Salted fish Taoist forced to open

With a bang, a thunderstorm came from outside the door, and the ghosts in the whole room began to run wildly in the room screaming in pain.

Mu Bai looked carefully out of the window, the whole mid-air was like daytime, and he cried out inwardly.

When there are visions in the sky, there must be strange things.

Mubai looked extremely serious, and started to unbutton the snow-white shirt on his body and spread it on the floor, took out a writing brush stained with red cinnabar from his pocket, and quickly drew a spell on the shirt.

Jun Yanmo also frowned. If he remembered correctly, there was such a strange noise in this world 30 years ago.

They have eyeliners in both the human world and the heavenly world to collect all kinds of abnormal information.Usually there would be omens for this kind of big movement, but he didn't receive any information, which was very strange.

Jun Yanmo turned around and wanted to tell Mu Bai to let him stay here, and he went out to have a look.

But as soon as he turned around, Mubai put the white shirt full of spells on him just now, "Remember, no matter what happens later, you can't take this shirt off and don't go out if you hear any noise. This room."

Jun Yanmo's eyes moved, and he realized that the painting on this white shirt was a great blessing mantra that had been lost a long time ago. He hadn't seen it in the past few decades since he came to the world, and he was an old monk in a ruined temple 1000 years ago. seen there.

He clearly remembered that it was the chaos in the demon world that directly disturbed the human world, making the world's reputation miserable.

At that time, his father, the old king of Hades, sent him to the world to help, but the whole demon world followed the demon, and the dark soldiers he led were no match for him. In the end, it was the old monk who wrote the Great Fortune Mantra with all his strength, and used his own life to use the introduction Only in exchange for peace in the world.

How did the Taoist brother draw this great blessing mantra?

"Detective Mu Shen, you..."

While the words were still in his mouth, Mu Bai had already run out.

Jun Yanmo immediately put away the snow-white shirt with the Dafu mantra painted on it and ran out.

As soon as he went out, he saw Mubai surrounded by all kinds of ghosts. In his hand, Mubai was holding the cinnabar brush that he had just drawn a spell on. There was a light yellow light all over his body, and there was a little red cinnabar mark in the middle of his forehead.

Jun Yanmo wondered, could this Taoist elder brother be the old monk from 1000 years ago?

Seeing that the disgusting tongue of a monster with a long tongue was about to wrap itself around Mu Bai's neck, Jun Yanmo raised his hand in the air and arrived behind Mu Bai, and the hand just now grabbed the restless tongue.

With a little effort in his hand, the long tongue, including the three-eyed monster with a long tongue, was thrown several meters away.

I don't know if it's because of Jun Yanmo's action or because the aura of Hades on Jun Yanmo's body involuntarily came out when he was angry, anyway, the ghosts who were super restless just now suddenly quieted down.

"Boy, you can!"

Mu Bai praised sincerely, and Jun Yanmo took advantage of the situation and put on the snow-white shirt full of great blessings in his hand, and quickly buttoned it for him.

"There are a lot of female monsters here, you are naked and beware of being dragged into the bridegroom's office and directly bridal chamber."

A trace of surprise flashed across Mubai's eyes, and his heart beat inexplicably fast.

A sentence even flashed in his mind, this guy is actually so handsome when he is serious.

But soon, his thoughts came back, because he saw those quiet ghosts started to move again.

Ji Sheng said, "Jun Yingdi, I see that you are very skilled. In this way, I will leave a quarter of the ghosts for you to deal with, and I will handle the rest. Let's get out of this house first."

Jun Yanmo nodded silently, grabbed a puffy ghost with his bare hands and threw it at the wall, the miraculous ghost disappeared on the wall, and returned to the motionless one in the mural on the wall.

The flaw in Mu Bai's rolling hand took the time to give Jun Yanmo a thumbs up.

Both of them were stained with blood of various colors from the ghosts, just like the paint box for painting was poured on them.

It was the last few, and at this time, Mu Bai heard all kinds of people calling for help.

"Actor Jun, is he the one who filmed with you?"

"Yes. It's them calling, in the mural."

Mubai thought of a very bad result. These ghosts were drawn back into the mural, and those who disappeared were also in the mural. Does that mean that these ghosts went into the mural to torture those people?

Those are ordinary people, if they continue to be tortured like this, they will definitely die.

There must have been not so many ghosts in these murals at the beginning. The reason why there are more and more ghosts is that more people are drawn into them.

Turn those people into ghosts in the murals too.

Thinking of this, the movements of Mubai's hands became even faster.

He found this pen in a safe in the original owner's house, thinking that something as important as putting it in the safe would be a treasure no matter what.

So Mubai was brought out.

Now it seems that it is really good.

Get all these ghosts into the murals on the walls in advance.

Mu Bai opened the glass window at the corner on the third floor and jumped out.

Terrified, Jun Yanmo reached out to grab it, but it was empty.

Looking up again, I found that Mu Bai was holding his cinnabar brush in one hand, floating in the air, drawing something in the air.

Seeing clearly when he was painting, Jun Yanmo's entire expression changed.