"Little Taoist, Zhang Mingchao?" I tentatively called out to him twice. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But the little Taoist priest didn't respond at all, which made me wonder if this little Taoist priest was thrown into the dung pit by me.

Huang Xiaogang stood up on my shoulder, as if he had pinched a few tricks to perform a spell, and then he said to me:

"Brother Ma Mo is about to shout, I just used the family heirloom spell to look for it, and the ghost is no longer here. ”

If I wasn't here, it would definitely be walking out of the Shengmen and entering the core of the real formation, which made me overjoyed.

I tugged at the red rope tied to the little Taoist, the red rope was still there, and it seemed that the red rope connection was not severed through the Shengmen. So I grabbed the red rope and walked forward one foot deep and one foot shallow, trying not to fall into the dung pit.

Just like last time, the red rope was also crutches, and I finally walked out along the red rope.

The moment I walked out, I saw the skylight, the moon was very full tonight, the moonlight was very bright, the moonlight stimulated me to close my eyes, and when I woke up, I saw such a scene.

This is still the road in our village, and I can see it clearly even at night, because it is illuminated by ghost fire.

On both sides of the road, there are curtains made of black mist, which enclose the middle of the road, so that we cannot see the scene inside. The darkness that shrouded the road was really just the periphery of the formation, and its effect was to keep people going around in circles and not being able to get inside.

And inside, I first found the little Taoist priest with the red rope, who was squatting on the side of the road in a daze. I walked over and patted him and said:

"Aren't we all coming in, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and see what's going on with me!"

However, the little Taoist priest sighed and pointed to the middle of the way for me to see, his expression was quite serious. I quickly wiped some thunder sparks, and specially took out a talisman that opened the eye of heaven, opened the eye of heaven and looked over.

I saw that the middle of the road was gloomy, but there was a jar every three and five meters. It doesn't seem to be a matter of the sun, and it has been hidden by a spell, so I didn't even notice it just now.

There was an evil aura to this jar, and I felt the urge to smash it as soon as I saw it. But the inside of the jar did not seem to be an evil thing, but a kind of ...... Very intimate feeling.

At this moment, I saw two little ghosts in the distance, their eyes were blank, and they were very mechanical and moved away a full jar, it seemed that such a big battle was made to collect the contents of the jar, but what was the jar contained?

Hu Xiaoling suddenly patted me and pointed to the air, and then I saw a wisp of white gas floating in the air, if it wasn't for Hu Xiaoling reminding me, I wouldn't have noticed. The white air drifted and drifted, and finally floated into the jar at our feet. In fact, there are dozens of wisps of this white gas, all of which have consciously floated into various jars, and it seems that this formation collects this thing.

I frowned and asked Hu Xiaoling:

"What is this?"

Hu Xiaoling shook his head and said:

"I don't know, the elders in the family haven't taught me this yet, but I think this white air is warm, and it seems to be helpful for cultivation. ”

Speaking of this, Hu Xiaoling also licked her lips, as if this thing was really tempting to her.

But I didn't dare to let her drink it in her hand, I vaguely felt that this thing was coming from the wrong way.

The little Taoist priest on the side looked at it for a while, and finally twisted it up, felt it, and then said very sadly:

"They are all cultivators, and you are a human being, so you are not very sensitive to this thing...... But our ghosts are all too familiar with this......"

It seemed that the little Taoist priest knew what this was, and I was very happy, so I quickly asked him to tell what it was. The little Taoist priest looked at me for a long time, his eyes seemed to be looking at a fool, and finally said:

"What they collected is the popularity of the village, it's really a ...... evil."

Hearing these two words, I felt a wave of anger rush to my head, it turned out that they were fighting the idea of the popularity of the villagers.

Everything in the world has its own breath, and this popularity, as the name suggests, is the breath of people. People are the spirits of all things, and they are favored by God, so the breath on people's bodies is very spiritual and can increase the Taoism of ghosts and ghosts, so there are so many female ghosts who have to go to the bed of scholars with dead faces. Moreover, there are only three calamities and three tribulations in humane cultivation, and if the evil sect is practiced, there will be endless calamities, and many evil cultivators will absorb the breath of the living to disguise their human body in order to avoid the punishment of heaven.

Therefore, absorbing people's popularity is the same as refining the soul, it is a shortcut to cultivation, and it is naturally not allowed in the metaphysical world, and it is much more serious than refining the soul. Refining the soul can also be said to be the weak and the strong, but the cultivation of absorbing popularity is clearly treating popularity as a treasure on animals such as deer antler velvet and bezoar, and it is a trampling on human dignity.

Whenever you encounter a demon that absorbs popularity and cultivates, the entire metaphysical world will kill it.

In this formation, it is clearly a black workshop that absorbs popularity.

The little Taoist priest continued:

"These jars are used to hold popularity, people's souls are the most unstable when they sleep at night, and at this time the popularity leaks the most, so they collect the escaping popularity at night, probably because they don't want to alarm the Yangshi masters, but I didn't expect you to come. ”

After listening to the little Taoist priest's words, I nodded, and my heart was extremely angry. Being collected in this way, it's okay for a day or two, but if it goes on for a long time, the villagers' physique will inevitably decline, and it will also have an impact on lifespan. Moreover, too much loss of popularity will lead to a lack of emotions and a gradual loss of joy, anger and sorrow, which is even more terrible than a decrease in lifespan, and may affect the next reincarnation.

"Brother Ma, what do you say, we all listen to you!" Hu Xiaoling and Huang Xiaogang, as my immortal family, preemptively said.

The little Taoist priest also said:

"I'm still a ghost in the underworld, and I can't tolerate this kind of thing that disturbs yin and yang, I'll help you too!"

I thought about it, looked at the popularity gathered from all directions, waved my hand and said:

"Smash all these jars!"

The little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then said with a bitter face:

"This ...... If the jar is smashed, he will automatically return to the village, but this will also anger the mastermind behind the scenes, in case he comes out to trouble us......"

I sneered, the little Taoist priest is afraid of things, but he doesn't know that the purpose of our hall is 'don't coax you to do it'.

Hu Xiaoling and Huang Xiaogang didn't think about it that much, I jumped off my shoulder after I said smash, and then jumped up and down using spells to smash those jars. The jar is very fragile, it will break when it is smashed, and after it is broken, in addition to running away from popularity, the jar itself will also turn into an evil qi and flee to the west.

It didn't take long for Hu Huang Er Xiaoxian to smash the jars of the entire village with the speed of the immortal family, so hundreds of evil qi swept towards the west......

"This time, it started in the west of the village...... I muttered to myself.