The law of true fragrance that cannot be escaped

"Are you... the ones who entered Tomb Cloud Village by mistake?"

Rong Hua was lying on the ground and talking slowly, he looked up, folded his hands in front of him, his expression was indifferent and calm, Jiang Lingxin and others couldn't help but relax a little.

However, they still did not let go of the things they held in their hands for self-defense.

There is no other reason, the man who is lying here and is still alive and talking to them is a bit too bizarre and weird, although he is very good-looking, immortal and beautiful...

Ronghua's memories have been fully received. This place is called Muyun Village. It was originally a very peaceful and harmonious small village, but just like the name of the village, it is built on top of cemeteries, and this place has been around for a long time. In the past, it was a sinister place where thousands of people were murdered.

Resentment, filth, and yin qi are intertwined day and night, and over time, this place has formed a natural yin killing formation.

Using Yin Qi as a guide, resentment and foul air will invade people's bodies over time, causing people to lose their minds and become more like humans than ghosts. They are extremely ferocious and only know to kill each other.

The substitute of Ronghua's consciousness passed by here by chance, and found that the villagers inside had already turned their eyes red. Not only did they become human beings and ghosts, but even further, the Yin killing array would be fully nourished, and then continue to expand its scope to harm others .

Therefore, in order to prevent the yin killing formation from expanding again and endangering the outside world, Ronghua's consciousness double set up a Zhengyang large formation on top of the yin killing formation. As the center, he is the eye of the formation, suppressing here all the time.

A thick fog gradually formed, covering the small village and covering the roads that could enter the village. For many years, they lived in peace with each other.

It wasn't until Ronghua's real body came, at that moment, that the mist that shrouded the village dissipated a little, which led to the entry of Jiang Lingxin and others.

"Who... are you?" Jiang Lingxin asked in a deep voice, not daring to relax his vigilance.

"I'm a Taoist priest who came here to wander around. I passed by here by chance and found..." Ronghua briefly explained what happened here.

Gao Yun said in shock, "You, you mean you have been lying here for several years?!"

Don't you even eat or drink water?

Ronghua nodded, yes, the consciousness double has been lying down for several years, poor thing.

Gao Wei murmured, "No wonder the clothes are so torn..."

what? !

Rong Hua was startled, got up and sat up, is my Taoist robe torn? !

Jiang Lingxin and the others couldn't help being scared back by Ronghua's sudden sitting, Fang Zhouyu stammered, "You, didn't you say that you are the eye? It's okay to sit up like this?!"

Ronghua grabbed the Taoist robe on his body while looking at it and replied, "It's okay, it's because I broke through again, and the formation loosened for a moment, which led to you being able to come in. It doesn't matter how you act now."

He stood up as he spoke, but his face froze and became ugly.

"What's wrong?!" Jiang Lingxin asked hastily.

Rong Hua: "...It's not a big deal, but the pants are about to fall off."

Jiang Lingxin and other five people: "???"

After lying down for too long, even the clothes on my body have begun to smell stale, and the belt that tied the trousers is even looser...

Ronghua pursed his mouth and tore off a piece of cloth from his Taoist robe, then tied it around his waist, then bowed his head in silence, as if falling into autism.

Ronghua: I don't have my beautiful Taoist robe anymore.

There are no Taoist temples... There are no apprentices... There are no statues of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty...

Poor, helpless and miserable.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Lingxin couldn't help asking.

Ronghua raised his head and smacked his lips, "I found out that my waist is quite thin."

"........."

"Master Wuyuan, how can we get in?"

Outside the mist, two more people came here, one was handsome, with deep features, and indifferent brows and eyes, but now he was worried.

The other one is a monk with a clean appearance. Just standing there makes people feel that he has boundless elegance. His skin is like white jade, like a green pine on the edge of a cliff, and his strength is natural.

Both of them have good looks, especially the monk in white monk robe, who has a rather light and flowing temperament. He has a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist at this time. After hearing the question from the person beside him, he lightly Qi thin lips said, "Mr. Jiang, are you sure that your younger brother is here?"

Jiang Linghan nodded, "I'm sure, Ling Xin told me before leaving, but now I can't contact anyone, and even the location has disappeared."

He knew that his younger brother Jiang Lingxin and others lost contact after entering the mist, so he did not rush in, but searched all the information around him. After this investigation, Jiang Linghan felt bad, and Jiang Lingxin only told him to come here to explore , but did not say that they came to find the ghost village.

At that time, Jiang Linghan didn't take it seriously, he only thought that they came here as an ordinary adventure, but when the signal finally disappeared in the mist, after investigation, he connected this place with the ghost village.

Jiang Linghan compared the information and location, but he didn't know that they had strayed into the ghost village by mistake.

He had heard this rumor before, but it was true.

Being in a high position, some information is bound to be in his hands, and his grandfather has a good relationship with an old monk in Faling Temple. Jiang Linghan knows things that ordinary people can't know.

The ghost village has been shrouded in mist all year round, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter it. Even some capable people who have accomplished their cultivation dare not enter by force, although most of them cannot enter.

Earlier, an old senior had warned everyone that this mist was formed after the formation of the Zhengyang formation. The Zhengyang formation usually suppresses the extremely fierce Yin or Sha formations. If the Zhengyang formation is destroyed, Then the yin or evil formation inside will pour out immediately, and at that time, the people around will probably bear the brunt of it, and their lives will be in danger.

