Hearing this eerie sound of "Amitabha", Huang Xiaolong and the others looked back.

I saw a bald monk standing at the gate of the temple.

This monk looks like he is in his teens, very young, wearing a purple monk's robe, his hands are folded, and his body is full of ghostly energy like smoke.

At the same time, the sound of countless unjust souls roaring poured in from the appearance of the temple.

The corners of the monk's mouth twitched, and an extremely murderous sneer appeared.

"Oh... I thought it was the real monk who came, but I didn't expect it to be just a purple-clothed ghost. Huang Xiaolong grinned. "Little monk, what about the real monk, did you go to Shanghai?"

"Amitabha~~ The little monk is the younger brother of Master Yizhen... A thought of the Dharma name. The little monk muttered. "Donor, how do you know that my senior brother has gone to Shanghai? This time, my senior brother took other senior brothers and younger brothers to Shanghai and went to Shanghai with them, and there was an important event. Hee-hee~~~ After the little monk has transformed a few donors, he will immediately leave and go to Shanghai. ”

As he spoke, the little monk "thought of it", his expression became more and more ferocious, and he bared his teeth, as if he was going to devour Huang Xiaolong and the others alive.

"Hey~~ The big fish is really not here, it's just a small miscellaneous soldier, it's boring... It's really boring......" Huang Xiaolong shook his head in disgust.

At this moment, the purple-clothed ghost thought about it, and his right hand flipped over, but he already held a ring knife in his hand.

This ring knife is pitch black all over, and blood is still dripping from the blade, and the ghostly aura is as rich as a whirlpool!

It can be seen that the ring knife in the hand of the monk Yinian is also a powerful magic weapon, but compared to the Thousand Soul Flags of the Qing Dynasty's female ghost sacrifice, there is a gap in grade!

Saying that it was too late, it was too fast, and as soon as he thought of the monk, he raised his hand and slashed at Huang Xiaolong, and his ghost eyes were full of crazy and bloodthirsty expressions.

Rumble~~~~!

In this sword light, there was a monstrous ghost aura, and among them, there were dense and tragic souls weeping, tearing and whirling with teeth and claws, wanting to burrow into the brains of Huang Xiaolong and the others.

It seems that this ring knife has killed many living people, and the ghosts of these people are included in the knife, and when the knife is cut out, thousands of souls and ghosts are thrown out together, and before the knife light arrives, the yin soul has already penetrated into the enemy's brain, which is very powerful and vicious.

However, this kind of indiscriminate method was too boring for Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong didn't want to waste time either, so he punched it out.

This punch erupted with an incomparable golden light and bursting yang energy, and the light was dazzling.

Boom~~~~!!!!

The golden light shock wave burned the oncoming sword light and yin soul into ashes, and swept away Monk Yinian at once.

As soon as he thought of the monk's ghost body, it exploded all at once, shattered into pieces of minced meat, and was wrapped in golden light, constantly melting.

"Ah~~~!you!you!my senior brother won't let you go!you...... You can't escape!" the thought finally burst out with a deep curse, and then disappeared.

Its magic weapon, the ring knife, was also blasted to pieces.

"Giggle~~ So weak, I dare to argue with my son, I really don't know what to do. Qingqing clapped her hands on the side.

"The master is mighty, the master is mighty~~" Ming Kuan praised busily. The admiration for Huang Xiaolong in his eyes was already overflowing.

"Alright, let's go. That true ghost king is not in the empty mountain temple, it is not interesting at all. Huang Xiaolong said boredly.

At that moment, the crowd walked out of the temple.

Huang Xiaolong turned around and set a handful of Samadhi True Fire, wrapping the temple and burning it.

There was a crackling sound, and clouds of ghost gas were coming out like black smoke, and in the process of burning, the wails of some imps could be faintly heard.

"In this empty mountain temple, some ghost formations were arranged, and a lot of little ghosts were raised, and they were burned together. Although I didn't meet the real ghost king this time, I finally gave his lair to a pot. Huang Xiaolong smiled, then threw out a talisman seal.

The talisman rose against the storm and became a "magic carpet".

Huang Xiaolong led everyone and stepped on the talisman seal, and flew back towards the urban area of Foshan City like a flying sword.

Ming Kuan sat tremblingly on top of the talisman seal, looking at the various scenes that were constantly regressing in the night, and he said in despair. "Master... You're a living god... I don't know... I don't know how many other mysterious means you have... I, Mingkuan, can actually make friends with an immortal like a master, and this life is not in vain!"

Hearing that his man was praised, Feng Hanyan smiled extremely sweetly.

Qingqing muttered. "What is this, Childe still has a lot of great skills. You're frogs at the bottom of a well. ”

Fu Seal soon flew back to the city of Fozhou.

It wasn't too late, Huang Xiaolong was going to find his newly recruited apprentice, Meng Jingling.

"Tomorrow I will leave Foshan City and go to Shanghai City to deal with Jingling's affairs tonight. Huang Xiaolong smiled slightly.

The richest man in Fozhou City, Mengjia.

Inside the villa.

Huang Xiaolong crossed Erlang's legs and sat on the sofa.

Qingqing and Feng Hanyan also came this time, sitting beside Huang Xiaolong on the left and right.

"Master, please have tea. Meng Jingling obediently poured tea and handed water to Huang Xiaolong.

"Hee-hee~~ Childe, you came to this city of Fozhou, and you also accepted a beautiful apprentice?" Qingqing giggled on the side.

Feng Han Yan glanced at Huang Xiaolong and said with a slight annoyance. "You, you're all over the place. ”

Meng Jingling was very well-behaved, and even explained it for Huang Xiaolong. "Sister, you are so beautiful, Jing Ling is the posture of Pu Liu, Master accepted Jing Ling, it was not for... For that kind of thing......"

Feng Hanyan laughed dumbly. "Xiaolong, your apprentice is quite well-behaved. I know that I've covered for you, my son can be taught, my son can be taught. ”

I saw that Meng Jingling's forehead today still had a yellow paper talisman sticker, and what happened to her, Meng Jiansheng and his wife, had already told her.

"What, don't talk about it, Jing Ling, I think you already know by now that you are the only 'fallen people' today. Huang Xiaolong smiled slightly.

Meng Jingling nodded. "Master, the apprentice already knows. ”

"But your bloodline hasn't awakened yet, so whenever you fall asleep, your head will fly out without you knowing it, completely unconscious. Huang Xiaolong smiled. "It's dangerous. Now, I'll help you awaken the bloodlines of the fallen people. ”

As he spoke, Huang Xiaolong waved his hand and blew away the talisman seal on Meng Jingling's forehead.

The next moment, Huang Xiaolong stretched out his right index finger and suddenly pointed at Meng Jingling's eyebrows.

Rumble~~~!

A warm current poured directly into Meng Jingling's brain.

……

(End of chapter)