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Speaking of ghosts, the faces of the three present were not very good. I can still vividly remember the scene where the ghost king rebelled in the ghost world 200 years ago and attracted tens of thousands of resentful ghosts and evil spirits to attack the human world. Ferocious, but resentful ghosts and evil spirits condensed by the filth and darkness of the world, most of them look extremely hideous and terrifying, even distorted beyond human form.

Wherever the evil spirits go, the stench of corpses is everywhere, and the resentment is soaring. Even the bloody handful of blood will be unbearable to those who are even a little bit clean.

But since the ghost king died out and Ghost Buddha Hanzhou accepted the ghost world, it is rare to see such vicious ghosts in the world.

unless……

Qingying frowned, could it be that something went wrong again in the dark Abi Purgatory?

Thinking of this, Qing Ying couldn't sit still anymore, looked at the long dragging bloodstain on the snow, and said, "Ghost Raksha shouldn't appear in the world, I'm worried that something happened to Shura Dao, you go first, I'll go Take a look at the ghost world."

When he was getting up, Yun Chi flicked the tentacles, squinted his small eyes, and asked Mu Dan, "Who cried and swore that he would never step into the ghost world again~?"

Qingying paused in his movements, his face was ashen, and he sat back to the same place with his hands and feet, and stopped talking, not knowing whether he was angry with himself or the big snail that pierced him.

Mu Dan broke the deadlock, "Why don't we think about how we should go in the future, seeing that the East Jing Kingdom is full of ghosts, it must be that Emperor Cang and Tun'er haven't left here, why don't you and I split into two groups, Qing Ying, you go to investigate the origin of Raksha, the ghost ghost, to see if there is something wrong with Shura's way, and Xiaocha and I will continue to look for Tun'er."

The snow that had fallen in the middle of the night began to float up again in the morning, covering the snow marks on the ground in a profuse manner, and people's voices began to be faintly heard on the street.

Qingying was still staring at the cold tea in front of him sullenly, until he heard more and more voices outside, if he didn't go out, he might be found traces of the grieving ghost walking, causing unnecessary panic, Qingying poured the cold tea After drinking it in one sip, Bing's heart gradually cooled down, so he pretended to be reluctant and chased after the traces of the grieving ghost.

The gap in the cloud turned back into a human form, and he lay on the table without sleeping all night without any sign of tiredness. His delicate and handsome face had the beauty of spring flowers shining in the moon, but it was a little bit colder than the frost outside. His weak and boneless leaning Looking at the animal husbandry list, lowering his eyes.

I'm not in a good mood.

"Just now Qingying was here so I can't tell you, do you think it's strange that Emperor Cang slaughtered members of the Xia clan? Although I'm not familiar with Emperor Cang, I always feel that he shouldn't be such a tyrannical person." Mu Dan let He leaned on it and put it in his arms.

Yun Gap raised his eyelids, apparently he didn't want to talk about it, and said listlessly, "I don't care if it's strange or not~, I just want to be careful~"

Mu Dan sighed, thinking of Yun Chi who hated sticky fellows back then, he felt a little bit emotional, after all, he became a father and mother, and all his heart was devoted to raising children.

The two of them had spells close by, so they didn't have to worry about being overwhelmed. Now that they had already made plans, they didn't delay any longer. Mu Dan stared at the gap and ate some nectar, and then hurriedly went on the road to find Tun'er.

The morning bell in the ancient temple rang three times, Yuntun sat up in a daze, rubbed his eyes, walked out of the attic, and saw the city stretching as far as the eye could see, covered with snowflakes.

He was a little hungry, and saw half a ferocious head popping out of the brick-red wall of the ancient temple, sticking out its scarlet tongue hoarsely at him, grinning grinningly, ready to see his panic-stricken appearance.

Yun Tun rested his chin on the lacquered mahogany handrail of the terrace, and pointed to the back of the head. The head was stunned for a moment with its red tongue sticking out. As soon as it turned around the half-drawn, broken and twisted head, it was greeted by a silver beam. The silk threads were pulled to pieces, and they were so dead that they couldn't die anymore.

He shrugged and closed the cotton curtain.

Cang Qi came up with the long-necked wooden kettle used for watering in the ancient temple, a layer of floating snow fell on his black robe, Yun Tun walked over to tiptoe to shoot, but he dodged.