But Wuyuan happened to explain Buddhism to Jiang Linghan's grandfather at Jiang's house. Jiang Linghan cared about his younger brother, so he asked Master Wuyuan for help.

"The layout of the Zhengyang formation is extremely strict. At this time, I don't know what is wrong, so that my brother and his friends can enter. But now the formation is intact. If you want to enter, you need to break the formation forcibly." He lowered his eyebrows and said Amitabha.

Jiang Linghan looked serious, "Could it be that they are just trapped in the mist?"

Wuyuan said indifferently, "If you're just trapped in the mist, you can get out of it within a day."

The last luck was snuffed out, Jiang Linghan closed his eyes, not knowing how to choose.

If the formation is forcibly broken, the Zhengyang formation will be destroyed, and the suppressed Yin formation or Sha formation will burst out immediately. At that time, the people around will be in danger, and the cultivation world will also be turbulent because of this...

But if he couldn't enter, his younger brother was still inside...

"Benefactor, how do you want to choose?" Wu Yuan raised his eyes to Jiang Linghan.

Jiang Linghan's eyes were deep, and his demeanor was even colder, "Will the master support me no matter what I choose?"

If he chooses to save Jiang Lingxin, forcibly destroys the Zhengyang Formation, and regards the lives of other people as nothing, will Master Wuyuan help him?

Wuyuan's answer was just to raise the corners of his lips lightly, noncommittal.

Jiang Linghan couldn't help but stare fixedly at Wuyuan, although the person in front of him was a monk, indifferent and calm, as if he was drifting in the world, ignoring common things, but sometimes looking at him made his heart chill for no reason.

Because those eyes are too heartless, as if they can't imprint everything in the world, including people...

"I..." Just as Jiang Linghan was about to speak, he saw that the fog in front of him suddenly rolled violently, and began to gradually shrink and recede inside.

"What's going on?!" Jiang Linghan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Wuyuan also raised his head, and there was a slight change on his face, "The Zhengyang formation is changing..."

"Transformation?" Jiang Linghan narrowed his eyes slowly, "What will it become...for better or for worse?"

Wu Yuan said softly, "Young brother and his friends are saved. The poor monk was still wondering that the layout of the Zhengyang formation was extremely strict, but he didn't know what the people who arranged the formation used as the eyes of the formation. It turns out... ...it was himself..."

"What?" Although Jiang Linghan didn't quite understand some things in the cultivation world, he could understand what Wuyuan said at this time, "Could it be that the person who arranged this formation has been guarding it himself all this time?"

"That's right." Wuyuan nodded, with no expression on his face, "Now, this person has woken up, his cultivation has broken through again, and the Zhengyang formation has transformed into the Nine Yang Reversal Formation. This formation can reverse yin and yang, and eliminate the evil spirit of Yin Qi , and finally the suppressed yin formation or evil formation can be eliminated from the world."

Previously it was just suppression, but now it is elimination.

"Is the Jiuyang reversal formation more difficult to deploy than the Zhengyang formation?" Jiang Linghan asked.

"Yes." Wuyuan's gaze never left the fading mist, "Mr. Jiang, you can go there with the poor monk."

Tomb cloud village.

Jiang Lingxin and the other five leaned weakly on the edge of the stage, but their eyes were burning on Ronghua who was arranging the formation on it.

They have been here for at least two days, and they have eaten up all the food they brought with them. If they can't go out again, they will not be killed by the villagers outside, but will starve to death here.

"I'm so hungry..." Fang Zhouyu rubbed his belly pale, feeling that he could eat a cow now.

The other four are not the same.

Hunger made them weak, their faces were pale, and their eyes were full of stars...

Gao Yun whispered, "The temple master has been arranging the formation for two days, when will it end?"

If they wait any longer, they all want to eat wood from tables and chairs.

Originally wanted to call Ronghua Gaoren, but Ronghua said, "Call me Guanzhu."

"Master?" Jiang Lingxin asked, "I don't know which Taoist temple you are the master of. After we go out, it will be fine..." Bye bye and add some sesame oil money.

Ronghua smiled, "I don't have a Taoist temple yet."

Jiang Lingxin and the other five people: "..."

What kind of temple is there if there is no Taoist temple? !

Ronghua said that dreams are still necessary, in case... no, he will definitely realize it!

Just when Fang Zhouyu reached for the wood feebly, planning to take two bites first, Ronghua's body suddenly became brighter, and while the white brilliance flowed, it instantly dissipated like a curtain of flowing water and clouds.

Wherever Guanghua went, the villagers also seemed to be purged, their bodies gradually cracked, and finally traces of ashes were left on the ground.

At the same time, Ronghua slowly opened his eyes.

Fang Zhouyu immediately threw out the wood in his hand, and said happily, "Monastery Master, have you succeeded?"

Ronghua smiled and nodded, "The formation is complete, we can leave here."

The five cheered instantly.

Guanzhu is awesome, Guanzhu is the best!

When Wuyuan and Jiang Linghan came to the entrance of the village, what they saw was five people walking towards here, supporting each other, but there was one person in front of them.

The person in front... was wearing gray and shabby clothes, old and ragged, with disheveled hair, like... a beggar.

Ronghua: Me?beggar? !

The author has something to say: Rong Rong: My little waist, my little waist.

Haha who is the gong, have you guessed it?must know hhh

Jiang Linghan:_

Missed: =_=

Wuyuan is just a dharma name, not a layman's name.

[ps: As for how scary the little cuties can be, I already have a spectrum in my heart Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, sweet, spicy, cute hahaha (the author is crazy)]