Qingyue Temple

Jishen was looking at the body of his apprentice.

An apprentice who leaves his body without a soul looks numb.

The main body was not there, and Jishen took the position of the main body smoothly, landed lightly on the apprentice's shoulder, and licked the small melon seeds.

ya ya ya ya.

I'm a little bored, I want to do something.

ya ya ya ya.

But you have to look at your apprentice.

Jishen kowtowed the melon seeds, looked back at Fang Shanshui's expressionless face, simply put away the melon seeds, stepped on the apprentice's ears, climbed to the top of the apprentice's head, occupied the commanding heights, flattened his stomach and rolled on Fang Shanshui's soft hair in a circle.

mine.

Roll around again.

It's all mine.

Rolling around a few times, as if performing acrobatics, hanging upside down from Fang Shanshui's forehead, the outstretched little hand touched Fang Shanshui's nose, and the upside-down crimson glasses met Fang Shanshui's closed eyes.

Do not open your eyes.

So boring.

Jishen blew into Fang Shanshui's eyes, Fang Shanshui's closed eyes suddenly opened, his black pupils looked at Jishen as if they were out of focus.

The fallen Jishen was studying the apprentice's body.

At this moment, the rustling sound of small animals, as if talking, and the sound of stepping on the tip of the grass with the wind, attracted Jishen's attention.

A huge square face suddenly appeared on the surrounding wall. The square-faced house spirit saw the current postures of the old master Jishen and the young master, and immediately dived back as if to see no evil, and then hesitated to reveal half of his face. With a square face sideways, as if I didn't see anything, he said to the wall pillar: [Uh... Lord, old master, there are a few weasels sneaking in outside, what should we do? 】

To prevent accidents, Zhai Ling moved the spiritual root on the window sill to another place, so as not to be stared at by these uninvited guests. If some damage is done, the little master will probably feel distressed.

Weasel... delicious?

It seems that the subject and the disciples are going to the weasel banquet, and there should be many weasels there.

Zhai Ling seemed to be able to sense what Jishen was saying, thought for a while and replied: [I don't know if it tastes good, it may not suit your appetite, old master, it may be bland. 】

The word "light" really dispelled Jishen's appetite.

Just as he was talking, a small animal suddenly jumped up from the open window.

Master Jishen, who was hanging upside down on the apprentice's face, didn't turn his body over, but turned his head 180 degrees directly. His crimson eyes looked at the little thing that entered. It looked like a shrunken evil spirit, extremely terrifying.

Zhai Ling, who likes to watch various TV dramas, was taken aback by the horror movie appearance of the old master.

The long weasel looks like a big fur collar, revealing its sneaky eyes. Outside the window, there are several other weasels hanging under its tail. Those weasels use the tail of the weasel that reached the top first as a rope, and bite its tail. The tail bared and climbed up.

One, two, three...a total of five.

Skewers.

Maybe grill it and sprinkle it with paprika and cumin and make it less bland?

When Jishen saw the intruder, he immediately thought about the appropriate cooking method.

As a lover of heavy flavors, it and its main figure prefer frying and grilling, not small and fresh.

The weasels on the windowsill squeaked and seemed to be talking.

"Squeak."

It's that human body!

"Squeak?"

It seems that there is no ambush?

"Squeak!"

Don't be afraid of an ambush, go!

Eyes glowing green in the night stared covetously at the indifferent Fang Shanshui. They seemed unable to see the master hanging upside down in front of Fang Shanshui, the terrifying head turned 180 degrees, and To those crimson eyes staring straight at them.

The weasels suddenly jumped down from the windowsill.

Pointing at Jishen's long and pointed nails, the weasels that jumped down one after another, stuck their heads on the ground like onions. They didn't seem to realize what was wrong, and continued to pounce on Fang Shanshui, and Jishen twisted his twisted neck , With another finger, these weasels seemed to have lost their way, and circled around Fang Shanshui's body, connecting end to end one after another.

"Squeak?"

What's going on, why can't we catch him?

"Squeak."

Humans have many means, and he probably arranged some legendary formation.

"Squeak."

Now what?Do you want to summon the ancestors to take a look?

Seeing that something was wrong, the weasels turned around and put their heads together, stretching out their claws, as if they were worshiping God, as if they were calling for something.

But soon, they found that their summoning failed, and the ancestor didn't know why, and there was no response at all.

Jishen quietly looked at the panicked weasels below, and slowly took out the knitting ball left over from the handicraft master, his fingernails were chattering and intertwined, with a sharp cold light.

The weasels became flustered, and couldn't help but back away and wanted to run away. They vaguely heard the sound of knives being sharpened.

"Squeak!"

Seems very wrong, there is an ambush among us!

"squeak!"

run!

Naturally, Jishen would not let the dim sum in his mouth escape, and the rope in his hand was thrown out like a whip.

