I have seen it once. You are a branch of Folin Temple, right? After learning a little superficiality, you want to set up a temple to preach. If you can't even protect the teaching, don't be ashamed."

The braided man saw that the ghost monk beside him was roasted by evil karma, changed his appearance, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Remember, my name is Xijueluo." Qing Braided Man said, waved away, and the guards also escorted the ghost and left.

If Qin Kun was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the ghost monk who was roasted by the evil karma turned into Uncle Qu, exactly the same!

Chapter 0665 Battle of the Mirage World

After 4 o'clock in the morning, it was still dark in Linjiang City.

After Yinshi passed, ghosts who dared to stay in the yang world would be suppressed by yang energy. Xijueluo and the guards returned to the school.

Behind him, a ghost with chaotic consciousness was escorted by the guards, staggering behind him.

"Master Jueluo, the manor is ahead, why don't you go in?"

Right in front of them was a bamboo garden, where their lair was. Standing by the basketball court a hundred meters outside the bamboo garden, Xijueluo stopped in his tracks.

"Wait, there's something weird."

For some reason, Xijueluo felt that Zhuyuan was different today, and some inexplicable discomfort filled his mind.

"eccentric?"

The guard was taken aback, why didn't he see anything strange.

Although Xijueluo looked young, he acted cautiously. Zhang Yiming, the new recruit last time, couldn't bear the loneliness. He went out at night to absorb the yang energy, which directly attracted the attention of the yang people.

Xijueluo was even more careful at that time, the manor would be exposed at any time, so he had to cheer up.

"Zhang Tong, go get those two guys out."

Naturally, Xijueluo was referring to Guo Xiaoya and Zhang Yiming who took care of the bamboo garden.

Zhang Tong walked into the bamboo forest and came to Guo Xiaoya's cave, but found no one.

He sniffed, and there are Yang people staying here? !

"Damn it, are they breaking the taboo again?"

Grandpa Jue Luo was about to achieve great things, but at the critical moment, he made mistakes again and again. If the bamboo mud ghost hadn't saved Master Jue Luo's life and healed his injuries, Master Jue Luo would not have indulged her again and again .

She brought that idiot, who has been causing trouble, and now she has kidnapped Yangren again?

Zhang Tong quickly walked out of the cave, wanting to report the incident to Master Jue Luo.

However, two people suddenly sat on the stone at the entrance of the cave.

A greasy moustache, wearing a floral shirt.

A horse face in a Taoist robe, with an arrogant and unkind expression.

Zhang Tong looked at the other party, and the other party also looked at himself.

"What are you looking at, is there a flower on Grandpa's face?"

Li Chong lit a cigarette, and on his body lay a female ghost with the death pattern of the ghost curse. The female ghost was lying on Li Chong's back, like a witch with a disheveled head, but her facial features were very delicate.She pushed back the messy hair on her forehead with her fingers, and said with a smile: "Master, he is a ghost general, and he has quite a ghostly aura."

On the other side, behind the horse-faced Taoist priest, a black silk ghost appeared, his face was covered by a black cloth, his eyes were cold, he pulled out an embroidered spring knife, and held it behind his back.

"Zhao Feng, is this guy?"

The horse-faced Taoist priest had a haughty expression on his face, and was about to order to take down the other party, when he suddenly heard the ghost messenger calling his name directly, and said in a low voice: "Hei Siu, the poor Taoist priest raised you as a ghost messenger, you need to give the poor Taoist some thin noodles."

The black silk ghost tugged at the black cloth covering his face: "Thin face? I used to be a member of the Jinyi Guard's army, and you are just a low-level Tiqi. If I didn't know how to repay you, do you think I would listen to you?"

Zhao Feng was about to explode with anger, this black silk ghost was so arrogant that he didn't even want to see him, and he was a serious classist.

I'm Ti Qi?That's all modest self-proclaiming!It also belongs to Jianghu slang, not the official position you used to talk about!

