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The antique archway, the Chinese signboards that can be seen everywhere, the Chinese style restaurants lined up, the small grocery stores that can be seen everywhere on the street, the whole long street, full of Chinese style, the overall feeling is quaint, this is the Chinatown of Los Angeles.

The building in front of me is located in a relatively remote area, and it is a pure Chinese style. The word "Tai Chi" is written on a mahogany plaque hanging high, and below the plaque, there is an old man with fairy bones, who is gently waving a bamboo broom rarely seen in Los Angeles, sweeping the open space in front of the gate.

He was dressed in a blue robe, his body was thin, his beard was white, and he bowed slightly and waved his broom. Every time the broom waved, it seemed to have an extra majestic momentum, and it seemed to merge with the wind, and the broom was held in his hand as if it were paper. Every time the old man waved the broom, his footsteps would also draw an arc of dust on the ground, his movements seemed to be very light and slow, but it gave people the feeling that he was in control of everything.

After a while, the old man walked energetically to the courtyard with a broom, closed the vermilion wooden gate with his hand, passed through the small courtyard surrounded by green leaves, and walked into a simple and simple room with an elegant layout in the middle.

In the antique room, there is a large case of Huali, on which there are several sets of four treasures of the study, the most conspicuous of which is a large number of various brushes inserted in the sea of pens.

The old man sat down on the wooden carved Taishi chair behind the big case for a while, then got up and walked back a few steps to the bookshelf behind the big case. He bowed and groped for something under the bookshelf, and suddenly the neat and natural bookshelf slowly moved sideways from the middle, revealing a dark passage two people wide, and the old man didn't seem to be afraid of the dark, and strode directly in.

The old man walked straight over the dark steps to a basement of about ten square meters. The basement was empty, except for a quaint table in the center, and a Taishi chair, on which was placed an oval-shaped delicate antique vase the size of a wine bottle.

The old man sat down peacefully, looked at the vase in front of him, then smiled slightly, and said, "Old man Lin (book friend Jiaojiao), don't pretend to be dead!" ”

The basement in the darkness suddenly brightened slightly, and the source of the light was the vase on the table.

"Jiu Lao thief (book friend Lu Yao), what do you want?" The source of the angry sound is still the vase.

The old man surnamed Jiu was not annoyed, and said lightly: "I'm afraid you'll be lonely, so I'll come down and chat with you." ”

"Gundan..."Old man Lin didn't appreciate it.

The old man said to himself: "Lao Lin! You said that you have been in the vase for more than 200 years, how can you still be this virtue? ”

"How does Lao Tzu want you to care?"

The old man arched his hand and said, "Okay! I'm afraid of you. ”

Old Man Lin's angry voice continued: "If you're afraid, let Lao Tzu out!" ”

The old man reached out and flicked the vase with the nails of his fingers, and made a pleasant sound: "Call senior, I'll let you out!" ”

Old man Lin said angrily and loudly: "Hit your uncle!" You're trying it in the bounce! ”

The old man obediently played again. "Ding ....."

"Thief, there's a kind of don't let me out. When Lao Tzu goes out, seal you in the bell ding, and Lao Tzu knocks you a hundred times every day! ”

The old man smiled slightly and said, "It's not that I won't let you out, I locked you up to save you!" You said that you would not defend your way in Huaxia and go to Europe to seek death. It's just a matter of looking for death, but it involves me again! Although your spells are strong, you don't understand the simple truth that two fists are invincible to four hands, and you end up being ruined by someone! ”

The old man paused and then said, "If it weren't for the fact that everyone is a Huaxia monk, I would have saved your soul by risking your life, and you would have been wiped out a long time ago." ”

"Bah... A ghost cultivator, he also dares to call himself a monk! ”

"Hehe.... You're a ghost now, too, let's do it! It's not that I don't want to release you, I'm sure that once you are released, you will have to die again! Why bother.... The gods and Buddhas in the sky are all gone, what can you do? Let you out, one accidentally implicated me again, I was injured last time to save you, but the injuries I suffered have not healed! ”

"You're saving people like this? Rescued into a vase, Guan Laozi for more than 200 years? ”

"How can this be closed! It's the protection... If I hadn't protected you, you don't know how many times you'd have died. Although this rice country is not as good as Europe, it is not a place where you can go wild casually, you really want to provoke them, and you have sent people from Europe, and we are going to run away again!"

