Spirit Planter

Yan Jinzhou left a thick stack of talismans for Du Shaorong, and then checked the defensive formations around Du's house. After confirming that there was no problem, he rushed to the inn where Yan Zhao was.

Du Shaorong looked at the talisman on the desk, and a warm feeling slowly melted away in his heart.

When he came to the inn, Yan Jinzhou saw Yan Zhao sitting at the table drinking boredly, with a kid next to him there to accompany him, which was quite doglike.

He asked, "Yan Zhao, do you have any news?"

Yan Zhao waved his hands, his face was red, but he was not drunk, "No, I stayed in the inn all the time, and no one came back."

Yan Jinzhou's eyes fell on the kid, "Who is he?"

Yan Zhao pouted his mouth out of the window, Yan Jinzhou looked, there was a small grave, needless to say, he knew that the bones of the imp were buried there.

The little ghost was a little afraid of Yan Jinzhou, so he quickly stood aside in a polite manner, not even daring to look at Yan Jinzhou.

Yan Jinzhou sat next to Yan Zhao, poured a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

He was very depressed, why so many people are looking for it, but there is still no clue, is it really so hard to find the wandering soul in the cloudy time?Or did someone get there first and snatch the item?

He should have been notified to negotiate if he was snatched away, but there was no movement, which made him flustered.

Yan Jinzhou got up and walked out, "Yan Zhao, you stay here and watch, I'll look elsewhere."

Yan Zhao was worried, "Brother Zhou, where are you going?"

Yan Jinzhou shook his head slowly as he walked out, "I don't have a purpose, just go and look for it anywhere."

Just as he walked out the door, a young monk in a yellow monk's robe and a bamboo hat came up to him. He clasped his hands together, "Senior, but are you looking for Yin Wandering Soul?"

Yan Jinzhou looked at the little monk, very ordinary, "You know?"

"Yes, please follow me." After the little monk finished speaking, he turned and walked back.

Yan Jinzhou hesitated for a moment, and followed, acting like a living horse doctor, there was really no clue.

Yan Zhao ran out, "Brother Zhou, do you want me to go with you?"

Yan Jinzhou didn't look back and said directly. "No, you continue to wait for news here, I will send you a letter if something happens."

Yan Zhao stood at the door and watched Yan Jinzhou and the young monk go away.

……

This is a mountain temple in the deep mountains, and the landmark building is a bell tower.

The bell tower itself is very old, and its rubble is damaged, so it looks a bit desolate in this deep mountain.

There is a ghostly atmosphere around the mountain temple, and it is very strange that the mountain temple is shrouded in ghostly atmosphere, while other places are clear and clear.

"How long has this mountain temple of yours existed?" Yan Jinzhou looked up at the mountain temple and couldn't help asking.

There was a layer of sorrow in the calm eyes of the little monk, "With a history of 300 years, hundreds of people lived in the mountain temple. Everything was peaceful at first, but not long ago, for some reason, one person died every day in our mountain temple. More than thirty people have died, I heard that you can catch ghosts, so I specially invited you, if you help me catch the assassin, I will tell you where the wandering ghosts are."

Yan Jinzhou asked suspiciously, "Do you really know where Yin Youhun is?"

The young monk said piously, "Don't dare to lie to senior."

Yan Jinzhou pondered for a moment, "Take me to see those dead people."

The little monk nodded and said respectfully, "Please follow me."

None of the monks had been buried yet. They were placed in a house in the mountain temple. There were a total of 32 coffins, large and small. Special methods were used to keep all the corpses as they were when they died.

The little monk explained, "In our temple, monks who died unexpectedly need to be buried for half a year to dissipate their grievances."

Yan Jinzhou nodded and released his consciousness, covering the whole room.

One minute later, he withdrew his consciousness and said to the young monk, "They all died because their energy was sucked out of their bodies. From this, it can be concluded that there are ghosts in your mountain temple."

The little monk asked in fear, "Ghost?"

"Ghosts specialize in sucking human energy." Yan Jinzhou said, "Let me ask you, does one person die every day in your mountain temple?"

The little monk replied with a bit of panic, "Yes, it has never stopped for more than a month."

Yan Jinzhou said, "Go and tell everyone to stay in the room tonight, and I will help you get rid of this ghost."

"Yes, the little monk will do it right away." After saying that, the little monk turned around and left in a hurry.

Yan Jinzhou walked out of the room, flew to the top of the clock tower, restrained his breath and cultivation, and hid himself.

It is now six o'clock in the evening, and the ghost is estimated to appear at twelve o'clock, and it will take a while.

An hour later, the hellhound ran over, "Shenjun, there is a change in the southwest of Beihai City, when are you free to go there?"

Yan Jinzhou took out the "Handbook of Evil Ghosts" and looked through it. There are a total of one hundred kinds of evil spirits recorded in it, and fifteen of them have been caught now. "What ghost has appeared?"

The hellhound spat out two words, "Hurting girl!"

Yan Jinzhou nodded, "I see, I'll rush over after I've settled the matter here."

The hellhound didn't say anything, and disappeared in a single leap.

Yan Jinzhou looked at the direction where the hellhound was leaving, wondering, how did it know it was here?

Time passed by, the moon gradually climbed to the top of the head, and a bright light fell.

A strong wind suddenly blew up in the forest in the distance, and the leaves rustled. There seemed to be something scurrying under the forest, and black shadows flashed by at an extremely fast speed.