This guy actually underestimated himself?

The black silk ghost felt that his master's strength was mediocre. Although his ability to escape was amazing, if he fought head-on, no one would win. If it weren't for being under the fence, this kind of quack priest wouldn't even want to reason with his personality in life.

Li Chong said: "Don't talk nonsense, Qin Kun and Fatty are going to catch the one outside. If we don't finish this one quickly, we will be laughed at. Let's do it!"

Zhao Feng was very angry, but he didn't bother with addressing any more, and the black silk ghost said: "I'll take the lead first!"

Guard Zhang Tong, the level of a ghost general.

Now, he has confirmed that Master Jueluo's premonition just now was correct.The strength of the two Yang people in front of them is unknown, but the difference between the two ghosts is very clear.

The ghost general's spiritual power fluctuates!And there are two!

It seems that one of them is a witch and the other is a samurai.

"The battlefield is boundless with bones, and the wind scorches the earth to build graves!"

Zhang Tong's expression was terrified, and he shouted like thunder: "Beat the Tucheng Drum!"

The bamboo forest disappeared and turned into a battlefield of scorched earth and smoke, with graves all over the place. Skeleton soldiers crawled out of the graves. After beating the three-way drum, this time, a group of bannerman skeleton soldiers appeared, galloping on horseback.

Mirage Realm · Geographical Advantage!

The black silk ghost who rushed out was taken aback, and thought to himself: What the hell... This guy is not a general, but a commander? !

The guy who looks like a tall man is actually very powerful. The whole battlefield is his mirage. This is not a fierce ghost of the melee type.

The bone soldiers were very weak, and the bone soldiers of the banner man were a bit stronger, but they were also killed by the black silk ghost in an instant, killing several of them.

But... in front of the battlefield, there are so many bone soldiers, he can't kill them alone!In this mirage world, either the opponent's mental strength cannot be sustained, or the opponent is severely injured. Besides, it is not realistic at all to slaughter all the bone soldiers.

He is also a ghost general, and the black silk ghost's ghostly aura is all in his own killing skills. In the time of a stick of incense, the massacre is like mowing grass, and there are still bone soldiers pouring out of the opponent's battle formation.

The black silk ghost wanted to bully him, but was wrapped in three layers inside and outside, and fell into a hard fight.

Zhao Feng was also pulled into the Mirage Realm, and when he saw the somewhat embarrassed black silk ghost, he curled his lips and said, "I can't do anything! Li Chong, the rhythm and momentum of the drumming over there haven't changed at all. I'm afraid his mental strength is still the same." Plenty, quick battle."

Li Chong nodded. In this mirage world, unless the opponent lets him and the others leave, or there is a way to break it, other than that, the only way to get out is to die all of himself or the opponent.

"Curse karma, Luezhen."

"Good host."

The curse karma ghost climbed down from Li Chong's body, clapped his hands, "Play the drums? I will too!"

In the mirage world, an altar appeared, and a group of people like witches danced with strange screams. Next to them, the slender arms of the cursed ghost swung two huge animal bone drumsticks and beat the big drum.

The black silk ghost who was fighting fiercely suddenly heard a burst of excited drums. Looking back, on an altar, the curse ghost was beating a drum. It's decreasing!

The black silk ghost was shocked!

What also inspired me was that Master Li and my master came to support me.

"Nine Transformations of Fish and Dragon—Flying Knife Transformation!"

"Kuihu Taoism - Dou Jiuyin!"

Li Chong and Zhao Feng tore a gap between the bone soldiers on the inner and outer floors, and broke into the encirclement.

On the other side, the ghost general Zhang Tong who was sitting firmly in the Chinese army, a trace of panic flashed across his face.

Two fists are no match for four hands. He understood what this sentence meant. These Yang people...are ghost hunters? !

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The bamboo garden is next to the sports building, not far from the basketball court.

Seeing that Zhang Tong hadn't returned for a long time, Xi Jueluo flashed something bad.