"Bah... When the road is uneven, it is reasonable to draw a knife to face each other. More than 100 years ago, we were bullied like that in Huaxia, have you ever done it? “

"Why didn't I make a move? After all, my strength is limited, and I am judging the situation. What kind of knife are you pulling? You don't even have a peachwood sword left! ”

"You... You.... Cowards, strong words! If you want to tell me, you can't stop me from going to the road. ”

The old man sighed and said, "Hey... Lao Lin, the world is very different, even if your mana is strong, you can kill a hundred or even a thousand, can you kill them all? Can you block the gunpowder gun, block one and a hundred, can you block them all? ”

"Hmph.... Just because you're afraid doesn't mean I'm afraid! ”

The old man saw that Old Man Lin had committed another crime, so he changed the topic and said, "That's right.... During this time in Los Angeles, those monsters that suck ghosts have been haunted more often, and those knights and papal seeers are tired every night, and the old man is really looking at it in the dark, which is very refreshing! ”

"Oh.... Didn't you say those knights still had some strength? ”

"During this time, all the monsters that haunted were replaced by black monsters, which were stronger than the gray ones, and there were more of them. And the old man had seen a white monster in the distance, and I could feel it, even if I was on it, I had to deal with it carefully! ”

"Hmph... You seem to be very powerful! ”

The old man shook his head and ignored the vase, and then said, "In my opinion, the world is getting more and more chaotic!" I don't know how Huaxia is doing, is the situation the same! You must know that our crooked ways in China are not comparable to the barren West! ”

"... How can it be! I have thousands of monks in China, which can be compared to this Western clown? ”

"Lao Lin.... Don't forget, your Taoist mantra has no effect! The strength is weak, not a little! ”

"That can't be! Although my Taoist inheritance has passed away, the inheritance has never been broken! ”

"Hehe.... I'm not hitting you, it's been more than two hundred years, can you be sure? ”

Old man Lin was silent, and suddenly said angrily: "Old man, let me out, I want to go back to Huaxia!" ”

"You are all ghosts now, and your soul is uncertain, if you don't use my treasure, raise a ghost bottle, and forcibly enter the world, you will soon be gone, why don't you understand? Too lazy to speak, I'm going to rest, and I'll be coming to see you in a few days. ”

After Zhang Hanming and Jobs finished talking, he came to the church near Barstow incognito, first looked at some of the ghosts remaining in the church, and found nothing abnormal, and then against the repulsion of the church's divine light, he floated on the roof of the church, sat down cross-legged, and planned not to go back today, slowly depleted.

About three hours later, the whole church suddenly shook slightly, and then the divine light slowly faded under Zhang Hanming's gaze, and finally turned into nothingness.

Zhang Hanming smiled slightly, and said secretly: "I've finally exhausted you!" It's not that my brother can't tolerate you, anyway, it doesn't make a big difference, let's rest forever, and I will help you take care of the ghosts below. Then Zhang Hanming teleported back to his small shop, leaving a large number of frightened ghosts staring nearby!

At the moment when the divine light of the Bastow Church disappeared.

Los Angeles

This is a large-scale church building, it is solemn, after a hundred years, it is still intact, especially the various carved statues on the inner wall, still lifelike like living things.

A hidden basement inside the church.

The whole secret room is made of white marble, about 20 meters long, more than 10 meters wide, the bright room is empty, only a map of the United States is hung high in the center, the map is not an ordinary map, but some kind of magic product, similar to 3D projection, the whole map is distributed with dense small light spots.

In front of the map stood two old men in bright red robes, pointing and talking on the map.

One of the tall and thin old men frowned and said, "Hey... The aura of the Barstow church has also dissipated! ”

Another young old man, who was a little shorter and a little fatter, frowned and replied, "My lord.. This is already the fifth of the month! Three of them are in the central region, how should we deal with them? ”

The tall and thin old man thought for a while and said, "We can't delay it, let's send two monks from each place to investigate." ”

"Okay." Suddenly, the short and fat old man thought of something again, and said: "Last time, a dead priest soul in Barstow sent a message that a new force had appeared in Barstow, and according to him, it could be a new deity. ”

The tall and thin old man smiled bitterly and said, "A new god? Now the whole world sect is in crisis, the new deity? I guess they frightened the dementors, and their souls were deranged! ”

"Your Excellency... Haven't you thought of a solution on the European side? We don't think our system is running anymore."

The tall and thin old man shook his head helplessly and said, "No! While we can collect a vast amount of pure faith, most of it makes it to the Skyrim. In addition to the most basic consumption, it is used to maintain the aura of each church. Most of the rest we don't have anything to do with it. There is speculation in Europe that it may be a gateway to heaven. But for more than 200 years, we have not seen a miracle. Of course... What we make ourselves and what we make up cannot be counted. The hearts of the present world are scattered, and the team is not easy to bring! Due to the continuous decline of faith, except for the vast majority of those who have disappeared, what remains is no longer enough to maintain the basics! ”

The short and fat old man asked cautiously, "My lord... Have the gods really forsaken us? ”

The tall and thin old man glared at him: "Shut up.... The Lord is everywhere! It's not something you have to worry about, go down and do things. ”

The short and fat old man bowed humbly and said, "Yes, my lord." ”