Yan Jinzhou took a closer look, and there was indeed a black shadow approaching the mountain temple.

It should be this thing.

The ghost came to the mountain temple to hunt as usual. Like a lynx, it flew to the periphery of the mountain temple in the blink of an eye, and then jumped into the mountain temple.

Yan Jinzhou took out a trapping talisman and flew towards the ghost.

The formation talisman turned into a golden light in mid-air, and a tent-like cage appeared in the golden light, which unexpectedly enveloped the ghost in it.

In the formation, the ghost turned into a young girl, dressed in exquisite fox fur, with loose hair, and a fox-like face appeared on her face, "Let me out, or I will eat you!"

With calm eyes, Yan Jinzhou took out a magic talisman and flew into the sky, directly above the ghost, a bright light bloomed.

Immediately, the ghost was irradiated by the light, as if his whole body was being scorched by a raging flame. He was in unbearable pain. A strong ghostly aura emanated from his whole body, and he crazily hit the formation, "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

Yan Jinzhou calmly took out a yin talisman, which turned into hundreds of yin threads, flew over in a dense manner, and tied up the ghost.

Then summoned Yin soldiers, "Take her away."

The Yin soldiers stepped forward to execute the order without saying a word, come without a trace, go without a trace, after the ghost was taken away, everything returned to calm.

Yan Jinzhou flew down and said loudly, "It's okay, come out!"

After a while, all the monks poked their heads out cautiously. They heard the roar of the ghost just now, and their hearts almost jumped out of fright.

The little monk walked up to Yan Jinzhou, clasped his hands together, "Senior, please follow me."

Yan Jinzhou nodded, and then followed the young monk.

Coming out of the back door of the mountain temple is a small path with winding paths leading to seclusion. Going forward is a bamboo forest. The bamboo is straight and the ground is covered with a thick layer of bamboo leaves. It is soft to step on.

Go straight forward, and after walking for about 10 minutes, you will come to a lonely grave.

The little monk stopped in front of the lonely grave, "Senior, this is here, you can take it with confidence."

Next to the solitary grave, there is a transparent wandering soul floating, she has no expression, no response, like a puppet saying, "What's her background?"

The young monk told the truth, "I have no background. One day I went out to collect firewood, and I happened to see it."

Yan Jinzhou took out the soul tower and was taken to the third floor by Youhun, and then left.

……

Daomen.

Yan Jinzhou sent a letter to Yan Zhao, telling him that he had found the wandering soul, and asked him to meet at the Taoist gate.

When Yan Zhao came to the Taoist sect, the master of the Taoist sect and several elders were already disabling Du Shaorong's soul-hunting technique.

Yan Jinzhou stood outside the gate and waited quietly. The scenery of the Taoist gate was good, and there were many peach trees planted around it. The temperature in the mountains was low, and the peach trees bloomed later than outside, so it was just in time.

He looked at the peach blossoms in perfect bloom, and couldn't help being lost in thought.

Suddenly, a stabbing pain on the back of his hand woke him up.

He lowered his head, and lightly flicked the back of his right hand with his left hand, revealing the evil thread on the back of his hand.

The scope of the evil spirit silk has expanded a bit, and it is bright red, ferocious and terrifying.

Yan Zhao came over and happened to see this scene, his eyes immediately showed worry, "Brother Zhou, are you serious?"

Yan Jinzhou nodded, flicked his hand lightly, and the back of his hand returned to its original state. He said lightly, "Well, it seems that there is still a tingling sensation."

Yan Zhao could not wait to die with the person who gave Yan Jinzhou the evil spirit, "Brother Zhou, I don't know where to find the stone, what should I do now."

Yan Jinzhou said, "I've already found the throwing stone."

Yan Zhao's eyes turned into small light bulbs, and he asked in surprise, "What about throwing stones?"

Yan Jinzhou's voice was a little ethereal, "The first god lost his soul, which is equivalent to saying that he died with the extreme evil."

Yan Zhao was stunned, why did it end like this?

After being dazed for a while, Yan Zhao said firmly, "Brother Zhou, we will definitely think of a way."

Yan Jinzhou glanced at Yan Zhao and fell silent.

"Jinzhou." A cold and deep voice came, and Du Shaorong's dignified and handsome figure appeared. He looked at Yan Jinzhou with a slight smile. This scene made people feel like a painting.

Yan Jinzhou raised a smile, walked towards Du Shaorong, and asked concerned, "Is there any discomfort?"

Du Shaorong shook his head, "No, everything is fine."

Yan Jinzhou smiled at Du Shaorong, and said gently, "I'm going to say goodbye to the sect master, and we'll go back in a while."

Du Shaorong said, "Okay."

Yan Jinzhou thanked him with ten talismans, and then brought Du Shaorong back to Beihai City. As soon as he entered the city, Du Shaorong was called to the company.

Yan Jinzhou drove to the southwest, where a nuisance girl appeared, and he had to deal with it quickly, otherwise he didn't know how many people would die.

Hunv is a banshee in the water, transformed by the undead of a woman who drowned in water and was eaten by fish. The lower body is in the shape of a fish tail or snake tail, and the upper body is a woman's image. She has long hair and is wet all over. Looking from behind, she looks like Rocky.

This banshee is very ferocious, with long fangs, it can eat a person in one bite.

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