I opened Taoist temple in Liao Zhai

He is so proud that he doesn't know what is behind it.

Han Guang smiled faintly, Yu Guang had already looked at this simple Qingdi Temple.This temple has no gods for a long time, but it is only for this monster to live in.

She looked at Chang Fuzi's long and strange face, and said: "Since you killed Miss Song from Jinhua, and ordered the little ghost to harm the brothers of the Wang family, you did so many evil things, why didn't I dare to come?"

The candlelight flickered, and Chang Fuzi smiled sinisterly, with a little blood in his eyes.He stretched out his hand to caress the fly brush in his arms, and said: "It was because of her. However, Wang Xiu was murdered, and I didn't instigate it. The poor Taoist still doesn't like his lust."

As soon as the words fell, the fly whisk in his arms suddenly flew towards the cold light, and the white silk on it seemed like countless thin needles, piercing her throat!

The Qingdi Temple is very small, and they are very close.Almost at the critical moment, Xiao Feijian turned into a white light, flew up from behind Yan Chixia, cut off the white silk on the fly fly, broke into pieces, and flew all over the ground.

Han Guang drew his sword and stood up, saying: "Don't let him escape!"

Although she can't fly swords, she has a lot of charms in her sleeves.Han Guang took out a piece of paper at random, and the talisman paper turned into a ball of fire, falling on the tip of the demon-killing sword.

The cold light danced in the sky, and the flames turned into countless sparks, like a wandering dragon, attacking Changfuzi.Although Chang Fuzi lost a fly whisk, he took a few steps back in a calm manner and hid behind the statue.

The candle was extinguished, and sparks hovered in the Qingdi Temple for a while, then fell into the dust and disappeared.Yan Chixia had already taken advantage of the chaos to leave the house. In the pitch-black temple, the only sound was Han Guang's own breathing.

Holding the demon sword in her hand, she held her breath and stood quietly in the darkness.Suddenly, she heard a hissing sound and a similar breath.

Perhaps it was because she had just smelled this smell not long ago, and Han Guang was very sensitive to it.She stood motionless for a moment, then her hand gripping the hilt of the sword suddenly tightened, and a sword came to the right and back!

"hiss……"

Chang Fuzi was in pain, and he slammed his head against the tattered paper window of the Qingdi Temple, and fled outside.Under the not too bright moonlight, Han Guang saw a long snake and swished it out.

She thought it was a little funny, the Taoist title of 'Changfuzi' was really suitable for him, his body was really long.Outside the Qingdi Temple, Yan Chixia was already waiting for him.

He sprinkled a circle of sulfur outside the Qingdi Temple, just waiting for the eldest son to come out.Snakes hate sulfur, and Changfuzi are no exception.He had his tongue chopped off by the cold light, and ran away in pain, so he couldn't care less.

Seeing that Chang Fuzi was about to grit his teeth and rush through the sulfur formation, Yan Chixia stood in the night wind and smiled, and dropped a fire note casually.

The ignited sulfur will not have too many flames, but it will ignite thick smoke, and with the help of wind, it will instantly surround the entire Qingdi Temple.Chang Fuzi was so smoked that he almost fainted, Han Guang rushed out from the temple, and saw a dying long snake.As early as noon, Mi Buyun calculated the identity of Chang Fuzi with the aid of a shaman.

Without hesitation, she drew out her grandmother's sword and chopped off the long snake's head with one stroke.

……

Changfuzi was dead, the smoke cleared away, leaving behind a little spark.

The fire caused by sulfur is easy to put out, just smother it with sand.At this time, the clouds cleared and the moon rose, and the cold light wiped the tip of the sword, and glanced at the dead snake on the ground, the body of which was about as thick as a bucket.

"Pity."

Yan Chixia was puzzled: "Why?"

Han Guang inserted the two swords behind his back, clapped his hands, and said calmly: "It's too heavy, otherwise it can be sold to people to make wine."

She turned around and walked towards the Qingdi Temple, put away Chang Fuzi's gourd, and inspected it again, but found nothing unusual, except for a small snake that was suffocated to death in the corner.

Han Guang didn't take it seriously, and together with Yan Chixia, he bowed three times in front of Qingdi's statue, then turned and went back to the city.

Mi Buyun hadn't rested yet.

Hearing the knock on the door, he eagerly opened the door for them, showing a relieved look.Yan Chixia was extremely puzzled, and said: "Since you are able to support the spirit, you should have known that we had returned victorious."

"What do you know?" Mi Buyun rolled his eyes and said, "If you have to ask ghosts and gods about everything, there will be no surprises in life. Besides, everything depends on man's effort, not everything can be counted."

He yelled out: "Xiaoer, here are seven bowls of mutton soup! Add more meat and more vinegar."

Han Guang said: "Dare to love, this is not your spending money..."

Having said that, the three still had a big meal when the steaming hot mutton soup was served.Han Guang shook the gourd, leaned back on the chair, and said to them: "Are you full? I'm going to let the dead ghost out."

Relying on his inability to see clearly, Mi Buyun retreated to a far corner.Seeing that they were ready, Han Guang took off the stopper from the gourd, and a thick smoke came out.

The thick smoke gradually condensed into an evil ghost, and it really was the Painted Skin Ghost from that day.The room was covered with paper talismans, and it couldn't escape.

Painted Skin Ghost was still terrified when he saw Han Guang and the others. He sat on the ground and twitched his mouth, but didn't speak.Han Guang looked down at it and said, "I have something to ask you, be honest."

It nodded in fear.

"Did you kill the owner of the human skin you used? Who is she?" Just now, Han Guang's hand was about to cut off Changfuzi, and he didn't have time to ask.Searched the Qingdi Temple, but couldn't find any other human skins.

