My Taoist Temple is trending again

Besides, Xu Qingmu and Song Jue were still flying in the sky.

The two flew for a while and soon arrived at the first destination.

Xu Qingmu was almost unable to hide the sound of his heartbeat, but fortunately he was finally relieved, he was greatly relieved, quickly descended, returned to the ground and quickly returned the walking stick to Song Jue.

Song Jue was quite unsatisfied, took the crutches, and thought: Maybe they are not so lucky, they won't find that ghost at the first destination, and they can fly a few times in a while.

But unfortunately, they are so lucky.

After walking a few steps after landing, Xu Qingmu's gaze became cold. He lowered his voice and said to Song Jue, "It smells like ghosts."

Song Jue regretted, "Ah, really."

Xu Qingmu nodded and said, "I feel it, it's not far away. It's indeed an old ghost, be careful, follow me closely, and don't get lost."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Qingmu turned his head and saw that Song Jue had disappeared, and he only saw a vast expanse of white mist.

Xu Qingmu was anxious, and quickly called out: "Hey, Song Jue!"

But there was no response, the surroundings were terribly quiet, Xu Qingmu could only hear his own breathing.

The white mist became thicker, and ghost aura gathered in clusters, as if trying to block Xu Qingmu's way forward.

Xu Qingmu couldn't see Song Jue, his heart was filled with anger, he raised his hand and drew a talisman in the void, the golden rune fluttered in the air, illuminating Xu Qingmu's eyes, and he immediately saw the ghost .

The ghost was not as ferocious as ordinary ghosts. Although its appearance was a bit fierce, its facial features still maintained a human shape. It was quite tall and burly, with shoulders as wide as two Xu Qingmu's, like a hill.

He thought Xu Qingmu couldn't see him, so he didn't hide at all, and just floated 20 meters away from Xu Qingmu, looking at Xu Qingmu nervously.

Xu Qingmu sneered, grabbed a leaf and quickly drew a golden rune on it, then threw the leaf towards the ghost.

The leaves were as fast as lightning, and it was impossible to see clearly with human eyesight. Only the golden light drew long marks in the air. In an instant, the leaves were approaching the ghost, and it was almost nailed between his eyebrows.

But at this moment, the ghost suddenly jumped to the side, dodging Xu Qingmu's attack.

Then, he yelled, lying on the ground and staring at Xu Qingmu in horror.

Xu Qingmu was taken aback for a moment, this was the first time a ghost escaped the spell with his spiritual power.

It's just a 300-year ghost, how is that possible?

As a result, Xu Qingmu's anger became even more intense. He pulled another leaf drawing talisman and threw it towards the ghost. In an instant, the leaf shot at the ghost's eyebrow again, but at the moment when it was about to be nailed into the eyebrow, that The ghost screamed again, rolled to the side suddenly, and dodged Xu Qingmu's attack again.

Then, the ghost got up and looked at Xu Qingmu in horror.

With just these two strokes, he knew how powerful Xu Qingmu was, and he didn't dare to fight Xu Qingmu again. The huge figure quickly turned into black smoke and rushed towards the depths of the dense forest.

Xu Qingmu was furious.

Unexpectedly, the second time, it didn't hit either!

And give him a chance to escape!

Xu Qingmu became irritable. He raised his hand and pulled off a large handful of leaves from the tree next to him, and scattered the leaves into the air. The leaves lined up neatly in the air like obedient soldiers.Xu Qingmu bit his finger to draw a talisman with blood, and the golden rune wrapped all the leaves, each of which shone with a piercing light.

Xu Qingmu shouted loudly: "Go!"

As soon as the words fell, all the leaves hissed and shouted, and shot towards the fleeing black smoke.

It is densely packed, cold and fierce, and even a mosquito can't escape.

But things are so unexpected.

Not one of the large dense leaves hit the ghost.

He dodged while screaming, and managed to fight a bloody path amidst the fatal attacks. Except for a few leaves that scratched a little edge of the black smoke, none of them hurt his vitals.

Xu Qingmu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he missed the thing, he saw the clue.

This ghost didn't dodge it because it was faster than him, but that this ghost had a special skill that no other ghost had - he had a prophet.

Xu Qingmu clearly saw that his speed was not fast, but before the leaves were about to hit him, he obviously avoided in the opposite direction.His actions clearly showed a fact: he knew the movement of the leaves and the final landing point in advance, so every time he evaded was in advance.

If this is the case, wouldn't it be impossible to hit him forever?

"Interesting." Xu Qingmu chuckled, and then gave up chasing the ghost.He spread out his left hand, swiped his right index finger across the palm, and immediately a long and deep bloodstain appeared on the palm, and the bright red blood kept gushing out.

Xu Qingmu picked up a branch on the ground with his bloody hand. He held one end of the branch, closed his eyes, and slammed the other end of the branch hard into the ground.

