I am the county magistrate in Liaozhai

"Yan Chixia, do you really think that I dare not kill you?"

No, Yan Chixia silently denied it in her heart, he had never thought about it this way, but he had to say these words, even if it would endanger his life, he still had to say: "You killed Pindao, the facts are still the facts."

Heishan heard that the gangster around him was about to condense into substance, but he didn't know what he thought of, and the gangster dissipated quickly before it formed: "Yan Chixia, you don't have to use words to provoke me, the blood contract matter is not related to the blood contract." You have nothing to do."

After speaking, he stepped directly into the temple.

Yan Chixia held onto the hilt of the sword and froze for a long time before he let out a breath of foul air and headed towards the backyard of the temple.But after only a short confrontation, he already felt trembling all over. The power of the demon king was far more terrifying than he thought. Does Mr. Cheng know that the master he invited is so unfathomable.

What Yan Chixia thought, Heishan didn't care, he walked all the way into the deserted temple, because he knew it was related to Qingheng, he seldom walked around it carefully, but more than 400 years later, the Buddha statue in the front hall has been destroyed, and the whole hall is empty , he turned around, but didn't find any clues.

Then he searched around the side hall and the backyard wing room, but found nothing.

When he finally went to the backyard to look at the screen wall, Yan Chixia was already there looking at the murals on the screen wall.

"This is not a Taoist technique, but it has the shadow of a Taoist technique." Yan Chixia said with her back to Heishan, "The person who created this technique must be a unique genius."

Heishan looked up at the mural, and it really stopped at the moment Yan Niang came out as Cheng Yian said, and Yan Niang's stone statue still existed on the mural.

He reached out and threw the Soul Cultivation Talisman in his arms to Yan Chixia, and said, "Let's do it."

Yan Chixia took the Soul Cultivation Talisman, and didn't speak any more, just gently clamped the talisman paper with her fingers, closed her eyes slightly and recited the talisman.Suddenly there was a breeze on the ground, and the corners of his clothes fluttered, and the talisman floated in the air, and Yan Niang's appearance soon appeared.

"go--"

The spell shattered, and Yan Niang was free. Called by the mural, she rushed towards the mural without even thinking about it.

At this time, Hei Shan sensed that weird power again, and he did not hesitate to split a wave of consciousness to follow Yan Niang.Seeing this, Yan Chixia was also curious about the world inside the mural, and obediently let the force drag him into it.

Yan Niang's soul was like a key, instantly bringing the whole mural to life.

And the static scene in the side hall also moved at the moment Yan Niang returned.

Earlier, Cheng Jinsheng's soul entered the mural, and he possessed a body for no reason.But now that Yan Niang has returned, she who was originally a soul body immediately returned to her former self, and even a ray of spiritual consciousness from Montenegro... has a body.

"Okay, Yan Niang, you not only have an affair with a mortal man in private, but also..." You really died from flooding, and you died from drought.

Yan Niang who just came back to her senses: ...Huh? !

Then she looked left and right, and instantly understood!How did this even follow in! ?Then why is she coming back, isn't she going to be caught by the Golden Armored Heavenly Soldiers...? !

However, the fact is that before Yan Niang panicked, Montenegro made a bold move.

Suishou is just a wisp of divine consciousness, but there is a lot of demon power attached to it, and there is also Yan Chixia holding a sword, so it is not too difficult to break through the encirclement.

Seeing this, Yan Niang gritted her teeth and chased after her.

"You can't go there!"

Heishan went forward on her own, but Yan Chixia waited for her with her sword in hand, and asked, "Why can't you go there?"

"It's the most holy place in the Heavenly Palace, and only heavenly women can go there."

When Heishan heard the words, he smiled coldly: "There is no place in the world that I cannot go to."

The closer you get to the Buddhist temple, the more golden armored heavenly soldiers are blocking. Because of the toughness of Montenegro, the so-called golden armored heavenly soldiers who arrested Yanniang all ran to support.Seeing this, Yan Niang immediately slipped to the back and punched the celestial girl who made a small report.

"How dare you hit me?"

Yan Niang smiled ferociously: "The old lady beat you!"

Then, the two celestial girls wrestled directly, and the golden-armored celestial soldiers passing by did not obstruct them, and even other celestial girls stopped not far away, and they did not come forward to dissuade them.

Yan Chixia who happened to see this scene: ...Forget it, fighting is important.

Montenegro is worthy of being a fan of violent aesthetics. Even because it is only a touch of spirituality, it is not appropriate to move its hands. The helmets of many golden armored soldiers were crushed to pieces. Jia Tianbing is not a human being.

I saw that there was nothing in the golden armor that could no longer move.

At this time, Montenegro had stepped onto the square of the Buddha Hall step by step on the armor of the Golden Armored Heavenly Soldiers.

This is really a majestic Buddhist temple. Although the entire square is not big, it is made of white jade. Heishan doesn't know the Daomen formation, but it doesn't mean that Yan Chixia doesn't understand.

When he looked down, he took a breath and said, "This--what a big handwriting!"

As soon as the words fell, the siege of the golden armored heavenly soldiers attacked again. Yan Chixia didn't have time to think deeply, so she swung her sword again to deal with it.On the contrary, Heishan rushed directly to the entrance of the Buddha Hall relying on its powerful monster power.

Without even thinking about it, he swung the door of the Buddha Hall open.