The black rope was like ramen noodles, stretched in the air in an instant, and seemed to have eyes, and quickly jumped under the limbs of the running weasels, entangled with their wagging tails, and tied the tails of the weasels in a knot , tied to a rope.

One, two, three...five, all strung together.

Afterwards, holding the body on the other end of the rope, and tugging with his small hand, those weasels who were thumping their calves and jumping on the window sill suddenly slid down, hanging on the rope one by one and being dragged back. The little paws made several scratches on the ground, but to no avail.

"squeak--!"

The terrified weasels immediately screamed like they were being slaughtered.

Jishen pulled back his own skewers, and the black rope in its hand seemed to be retracting automatically, and it was getting shorter and shorter with Jishen's pull, and the weasels also changed with this changing rope, slowly Slowly get smaller.

Mentioning a bunch of weasels, he is like a fisherman who has a good harvest and casts his net back. Under the gaze of his crimson eyes, the big fat fish in the net is at a loss and convulsed.

The weasels were about to faint from fright, why didn't they see this evil ghost just now!

Jishen opened his mouth impressively, lifted a bunch of weasels above him, and loosened his hands.

"squeak--!"

Zhai Ling suddenly shuddered, sneaked into the wall and covered his face, and in the next second, Jishen spit out the weasel.

Zhai Ling was surprised, why the old master would let go of the food, and was about to ask, when Zhai Ling heard Jishen's dissatisfied thoughts.

Gee.

It's not skewered, it's stinky tofu.

Stinky tofu is just stinky tofu, no salt, no cumin, no chili... Poor review.

"Squeaky-!"

The weasels who had escaped from the dead hugged their heads and screamed, and the little hairy paws grabbed the brothers beside them, trembling.

·

The goblins on the first floor of the Old Man's Tree Cave Mansion looked at the screen above their heads in fear. Every light movement of the huge toes on the screen would cause the illusion below them to shake, as if the sky was about to fall, and there were already many people Ready to flee.

The one that shakes the most is obviously not outside the cave, but inside the cave of Old Man Tree itself. There are already many weasels inside, dragging their families and preparing to run away.

Among them was the little old man's family who brought Fang Shanshui.

Facing the dust and debris falling in clusters from the shaking cave, the short old man gathered with his family and counted the sons, grandsons, great-grandsons, great-great-grandsons around him. Shouting: "Where are three four five six seven? Where did they go?"

"Father, didn't you say that you would let them go to find out the whereabouts of Shijiu and his son while you were attracting that human being? They have gone."

The little old man gasped suddenly: "Oops! I just forgot!"

"Forget what!?"

The short old man yelled: "Forget to tell them not to go! Just now, the Daoist Yangshen, the ancestor suffered a lot when he ran into it. Look at the shock above. If he knew that we were dishonest and went to spy on us secretly, maybe it was another trouble!"

The little weasels, who are used to being arrogant, don't think this is a problem: "What are you afraid of? After we restrain their physical bodies, maybe they can help the ancestors in turn."

The little old man thought so too.

The old man's tree cave is not the one who can suffer, and he never thought of making peace with Fang Shanshui in a serious manner. When Fang Shanshui proposed to come to their cave, the short old man almost laughed. Isn't this a sheep in the mouth of a tiger? ?

Although the development of the current situation is somewhat beyond the expectation of the short old man, the consistent strength of the ancestors still gives them...

The short old man's eyes suddenly widened: "Old Ancestor!"

Fang Shanshui's disguised ancestor Huang Yun sneaked into the entrance of the cave on the first floor of the old man's tree.

It seems to be a city here, with the traffic, city walls, village buildings, all kinds of small houses and small streets up and down, and there are little goblins who divide the work everywhere, but now, these goblins are in a mess, and they seem to be Packed up the clothes and wanted to escape.

Fang Shanshui was about to invite some goblins to ask questions, but unexpectedly a short old man with a familiar face jumped in front of him.

He saw the weasels rushing out of it, and after listening to them say a few words, Fang Shanshui deliberately moved to the side of the familiar short old man, acting in a hurry to let him see him.

There are city walls, walled buildings, and various tree houses inside.

When the short old man found out that Fang Shanshui was pretending to be Huang Yun's patriarch, he jumped up immediately.

"Old Ancestor, what happened above? Why are you here?"

The little old man hurriedly left the boys around him, and quickly caught up with Fang Shanshui.

Fang Shanshui saw that the short old man looked confused, and knew that Huang Yun's patriarch might be held back by his master, so he didn't have much time to send a message to his subordinates.

Fang Shanshui changed his mind, and said: "Then...the monster is powerful, he is destroying my cave, and I can't stand it anymore. Come up with a way to get him away."

"I... I think?"

The short old man was a little dumbfounded for a moment, he was shocked by Fang Shanshui's statement that the cave could not withstand it, and he was stunned by Fang Shanshui's request.