The branch was inserted into the soft mud. It shouldn't have made a sound, but there was a loud "bang" as if something heavy had collided.The golden light suddenly lit up at the bottom of the branches, and the pale golden ball exploded quickly with Xu Qingmu as the center. Wherever it went, the wind raged, and the fallen leaves all over the ground were rolled up. All the towering trees were blown by the wind. Shaking violently.The birds in the entire dense forest were startled by the huge noise, fluttering their wings and flying high, making terrified and shrill calls.

The fleeing black shadow screamed again. He hurriedly tried to hide, but where could he hide?

The speed at which the golden halo unfolded was simply unmatched by him, and the range of this indiscriminate attack was beyond his imagination. Even if he could predict the movement in the next second, it would be useless.

Because, in the next second, the golden halo had already spread a mile away, and he had nowhere to hide. He only felt a burst of powerful spiritual power crushing his spiritual body like a huge boulder, and he let out a burst of pain. screamed, and then was unable to escape anymore, and was suddenly pressed to the ground, unable to move at all.

But in fact, what was pressing on his chest was just a small leaf.

The thick mist also dissipated at this time, Xu Qingmu wiped his bleeding hand, and the wound healed in a moment.

Song Jue's figure also appeared in front of Xu Qingmu, and they were less than ten meters apart.

Xu Qingmu rushed up quickly and grabbed Song Jue. Just as he was about to speak, Song Jue asked eagerly, "Are you okay?"

Xu Qingmu quickly said, "I'm fine, how about you?"

Song Jue shook his head, Xu Qingmu still took Song Jue's pulse and checked for a long time to make sure that Song Jue was really fine.

Not far away, the burly ghost suddenly shouted: "Ah, stop showing off! I have something to do! It hurts! Can you take this leaf away!"

Xu Qingmu's face was stern, and he walked quickly to the side of the ghost.

The leaves are like a giant mountain to him, flattening his spiritual body a bit.

The ghost looked at Xu Qingmu and Song Jue, and said: "Admit defeat, admit defeat, admit defeat, kill or cut whatever you want, first remove this leaf!"

With a wave of Xu Qingmu's hand, the leaf on his chest flew away, and the ghost screamed "Ah", and the spirit body that was about to be crushed returned to normal.

Xu Qingmu stared at him and said, "Where's Meng Xiuyuan? Hand over his soul."

Before the ghost could speak, a person popped out from behind a big tree not far away. Isn't that the Meng Xiuyuan that Xu Qingmu was looking for?

No, to be precise, this is not a person, but a soul.

This is Meng Xiuyuan's soul.

Running over, Meng Xiuyuan rushed towards the ghost lying on the ground, hugged his arm, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you big man?"

The ghost quickly sat up and grinned, touched Meng Xiuyuan's face, and said, "We are playing a fighting game. They are so good. I lost."

As he spoke, he tapped his heavy chest hard and said, "Look, it's all right."

Meng Xiuyuan blinked, and turned to look at Xu Qingmu and Song Jue. Although he was afraid, he still stood in front of the ghost, blinked his eyes and said, "Brother, are you playing games with the big man? Is he okay?"

The situation in front of him was something Xu Qingmu never thought of. He and Song Jue looked at each other several times, both a little dazed.

Song Jue thought about it, knelt down, smiled at Meng Xiuyuan, and said softly, "Well, we were playing just now. By the way, we are friends of your parents, and they asked us to bring you home."

With tears in Meng Xiuyuan's eyes, he turned his head to look at the ghost pitifully, and the ghost smiled at him and said, "Oh, you go back, come and play with me next time, I told you that you will not go back to your parents here for so long I'm sure you'll be worried. Be good, follow your two brothers back."

But Meng Xiuyuan was not obedient, he still stood in front of the ghost, and suddenly cried: "You lied to me! They want to hurt you! After I leave, I will never see you again!"

And then cried out loud.

The crying reminded Xu Qingmu of Bai Meimei. He couldn't bear it, so he put his hands on his back and said seriously: "Don't cry, I promise not to hurt him."

As they spoke, Xu Qingmu and Song Jue took a step back in tacit understanding.

Meng Xiuyuan seemed to feel a little safer, and then hugged the ghost's arm again, sobbing softly.

Xu Qingmu looked at the ghost and said: "But you have to explain clearly what's going on. Did those people who lost their way here before all because of you? Why did you trap Meng Xiuyuan here? Have you ever harmed anyone? "

The ghost smiled helplessly, and then his eyes became empty, looking far away, he said slowly: "Where do I start? I have been dead for a long time... I don't remember how long, I only remember when I was alive , Men all wear braids."

That is indeed the ghost of the Qing Dynasty.

The ghost continued: "My surname is Wen and my name is Yi, and I am a scholar."

Xu Qingmu and Song Jue's eyes widened in surprise when they heard this, and they said in unison: "Scholar?"

No wonder they were surprised, after all, there was a big difference between this image and the weak and elegant scholar depicted in the old story books.

With his figure, he doesn't look like a scholar, but he is clearly a fierce general galloping on the battlefield.