In an instant, all the golden-armored heavenly soldiers on the square of the Buddha Hall retreated, as if they saw something frightening, Yan Chixia was able to breathe, and then looked up at the Buddha statue in the main hall, which almost towered into the pavilion.

"This--"

Not only Yan Chixia was stunned, but even Hei Shan was stunned.

Without him, this Buddha statue is actually a female Buddha.

You must know that although there is a saying in Buddhism that women become Buddhas, all women who become Buddhas will reincarnate into men. For example, in the Lotus Sutra, a dragon girl who becomes a Buddha is a man who becomes a man after being enlightened and possesses the behavior of a bodhisattva.

Later generations erected Buddha statues, but they would not erect female Buddhas.

But this is a real female Buddha. Although she is wearing a flowing monk's robe, she has three thousand troubles, and her expression is gentle, and her body has obvious feminine features. For a moment, Yan Chixia was so dumb that she couldn't speak I can't speak.

This is to change the monk's clothes, but it is more like a goddess above the nine heavens.

Yan Chixia was very surprised. Although he was born in a Taoist school, he didn't know anything about Buddhism. How did this mountain temple come about? There is such a mural dedicated to the female Buddha hidden in it. If it is spread, the Buddhism may have to go up the mountain here.

But at this moment, Heishan outside the mural was startled, because he soon discovered that he had seen the face of the female Buddha.

This is the face of the former imperial concubine Feng Shi in Lin Siniang's works.

Cheng Jin was carrying the cat on patrol, when suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

"What's wrong with you? You didn't say you wanted to eat this mutton soup, why did you change your mind again?" Pan Xiaoan couldn't help complaining when he stood up abruptly when he saw someone.

Hearing this, Cheng Jin calmed down and sat back down again: "I haven't changed my mind, it's just that I want to eat mutton noodles more than soup."

"Then order it, it's not like you can't finish it, you pay for it anyway!"

Speaking of money, Maomao said gossipingly: "I heard that the salary of your county magistrate is not high. If you eat like this, won't you make yourself poor? Or, when you raided the bandit's den, you filled your own pockets? "

Magistrate Cheng stretched out two fingers and pushed Mao Mao back: "If you still want to eat, don't be blind."

"This is so stupid. I heard from that female ghost surnamed Nie that you bought the place in Prince Heng's Mansion. It's not easy to live in this capital city. You must have spent a lot of money."

Speaking of this, Cheng Jin used to have only one small courtyard in the capital, and he bought it with his hard earned money.It's just that later he either lived in the teacher's house or in the brother's house, and the small courtyard was also remote, so he sold it before he left Beijing.

A few days ago, the land price of Prince Heng’s mansion fell to a new low. Cheng Jin thought that there were no more female ghosts in it, so he asked his brother to buy it for him, and at least he would have a mansion when he returned to Beijing.

For this reason, he even wrote to Ning Caichen, asking him to warm the house, and it would be better to invite some classmates to dispel the haunted rumors about Prince Heng's Mansion.It would be even better if Ning Caichen could be named on the gold list.

"What's the matter, are you worried that I won't be able to pay your salary?"

Mao Mao pursed her mouth unconvinced and said, "It's almost covered by you, but there's only a little left."

"Yo, do you still have a reason for absenteeism?"

Just in time, the milky-white mutton soup came up, and Cheng Jin immediately ordered another bowl of mutton noodles. The goats in Tangxi are all raised on the mountain, and the smell is very small. The store didn't know how to deal with it. It is the umami taste of mutton, which is completely highlighted.

It can be described as a must.

"It's delicious! The boss has another bowl!"

"Fish and sheep are delicious, do you think fish soup is better or sheep soup?"

Pan Maomao: "...Can't I have them all?"

The county magistrate Cheng said with a serious face: "Pan Laotou, you are a bit greedy."

"Aren't you even more greedy? You want Mrs. Hei to stay, but you also want to make Yan Chixia a government servant. You take over all the good things in the world." Once Maomao refuses to accept it, she likes to tell the truth.

Cheng Jin said eloquently: "How can this be called a good thing? You make it sound like I am enjoying the blessing of being equal to everyone. In fact, I am also very worried."

"Worried about them fighting?"

"Not at all."

Mao Mao was a little puzzled: "What is that? Master Hei is so powerful, why worry?"

In fact, Cheng Jin didn't know what he was worried about, he just hoped that the Buddha statues in the mural Buddhist hall would not be too scary, otherwise, with Hei Lulu's temper, Daoist Yan might not be able to stop him.

While one person and one cat were drinking mutton soup leisurely, in the murals in the suburbs of Beijing thousands of miles away, Taoist Yan, who was cared about by others, was suffering and could not tell.

He only knew that Heishan acted straightforwardly, but he didn't expect... to be so cruel.

The Buddha Hall was filled with the smell of sandalwood, which should have been a peaceful smell, but at this moment, the violent breath filled the entire Buddha Hall.

And the female Buddha, who was confronted by this violence, has become bumpy, and is no longer as beautiful as before.

After all, his spiritual consciousness is not the deity of Montenegro. He acted purely on intuition. Seeing that the female Buddha hadn't moved, he accumulated his demonic power again, and the moment he was about to let go of his demonic power, the female Buddha spoke.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore."

The voice was full of indescribable despair and resentment, which was very inconsistent.