Fang Shanshui looked majestic: "Of course you thought, you were the one who brought people here."

The little old man was speechless, thinking to himself, didn't you agree to that.But he didn't dare to argue with the ancestor about who was right and who was wrong. Anyway, if the ancestor said it was his fault, it was his fault, not bad but also wrong.

The short old man thought anxiously for a moment: "By the way, the ancestor, that monster doesn't seem to ask much, but he came with his apprentice. His apprentice came to us to find the soul of a human child. Maybe we hand him over. Can I talk to them?"

Fang Shanguo said decisively: "Then hand it over."

But... But his son and grandson are still in Fang Shanshui's hands, and it was agreed that Fang Shanshui would just let Fang Shanshui take a look at Sun Chenxi, and then exchange...

The short old man hesitated to speak, but seeing the expressionless and serious look of the ancestor, he also knew that the whole old man's tree cave was in crisis now, and he couldn't care about this little gain or loss at this time.

The short old man: "Old Ancestor, wait a minute. I'll go to the dungeon to fish people out. There are a lot of human souls in the dungeon, so it might be chaotic right now."

The goblins in their old man's tree cave house are the top ones, and from time to time there are humans who offend them, and a few traces of souls are attracted to them. These confused souls will be controlled by the weasels below, and they will serve as slaves here.

These servants don't have their own thoughts, they just contribute a bit of spiritual power to the mustard seed illusion of the old man's tree cave every day, and maintain a bit of energy demand for the illusion.

Of course, the servants are occasionally controlled to do some miscellaneous work of collecting and brewing. Sun Chenxi is slightly younger and has extremely low mental energy, so he has been doing these handy jobs, but now the cave is in chaos, and the weasel supervisor Busy with discussing escape, these controlled living souls naturally stayed in the prison in a daze, no one cared about them.

When Fang Shanshui heard what the little old man said, he instantly understood that there might be many people like Sun Chenxi in the dungeon, and immediately said, "I'll go with you."

The little old man was a little surprised, at this moment, the cave was shaken violently again, this time the shaking was stronger and more terrifying than any previous one.

"Crack, wipe..." A huge crack sound appeared in the sky.

The screen above the city was like a shattered mirror, with cracks like spider webs, and then the huge toe on the screen disappeared completely, and the top became pitch black.

This is a sign of the destruction of the second floor.

The first floor was also affected a lot.

"Ah!" The goblins in the cave shrieked and ran around. The goblins who had just had a fluke mentality didn't dare to hesitate anymore.

Some saw Huang Yun's patriarch in Fang Shanshui's disguise and wanted to run over to ask for shelter, but Fang Shanshui was surrounded by weasels from the short old man's family first.

Fang Shanshui looked up at the sky, and said coldly to the little old man, "Hurry up! Time is running out!"

The little old man was bluffed, and hurriedly led the way, leading Fang Shanshui to the dungeon in the city.

·

As soon as Master Huang Yun grabbed Patriarch Huang Yun's figure, his body became bigger again. This time, it seemed to have completely restored its original size, squeezing all the illusions around it to pieces.

The environment in front of the figure-figure master suddenly turned aside, there were no more pavilions and buildings around, and a rough tree pit looked up. Outside the pit, the branches and leaves of the banyan tree could be seen rustling in the night wind.

The figure master looked around and found that it was currently nesting in a not-so-big tree hole, and a small model the size of Fang Shanshui's clothes button seemed to be sitting under its buttocks. The model grew out of the heart of the tree. But the pavilions, palaces and temples inside are like a fairy palace.

However, such an ingenious and exquisite gadget was collapsed by it.

"Let go, let go quickly! I am Patriarch Huang Yun, you can't... Ah! My cave! You ruined my cave!"

Patriarch Huang Yun saw the tragic model under the figure of Master's buttocks, and immediately screamed in horror and disbelief.

Figure Master used his own 40-meter-long knife nails to pinch Huang Yun, the size of a mayfly, and said, "Where is my apprentice?"

Patriarch Huang Yun didn't dare to fight this monster again, and quickly shouted: "Your apprentice is on the first floor! On the first floor! I'll take you to find it, and you hurry up and leave with your apprentice! Don't mess with me anymore. , I beg you!"

The figure master stood up when he heard the words. Suddenly, it found that there were a few squashed things under its buttocks. Those things wanted to transform into shapes and escape when it got up together. It was the few things that stabbed it just now. guy.

Well, dinner!

can't run.

The figure master didn't wait for the evil spirits, adapted from the compression of the mustard space, escaped incarnation, and directly squatted down again, pressing the evil spirits that were wriggling in the area of ​​Wuzhi Mountain under him again .

what--

There was a faint scream that stopped abruptly.

