A New Character Every Month

The seductive woman named Nie Xiaoqing suddenly screamed and turned around to flee.

"Didn't you say that no matter what I do to you, it's okay?"

Lin Zian sneered, and slapped a seal at her: "Grandma!"

The French seal flew out and instantly imprinted into Nie Xiaoqing's body.

Accompanied by a shrill cry, bursts of Buddha's light emanated from her body, and her body melted away like a ghost.

Until the Buddha's light dissipated, there was no trace of her in the room.

The sound woke up Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen who lived in another room.

The two hurried to the door: "Brother Fahai, are you okay?"

Lin Zian opened the door and looked at them with a smile on his face: "It's okay."

"The sound just now?"

Ning Caichen hesitated.

Lin Zian said: "Just now I met a ghost that wanted to harm me, and I solved it smoothly."

"Ghost?"

Yan Chixia looked puzzled and said: "But when I came here a few times ago, I didn't encounter anything. Could it be that these ghosts came in?"

Lin Zian shook his head: "Swordsmen like Brother Yan who slay demons and demons have a fierce aura in themselves, how can ordinary ghosts dare to approach you."

"makes sense."

Yan Chixia nodded proudly, and prepared to go back to sleep with Ning Caichen.

"Two wait a moment."

Lin Zian called them to stop.

Yan Chixia asked: "I wonder what else is going on with Brother Fa Hai?"

Ning Caichen also looked at him suspiciously.

"How many people did you kill in total?"

Lin Zian had a faint smile on his face.

Chapter 150 Three Bold Monsters, Where Do You Run?

Yan Chixia, Ning Caichen and their expressions changed, and a little panic flashed in their eyes.

"Brother Fahai, what do you mean?"

Yan Chixia immediately showed displeasure.

"What do I mean?"

Lin Zian's smile faded instantly, and a Zen stick suddenly appeared on his right hand, and he shouted: "Bold monster, I can tell you are not human at a glance!"

"Brother Fahai, how can you wrong people like this for no reason?"

"Brother Fahai, aren't you possessed by a ghost?"

The two looked at each other quietly and said seriously.

"Take your life!"

Lin Zian didn't talk nonsense, he waved his Zen stick and threw it at them.

The two men had fierce eyes, and a demonic aura surged from their bodies. They were about to make a move, but suddenly felt a dangerous aura emerging from the ordinary Zen staff.

Immediately, his footsteps lightly tapped the ground, and under the overlap of mana, his body quickly slid back, narrowly dodging the attack.

Lin Zian retracted the Zen stick that was waving a feint, and looked at them.

Who are the so-called Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen? They are clearly two large weasels walking upright and wearing robes.

Although Lin Zian hadn't opened his eyes to this, he had already expected it.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world that Yan Chixia, Ning Caichen, and Nie Xiaoqian, the three main characters in A Chinese Ghost Story, will meet one after another on a random mountain?

What's more, this is obviously in a wasteland world invaded by monsters, how could it be possible to change the painting style in an instant.

Not to mention that in the past few months, Lin Zi'an has learned about the other world from many ghosts.

It was a world that belonged exclusively to demons and ghosts, and there were no people at all, so the true identities of these few were already clear.

Either hallucinations, or demons pretending to be.

After all, this world also has stories about Nie Xiaoqian from Liaozhai.

"This monk is not easy, let's run first."

The two weasels saw that they had discovered the prototype, and they stopped staying immediately.

Turning around, he landed on all fours, jumped to the roof a few times, and fled towards the distant Buddhist pagoda.

"Bold evildoer, where are you running!"

Lin Zian jumped onto the roof and took out a golden bowl to take a picture: "Look at my big golden bowl! Take it!"

A huge suction force came from the mouth of the golden bowl.

"My body is out of control."

"Strange, how can I fly?"

The two weasels struggling to escape exclaimed, only to feel their bodies lighten suddenly, and flew back uncontrollably.

In a blink of an eye, he was sucked into the golden bowl.

"What is this place?"

The two weasels looked around in the golden bowl, only to see a round wall full of scriptures.

Panicked physically and mentally.

Immediately, a huge face appeared above Mian's head. Looking closely, it was the monk who was lured to the mountain by them.

They reacted, and immediately cursed: "You bald donkey, if you dare to arrest our Montenegro duo, you will die!"

"I advise you to let us go quickly, otherwise our grandma will definitely not let you go!"

"Grandma?"

Lin Zian smiled slightly.

I thought that the female ghost, who was aliased as Nie Xiaoqian, made that expression when she asked her if she knew the tree demon's grandmother, because of her acting skills, but now it seems that there is really a grandmother.

"Okay."

Lin Zian smiled and said: "I will stand here and not move, you can call the so-called grandma."

The two weasels looked suspicious, and then they said fiercely: "Our grandma is the demon king. Once he comes out, you monk will die."

"That's right, it's dead!"

The two weasels sang together, trying to threaten him.

Lin Zi'an's expression remained unchanged, but he used his magic power to destroy the scriptures in the golden bowl.

immediately.

The countless scriptures engraved inside the golden bowl slowly lit up, giving off a faint Buddha light.

"what is this?"

"My body...my body is burning!"

The two weasels screamed in pain as if they were in purgatory.

"Call your grandma out."

Lin Zi'an said, and stopped the Buddha's light.

It took a while for the two weasels to come to their senses, and they shouted viciously: "Grandma, grandma, here is a monk with thin skin and tender meat, come quickly!"

Under Lin Zian's control, their voices resounded throughout Lan Ruoshi.

It even spread outside the temple.

"What's that sound?"

Outside the temple, several big monks and dozens of second-level monks were quietly sneaking into Lanruo Temple.

But the voice in the temple made them stop suspiciously immediately.

"Someone? I'm going to help him."

As an old Taoist said, he didn't care about hiding, got up and was about to fly away.

"No, how do you know that this voice is not bait?"

A person next to him quickly grabbed him.

Several other big monks also persuaded: "There are third-level big monsters on this mountain, and there may be more than one. To be safe, we should act according to the original plan."

The old Taoist had no choice but to give up, and a group of people continued to sneak towards Lanruo Temple, but the speed was a little faster than before.

Inside the golden bowl, the two weasels yelled for dozens of breaths, but there was no movement in the temple.

There was silence except for the rustling of leaves in the wind.

The two weasels seemed to have sensed something, their voices gradually became smaller, and then disappeared, their expressions filled with frustration.

"The demon king grandma you are talking about."

Lin Zian mocked: "It seems that he is just a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

Putting the golden bowl back, he looked up at the nine-story pagoda in front of him.

Lin Zian's mana flowed all over his body, and he quickly flew up.

Under the slightly eerie moonlight, his figure swept across the air, and stopped when he was still tens of meters away from the nine-story pagoda.