Painted Skin Ghost wanted to make a begging expression, but unfortunately it was too ugly, and it looked grinning: "Master Dao, I didn't do it, I just stole it from him. People are killed by Changfuzi. This human skin belongs to a Song girl from Jinhua."

Han Guang felt relieved, and asked again: "What's your relationship with Zhang Fuzi?"

"He's a thief," Painted Skin Ghost thought Taoist Fuzi must be dead, so he yelled: "It's easy to arrest me and work for him. If you want to ask, Daoist, he has committed many crimes..."

"Okay," Han Guang interrupted its chatter, and asked the last question: "Do you have any enmity with the brothers of the Wang family?" It was not enough to kill Wang Xiu, and even turned into an old lady into Wang Er's yard.

Painted Skin Ghost suddenly fell silent.

After a while, it gritted its teeth and said a word: "Men from the Wang family don't deserve a heart."

This seems to be another story of an idiot complaining about a man complaining about a woman.Painted Skin Ghost didn't want to talk about it, Han Guang didn't bother to ask, kindness and resentment were their own business, but she wouldn't let Painted Skin Ghost go out to do evil.

When it was just dawn the next day, Han Guang and others were about to leave Taiyuan and go back to Jinhua.

When passing by the Town God's Temple, she sent the tied painted skin ghosts in by the way, and the ghosts who belonged to them would be dealt with by themselves.

During this trip to Taiyuan, I mainly bought some local aged vinegar and brought it back to mix with noodles.First fleeing from earth and then fleeing from water, after crossing the Yangtze River, Yan Chixia returned the boat.

In the evening, the three of them had already reached the Black Mountain, and they arrived at the mountain gate of the Taoist temple in an instant like a gust of wind.

Han Guang emerged from the wind and called Xiaoqian.Xiaoqian was very surprised when she came and looked at them: "So fast?"

"The temple master brought us here." Mi Buyun's body was covered with vinegar jars, his body smelled sour, and when he laughed, his body made a crackling sound.

When Xiaoqian heard this, she became more and more admirable.Yan Chixia opened the package, revealing a complete human skin.

When the Wang family's skin fell off, the Painted Skin Ghost was still wearing the old lady's clothes, and they were all wrapped up by Yan Chixia.There was a sudden chill around them, and they heard Song Nu's joyful voice: "Ah, it's my skin."

A gust of wind blew by, and beside Xiaoqian, there suddenly appeared a girl wearing an old indigo dress. She was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with fair complexion, and looked a little rich, but still cute.

She bowed to Han Guang and the other three, "Thank you three heroes!"

It was the first time that Mi Buyun was called a hero, and he couldn't help laughing.Song Nv ate some joss sticks, so she could show her figure in front of people, Xiaoqian hurried down the mountain to invite Song Yuanwai.

Before the Song member came out, Han Guang found an old box in the Taoist temple and put Song Nu's human skin in it, so that he would not be sad when he saw it.

Song Yuanwai came here even faster this time.

About half an hour later, Song Yuanwai and Lizheng quickly walked through the mountain gate and walked into the Taoist temple.It was already dark at this time, only a little light was on in the small side hall in the backyard.

Han Guang just inspected the furniture made by the carpenter and was very satisfied.Although grandma has become a demon, she is still a good wood.

There is an extra long table and a few chairs in the small side hall, which are rough but usable.Song Nu was playing with Mi Buyun throwing sandbags, Mi Buyun didn't see her scary side, but thought she was cute and cute.

Seeing that Song Nu's hand was firmly catching the sandbag, he jokingly said, "You ghosts are not phantoms, you can still catch things."

"What's the matter?" Song Nu smiled and said, "Sister Xiaoqian is even better, she can do anything."

Mi Buyun said: "Huh? Miss Nie?" Isn't Miss Nie a very strong yin and yang eye?

Song Nu said strangely: "Of course she is also a ghost, doesn't Brother Mi know?"

"...Damn it." Mi Buyun took a few steps back and hit the wall, he was not feeling well.

Song Nv held the sandbag and made a face at him.At this moment, Xiaoqian led Song Yuanwai and Lizheng in.

"Daughter!" Song Yuanwai saw Song Nu at a glance, and burst into tears immediately, and hugged her tightly.Bystanders are all moved.

I don't know how long it took before Nu Song helped the old father to sit down and told him the whole story.She refused to go into details, but only said that she was killed by Zhang Fuzi, Guanzhu Chu led two heroes to Taiyuan, killed the enemy, and brought her body back.

Member Song gathered his clothes and bowed down, Han Guang hurriedly helped him up.

"The Lord's kindness and great virtue will never be forgotten by the little old man." Yuanwai Song knew that there were ghosts in the world, but he was also pleased if his daughter could live well underground.He said again: "Guanzhu, I came here in a hurry tonight, tomorrow I will prepare 200 taels of silver, firstly as a thank you, and secondly, I will do my little bit to repair the Taoist temple when I come to the Guanzhu."

Han Guang smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

Member Song thanked him, looked back at his daughter's youthful and lively appearance, and couldn't help but shed tears again.

On the contrary, it was Song Nu who comforted him: "Daddy, my daughter is destined to be like this, so I can't accompany you old man. When I get to Yan Jun, I will definitely ask him to let me reincarnate, whether it is a person or a flower, I have to repay you." You are the kindness of the old man in nurturing. You, give me a few beautiful dresses to be buried with me, and let me go happily."

Song Yuanwai held back his tears, choked up and said, "Okay."

At midnight, outside the city of Taiyuan.

The Qingdi Temple was sleeping in darkness and mist. Outside the temple lay the severed body of a snake in the weeds. The remaining smoke cleared away, and when one looked up, there was endless desolation.

In that dilapidated temple, a fainted little snake suddenly moved, and a cold light shot out from its vertical eyes.