Patriarch Huang Yun, who was not affected, couldn't help but twitch as well, as if reliving the horror experience that had just been crushed and reshaped.

The figurine master trapped a few snacks that were under pressure, and after putting them away, he got up again and jumped out of the tree hole.

It was only when they got out of the tree hole that they realized that this was the big banyan tree they had just seen when they came here. There was no goblin market, and there were no goblin dancers in a mess. Even the sound of mosquitoes was rare here, and the only thing that was quiet was the sound of the wind. .

Patriarch Huang Yun pointed to a tree hole coiled up at the root of the tree, and said, "It's in that tree hole! You are too big, you can't get in, and you, the primordial spirit, will definitely not be able to enter my mustard seed illusion again. , you wait here, your apprentice might come out by himself in a while."

The figure master looked at the tree hole, um, the head can get in, but the body will probably get stuck.

But it doesn't want to wait, what if someone bullies the apprentice?The apprentice is so small, easy to bully.

How to do?

Patriarch Huang Yun, who was shaken almost to pieces, screamed tiredly: "You are so big and can't get in, what can I do? I am also very helpless. Otherwise, if you let me go, I will give you away!" You brought it out?"

The crimson eyes of the figurine master swept over this treacherous old weasel, and Patriarch Huang Yun immediately shut up.

……

There are quite a lot of people in the dungeon. There are adults and children, men and women, all of whom are stupefied and lifeless.

In the dungeon, Fang Shanshui saw the soul of the little Lin Chenxi. Now Lin Chenxi is like a little weasel with incomplete transformation. Just like his physical body, some tentacles have grown on his face, and even some tentacles have appeared behind his ears. The hair has changed to yellow, and the eyes are also changing.

Fang Shanshui: "Let them all out."

The short old man was shocked and said: "No way, ancestor, if it is released, the illusion of the old man's tree cave will not be able to maintain the daily electricity consumption."

Daily electricity...

Fang Shanshui: "It's almost collapsed, so don't worry about the daily electricity consumption. If it's a big deal, I'll catch it later, and do it quickly."

Fang Shanshui was a little worried about the situation in the cave, so he had no time to think about it, so he made a request outrageously. He didn't know that the daily electricity consumption mentioned by the little old man actually had other important meanings, so that this sentence made many weasels think about it. He became suspicious.

These weasels were also decisive. As soon as they doubted, they immediately moved their hands on Fang Shanshui, and suddenly a shadow jumped over and sprayed smoke on Fang Shanshui's face.

Fang Shanshui dodges immediately, although the dodge is still in time, but the smoke slightly touched Fang Shanshui's face, and the disguise of Huang Yun's patriarch on his face immediately seemed to be peeled off.

exposed.

The little old man shouted angrily: "You are not the ancestor! You are that human being!"

The other weasels were also angry: "This human is pretending to be an ancestor to play us, it's too disgusting, catch him and kill him!"

Hundreds of weasels around gathered to respond, as if rebelling and rebelling.

·

While recording, Fang Mu listened to the weasel trapped in the test box next to him yelling at the ancestor, it has already yelled.

The weasel was about to cry, and said angrily, "Are you kidding me on purpose! You must not have shut down the shield you said! You humans are really bad, illogically bad! If you are afraid of my ancestors , don’t ask me to call the ancestor over with an arrogant face. You are giving me a chance while you are talking like this, while deliberately watching my jokes, it’s too shameless! Two-faced and three-handed! Despicable and despicable!"

"I have heard a lot of idioms, and I am a weasel who loves to learn. Not bad. But you are wrong, I have indeed turned off the shield." Fang Mu drew on an electronic tablet, and then put the board in front of the weasel. Show it, let it see reality.

Fang Mu explained the data above with a blank face: "The detector has already sensed the wave of thought when you called, and I recorded it for future research. Look here, the data here shows the results of the few calls you just made , Your thought wave travels an average of about 400 kilometers each time, and it weakens several times during the period. I also added electric current to help you amplify the sound, so this is obviously not your problem, nor my problem, but yours. The ancestor's question - he didn't respond to you. I think, either you are too useless, you will be arrested if you are caught, your ancestor would not care to go out for you..."

The weasel, who was stunned by Fang Mu's data, immediately jumped up: "You are talking nonsense! The ancestor is my great-great-great-great-great-grandpa, and he likes our great-great-great-great-great-grandmother the most. You have always taken care of me, so you won't ignore me!"

"Oh, I haven't finished yet." Fang Mu, who was refuted, showed no mood swings, and then said another possibility, "Either your ancestor is in crisis now, and something may have happened and he couldn't respond to you You can call every now and then, maybe you will get in touch at some point? Of course, don’t be afraid if you can’t get in touch all the time, they will never be worse than you.”

As Fang Mu said, he grinned at the corners of his mouth, which made the weasel feel cold all over, and slid to the ground against the glass box.