"Dirty things fell on my body accidentally." Cang Qi said, putting the wooden kettle aside, taking off his outer shirt and throwing it on the ground, frowning, he dealt with the ghosts gathered outside the ancient temple before dawn, saving money It's an eyesore, I never thought that these monsters are disgusting, and when the whip is thrown, the blood splashes, Cang Qi didn't expect it for a while, and a few drops were sprayed on his body.

He flicked his sleeves, and a few silver threads took the opportunity to get out, rubbing against Yun Tun's hands pitifully.As a weapon, Yinsi tied herself into a knot just now when she was reprimanded by her master. If it hadn't been for having no face, it would have been wronged.

Yuntun wrapped the silver thread around his wrist as a shining bracelet. He heard a young monk outside the ancient temple shouting loudly to the other, asking him where the kettle was and whether he was dozing off and didn’t look at it. The other replied a few words , the two twisted into a ball in the snow.

The culprit looked at the kettle frankly, took off his inner robe in front of Yuntun, revealing his lean upper body, took off his underwear, and exposed two slender, straight and powerful thighs. His shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and his smooth muscles ran along the narrow The waistline is tucked under the flat belly, from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, all showing how good this old cow is.

Yun swallowed, thinking, the lean ganoderma must be very chewy.

Cang Qi showed off his temptation once more, seeing Yun Tun drooling greedily, feeling depressed in his heart, why is his mortal appearance not as seductive as a flat-covered mushroom.

"What do you want to do~", Yun Tun crossed his arms in front of his chest, with a look of 'indecent hooligan' on his face.

Cang Qi coughed dryly, and said in a deep voice, "Think about it." After saying that, the old man blushed, and quickly turned into a palm-sized flat-topped ugly mushroom and poked it on the table, "Bath."

Yuntun looked at the kettle, feeling blessed to his soul, picked up his pocket and poured the Ganoderma lucidum to cool his heart. The water-colored purple Ganoderma lucidum was lustrous and moist, and the fungus flesh was thick, turning into a few silver threads to rub against his body. I took a shower.

Um... really a family that saves water.

Cang Qi bathed and changed, and changed into a black robe of the same color.

With black waves rolling under his eyes, Yun Tun grabbed his robe and curiously asked him why he prefers Xuan Yi.

Cang Qi hugged him into his arms, transformed a few spores and pushed them into his lips, with a serious expression on his face, Yun Tun was infected by him, couldn't help but tense up, for fear that he would say a heart-breaking answer.

Unexpectedly, the old guy pondered for a moment, and said seriously, "Because... ink color is resistant to dirt."

There is no daughter-in-law to wash clothes for him.

Wonton, "..."

The emperor he imagined should embrace each other affectionately, and he explained with aching heart, that if the Xuanyi is not stained with blood, he cannot see hurt words such as his injuries, but he did not expect...

Yun Tun felt that the expectation that his sweetheart was a hero when he was young had been shattered on this Ganoderma lucidum, blinding his thumping and sore snail heart just now.

The more Yun Tun thought about it, the more sad he became. When he raised his eyes, he saw that Cang Qi was looking at him teasingly. He rushed forward and pressed the emperor onto the couch, and said fiercely, "Lian~zheng~wearing~white~shirt~!"

How could you lie to him with such a down-to-earth excuse.

Cang Qi got angry when he rubbed against him, held the little snail's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's stop making trouble, do you really want to know the reason?"

Yun Tun hummed and nodded, lying on his body showing his neat white teeth, urging him to speak quickly.

Cang Qi was more serious than before, pinching a strand of dark purple hair and said seriously, "Because...the ink clothes match my hair color very well, don't pinch it if you don't feel it!"

Thinking that he could speak serious words, Yun Tun lay on Cang Qi's body, grinding the cloth on his shoulders with his teeth like a puppy, laughing out of anger.

The two frolicked on the bed for a while, until it was supposed to be noon when the sky suddenly darkened, Cang Qi hissed and hugged Yuntun to the side of the couch against the wall, and listened to the movement outside the pavilion.

A stench blew in from the inexplicably dimmed outside, Yun Tun frowned, and whispered, "It's the smell of corpses~, if I'm not wrong~, the things outside should be related to the ghost world~"

Since Jishenzhao is very tempting, no one can tell if it can attract demons, sprites and monsters, but Yuntun has seen Cang Qi's ability, so he has nothing to worry about, he obediently let Cang Qi cast a protective barrier on him, Entrusted, "Don't dirty your clothes again~"

Cang Qi turned his head expectantly and said, "Will you wash it if it's dirty?"

