Huang Xiaolong took Ming Kuan, the wind and the cold smoke, and Qingqing, and walked quickly to the entrance of the village (mass grave).

I saw a few children catching hide and seeking, singing nursery rhymes.

"One, two, three, dig out the heart and liver"

"Four, five, six, chop pig's feet"

"Seven, eight, nine, lift and go"

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"What kind of songs are they singing, who taught them? Feng Hanyan muttered.

Ming Kuan greeted the children with a smile. "Children, we are all passing by, and we want to beg for a bowl of water in your village. What about your family, how about taking us into the village?"

"桀桀桀~~桀桀~~" The children raised their eyes and looked at Huang Xiaolong and the others, their expressions did not have the innocence of children at all, but were filled with a strange greed and distortion.

Huang Xiaolong had already seen through it directly, this was clearly a few bloody imps.

The imps laughed for a while, and then ran into the village.

Ming Kuan shook his head and smiled. "The children in the village are very different. Master, let's go in by ourselves. ”

Several people walked into the village.

From every house, many people (ghosts) came out, looking at Huang Xiaolong and other uninvited guests with greedy eyes.

Without waiting for Ming Kuan to speak, Huang Xiaolong smiled. "What about the monk in Kongshan Temple, you are all imps at the mercy of it, right?"

"Little... Small... Little ghost?" Ming Kuan couldn't help but shudder.

"Hahahaha~~~" An old man smiled sadly at Huang Xiaolong. "Unexpectedly, you, a young man, have seen through Master Yizhen's tricks. But this time, you're not going back!"

"I don't know what it is~ Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you. Huang Xiaolong shook his head with interest.

As he spoke, Huang Xiaolong's whole body power was slightly released.

Rumble~~~~!!!!

The golden light rippled like a wave, and in an instant, it spread to the entire village!

In the next second, the houses in the village, all kinds of buildings, fell apart as if they were papier-mâché!

The blindfold is directly broken!

Mingkuan, Qingqing, wind and cold smoke, suddenly felt that in all directions, it was gloomy, and those villagers had all turned into ghosts!

Graves, coffins, skeletons...... The whole thing is the layout of a mass grave!

"Kneel down for me!" Huang Xiaolong's eyes were awe-inspiring, and as soon as his momentum was released, the ghosts in the village were suddenly frightened and fell to their knees. "Adults spare their lives, adults spare their lives... It's none of our business... It's none of our business... It was a true master who brought us here..."

"What's going on?" Huang Xiaolong said impatiently to an old ghost.

"Yes, yes, my lord..." The old ghost was covered in broken flesh, and a disgusting thick slurry oozed from the ghost's body, and its eyes were hollow, and countless corpses rushed to crawl on its ghost body.

The old ghost screamed in terror. "My lord, we... We were originally villagers in the neighborhood, and as a result... As a result, I was given by a true master... Killed... Master Yizhen told us to guard here, and if anyone came over, they would... So he deceived them into going to the empty mountain temple to worship the Buddha and incense, and deceived the living, saying... Just say...... The empty mountain temple is ...... spirit."

"Hmm. The so-called true master is the ghost king, right? The fiercest ghost in Foshan City. Huang Xiaolong smiled.

"Yes, yes, Master Yizhen is the king of ghosts, and we little ghosts don't dare to disobey it..."

"Okay~~ I see that you are also innocent victims. I'm not going to kill them all. Huang Xiaolong took out the Yin Soul Tube and collected all the evil ghosts in the mass grave.

"Ghost King?, Master Yizhen?" Ming Kuan was shocked, "Foshan City, there is actually a ghost king! I don't know anything about it... I've always thought that that... The sealed female ghost of the Qing Dynasty... It's the fiercest ghost in Florida... I didn't expect that..."

Ming Kuan was directly shocked into a cold sweat.

"The female ghost of the Qing Dynasty was also a poor person when she was alive, and she was killed by a true monk of this empty mountain temple. Let's go. Huang Xiaolong waved his hand and walked towards the temple on the hillside first.

Mingkuan, Qingqing, cold and smoke, followed non-stop.

"I'm a little weird," Huang Xiaolong said as he walked. "Originally, places like temples and Taoist temples can suppress sneaky people. However, Yizhen Monk actually regarded this empty mountain temple as his lair, and this guts was too fat. ”

Walking to the gate of the temple, the red-eyed crows in the nearby woods fluttered their wings and flew wildly, which was very terrifying.

The entire temple is steaming with a rich ghost aura that cannot be dissolved.

The gate of the temple has been decayed and destroyed, and the inside is swarthy, like a wide open monster's mouth, ready to devour everything!

Woo~~Woo~~

There was a sticky yin wind blowing out of the temple.

"I said, don't be stunned. Let's go inside. Huang Xiaolong smiled.

In addition to Qingqing, the snake demon is fearless, Ming Kuan and Feng Hanyan are still a little stunned instinctively.

Huang Xiaolong laughed dumbly. "Do not be afraid. I didn't feel the breath of the ghost king, I think - that true monk, I'm afraid he has left. ”

"Left?" said Ming Kuanqi.

"I'll meet with it, though. Huang Xiaolong smiled mysteriously. "In Shanghai. ”

"Oh, Childe, you mean, the ghost king of this Foshan City, a true monk, has gone to Shanghai to participate in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Conference. Qingqing suddenly realized.

"Let's destroy this guy's lair first. Huang Xiaolong grinned and walked into the temple.

He took out a few sticks of incense and recited the fire bell mantra, and the whole hall was illuminated.

Suddenly, I saw that on the main hall, several Buddha statues were enshrined, and their eyes were gouged out!

Huang Xiaolong nodded slightly.

I see. Most of the Buddha statues are spiritual, which can subdue demons and eliminate demons and deter sneaky, but the Buddha statues in this empty mountain temple have their eyes picked out, and they naturally lose their spirituality.

Moreover, the Buddha statue with its eyes peeled out is so eerie and terrifying!

"Little Dragon, there's a bit of a scary feeling here... These Buddha statues are terrifying, just destroy them!" Feng Hanyan frowned slightly.

"That ghost king is so arrogant, even the Buddha statue dares to defile!

At this moment, outside the temple, a gust of wind rose on the ground, and immediately after, a sigh sounded. "Hey~~~ Amitabha, a few donors, since you are here, don't go...... The world is suffering, birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, love and parting, and cannot be begged...... The obsession of several donors is too deep, the Buddha has a fate, this time, let the little monk come to the donors... Amitabha. ”

In this voice, there is no compassion for Buddhism, but it is full of evil, cruelty, greed, and ghostly spirit!

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