Yuntun blushed, and Aojiao raised her head, "Dirty~you~you~give~eat~!"

"..."

"I would like to obey my orders."

The outside of the ancient temple was haunted by a ghostly aura. The young monks who had been fighting and the pedestrians on the road all disappeared. A thing about three feet tall dragged its heavy steps out of the haze, waiting for it to go. Seeing the sight, Cang Qi's heart skipped a beat, and the lower limit of the concept of ugliness was lowered again.

This thing looks like four or five rotten corpses dug out of the grave were randomly mixed together. Where the face should be, there is a lump of rotten flesh, and the legs used for walking are rotten and cannot be seen. Is it composed of the bones of hands or feet, dragging on the ground, barely supporting this smelly body.

This thing is called 魃. It was born in the place of resentment in the cemetery. It has no form at all. It lives by devouring filth. Once a living thing comes into contact with it, it will be swallowed immediately, not even a bit of flesh is left.

Cang Qi took a step back, seeing a gloomy golden light glowing in the filth, it must have swallowed some shallow little demon, and then he got the God-hunting edict, became greedy, and dug out a few The corpses were kneaded into solid bodies in an attempt to get a piece of the pie.

Cang Qi laughed in his heart, Ba, who didn't even have a soul, now focused his attention on his head, his eyes turned cold, he couldn't stand the smell of corpses, his hands melted into silver threads, remembering Yun Tun's advice, Twist it into a long whip and fling it far away.

The silver light was like a waterfall, submerged in the darkness and evil, several times in and out, it beat the unattractive and useless thing into a mud ball, and the silver whip was nimbly put into his hands like a fish, and turned into a fistful. The silver sword glowing with cold light, the blade of the sword cut through the darkness, reflecting the dim light of the sky, it was about to stab Ba from head to toe.

"slow."

At the moment when the sword in Cang Qi's hand touched the upper part of the sword, a clear voice came out through the thick haze.

The voice was sweet, soft and firm, accompanied by the gilt-like fluorescent light, dispelling the evil that covered the sky and the sun in front of you little by little, and the scorching sun in the winter snowy afternoon instantly warmed the world.

Cang Qi saw a handsome monk in a green shirt and a golden robe approaching.

This monk is good-looking, as thin as bamboo, with delicate features and delicate features, and his skin is as white as snow, especially the little vermilion on his forehead, which makes his whole face glow like a peach blossom.

Cang Qi felt that the image of this person was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it. He was not old enough to remember people once he met him, so he could only put his doubts in his heart and look at him lightly.

The monk recited a Buddhist mantra, and said in a low voice, "Benefactor, this ghost is caused by my poor care. It has devoured ordinary people in its belly. If the benefactor strikes down with a sword, maybe even their souls will be scattered and they will not be able to reincarnate. I hope the benefactor's subordinates will die." Be merciful, hand over the 魃 to the poor monk, let the poor monk purify it, so that the innocent lives can rest in peace."

Cang Qi could see the boundless merits and virtues hidden in this monk at a glance, this is a good deed that no malicious person can fake. Happy to save himself trouble, he immediately agreed.

He turned to leave, but was stopped by the monk again.

"Benefactor, grievances have their own destiny, why not let go of your obsessions, and let yourself have a way out."

Cang Qi smiled, put on a cold, alienated and unpredictable emperor's attitude, and said, "Destiny? Who made the decree for enmity?"

The monk said, "The destiny cannot be violated."

Cang Qi smiled silently, and there was a bit of arrogance in the smile, "Then change the destiny!"

The monk didn't expect him to say such outrageous words, he was stunned for a moment, and looked at him dumbly, his clear eyes sparkled under the scarlet mole, his thin lips were slightly pursed, as if he was frightened by Cang Qi.

Cang Qi clasped his hands and said, "You——hmm!"

A thick scripture book flew out from the three-story attic of the ancient temple, and the book hit Cang Qi on the back of his head impartially, and immediately smashed back the Shukuang who had come to his mouth.

Cang Qi rubbed his head, turned his head aggrieved, and heard Yun Tun sprawled on the verandah and said angrily, "Who allows you to bully Uncle Han Zhou~!"

The monk looked up in surprise and said, "Tun~er~?"

Yun Tun waved at the monk, and immediately changed from a fierce little tiger to a soft snail, and greeted with a smile, "Hi~, Han~zhou~uncle~uncle~~~!"

Cang Qi, "..."

It's an acquaintance again!